A.N. Introducing my new story! I like high school fics so I decided to write one of my own. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys like it. Pleases review, but no flames please. Constructive criticism is welcome though. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto.
I took a deep breath as I looked up at the humongous building in front of me. Wow this school is effing HUGE! And I don't exaggerate. Right, I guess I should tell you my name. It's Kimmiko. I know common right? I really can't believe my parents named me that. Well anyway, I'm short, I have black hair that goes to my middle back, parted on the right side, side bang that covers my left eye, (the bang is dyed red.) and two black bows pin the right side of my hair behind my ear.
I'm experimenting with my jeans this year. I'm going to only wear skinny jeans, but the left pant leg is going to be cut like shorts. So today I'm wearing the faded purple jeans with my black and purple hoodie, underneath a purple cami. I like purple.
Well I guess I better get going. I wanna be able to get my time table. As I was walking towards the building, I was getting a lot of nasty glares from girls. If looks could kill, I'd be stabbed in the throat and left to choke on my own blood. Yeah, I have a morbid sense of humor. What of it?
When I got to the reception desk, there was a lady with short dark hair typing furiously on a computer. "Um, excuse me? I'm Kimmiko the new student. Is this where I get my time table?" She just looked at me then went through these doors behind her desk. After a moment, she poked her head through.
"Tsunade-sama will see you now." I walked through the doors and was knocked out by the stench of sake. Great the principle is a drunk.
"You must be Keiko." I cringed at that name. It's not because I hate it, it's just that…never mind.
"It's Kimmiko." I corrected.
"Yeah whatever. Welcome to Konoha Academy for the Gifted." She paused, looked me up and down, and said "You'll fit in just great." I didn't even get a chance to ask what she meant by that, because she just handed me a time table and shooed me away.
Okay let's see. Homeroom with Hatake Kakashi. I wonder where the room is. Oh well I'll find it eventually. Let's see, I have math after homeroom, then "ACK!" I suddenly bumped into something hard, and fell on my butt.
"The hell, un." said the force. I looked up to have one blue orb meet my amber one. "Watch where you're going." I said even though I know very well I was the one looking down. "You're the one who needs to watch it frosh, un." He snapped as I got up. When I stood up I actually took in his appearance. He had blonde hair, which half was in ponytail. His hair was really long. If it weren't for his voice I would've mistaken him for a chick. He wore red skinnys that he sagged, and a black button up shirt. Even I had to admit he was hot.
"Ya whatever, just next time don't knock me down chick."
"I'm a guy, un!" he snapped.
"It's okay to be flat chested hun bun."
"Look little girl, you don't know who you're messing with, un." My eye twitched at little girl. I hate, no completely despise when someone calls me little girl.
"Look chick, I don't care who I'm messing with, and you best to get out of my way. I have a homeroom class to get to." And with that I pushed past him and made my way down the hall.
Okay I'm officially lost. Let me check the time table again- BAM! Something fast hit me hard on the back, again causing me to fall forward.
"Man, I'm so sorry-" he stopped mid sentence and I realized why. The collision caused my bang to fall from my eye revealing a bright green orb with gray flecks. "Y-you're a," He didn't get a chance to finish because by then, I made it so I was on top straddling his torso with my hand over his mouth.
"You are to tell no one who I am. Got it?" I said menacingly. He just nodded dumbly with my hand over his mouth. "Glad we have an understanding!" I said cheerfully as I fixed my bang back over my eye. "So what's your name?" I said as I helped him up. He had short, spiky, blonde hair that stuck up in all directions. He had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. They seemed to seep happiness, but there was a twinge of something else. Was that loneliness?
"I'm Uzimaki Naruto! I work hard so one day people will have to recognize me! Believe it!" he exclaimed.
"That's great. I'm Kimmiko. Do you happen to know where Kakashi-sensei's room is?" That must've rung a bell for him because he instantly perked up. "Yeah, that's why I was in a hurry! We're gonna be late! Let's go!" and with that he dragged me off to who knows where.
Guess what? We should have never rushed. When we got there the teacher wasn't even there! What kind of teacher is this? Just then, some guy with silver hair in some weird style with a mask covering his face. I think he's the teacher because he went up to the desk and turned around to face the class.
"Good morning everyone." he said cheerfully.
"Your late!" shouted Naruto angrily.
"Sorry, you see, there was this old lady, who needed help and…" he trailed off.
Before Naruto could interrupt, he started again. "I believe we have a new student. Care to introduce yourself?" Even though it was a question, I could tell I wasn't leaving until I complied. "Sure why not?" I said with fake enthusiasm. As I got out of my chair, the door opened to reveal two boys one the blonde I bumped into earlier and some sexy redhead with lazy hazel eyes. Now I know I said that blonde was hot, but dayum! I just can't even put that into words.
"Deidara, Sasori, what are two juniors like yourselves doing in this freshman homeroom class?" Kakashi-sensei asked. Wait, hold the phone. They are juniors? Wow, who would've thought. "We've just come to reminisce about the old days and check out the freshies, un." Said the blonde. At that, he scanned the room then stopped at me then proceeded to glare at me. "You, un!" he said menacingly. I smiled, unfazed by his glare. "Hey hun bun. Hope you've been taking my advice about watching where you're going." At that, I heard a number of audible gasps. "Why is she talking to Deidara-sempai like that?" "Does she have a death wish?" "Did she call Dei-sama 'hun bun'? I'll kill her!" those were just a few of those numerous murmurs.
