disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: to the girls. I know, I know, I know.
notes: here. just. take it.
title: used to be one of the rotten ones
summary: She was the devil. — Konohamaru, Hanabi.
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"Why are you like this."
This wasn't a question.
(Konohamaru spent a lot of his time asking questions that weren't really questions. This was his life now. How was this his life now. How.)
Hanabi grinned up at him, all of her teeth on display. It was terrifying, and Konohamaru was man enough to admit that. She was small, and young for jounin, but that didn't mean that she wasn't any less lethal for it.
He hadn't really expected her to take a team, though, not this early.
But there she was, sitting in Ichiraku with chopsticks between her jaws and a steaming bowl of ramen in front of her, chatting animatedly with the Akimichi girl. Or at least, she had been, until she'd caught sight of him, and jumped off the stool like it was on fire. She sauntered over to him, hipped popped out, and that awful grin across her lips.
Konohamaru swallowed bravely.
"Kono-chan, you really gotta step up your game. Chouchou says Bolt was tied up for an hour. Is she for real?"
"I was tied up for three," he said, and that was probably the dumbest thing to escape his mouth in a week.
"That," she said, eyebrow raised over pale clear eyes, "doesn't surprise me. Shouldn't you be avoiding that with your own team, though? Shitty teamwork, I have to say."
"You know who I have to deal with, I have—"
Hanabi waved him off with a toss of her head. "Yeah, yeah, you have Nee-san's kid. And Uchiha-san's. And Karin-sensei's kid. I'm actuall kind of amazed you're still alive."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Oh, you're cute," Hanabi smiled, and patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll get better."
"You're still a kid," Konohamaru managed.
"And I'm a better teacher than you are, old man!"
"Hanabi, why are you like this."
She laughed, and headed back to her team. The lucky bitch had Nara Shikadai and Yamanaka Inojin. She'd have no trouble at all getting them to do what she wanted them to do—Hanabi was terrifying, and the kids were probably all going to inherit that.
"Oi, Konohamaru-sensei, did you buy any ramen for us?"
His team was standing in the doorway, all curious and too talented for their own good. Kaori and Sarada were linked at the elbow, already shoving Bolt out of the way and bantering loudly at their classmates. They paid him not another iota of attention.
Fuck.
Hanabi looked over her shoulder, and she winked.
Konohamaru moaned.
She was the devil.
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fin.