Iggy blinked his eyes uselessly, disoriented. The trip had been bumpy and really freakin' uncomfortable. It had felt as if he was being squished into an extra small dog crate.
In addition, his head was ringing with silence. Why the heck wasn't Max doing her usual leaderly stuff?
Iggy reached around and felt the weirdly warm soil. "Max?" he called out. "Nudge?"
"Right here," Nudge replied. Her eyelids flickered, adjusting to the harsh, brilliant light of the golden sun. Scanning for the others, her warm mocha skin paled, terror grasping her heart in its icy fingers.
"Where's Max?" Iggy asked again, getting agitated. His head snapped toward the small whimper Nudge let out. "Nudge? What's wrong? Where are they?"
Nudge whispered, "They... they're not here Iggy. They didn't make it."
"Oof," I grunted as I landed flat on my butt. Raising my voice, I yelled, "Report!"
"Here," came Fang's monotone, and then, a split second later, Angel said, "Present. And, Max, we're not alone."
"Of course we're not. Iggy and Nudge are here too."
Angel sucked air in through her teeth. The very sound sent my stomach spiraling downwards. Teeth-sucking never meant anything good. Frantically, I whipped my head around, searching. They weren't there.
Thank God Fang distracted me before I went into hysterics. "Angel is right. There are people here."
Right on cue, a bunch of people stepped out of the woods we had landed in. I gawked for a second before pulling myself together. Even for me, who was no stranger to the weird, these people looked like freaks. Every single one of them had vibrantly colored hair- even the brunettes' hair shone with highlights. In addition, they all wore pretty strange looking outfits. And, of course, they were exotically pretty.
The man who appeared to be the leader raised his voice and said something. It sounded like Japanese, which I had been hearing ever since I moved to Japan, but I had never learned anything other than, "More ramen please."
I saw Angel step forward to talk to them and quickly scanned the woods again for Nudge and Iggy, shook my head and looked again. Because I must have been missing something. Because I couldn't see them.
I turned my head slowly towards Angel and interrupted her pantomimed conversation. "Angel... Where are Iggy and Nudge?"
She looked down and I felt my heart go heavy. "I don't even know," she confessed. "But we ended up somewhere other than where Gazzy is. These are some of the natives," she gestured with her hand, "and they want to take us in for questioning."
"Heck no!" I spat out. "There is no way for them to take us anywhere we don't want to go." Or at least, that's what I wanted to say. What stopped me? Well, the observation of several very pointy weapons hidden on their bodies, for one.
I relented. "Fine. Let's go."
Angel nodded and resumed her conversation with the weirdos. After much wild hand-waving, they came to an agreement and we began walking.
Hanabi eyed the strangers warily. They were utterly... bizarre. After having appeared out of nowhere and then seeming to not understand Japanese very well at all, the strangers had been taken into the custody of Konoha. Currently the eldest female was yelling about something and looking around rapidly. Was she searching for teammates of hers?
All of them were freakishly tall, making it difficult to tell how old they were, but if Hanabi had to guess, she would say that the older pair might be around twenty-ish and the young girl possibly fourteen. There was a certain strangeness about there physical appearances. It wasn't their hair color or any facial features- no, as a matter of fact, they looked almost too generic. However, the clothes the strangers were wearing were out of date, too much so to be an attempt for a retro look. Also, there was nowhere to hide weapons and no hitai-ate.
"Hey Hanabi!" Her sensei said to her. "Wake up. We need to pick up the pace."
As the genin team started running, she noticed with detached interest that the intruders had no trouble keeping up. Ah well. Another strike against them.
I kept on swinging my head around, amazed by the buildings around me. My jaw was hanging slack and I was positive that I looked exactly like a fish.
"Fish much?" Fang muttered, smirking at me.
"Oh, shut up." I grinned. My bad mood from earlier was vanishing and now that I had a sense of purpose, everything was looking good.
But what about the... a nagging little voice hissed. I shoved it away. Man, is it good to make the voices in your head stop for once or what?
The architecture of this small village was very unique. Large buildings rose seven or even more stories high and each and every one of them had some sort of bulbous or spiral shape. All of them were painted bright, lively colors.
Suddenly a heavenly aroma drifted a cross my path. I froze. "Max?" I heard Angel say worriedly. "Are you alright?"
I broke into a grin. "I am better than alright. I have RAMEN." Quicker than Angel could ever hope to catch me, I broke into a sprint and headed for the ramen stand.
I could hear Angel apologizing profusely, and maybe this would cause problems later, but right now I didn't care. I wanted ramen.
