So.Just.Smile: All right, chapter two. Eh, not much to say. I only have four chapters typed up on Word, so... . After I put those up, it may take a while to update. Other than that, I do want to try a little romance, but I'm not sure if I can really express that, nor do I know what pairing I would want. Hm, well, readers, you have opinions, express them and help me out. Lots of Love :)
Chapter Two: Teammates
Okay, you might not think I have a lot of patience, but in most situations, I do, really. But this—this was too much. It'd already been an hour or two and I was super bored. I didn't even feel like daydreaming, drawing, or writing a short story—I was basically too bored to even move.
The last team had been taken an hour and a half ago. A half hour after the last team left, Iruka-sensei did, too. It wasn't until the last team, Shikamaru's team, left that I found out Naruto and Sakura were also on my team, along with Sasuke of course.
I was unhappy, I admit, to have a four-man team. I wasn't the only one, I know, but I had Sakura. I was still pissed at her for what had happened earlier at lunch. I was glad to have Naruto and my team along with Sasuke, though. Naruto was my friend and Sasuke was an awesome ninja.
Man, so bored. Hm, what to do?
I looked around the room and finally came up with an idea. I smirked as I rose from my desk with a determined look. I walked down from my seat over to my sensei's desk. My smirk widened as I eased myself into his nice, comfy chair.
His chair's a hell of a lot more comfy than any of the desks.
I immediately attacked the drawers. I opened each one, looking for something interesting: detentions, notes on kids, school records, grades, something! It took a while, but I found it. Something very interesting. The bottom left corner. I opened the drawer, quickly flipping through the few books there were. I was about to place the two journals back in the drawer—they were filled with nothing but old papers that needed to be thrown away—when I spotted the bright orange paper.
I raised an eyebrow when I saw it. All the papers I had seen were white and all the journals were some dark color like blue or black, so why was there such a brightly colored object here, hidden? I gasped when I read the title, then I smiled evilly, like a Cheshire cat.
Icha Icha? Iruka sensei is a perv…Heh heh, can anyone say blackmail…
I began to chuckle, which brought forth the attention of my teammates. They hadn't even noticed me rummaging through Iruka-sensei's desk. Sakura had been berating Naruto for 'bothering' Sasuke, while Sasuke was provoking Naruto just to see him get hurt by Sakura.
I heard Sakura gasp before she spoke, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"My names Hiromi," I sighed, "and what does it look like I'm doing? I'm reading a book."
"You're going through Iruka-sensei's things," Sakura accused me.
I mocked a gasp, "What? Well, how dare you; I am doing no such thing. I'm simply reading Iruka-sensei's Icha Icha book that I found in his desk, while I was looking through it."
I grinned as Sakura stammered angrily, unsure of what to do. She beat on Naruto all the time, but she didn't really know me, she didn't know what I would do, how I would react, or what I would say to her. I guess she finally picked a way to approach the situation however, because she began to talk to me again.
"Hiromi, could you please hand me the book?" she asked sweetly. It scared me a bit.
"Why?" I asked, not looking up from the page I was reading.
"So that I can put it back in Iruka-sensei's desk," she said, the sweetness still within.
"Why?" I repeated, only half-listening to her answers. I just wanted to annoy her.
"Because I don't want you or any of us to get in trouble for going through Iruka-sensei's desk," she said, though her voice was strained.
I finally looked up at her and smirked, "How 'bout no, dobe?"
She lost it. She may as well have attacked me or something; I know that's what she wanted to do. Her eye twitched before both of them filled with the fire of anger. Her face contorted into a full-blown glare. Oh, if looks could kill.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she made her way to me. I slowly stood from the chair I was in. I backed up into the corner of the room. Sakura kept closing in on me, not faltering at all. Both Naruto and Sasuke were simply watching.
Why isn't Naruto-baka helping me?!
I quickly looked for a way out, but found none. It was hopeless. My back hit the wall. I looked around and smirked. In a matter of seconds, Sakura pounced, but I was far from her grasps. She was confused for a second, but after looking around for a second, she found me hanging from the roof.
I must admit, I'm not the greatest kunoichi ever, but one thing I excelled at was chakra control. It helps, because I like to climb things: trees, walls, etcetera. The chakra control is to help out and keep me reassured that I'm mostly safe.
"How did you…?" Sakura trailed off.
I began to blush when I read the next page. It didn't really help that most of this book was mainly a graphic novel, emphasis on the 'graphic.'
She gave an exasperated sigh and was just about to start another goody-two-shoes rant when she spotted Naruto. He was placing a chalkboard eraser between the door and doorframe.
I ignored what happened from there, simply walking around the roof, reading Iruka-sensei's book. I tried to reach the eraser Naruto had put up at one point, and found I could do so easily. I ginned evilly as I thought of just grabbing the eraser and flinging it at the next person to come into the room, but decided not to wait for that indefinite amount of time. So, I went back to reading the Icha Icha book, despite it being based around porn, the storyline was very good and played out very well. I mean, I didn't expect for Ai to fall for Ryuu when she was with Kyo, who was totally hot.
