Saiai: Konnichiwa, minna-san![1: Hello 2: Everyone]
Michiko: You know, speaking in Japanese isn't wise when people can't understand you...
Saiai: Damare! Now do my disclaimer, Michiko-chan![Shut up!]
Michiko: *sighs* SaiaiAngelAlchemist does not own Naruto. She does own me, though, however disturbing that sounds... Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi-san.
Saiai: Arigatou gozaimasu, Michiko-chan![Thank you very much]
Saiai: Now, let's start the story!
Chapter One: Becoming An Official Ninja
A girl with long platinum blonde hair down passed her hips walked down the hallway of the Ninja Academy with a beat in her steps that only she knew.
She was wearing a silver tank top with black butterflies on it, underneath a black leather vest that didn't go past her naval, a black, belt-like choker, a red tie, and two chain necklaces. She wore a black and red plaid skirt, two belts, a black and a red, a black sleeve that sat from her wrist to just below her left shoulder, and a black fingerless glove on her right hand, with silver chains wrapped around her wrist. She had a black punk bracelet on both of her wrists and a red one on her upper right arm. She wore black leggings under her skirt and had weapon holsters tied around both thighs. She also wore black combat boots with silver buckles.
Below her left shoulder, she had an, obviously black, band around her arm with a small pocket. The reason she had a beat in her step, was because she had her I-pod in that small pocket, and was listening to a good song through her headset.
She had a cute face, with thick eyeliner around her eyes. They were a shocking green colour that looked as if she were able to look into your soul. She also had light purple eye shadow o her eyelids, and clear lip gloss on.
All in all: a total (hot, gorgeous, etc.) Goth.
When the girl got to the door she wanted, she turned off her I-pod and pulled the headset off, placing it around her neck. She pulled her hair out from under it. The song that she'd been listening to still played in her head as she opened the door.
To put it mildly, jaws dropped at her appearance.
She walked calmly over to the teacher she knew was named Iruka and asked quietly, "Do I have to do anything before I take a seat?"
"Ah. Yes. Class, I forgot to mention that we have a new student joining us today. Introduce yourself, please," he told her.
"Hai, Iruka-sama," she said before turning towards the class with an impassive expression on her face. She bowed and said, after standing up again, "My name is Rurou, Michiko."
A girl with light blonde hair asked, "What's the point in showing up today? We're having our final tests today. How are you supposed to pass?" Michiko stared blankly at the girl but didn't answer her.
"Quiet down. I'm going to be out for a short while, so behave yourselves!", Iruka instructed. "Michiko, find an empty seat and settle down."
She looked around the class for an empty seat. There were three. One beside a raven haired boy who was staring out the window, one beside a bored looking brown haired boy, and one at the back beside a boy with spiky brown hair and dark sunglasses. Preferring a seat at the back, she began to walk up the stairs towards him. As she walked passed a pink haired girl, she shrieked. Michiko looked over to see the girl about to squish a black spider about the size of a quarter with a textbook.
Just before the book hit it, Michiko quickly swiped the spider out from under it and held it protectively in her hands. She walked up the stairs to where the raven haired boy was sitting and asked if she could get to the window. He glared at her as she shimmied past him and let the poor spider out of the classroom. She apologized for disturbing him, then continued to walk up to the seat at the back, surprising him and some others in the class.
She doesn't want to sit with Sasuke?, were the similar thoughts that echoed throughout the room.
After she was seated, she placed her headset over her ears again. Before she could turn her music on, however, she heard the boy ask quietly,
"Why did you save the spider?", turning slightly towards her.
She shrugged and asked, "Why should I stand by and let an innocent creature die?", she leaned back in her seat comfortably before asking, "What's your name?"
"…Shino," he answered quietly. "…Why did you sit back here?", he asked, curious as to why she didn't want to sit beside the Uchiha boy like most girls.
"Michiko," she said holding out her hand, "And I like the back," she explained.
"You're not afraid of bugs…?", he asked, shaking her hand hesitantly.
"…Not particularly. I think most of them are fascinating. There's only a few that manage to creep me out," she explained. "You?"
"…," he opened his mouth but said nothing.
The blonde shrugged her shoulders and, since he didn't say anything more, pressed the play button on her I-pod. A while later, Iruka came in with a blonde boy tied up over his shoulder. He threw the kid on the floor and scolded him for whatever it is he did. He then yelled at his class, telling them that they had to perform the Henge no Jutsu for him.
