Fanfic, no money involved.


Mitarashi Anko was nerves. It was her first day of school and she had only barely scrapped by the entrance exam.

Glancing out around the classroom, she hoped to see at least one familiar face, but of course she didn't. Nearly all of the students at the academy were from already established ninja families. A first-generation girl like her was a rarity. The entrance exam itself was set up for the sole purpose of discouraging newcomers to the ninja community. Without parents who were familiar with how the system was set up and could teach their kids what would be on the tests. Not only would you need to know how to read and write, but you also needed to be able to channel enough chakra to break the test seal and know all the hand signs by heart. There was little chance that a five-year-old would be capable of passing without at least a year of special education.

The funny thing was, the Leaf was considered progressive in respect to how accessible the Academy was, as in other Hidden Villages you couldn't get in unless you already knew at least one Nanjutsu or Genjutsu, limiting it to only those born to established clans.

Seeing all the other children, dressed in nicer clothes than her and happily chatting with each other about their respective clans, Anko couldn't help but to feel out of place. She was just the daughter of a tea shop owner who was told how to prepare for the test and awaken her chakra by one of the customers who had taken a liking to her. She didn't know a single jutsu, or how to fight. She didn't belong here.

Then she saw something curious. A small child, only three years old, sitting by himself in the corner of the room. He was the youngest in the class, though not by much, as there were three four-year-old children also in their class. It was really his isolation that made him stick out. The boy's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be napping.

At first, she thought he might be a part of the famous Inuzuka Clan, as there was a small animal perched on top of his head, but on closer inspection it didn't look like a dog. Actually, it seemed to be a baby hedgehog, one small enough to fit in the palm of Anko's hand, though the quills that grew out of its body look like tiny daggers.

Anko couldn't help but to feel slightly bitter towards the boy, as her mind made him the personification of everything wrong with the system. He was probably the son of some important family who could afford private tutors and got special privileges during the examination. His parents probably had him placed in school early just so that they could have bragging rights about how smart their little brat was, and the teachers were probably family friends who would give him good grades even if he just slept through all their class.

It was not far. Life was just not far. She had to struggle really hard for an entire year training by herself, just to barely make the cut, yet the other kids got a free ride just because they were born into good families.

"Alright you brats, everyone take a seat!" Said an older ninja who entered the room. The man was around twenty-six and was carrying a clipboard, so it didn't take a genius to realize that this was going to be their instructor.

Not wanting to get on the teacher's bad side on the very first day, Anko quickly found the closest evaluable chair. Just as her luck would have it, it was the chair right next to the sleeping kid. Though after the racket the teacher made, the boy wasn't sleeping any more. The boy's right eye was open, and he was glaring at the people who dared to sit next to him. Anko was surprised by the amount of venom a child that size could put into a stare. It was only through pure stubbornness that she just huffed in response and turned her head away.

The teacher looked over the list of names and then up at the student. "Good, looks like everyone's here. Since we're all going to have to put up with each other until graduations, lets get some introductions out of the way. I'll start us off and then I want you all to introduce yourselves going by rows, right to left. I'm Uchiha Tenko, from the Uchiha Clan, I'll be your instructor."

Anko groaned. She should have guessed from his black hair and eyes, and his stuck-up expression, that the man was an Uchiha. The Military Police Clan was among the most stuck up of all the clans, and pretty infamous among the civilians for the way they pushed them around in the name of security. They were the most elitist of the elites, earning the distaste of even other ninja clans because of how stuck up they were, acting as if they had the god given right to judge everyone else. While the Military Police was technically open for applications, no one but Uchihas were ever let in. Everyone complained about them, but in the end, they just accepted that the Uchihas did more good than harm.

They were a strong bloodline with natural advantages over everyone else, on top of the advantages provided by their wealth, clan knowledge and political influence. Without them, the Leaf Village wouldn't even exist. But that didn't give them the right to be assholes about it.

One after another, her classmates introduced themselves, giving their names and the name of their clan, until finally it was Anko's turn. "I'm Mitarashi Anko, and… I'm not from a Ninja Clan." She said, trying her best to keep her voice loud and level in order to hide her fear and embarrassment.