Then again, Ryuu isn't too bad in the looks department either.
My attention was attracted, however, when a tuft off silvery hair entered the room, lazily allowing the eraser to plop onto their cranium. I smiled—not because of the prank, but because of his hair. His hair was all anti-gravity and springy, it was begging for me to touch it. Before I could, though, he spoke.
"Hm," he picked up the chalkboard eraser. "How do I put this? My first impression of this group…"He put the eraser down rubbed his chin. "…I hate you."
The other's sweat dropped and I grinned as I reached for his hair. It was all poof! He lazily tilted his head up to look at me.
"Hi," I smiled, the grin reaching my eyes.
"Hello," he replied politely.
"I like your hair, it's all poof and anti-gravity and stuff," I smiled, and stopped touching his silver hair. "And the color is cool, too."
"Thanks, I like your hair, too," he smiled. At least I think he smiled, his mask hid it, but his eye turned up, so yeah, I'm pretty sure he smiled.
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They formed their own little group, Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto, sitting on the rooftop. I stayed alone, leaning against one of the many trees. Our new sensei leaned against the railing that surrounded the entire rooftop. I was reading Iruka-sensei's book. I had completely forgotten to put it back, so I decided to give it to him later.
I put the book away, in my kunai holster, as the jounin began to speak, "Why don't you all introduce yourselves.
"Introduce ourselves?" Sakura repeated dumbly. "What are we supposed to say?"
I almost laughed as I noticed that I had daydreamed this earlier. Wanting to stir a little trouble, I spoke:
"Things you like, things you hate, dreams for the future, and hobbies. Things like that," I finished, looking up at the sky through the tree's branches.
"Exactly," the jounin backed me up.
"Well, why don't you go first, sensei? That way we'll know how it's done," Naruto suggested.
"Me?" the jounin asked, pointing toward his self. "I'm Hatake Kakashi. My likes and dislikes…I don't feel like telling you that."
This time, I did laugh. Everybody gave me a quick glance, before going back to Kakashi-sensei.
He ain't gonna tell us shit. I really didn't know for sure, but I got the feeling.
"Dreams for the future? Well, I never really thought about it. My hobbies…? I have many hobbies," he finished. "Okay, you first," Kakashi said, pointing at Naruto.
"Believe it. I'm Uzumaki Naruto. I like instant ramen in a cup and I really like the ramen Iruka-sensei and Hiromi get me at Ichiraku Noodle Shop. But I really hate the three minutes you have to wait after you pour the water in the ramen cup. My hobby is eating different kinds of ramen and comparing them. And my future dream is to be the greatest Hokage! Then the whole village will quit disrespecting me and start treating me like I'm somebody important," he said as he adjusted his headband.
I smiled. Naruto was one of the most innocent kids ever. In certain ways. He could be a complete perv with that Oiroke no Jutsu.
"All right, next," Kakashi said so enthusiastically. Note the sarcasm.
"I'm Haruno Sakura. What I like, uh, I mean, the person I like is…"she ended up blushing as she threw glances at Sasuke.
Wonderful, simply wonderful. Hey, what's that?
"My hobbies are…" she glanced at Sasuke and giggled while blushing.
It's a stick…what the hell can I do with a stick…Poke.
"My dream for the future is to…" Sakura trailed off as she looked at Sasuke, where she then squealed and blushed.
I looked toward my teammates. This could prove to be extremely amusing. I held back a giggle as I moved closer to the pink haired girl. She had just stuttered about something, glancing at Sasuke before squealing.
Like a pig, I thought, disgusted by her behavior.
"And…?"Kakashi prodded. "What do you hate?"
"NARUTO!" Sakura yelled. Naruto sweat dropped, becoming very, very sad.
Ouch, harsh. That's another strike against her.
"O…kay. Next one," Kakashi continued, looking from me to Sasuke.
"Sasuke, come on, your turn," I said, poking him with the stick I found. He turned around to glare at me. "I believe I must inform you, that your super-ultra-death-glare-of-doom no longer works on me," I stated proudly. After becoming teammates, I concluded that he could no longer harm me, because people don't hurt their teammates.
"Now, come on," I poked him. "It's your turn, damn it!"
"Quit poking Sasuke! You're just like Naruto!" Sakura yelled at me. I slowly turned to face her with a blank face.
"Am not," I poked her in the head.
"Ah! Don't poke me," she screamed and grabbed the stick. She instantly broke in two and threw them at me. With my awesomely cool ninja skills, I caught them. I stared at them sadly in my hands.
"Aw, why'd you have to go and do that?" I asked unhappily. Quickly, my frown melted into a smile, though, as I gripped a stick in either hand. Snickering, I poked Sakura and Sasuke at the same time. Naruto was laughing, too, now. I glanced at my blonde friend, pleased that I brought a smile to his face.
"Stop poking me," Sasuke growled. Sakura was fuming.
"Say please," I grinned at him slyly. He continued to glare.