They all lined up and he told them each to go in turn. When it was Michiko's turn, she stood in front of everyone and, without using any hand seals, was surrounded by smoke. In her place stood an exact copy of Iruka. "Is this good enough, Iruka-sama?", she said in a perfect copy of Iruka's voice.
Everyone was shocked. Iruka slowly nodded, and she undid the jutsu and walked to her spot in line. Next was the blonde boy. Oh, boy. Michiko had a hard time trying to stop smirking at everyone's reaction to his Orioke no Jutsu. When he took his spot beside her, she smirked at him and asked, so only he could hear, "What was that called again?"
He grinned so wide it looked like his face would split in half if it got any wider. "The Temptation Technique!", he whispered, trying very hard to make it so only Michiko could hear.
She held up her right hand and said, "That was priceless! Nice one." They high-fived each other and when everyone was finished, they went back to their seats. One by one, Iruka called on his students to go into the next room for their final tests.
Once it was Michiko's turn, she walked into the empty classroom and smirked at who else was there. Sitting at a desk was Iruka and, the one she was smirking at, Mizuki.
Her smirk grew wider as she asked, "How's the burn, Mizuki?", a mischievous glint in her eyes. The white haired man's own eyes opened impossibly wide and he almost fell out of his chair trying to cover up the burn on his left arm. Iruka looked at him as if he was an idiot.
Mizuki remembered that night from three days ago. He had been, reluctantly, scouting the outside of the village walls and saw someone in a dark hooded cloak jumping through the trees towards the village at a fast rate. He had intercepted that dark figure and called out cockily, "You had better turn around before you get hurt!"
He'd then heard the figure say something that he vaguely recognized as, 'Katon: Hinotama no Jutsu!' before a large fireball erupted from under the figures hood. He'd barely managed to get away, resulting in the large burn down his left arm.[Fire style: Fireball Technique]
How does she…! That was a woman's voice! What is this girl doing here?!, Mizuki thought, freaked out.
"What is it you'd like me to do, Iruka-sama?", asked Michiko, already bored with the topic of Mizuki's burn.
"You will do the Bunshin Jutsu," Iruka explained.[Clone Technique]
She nodded and was about to create a clone when, she realized all of the different types of Clone Jutsus there were. "Er… Which one?", she asked, scratching her forehead with her index finger.
"What do you mean, 'Which one,'? Just do the clone technique and get over it," said an irritated Mizuki.
"Whatever you say, Mizuki," a sarcastic voice said from behind the aforementioned chunin. Both Iruka and Mizuki jumped and turned around, only to see an exact copy of Michiko standing there.
She smirked and said, "I asked, 'Which one,' because there are many different types of cloning techniques. Or did you not know that, Mizuki?" He glared at her. She made another clone in front of their desk and that one said, "I'm a Mizu Bunshin," she pointed to the first one, "that's a normal," then she pointed to the one standing in the center of the room. "and that's a Kage Bunshin."[1: Water Clone 2: Shadow Clone]
"…Kage Bunshin?" They were both confused, they had thought the shadow clone was the original. So, if that was a clone, where's Michiko?
The clones disappeared and the two chunins looked around the room for Michiko. "Okay, so I lied. I'm the original, not a clone," said Michiko from behind Mizuki, once again making him jump.
"Very good, Michiko. You are now an official kunoichi. Congratulations!", Iruka smiled, holding out a hitai ate for the blonde. She looked at it warily, not liking the color. "What?"
"Do you have a black one?", she asked. She didn't like the color blue very much.
"Oh," he chuckled lightly. "Sure, here you are Michiko," He said, handing her another one. She smiled a very rare smile and thanked him. She took it and tied it around her right arm, below her shoulder, replacing the red band and attaching it to her right wrist instead. She walked over to the door, bowed and left the classroom.
Outside, Michiko didn't even bother to stick around. Nobody was going to congratulate her, she was downright shocked when Iruka had. She walked down the streets, not caring at all where her feet took her, while listening to her I-pod.
While she walked by a large hill, she saw someone from the academy. It was the bored looking boy. He was laying in the grass halfway down the hill, staring up at the clouds. She turned off her I-pod, took off her headset, and walked down the hill to join him.
She took a seat beside him and laid down as well. She enjoyed cloud watching, so it didn't bother her that neither of them were talking. Although, after a while, because of it being a nice day, the clouds started to disappear. So she asked,
"What's your name?", looking over at him. She crossed her arms behind her head and waited for him to answer.
"Shikamaru. Yours?", he asked, not really caring.