"Oh, a first generation huh?" The Uchiha said with a smirk. "Well, try not to inconvenience the rest of the class too much before you drop out." Anko sat back down as the teacher snickered at his own joke, her hands were clenched together into fists and her jaw was clamped shut.

Screw this guy. She'd show him. She wouldn't drop out. She would become the best ninja there was. She remembered how happier her mother and father had been when she had managed to pass entrance exam. She wasn't going to let them down. She didn't care how hard she had to work.

"Hey short stuff, its your turn for introductions!" The teacher called out to the small boy.

The boy didn't stand up, when he gave his introduction, he just looked over in the direction of the rest of the class. "Maito Kyouya. Crowd me and I'll bite you to death." The boy said calmly before looking away again.

There were a few whispers around the classroom, which Anko initially took as proof of her original assumption that the boy was from some kind of privileged family, until she actually started to listen to what they were saying.

"Maito, isn't that the loser family that's never produced a first-rate ninja?" "I heard it was a family of nothing but genin." "Ninjas who can't use proper ninjutsu can hardly be considered ninjas at all." "How did someone from a family like that get into the Academy early?" "The kid has attitude; I'll give him that." "It's so cute, the way he wants to be taken seriously."

"Seem like someone is in a hurry to remain a genin their entire lives." The teacher added his own insult, earning giggles from the rest of the class.

Anko was shocked at the vicious words, spoken loud enough for the boy in question to easily hear. Even when she had done her introduction the class had barely more than snickered. She felt bad about how she had assumed that he was a spoiled brat before… a more than a little guilty for being happy about it. Happy that perhaps she wasn't alone in this. Maybe the two of them could even be friends. She had always wanted a cute little brother.

"Hey… um…" Anko started, trying to think of a way to break the ice.

"Hn…" Kyouya's eye cracked open and he stared at her for a moment. "Be quiet, or I'll bite you to death."

Anko bristled before clicking her tongue at the boy and turning her head away. That snobby little brat, she hoped he tripped over his own feet. What was she thinking, trying to make friends with someone like him. 'Not cute. Not cute at all.'

Kyouya returned to his restful state and Anko did her best to ignore him as well. Though if she had been paying more attention, then she might have noticed that the hedgehog on the boy's head continued to stare at her, with silver eyes that matched its owner's. It sniffed at the air before letting out a low, sad purr.


For a moment, just one, Kyouya thought that it might have been her. The hair style was the same, and it was of a purplish color, if more faded than it had been on his Little Owl. But it hadn't been her. Chrome would have recognized him in an instant after seeing Roll, not to mention is introduction.

Besides, his Little Owl had never been one to speak in front of groups, even if prompted, and she would have never been so quick to anger. She had been a true Omnivore, one of two that Kyouya had ever met, and it took a lot to anger an Omnivore. Though once they were angered, Omnivores were a sight to behold. A force capable of moving the world. Mukuro himself had admitted towards the end of his life that Chrome's raw power surpassed his own, even with his seven lifetimes worth of experience.

No, it had not been her. Looking more carefully, Kyouya was even willing to say that the two girls looked nothing alike. Chrome's hair had been a deeper, glossier color. It was the same purple as her eye, which shined when it caught the light. Her features had been softer, and her mouth had been small with full lips. His Little Owl had had a presence like the mist under a clear sunny sky, mesmerizing. Kyouya felt a small twinge of regret as his hope of having found her was quickly snuffed out.

He had not forgotten how that damned Mukuro told him to find Chrome. However, he knew better than to look for her.

Chrome was a master of the Mist Flame. She would not draw attention to herself. She could disguise herself as anyone or anything, with genjutsu so powerful that they even showed up on cameras. Even after all his personal training to deal with illusionists, Kyouya would struggle to see through hers, even when he knew she was there. She eventually reached the point where she didn't need to eat or sleep, because she could just fool not only her own body but the world itself into thinking that she had. Trying to find her was a fool's errand. The best he could hope for was for her to find him. He had to make a big enough splash that she could see the ripple from wherever it was that she was hiding in this world.

