Unofficial Jinchuriki 1- The New Beginning

"Oy, Mizuki-chan. Get up you lazy bum." I swing my hand up and wave my dad away.

"Dad! Let me sleep." Dad laughs slightly.

"Come on, it's your orientation." I bolt upright.

"I'm awake." Dad sighs, shaking his head.

"Hurry up and get ready. You're gonna be late." He leaves the room and I get up. I change out of my pajamas into a white button up shirt, black corset dress, three layers of black and white underskirts, and a pair of black and white striped leggings. I head to my vanity and brush my hair out, sighing at the bright red curls.

I have no idea how I ended up with curly hair. Mom's hair is straight, and so is Dad's. Mom says that her mom had curly hair, so maybe that's where I got it from. But the red? I shrug it off and pin my bangs across my forehead. I put my black and white plaid headband in my hair, behind my bangs, hiding the pins. I nod to myself and fix my makeup, black eye shadow and lipstick, smiling at my black nails.

I put my cross earrings in and grab my Hitai-ate, debating where to put it. I decide to put it around my waist, and stand up. I don't have to bring my weapons to orientation, so I leave them in their place on top of my dresser. They were a birthday present, a set of shuriken, a kunai, and a fan the same as Mom's.

I technically didn't pass the exam, because of the stupid Bunshin no Jutsu. That's my worst jutsu. But my teacher, Konohamaru-sensei, came over and saw me sparring with Dad. That convinced him to pass me and now I'm a Genin. Satisfied with myself, I run down to the kitchen and grab a bento out of the fridge. There's a note on the family message board.

"Mizuki-chan, congratulations on graduating. Sorry I've been so busy lately. I'll make it up to you. -Mom." I sigh; Mom and Dad are so busy all the time that they leave messages for me on the board. With Mom being Hokage and Dad being in charge of training a team, it's a rare thing for us to all be together. But I'm used to it.

I'm also used to the weird looks that I get from people. It's probably because my mom is the Sixth Hokage, and my grandfather was the Fourth Hokage. Oh well. Dad gets the same looks from people. That one is probably because he looks like a dwarf beside Mom. She's like two heads taller than Dad. And I'm a head taller than most of my classmates. I'm also the girl with the largest chest in the entire school, even over the teachers. Sakura-sensei says that I get that from Mom. But I don't know what my grandmother looked like, so I don't know. It'd be just my luck that she was this busty red head [not entirely untrue, if you've seen any pictures of Uzumaki Kushina, you'll understand].

I head to the door and put on my shoes, combat boots. I hurry out of the house, locking the door behind me and run down the road to the school.

"Hey, Uzumaki! What are you doing here? Class today is only for those who passed! Or did you talk your mom into it?" I scoff.

"I did nothing of the sort. And take a look. I did pass. So there!" I point at my Hitai-ate and then shove past the guy. I sit down and look at the front of the room.

"Morning. Can I get through?" I glance over and nearly gasp. My personal heart throb, though he's not very popular, Hyuuga Hizashi, wants to sit by me? No way. "Well?"

"Oh, sorry." I stand up and get out of the way. He slides onto the row and I notice her, the girl that every guy in the class, scratch that, the whole school has a crush on, Kiel Sara. She's the weirdest person in the entire village—and I know almost everyone in the village.

She's the only person that I've ever seen that wears long sleeves and skirts year round, and wears a scarf around her head all the time. She even has special permission to step out of class twice for reasons that no one knows. She doesn't let the guys touch her either. And she sits as far away from Inuzuka and her dog as possible. I really hate her.

"Good morning, Sara-san." She ignores him, as usual. She never looks at anyone. And she radiates this aura that says 'keep away' all the time. I don't think that the guys care about that though, they still crowd around her. She's the interesting, mysterious, pretty transfer. And she's a perfectly normal height too. The lucky duck.

I step onto the table and crouch in front of her.

"Can I help you, Uzumaki-san?" Argh! Just looking at her pisses me off. "If you don't need anything, please get out of my face."

"Sorry…" The apology from the girl in the row in front of me comes too late. I've already been knocked forward, into Sara, lips locked. It takes me two seconds to recover and gag.

"Ugh, poison. My mouth is poisoned…"

"My mouth is ruined."

"Was that my fault…?" Bloodlust. I can feel bloodlust. I look around. Guys…all pissed and cracking their knuckles. I glare at each of them in turn and they back off, afraid. I sit back in my seat and slump, arms folded on the table with my head down. It's a good thing that the guys are afraid to beat me up. In this situation at least. It's annoying most of the time. Konohamaru-sensei got the same thing when he was a kid; his grandfather was the third Hokage.

"Okay everyone, settle down. From today on, you all aren't students of ninjutsu, but full-fledged ninja. But, you're still rookies, the lowest of the low. Your greatest challenges lie ahead of you. The next step is the assignment of your ninja duties and missions. To start with that, we'll divide you into three-man cells. Each of you will be mentored by a Jounin, who will guide you as you become familiar with your various assignments."

Three-man cells? Sounds like two too many…but if I got a choice, I'd want to be teamed up with Hizashi-kun.

"I made the selections so the strength of the teams will be balanced."

"What?" Konohamaru-sensei starts to list off names, ignoring the outraged questions.