"Michiko. You're from the Nara clan, aren't you?", she asked, recognizing the bored composure.
He sighed, mumbled yes and something that sounded like, 'Troublesome,'.
"I'll leave if you want," Michiko said quietly.
He looked at her then and said, "Iie. You don't have to." She shrugged her shoulders and looked back up at the sky.[No]
Again, it was quiet for some time, while Shikamaru continued to look at Michiko, and Michiko the sky. Then a thought occurred in the blondes mind, "You know what's even more relaxing than cloud watching, Nara-san?"
"Troublesome," he muttered under his breath at the title. "Just Shikamaru, Michiko-san. And no, what is it?", he asked.
"Star gazing. Have you ever done it? Or just the occasional glance, like everyone else," she inquired.
He shook his head and said, "Like everyone else, I guess. I'll have to try it sometime."
"It's very beautiful. It's also fun to find the constellations. My favorite is Leo. Also the Milky Way, but that's not a constellation…," she trailed off quietly. She looked at him, and saw that he was looking at her. They both quickly looked away. "I like to think that, when people die, their souls become their own star in the night sky, and they watch their loved ones from above…," she trailed off again.
"…That's…," Shikamaru tried, but couldn't find the right word to fit.
"That's…?", she urged.
He looked at her again, "Beautiful," he whispered, then blushed at the word. It slipped out!, he thought while looking away so she wouldn't see.
Michiko's eyes widened. A barely noticeable blush formed on her cheeks and she sat up. The clouds were all gone now, and she wanted to get home. She stood up. "I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow, ne?", she asked, looking down at him. He nodded and the corners of her lips twitched as she tried to hold back a smile.
She waved to him and walked back up the hill. Her house was on the other side of town, hidden in the forest. She jumped onto a building and continued to jump across the rooftops towards the part of the forest near the Stone Faces.
Once she got home, she walked through the front door and shouted, "I'm home!" Not that anyone's here to greet me, she added sourly. Her father had died a month ago, and her mother when she was ten. Only at the age of thirteen and a half, Michiko had an entire mansion to herself, with no family members at all to take care of her.
She walked up to the top floor, into the bathroom and took a cold, relaxing shower. After she was finished, she squeezed the excess water out of her hair, wrapped a fuzzy black towel around her frame, and brushed her teeth over the sink. She spit, rinsed her mouth out and put her toothbrush away. Then she walked over to a locked door that presumably lead to a closet. Surprise, surprise, it didn't. It opened to a staircase, which led to the attic where her room was. She picked up her clothes, pulled a key out of her arm band, which also held her I-pod, opened the door, and closed it behind her.
Once in her room, she dropped her clothes and boots on the floor and laid on her couch to rest a bit. Reluctantly, she got up and put some pajamas on. It was only around 7p.m., but she liked wearing comfortable clothes around the house. Her PJ's were black, of course. The top was a loose, long sleeved shirt, with a large, red skull n' crossbones on the front. The bottoms were loose as well, tied securely around her waste, with multiple skull n' crossbones decorating them. She brushed out her hair and kept it down. It reached mid-back, and her side bangs framed her face. She didn't feel like going back downstairs yet, so she walked over to her dresser and pulled out some black nail polish to paint her finger and toenails.
The staircase she used to get up here ended in the center of the back wall. The first thing you see when entering, is the large window. It had a beautiful view of the forest outside. The ceilings were slanted to the sides and the floor was hardwood. To the left of the window, placed in the corner so that there was a space behind it, was a large, black leather, though very comfortable couch. To the left of the staircase, also in the corner, was a large, painted black desk with many books and papers strayed across the top. Her dresser was in the far right corner and had a large mirror. She had multiple figures of angels, fairies, and some animals laid in front of the mirror with a jewelry box on the left and a small basket of hair and skin products on the right. She also had another, taller dresser to the right of the staircase and on top was a large stereo. The speakers were placed around her room, and when Michiko was in a bad mood, the room would shake because of how loud the stereo could go. There was also a guitar stand with a black electric guitar on it beside the couch, which Michiko would play all the time.
Where is the bed, you ask? Michiko doesn't sleep. She's an insomniac. She's never been able to sleep, which explains why she has a couch in her room instead of a bed.
After her nails were dry, Michiko walked down the stairs, leaving the door unlocked, and went into the kitchen on the first floor to make herself supper.
Saiai: Well, that's all for now! Reviews make me update faster!!!
Michiko: Sometimes...
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Michiko: Baka... [Idiot]