Chapter Two:
They all waited. The classroom was now silent. Yukio had just been called and apparently many of the girls were holding their breaths.
"Yamimoto Mitsuko, Yomiharu Nariko,"
The air instantly cleared as many of the girls let go of the anxiety they were holding onto in that moment. There weren't that many of them left to concoct into teams now.
"Hatake Amaya," she looked up when called. "Minsino Kyu, Huga Kyo,"
She looked at the two boys he had just called to be her teammates. She could tell which ones they were as the muscles in their backs tensed then relaxed. From the backs of their heads she couldn't tell anything really other than a small portion of their personalities from the way they wore their hair.
Kyu wore his hair down and over the band that he wore on his forehead. It was a midnight black that stuck up in odd angles at points. He was calm; she could tell that just by the way he sat.
Kyo sat leaning back in his seat looking bored to her. He was a bigger boy but most of it seemed to be muscle. His raven black hair seemed to fall into his face but from the back of his head she could see the spikes that allowed him to look confident in himself.
Well, Amaya thought to herself relaxing. This will be interesting in the least.
They waited for him to show up. The boy named Kyo sat again his feet propped up on a desk leaning back watching Amaya and her occasional nervous movements at the silence in the room. He didn't seem to interpret it that way though.
"Say girlie, how old are you anyway?" Kyo questioned and she turned to him when he spoke. "I mean you can't be that old,"
"I'm ten if you must know,"
"Bloody hell no way!" the big boy said in disbelievement. "There's no way you could be up here with us!"
"Such would someone expect of the Hatake clan," the boy name Kyu said looking Amaya over thoughally. "And some of us are not complete idiots like you either Kyo, some of us passed on first go 'round," Kyu had turned back to Kyo to address him. They seemed to know each other well; he then turned back to Amaya. "I heard that your dad actually held you back some too,"
"Yeah, I should already be done with this crap," Amaya said sounding rather annoyed about it.
"Your brother, he was Monmaru, wasn't he?"
"No way, you're that kid sister of his?" Kyo said again sounding startled. "Well was the kid sister of,"
"Monmaru was my older brother yes," Amaya said her voice was becoming clipped and short forcing the words out. "But I'd rather not- he's coming,"
Both boys turned when she said this to see the person who would be their Sensei come through the door.
He had silver hair and an ebony eye. His face was covered by a black mask and his left eye was covered by a crooked band. Kyo and Kyu both looked between the Jonin and his now female student trying to make a connection as to why they looked so startlingly alike.
"Well, sorry I'm late,"
The look on the fourth of her face that Kyo and Kyu could see of Amaya showed a particular expression reading on it.
"You seem to be late to a lot of things don't you?"
"Amaya don't even start." the Jonin warned her but she just shook her head.
"Wait a minute," Kyo said seeming to have been hit with some revelation. "Are you Hatake Kakashi?"
"Kakashi-Sensei now,"
"Damn," Kyo let out a low whistle looking at the two Hatake's again. "Damn,"
"You repeated yourself idiot," Kyu said with a complete nonchalance at the situation before them.
"Damn," Kyo repeated again without listening to his partner. "We're in for it now,"
She was home early. Mitsuko wasn't even home yet, way too early. She chunked her things into a corner then went to her room collapsing on her bed with a cry of frustration.
She lay there a minute her face buried into her pillow with frustration flowing through her veins as though it were adrenaline.
She didn't mind the fact that her dad was her Genin Sensei; in fact it made her feel a little better knowing that someone who already knew her limits was teaching her. She didn't have to teach him her pressure points, or her don't go there phases, or even those don't you dare push these buttons, he already knew them, she didn't have to worry that much about it.
The thing that frustrated her though was the way that Kyo and Kyu had talked about her brother. They spoke as though he were the greatest of them all, the best person in the world when in fact all he was was a cold blooded murderer who got away.
The story that everyone knew, even Kakashi, was that Monmaru had been protecting Amaya from their mother who had gone stark crazy. He made it seem as though he had died in the attempt being able to take out their mother and protect Amaya at the same time.
No one knew the truth, they wouldn't, she couldn't bring herself to talk. She couldn't even tell Kakashi about the truth. That it was not her brother but a very well crafted substitution that Kakashi cremated along with Sora their mother.
She hadn't known what to do then and even now she could bring the harmful truth down on her father's already burdened shoulders.
Her brother had been the best there was after Kakashi, some even considered him to be better after a while. Kakashi taught him everything he knew. He had poured his heart and soul into teaching Monmaru, Amaya thought he had been through enough.
Thinking that Monmaru was dead shut him out of Kakashi's life. She didn't want him to know, she wasn't willing to let him know his son had turned into a stark crazy murderer.
She would never forget the look that Monmaru carried in his dark ebony eyes that reflected Kakashi's or the swirling of the crimson red Sharingans that bore into her very soul. It was hatred, complete and total hatred. It still haunted her most vivid dreams that revolved around him.
She turned her head out of the whiteness of the pillow that she had buried herself in to look at the wall. She felt a slight stinging coming from her eye, and she tried to force them back before just giving up and letting out a heart-breaking sob.
She didn't want to cry, but they wouldn't stop now as they rolled down her face and onto the pillow beneath her. She had told herself after her ferocious heart-wrenching crying that had shuttered throughout her small body after her brother left that she would no longer cry for anything, no matter what she wouldn't cry.
She cried now out of earnest fear and pent up sadness that she wanted to let go of. She didn't want to be by herself as she had been for years. She wanted someone to be there when she cried, someone who understood what it felt like to be alone.
Mitsuko came into the apartment finding the door unlocked. She could have sworn that she had locked it before they left that day. She just shrugged it off walking on into the apartment making her way to her own room pulling her hair down when she noticed Amaya's door cracked open.
Now that was really strange. Even though Amaya be two years younger than Mitsuko she was always, always in late. She said she didn't like to come home to an empty apartment, that it was hell on her nerves for some reason.
Mitsuko didn't understand that, she loved it when the apartment was vacant except for her because she could do as she pleased and not have to worry about Amaya. Sticking her head in the cracked door she wondered if her friend was indeed home, or if it was just another rouge animal that had found its way inside.
It was Amaya alright. The face that she saw could not have belonged to anyone else but perhaps another Hatake Clan member, and even of that she couldn't be sure.
Amaya had taken off her mask and the band from her eye and set them both on her bedside table to keep them out of the way. Amaya herself didn't look as though she had planned on sleeping in the first place. She was tangled up in the sheets that covered her bed and she was still wearing her clothes from the day, that's what really gave it away.
Her face, that was reflected in the moonlight that shone through the window and onto her, was utterly perfect. No one would believe the unnaturally perfect poise that everything was in on her face, Mitsuko herself hadn't believed at first either. The only thing that disturbed it was a large scar that ran across her right cheek.
Even though this was the second time she had seen her friend's face it still chilled her to the bone at the perfection it brought to the table. She had heard that Hatake Sora was almost the same way and Hatake Kakashi and Hatake Monmaru wore the mask to cover their faces because of this reason.
Monmaru must have been just as handsome as she is pretty, Mitsuko mused to herself closing the door behind her. If she would just act like a girl then maybe she would have a little better personality. Mitsuko sighed and shook her head. What am I saying? She doesn't want to be like that! She doesn't seem to want to be period, but then again I could be reading into it way too much when it's none of my business in the first place. Now what should I make for dinner?
Mitsuko walked off into the kitchen without anymore worry about her friend's life for the moment but more preoccupied with the fact that she was hungry.