…Granted, Mukuro might have just been fucking with him and she might not have been in this world at all. If so, not even hell would be safe for that Pineapple bastard.

"Now that introductions are done, I am going to be leading you all to the school's private training ground for a quick assessment. Nothing fancy, just a quick one on one to establish where you are and what needs improving." The Herbivore Uchiha said. He tried to keep his expression casual, but Kyouya could see through it. He had seen that same look on a hundred other Herbivores who believed themselves to be above the rest of their kind. Those who would disturb the peace and try to take advantage of others. The man was scum, and he was about to do what scum did best, to children no less.

Well, if he wanted a one on one fight, then Kyouya was more than willing to oblige him. Even since Dino, anyone considering themselves to be Kyouya's combat instructor triggered an itch in the Cloud Guardian.

The three-year-old Cloud could not help himself, and a hungry grin spread across his face. Roll to started to purr in anticipation, its bladed quills clicking together as it shivered in excitement with Kyouya's growing blood thirst.

It was time to discipline this 'teacher'. Kyouya was going to bite him to death.


"We're going to be going in alphabetical order of your given names, starting with Shimura Akane." Their Uchiha instructor said, to which Anko inwardly whimpered, wishing her mother hadn't named her after the red bean paste used in making the shop's sweets. She tried to remember if there was anyone else with a name that started with the letter 'A' that might come before her, but she hadn't really been paying attention when everyone was giving their introductions. She had been too focused on her own nervousness to care.

This time, Anko watched much more intently as Akane walked up to the teacher, who was more than double the girl's height. Maybe if she just did her best to copy this girl's movements then everything would be alright.

She almost wished she had closed her eyes instead. While not as fast as some of the adult ninja's she had seen, Akane's moves were a lot faster than a normal five-year-old girl. She'd clearly had prior instruction on how to use chakra in order to increase one's strength. She could jump a whole three feet off the ground to try and kick at the Uchiha instructor's chest, and at one point she backed up in order to use a water jutsu. It had all the power and impact of throwing a water balloon, was about the size of the girl's tiny fists, and wasn't even close to being on target, but it was still a jutsu.

Thinking back, the Shimura clan was super big shot name. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that one of its members was taught before they ever came to school. It wasn't unusual for children from top ninja clans to start their training at the age of three, so she probably had two whole years of training under her belt.

On the instructor's part, he only made observations as he easily stepped out of the way of blocked all of the girl's attacks.

"I think I've seen enough. Not bad. Though I suppose it is as to be expected from someone of such a distinguished clan lineage." The Uchiha said as he signaled for the girl to stop.

"Thank you for the lesson, sensei." Akane said a little breathlessly, though Anko thought she might have heard some bitterness in the girl's voice. Anko didn't know what the girl had to be bitter about, she did amazingly. All of the other students were clapping for her… save for Kyouya, who was standing to the side alone, yawning with boredom.

"Alright, seeming like your next, Civilian Girl." The Uchiha said. His mouth twitched with amusement as he said it.

"Yes, sensei." Anko said, doing her best not to swallow or pout. She didn't want the man to known just how unsure of herself she was.

Anko accelerated her breathing in order to increase the circulation of oxygen in her system, put up her fists and bent her legs, all in accordance to the short lessons she had received from her family's costumers. Opening up her charka flow, she lunged forward as best as she could and threw her first punch.

She hadn't gone as far as she had expected and the teacher only had to lean back in order for that first punch to miss, but Anko quickly followed up with a second… only for her world to come crashing down around her.

The moment her left hand had left the ready position, the teacher had struck her hard in the face, knocking her to the ground. She lifted a hand up to her stinging jaw, before looking up at the teacher in confusion. He had hit her hard in the face. Tears came to the girl's eyes in response to the shock more than the pain itself.

The Uchiha just stared down at her with a smug look. "What? It's only natural that I strike you when you let down your guard. This is training after all." The man said in a condescending tone. "If you can't take it, then just run on home to your mommy, because you aren't good enough for ninja training."

Anko clenched her teeth, only causing her jaw to hurt even more, but she did get back up to her feet and attacked the man again.