I plopped onto a stool beside a short blond haired kid and conveyed my desire with a short round of charades and a bunch of half-finished sentences. A steaming bowl of miso ramen was soon deposited in front of me. I dug in, eating like a pig. Hey, who would blame me? I needed around three thousand calories a day and I hadn't eaten at all yet.
I was almost done with my bowl when they caught up with me. Rolling my eyes, I let myself be dragged to an enormous tower by the much put-upon guards.
When I got there I saw Fang and Angel already present. Catching my eye, Fang glared daggers at me, frustration showing clearly on his face. Uh oh. If you could see Fang's emotions, then I was screwed.
The guards showed me a chair that I figured I was supposed to sit in. Fidgeting, I listened to the busty blond sitting behind the desk talk to the guards.
"Angel?" I whispered. "What are they talking about, sweetie?"
She frowned, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows. "Well... it's kind of hard to tell, 'cause it's in a different language, but I think they're saying that we'll be in the custody of somebody for a while. Like a kind of probation? Then something about this being a good chance to learn responsibility and 'Naruto'."
The blond had stopped talking and was staring at us talking, curiosity filling her delicate features. Tilting her head back slightly, she called out; "Shizune!" then continued looking at us.
"Watashi no namae wa Tsunade desu," she told us. Angel translated, saying, "Her name is Tsunade."
The short blond guy I had seen at the ramen stand came into the room, almost bouncing with good energy. Ugh. He cocked his head and looked at us, puzzled, then said something to Tsunade.
Ignoring him, she pointed and said, "Naruto" very slowly and clearly, enunciating crisply. After her introduction, Tsunade turned and started talking to him in rapid-fire Japanese. Meanwhile, I took a closer look at the guy.
He was fairly short, by bird kid standards, but was probably around average height for a human. Like all of the freaking people here, he was good looking, with tanned skin, gravity-defying hair, and sharp, bright eyes that were a dark blue color. The strangest thing about him was the whisker marks on his cheeks. Was he a mutant too?
Finished talking to Tsunade, he spun on his heel and walked out the door, obviously intending for us to follow him. As we did so, Angel explained, "He's a part of their security system, like a policeman or whatever. Tsunade-san wants him to observe us for a month and teach us Japanese."
When we reached Naruto's house, I gaped in out right horror. While obviously neglected, it was an absolute sty, filled with dirty clothing, old food, and some stuff- Wait, was that sock moving?
Actually, it reminded me a lot of our house in Colorado in that respect...
The walls were an ugly, aged, off-white color, and the windows were cracked. Outside the scenery was a concrete mess; the epitome of human influence. All in all, after the magnificence of the buildings we had seen coming on, it looked like Naruto was living in the worst part of town possible.
He plopped down on the floor and spread his arms in a grand gesture, then started pointing at stuff and talking. By dinner time I had learned the various forms of 'I' and the names of a couple household items, thanks mostly to Fang and Angel's help.
The month couldn't pass nearly fast enough. I eventually knew enough Japanese to hold a short conversation and found out that Naruto was a freaking ninja. It turned out that the career of choice in this world was ninja-hood- oops, I mean 'being a shinobi.'
Naruto had been pulled out of work because he had recently been severely injured. As a result, some of his friends stopped by to see how he was doing, including Haruno Sakura and, in her wake, Uchiha Sasuke.
The three of them had been friends since they were twelve, and were hysterical to watch interact. Naruto would annoy Sasuke, Sasuke would insult him, and Sakura would punch some sense into both of them.
Angel had Sakura wrapped around her little finger. I might have felt kind of jealous once, but here it was just another advantage.
Finally, probation month ended and we were brought back in front of Tsunade. I nervously curled and uncurled my fingers, and in my peripheral vision, I saw Fang shifting his weight, which was probably as close to admitting he was nervous as Fang would get.
Tsunade started off by talking to Naruto about our behavior and whether or not we had betrayed suspicious behavior. Apparently, in a shinobi village it was useless doing these things in private because everyone knew how to eavesdrop.
Tsunade gave us her seal of approval, and then asked us the big question, "Do you want to become shinobi of Konohagakure?"
Disclaimer: I do not own the work of Masashi Kishimoto, James Patterson, or Kubo Tite.
Sorry this chapter is so choppy. I'm trying to make it realistic by not having the flock speak Japanese fluently, while remembering to have them interact. It's really hard! However, next chapter I will try to raise more doubts about their origins. Or, uh, wait... Sorry, in chapter three. Next chapter we get to see how Iggy and Nudge are doing, as well as what the heck Gazzy has been doing this entiire time. Yeah. Stay tuned.
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