If you haven't read/watched Naruto, skip this story!

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Author's Note:

Heh heh. Time to be extremely late. Anyway, I found that you can't change what anime/manga you fic is in. Too bad. So now, all of these thingies will be in different stories.

Anyway, I found this one extremely difficult to write mainly because I'm not very clear on their personalities, and I only know the outline of their past. I still know quite a bit, just not as much as I would normally know. So expect them to be extremely OOC.

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"You'll pay for that!" a raging redheaded girl screamed, tackling one of her classmates to the ground and straddling him, all the while punching and bruising him into submission.

Uzumaki, Kushina.

"Beating up her bullies as usual," Minato said to himself. "I wonder if they can even be called bullies anymore, getting defeated by their own victim…" He watched the fight unfold right next to his desk. His eyeballs moved themselves so that they were staring at the back of her bright red head, not at her enraged face.

Fascinated, Minato reached over and picked up a couple strands of Kushina's hair. She didn't notice, either because she was smashing her fist into someone's face or because her hair was flying around anyway.

Examining the strands he was holding in his hand, Minato discovered they weren't exactly silky smooth, but they certainly weren't coarse enough to be compared to string. Unless, of course, the string that was being equated was made out of velvet or something. And Kushina had a whole headful of the glossy strands.

"I like your hair," Minato muttered softly, despite knowing she couldn't hear him over her miniature battle cries.

Finally Kushina was finished murdering—sorry, teaching a lesson to her bully-turned-victim. The poor fool got up and scrambled away, trying to scream but found himself unable to when Kushina shot him a vicious glare.

Then she noticed that a section of her hair didn't feel quite right. She whirled around, her movement wrenching the strands out of Minato's hand.

"You," she snarled. "What do you want?!"

"Nothing, I just thought your hair was really pretty," he replied, albeit a little hesitantly. By now he, along with the rest of their classmates, had figured out that she was a bit touchy about her hair.

"You're a liar!" With that she turned and raced out of the building, her hair billowing out behind her back.

From that day on, Minato decided to watch her closer than before.