Again and again he would hit her, trip her, kick her. Each time she went down he would insult her, insult her parents. Each time she would get back up, fueled by her anger. Her head hurt, her legs hurt, and her arms hurt, but she refused to just give up. She kept going until he used the back of his hand.

Anko's head rang as the metal plate on the ninja's fingerless gloves came into contact with her temple. She could hardly hear the other students gasps of shock though all the noise in her head. The girl shivered at the feel of blood dripping down from her forehead, past her cheek and to her chin. As her vision filled with spots she had to struggle not to throw up.

"Herbivore…" A high pitch voice said right next to her, causing Anko to rotate her head up in surprise. Kyouya was standing between her and the instructor, his little fists clenched as he stood in a fighting stance. The Uchiha, who had been right in front of Anko a moment ago, was a few feet further back, surprise written on his face as he took in the small boy. "For your unacceptable behavior, I will bite you to death."

Then the boy rushed forward and Anko witnessed something that she would carry with her for the rest of her life.


Uchiha Tenko had once had a promising future ahead of him. That is, until he got brick walled from a promotion at his previous job in the Military Police due to complaints made by the civilian population about his 'unacceptable behavior'. After that, he was placed on an open-ended probation and more or less had to take a job as a teacher at the Academy, since the council wouldn't give him any missions outside the village while he was on probation.

He had once been recommended for becoming a Jounin, and while he didn't get the promotion, he was still no joke when it came to close quarters combat.

So how the hell was it that he was getting his ass handed to him by a three-year-old?

Tenko had just been finishing up with the civilian brat when the Maito kid lost his shit and attacked him. And while it might have been a sneak attack, Tenko wasn't going to deny there was some serious power behind the kid's punch. Enough to make his arm tingle from the impact of blocking it.

After that, the snot nosed brat said what he probably thought was a cool one liner and then started to attack Tenko relentlessly. The brat was slipper, managing to get out of the way of the ninja's attacks while simultaneously attacking with such a varied tempo that the Uchiha was having a hard time reading the kid's movements. It seemed like for every two hits that Tenko was able to block or avoid, a third got in, hitting him hard in the gut or in his legs. The boy was just too fast. Every time he thought he would get a hit, or dodge the punch, the boy sped up just enough to dodge or make contact.

None of it made any sense, not until Tenko switched on his sharingan in order to keep up with the kid's attacks and found something he had never expected from a three-year-old.

A genjutsu. The boy had placed a genjutsu on him that was messing with his perception of the kid's movements. While not a complex illusion, it seemed so natural that the Uchiha had not even noticed it until the sharingan had seen through it.

Where had such a young kid, and a Maito at that, learned to use a genjutsu?

Didn't matter. Without the smoke and mirrors, and with his sharingan activated, Tenko could easily keep track of the brat's movements.

The man smirked as he caught onto the boy's wrist, stopping his punch in midflight and holding the boy up in the air. "No so tough n…" Tenko had started to gloat, expecting the boy to be stunned to find that his genjutsu had been seen through… only he wasn't. Without missing a beat, the snot nose brat pulled himself in using the captured arm… and bit down on the Uchiha's hand hard enough to piece the cloth of the fingerless gloves and draw blood.

Tenko swore loudly, trying to swat at the boy with his free hand, but the child had already slipped out of his grip and blocked the admittedly weak attack, pushing himself away from the instructor.

The ninja never even had a chance to recollect himself before the little monster was on him again, lunging forward with such speed that the little hedgehog that had up until now been clinging to the boy's head lost its grip and fell off. With the sharingan speeding up his reflexes, it wasn't hard for Tenko to grab onto the boy's arm again, this time also grabbing the child by the hair to stop him from biting again. "Look here you little brat. I've had…"

The child lifted his free hand to his captured one and started making a hand signal. "Shadow Clutching Jutsu." The Uchiha was shocked as the boy's shadow rose up out of the ground, grabbing onto the fallen hedgehog that had cruelled up into a ball and started to expand, growing from being the size of the child's fist into what looked like a large black basketball covered in spikes.