"Stop it."
"Make me."
"Fine," he growled and reached for the stick I was poking him with.
"No, it's mine," I whined as I tried to pry it from my hand. I instantly began to hit him on the head with the other half of the stick. He growled. I slowly grabbed the two sticks and backed away.
Trying desperately not to laugh—but failing terribly—I spoke, "Okay, I'll go first."
Sakura and Sasuke turned away, glaring. Naruto calmed down and stopped laughing.
"My name's Takahashi Hiromi," I sneaked back up to Sakura and Sasuke. Kakashi was watching the entire time; I think he was trying not to smile. Naruto wasn't doing a thing to contain his laughter.
"I like sensei's hair, writing, drawing, and training. I dislike…uh…huh, what do I dislike?" I pulled out the two sticks.
"Oh, I dislike being sad and/or angry. My hobbies include drawing, training, writing, and currently," I began to poke Sasuke and Sakura in the head, "poking Sasuke and Sakura in the head."
The two growled and quickly snatched the two twigs from my hands and tossed them over the building.
"Well, so much for that hobby," I walked back to the tree and began to tug at a small branch. "As for my dream for the future…well, right now, I want to find another stick to poke Sakura and Sasuke with."
"Great," Kakashi smiled. "Last one," he signaled to Sasuke.
"My name is Uchiha Sasuke. I hate a lot of things and I don't particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I will make it a reality. I'm going to restore my clan and kill a certain someone."
Everything and everyone was quiet. "You have to be all dramatic, don't you?"
All heads turn toward me. "Yeah, well, I'm going to use this stick to shove all your dramatic-ness stuff up your ass…After I poke you…Poke…Poke," I poked him with the new twig I pulled from the tree.
He gave a very exasperated sigh and grabbed the stick. "No, I already old you, it's mine! Quit stealing my fun!"
"Quit poking me!"
"It's mine!"
We held up our tug-a-war battle on the stick until it broke. "Look what you did!" I yelled.
You know what Sasuke did then? He smirked. Of all the things…He smirked! And then he continued to break his half of the stick into small pieces. I could just watch in horror.
"You broke it! You crushed my dreams! You crush them so hard!" I sulked, but then grew angry. "You asshole," I muttered angrily before pouting. After Asshole turned around, I stuck my tongue at him. What? He deserves to be punished in such a childish way.
"Ahem," Kakashi coughed, which brought our attention to him. "Well, that's good. You're all unique and have different ideas. We'll have our first mission tomorrow."
"What kind of mission are we going to have?" Naruto saluted.
"It's a task that the four of us will do together," Kakashi drawled.
"What, what, what?" Naruto asked eagerly.
"Shut up and we'll find out, idiot," I scolded him, knocking him forward as I placed my foot on the back of his head.
"A survival exercise," Kakashi stated simply.
That's all? Damn, I was hoping for something…well…just something different.
"Huh, survivals exercise?" Naruto asked stupidly.
"I thought we were supposed to have a real mission, not more practice," Sakura complained. "We already did this stuff at the academy, that's how we got here."
"This is not like your previous training," Kakashi informed us.
What does he mean not like our previous training? What's this guy up to? He's hiding something from us.
"So, what kind of training is it, then?" I asked, getting a bit serious. Hey, I can be serious, okay?
You know what Kakashi-sensei did? He laughed. He chuckled and snickered and just seemed to laugh at me.
"Aw, man. Why do people always laugh at me?" I mumbled.
"Hey, hold on, that's a normal question. What's so funny?" Sakura asked, actually defending me.
"Well, if I tell you the answer, you're not going to like it," Kakashi chuckled.
"How the Hell do you know that? Just tell us, because you're going to anyway and if you don't tell us, we won't like that either. It's basically a lose-lose situation, if what you say is true," I said. Kakashi stared at me for second or two, but then spoke.
"Of the twenty-eight graduates who just came here, only nine to twelve will actually be accepted as genin. The others will be weeded out and sent back to the academy. In other words, this is a make-it-or-break-it, pass/fail test, and the chance that you'll fail is at least sixty percent," Kakashi stated darkly.
"What?" I asked indignantly.
"You see, didn't I tell you that you wouldn't like it?"
"What? That's crazy!" Naruto yelled.
"Yeah, crazy," I added, just because I was a bit miffed at this new info.
"We worked hard to get here, believe it!" he finished.
"What the Hell was that graduation test for anyway?" I asked.
"Oh, that? That was just a test to select the candidates that might become genin…or not," he smiled.
"What?!" Naruto yelled.
"That's how it is. I decide whether you pass or fail. Be at the designated training spot at five am. Bring your ninja gear," Kakashi stated, as if that was the end of the conversation.
I did not pay attention in class all those few times just to be 'weeded out.' I will pass. I thought, determined.
"That's it, you're dismissed. Oh, tomorrow you better skip breakfast, or else…you'll puke."
"Skip…breakfast…? But…it's the most important meal of the day," I whined to myself, already knowing that nobody would pay attention to me.