"Little girl," I cut him off instantly. "Excuse me I was just about to introduce myself, if you don't mind." At that, I strolled to the front of the room. "My name is Kimmiko. I like food, rain, long days, beaches, and blue, and purple. I have exactly twelve piercings, the majority in my ears. I dislike loud noises and blind blondes." I directed the last part strait to the blonde.
"My name's Deidara, un." Said the blonde. "Good to know." I responded. Then I turned to the red head, who had been surprisingly calm, quiet, and cool throughout this whole little 'episode' thing. "Who's your friend?" I asked not taking my eyes off the red head. "That's Sasori no Danna, un." Huh so he calls him master? Wonder why that is. Well I'm too lazy to ask, so I'm not gonna. "Also good to know."
"Ahem," we all turned our head towards our sensei. "well, now that this episode is over, I'm going to have to ask you two to leave." Deidara and his friend grudgingly left.
Hold on, wait a minute. Why are those two out of class? Won't they get in trouble? Apparently not because sensei just let them go. Not even a warning. My instinct is telling me not to mess with these guys. Of course that only makes me want to mess with them. Yes this will be an interesting year.
During homeroom, I met this girl named Ten-Ten. She's really pretty. She really nice too cause she asked me to sit with her and her friends during lunch. She has these Chinese-looking buns on the top of her head. She's a tomboy and loved how I stood up to the Akatsuki (apparently that's what they're called). I don't get it though. I didn't really do anything except treat them like normal people. I also learned there are eight other members. I kinda spaced on their names and what they look like though. Yeah I know, helpful right?
Right, so anyway I have math next with Asuma-sensei. Ten-Ten and I don't have this class together so, I'm on my own. Now where was that room- SMACK! I tripped over air and landed on my face. Em –barrasing (yes that is two syllables).
"Did you just trip on air," asked a voice. A male voice. I looked up to see this giant of a student looking down at me. Wait is his skin blue? And it looked like he had gills. This school is filled with weirdos."No, thanks for your concern sharky, but I just simply tackled the floor," I said in a 'duh' kind of voice. He seemed to twitch after 'sharky' but regained his cool. "Yeah right whatever I don't have time to waste with a frosh like you," he said in an 'I'm better than you' voice. "Then go," I said now sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hallway.
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused."
" Do you know who I am little girl?"
"No, and to be honest I don't care to know at the moment. Maybe later when I feel like it." Just then the bell rang. I got up and headed to class.
I was five minutes late to class. "You're late, and I don't accept tardiness," said the teacher with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I thought you weren't supposed to smoke in class! Does everyone here break the rules? "I'm not late, the bell just rung before I got here," I replied cooly getting a snicker out of the class. Wait a second this class is filled with juniors and seniors. Great, just peachy. "Well go take your seat, we haven't got all day," Said the teacher. I soon as I sat the teacher called me to the front to introduce myself. He said he just 'remembered' but I knew he was getting me back for being late.
As soon as I stood up to go to the front of the class, two students came in. One was really tan and had a lot of scars where I'm guessing stitches used to be. He also had dark green bloodshot eyes. 'll be honest though, it looked good on him. I also noticed the wallet sticking out of his back pocket. The second one was hot, but I could tell he knew it. He just had that arrogant aura around him. He had silver hair and…pink eyes? What's with all the peculiar eye colors? I noticed a silver chain sticking out of his pocket. Goody, I get to test my skills on these two suckers. They probably won't even notice. Yes, yes I am an accomplished pick pocket. And proud to be one. When you had a childhood like I did, that would be a great skill to have.
I made it so there was one on each side of me. Then I 'tripped' and secretly grabbed the chain and wallet. I had to admit, that was easy. They just glanced at me when I slipped and the silver haired one snickered. Whatever I had their things and they weren't ever going to notice. But of course I plan on returning them…when I'm done having my fun.
Turns out since I'm just so advanced (please not the heavy sarcasm), they put me with the juniors and seniors. Whatever, well I went up to the front of the class and repeated what I said in homeroom. Even the part about blind blondes. So class was pretty uneventful, but I learned that green eyed boy is a total money grubber, so I'm in trouble if finds out I pick pocketed him.
The bell rung and I was off to art. Man I love art. It's my only escape. I got to art on time. There were lots of tables with three to a table. I sat in the back in the middle of my table. I took out my sketchbook and drew a heart covered in metal, with locks and chains all around. It was a sick drawing. I was just putting the finishing touches on my sketch, when I heard a voice behind me. "Nice drawing, un. Didn't think you were the artistic type, yeah."
I turned around to see hun bu- I mean Deidara and Sasori behind me. "Thanks hun bun, but I didn't think you were into art either." "Whatever, so tell me, un, what is your opinion on art?"
"What do you mean?" "He means if you think art is eternal like me, or fleeting like him," said the sexy red head. That's the first time I've ever heard him speak. I pondered this question for a moment.
"I'd have to say that art is a way that something can move you emotionally and different types of art you like reflect on the type of person you are. You know the saying 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'? That is true art. But if I had to go with something, I'd say fleeting. It's more memorable that way. Nothing can last forever." And so was my long answer. They looked at me, and then Sasori spoke. "Well that is a stupid opinion." "You're just jealous Danna, un cause she doesn't think like you, yeah," Deidara taunted.
They both took a seat on either side of me. Then the sensei walked into the room. She said her name was Kurenai-sensei. She gave us a task to do. Create your own form of art using the people at your table as models or something. I looked to the right to see Sasori fiddling with a puppet. On my left, Deidara was sculpting. I decided to draw Sasori making his puppet move with little strings attached to the tips of his fingers. It was awesome if I say so myself. "Nice, un." "Thanks hun-bun." "Will you ever stop calling me that, un?" "Maybe." Then the bell rang. Lunchtime!