The shadow swung the spiked ball around like a flail and it was only the sluggish nature of the jutsu that gave the Uchiha the time to let go of the boy and jump out of the way.

The spiked ball passed by where the man's legs had been and smacked into the ground with a heavy thud, breaking the concrete. If the ninja had been one second slower his legs would have been broken and probably cut to ribbons, crippling him for life. But the thing at the forefront of his mind was something else entirely.

"You're not a Maito at all. You're a Nara." The Uchiha said, having recognized the Shadow Jutsu as being one of the Nara's signature jutsu.

"Hn." Was the child's only response as he started to make hand signs again. "Shadow Imitation Jutsu." His shadow spread out towards Tenko, who retreated away from the advancing patch of darkness to stay out of range of the jutsu.

The Nara's jutsus had four main weaknesses. The speed of the shadows was relatively slow and could be evaded by aware ninja, the range of the jutsus were short, in order to manipulate their shadows well they had to keep their feet planted on the ground, and they were rather costly. By keeping his distance, the Uchiha could wait it out until the boy ran out of chakra.

However, every time the ninja moved out of the effective range, the boy would cancel his jutsu and pursue, before reactivating it again. Slowly driving the ninja back towards the corner of the room, where he would be trapped.

Seeing this, the Uchiha tried to stop the boy by throwing Kunai at him, but the child simply batted the throwing knives out of the air without any concern at all. He made it look easy. With his back against the wall and shadows moving in, the ninja made a snap decision, running up the wall and jumping over the boy's head in order to avoid being trapped.

Turning back to the child, he expected the boy to keep coming, but the child stopped and was just looking at the Uchiha was his narrowed eyes. "What's the matter, kid? Getting tired?" The man laughed, wanting to keep the brat going just a little longer, until he ran himself out of stamina.

It was only the sound of ripping stone and his sharingan eyes that allowed him to dodge the next attack. He twisted his body and ducked forward just enough so that the spiked ball from before, now flying through the air and covered in purple flames, only cut him across the shoulder rather than taking off his entire arm. The man gave a hiss of pain as the blade ripped a jagged hole in his left arm.

The spiked ball deflated in midflight, turning back into the tiny hedgehog which the boy easily caught. "Well done, Roll." The child said, petting the creature's head while looking at Tenko with a condescending smile.

"You… Die you little brat!" The Uchiha shouted, quickly starting a sequence of hand signs of his own and taking a deep breath. "Fire Release: Fireball Jutsu!"

The fireball was over six feet in diameter and moved quickly towards the child. But rather than trying to get out of the way, the boy simply tossed the little hedgehog forward. The creature yet again rolled up into a ball and began to expand… and expand… and expand. The tiny little hedgehog turned itself into a massive boulder that was over fifteen feet across, blocking the fireball as if it was nothing.

Tenko stared at the massive black spiked ball in shock, until it began to turn. In a manner similar to the Akimichi clan's Human Bullet Tank Jutsu, the ball started to expel purple flames, using them to start to spin. The ball quickly gained speed and moved towards the ninja, who had to jump out of the way to avoid being squished.

Tenko watched as the ball flew passed him, tearing the ground apart as if moved across the training grounds before starting to make a wide turn to come back at him.

This was getting out of hand. Forget keeping face, Tenko needed to get out of there.

But for some reason, his body wouldn't listen to a thing he said.

"Shadow Imitation Jutsu."

Tenko gasped as dark blue flames appeared on the ground, slowly dispersing to reveal the shadows that had been hidden underneath the genjutsu. The ninja was forced to get to his feet and face the tiny boy who had done this to him.

The little monster looked at him with a bored expression, before giving a small huff and turning around, forcing Tenko to do the same.

Tenko was forced to watch as the spiked ball came barreling towards him. "No… no… NO!" Tenko shouted as his arms raised themselves, as if welcoming the end.

"Be bitten to death, Herbivore."


Hibari is about 10 years older than Naruto.

PS. Surprisingly enough, both Sakura's parents are actually ninja. So she didsn't sucked because she wasn't born into a ninja family. She sucked because that ninja family doesn't have any signature jutsu.