Chapter 7! Whopie-doo! I'm trying to update the story as much as I can to make up lost time. So I hope y'all are enjoying it! It might be more spaced out though because I just got back to school, and man those AP classes are already kicking my arse!

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Edited; If you might have noticed that this chapter was up earlier, but now this chapter is revised by my wonderful Beta IslandBacon.!

Dislaimer: I do not own Naruto. Ohhhh whale. I can always make fanfiction. Hey ! What do you know!

My first day of school was... Just like any other first day of school strangely enough. Besides the fact that I came in extremely late, and unprepared. Though other than that, it went how it would of in my world.

My teacher, or Saburo-Sensi, was surprisingly nice enough as he had an authoritative tone to show that he meant business. I could see why someone would go into battle with him just by the way he carried himself. Although I was always told that looks could be deceiving. Maybe that was why he was a teacher in the first place.

I glanced at the syllabus that laid at my desk, crinkles showed where the paper was picked up and handed out. The gist of what it was telling me that the class was going to be hard but if I, the student, kept up with it that it will be worth it. At least, that's how Saburo-Sensi explained it. I had made a face at the thought of what I would have to be forced to do. I wasn't like the rest of these kids, I couldn't be told, 'You can do it!' and whoosh all the confidence in the world would find itself in my soul!

Part of me feared that I wouldn't meet the requirements to become a shinobi. I was just some girl placed somewhere that I had to just adjust too. However, thrusting myself into the hardest occupation known to man probably wasn't the best way to settle in. it was always a fantasy of mine, to be bigger than myself for the sake of other people. Wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity then for me?

It was only the first day of school and I was already unsure if I wanted to continue or not.

How pathetic.

Grimacing at my own incompetence, I crumpled the piece of the paper. It's not like I could refer back to it whenever I wanted too. I got up with the rest of the students as the lunch bell rang.

I personally couldn't wait to be fed since I skipped out on breakfast. My stomach rumbled on cue as if it knew I had mentioned it. Sounding like a dying whale, I clutched my stomach following the tumult.

I kept my head down trying to attract the least amount of attention, other students avoided me since I was the 'laughing stock' of the day. I pulled at my hospital outfit uncomfortably, as I couldn't wait til the day was done and over with. I watched kids pull out their lunch sacks from their bags as we approached the field . It was then that I discovered that the Academy didn't have a cafeteria. Or at least one that fed their own kids.

I was very disappointed.

I swore under my breath. Or course being unprepared bit me in the ass once again. Grumbling, I found a spot away from the others students to sit under the shade provided by a tree. It was seemingly peaceful, no matter how cliche it made me. Once I had done the deed, I understood why so many people did it. It allowed you to observe others from far away without being disturbed.

I reminded myself to be sure to bring food and supplies for when school started the next day. Until then I had to suffer, as my stomach fussed. I shut my eyes willing my stomach to silence, to no avail. I sighed, keeping my eyes closed, I prayed Arisu would have a hot meal at her cafe that she would be able to serve me...

Out of no where, the warm sun was replaced as I felt a cool darkness caress my face. I squinted at the black silhouette that towered over me from my sitting position. It was a student from my class, who for some odd reason that I couldn't put my finger on it, looked familiar. He had something in his hand. I gazed at the object in his hand, widening my eyes in shock as I realized that it was an apple.

I quickly looked up to the boy's face, instantly glaring at him.

"What's that for?" I snarled. There had to be some sort of catch, some sort of trick! It would be too damn convenient otherwise. The boy visible flinched, yet he still smiled at me.

"I saw that you didn't have anything to eat, so I thought you might want this." He offered me the apple again as I contemplated if I should take it.

"There has to be other motives. " I told him, weary of his presence. So far these kids just laughed at me and then ignored me as if I was last weeks fruit bowl. Rotten. No good. I didn't are care that it was only the first day of school. They had judged me so I would judge them just as quickly. Besides, I'd seen my fair share of movies that had similar things that happened.

Such as in that movie Carrie, where all the kids were super nice to her only to trick her and ruin her prom. Of course, it didn't turn out to well for the other kids. I, on the other hand, didn't have the badass super powers necessary to combat the cruelty of children.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts, I noticed the boys innocent face looked confused. "Motives...?" He questioned as he scratched his chin. I sighed.

"You know, some sort of back pedal plan that would end up in my demise." The boy caught on to what I had meant, his face turned sour.

"That's just mean!" He exclaimed, folding his arms in front of his chest, "Momma always told me to be nice to girls, because they are girls and don't deserve to be picked on!" I was surprised from his reaction. I knew that people were kind, that can be said about any world, though for some odd reason I thought the people in the Naruto world would be, I dunno, more brutal.

At least, I didn't expect someone to teach their kid about manners.

The boy's face softened up, "Momma also told me to be nice to strangers." He beamed, offering me the apple for the third time. Deciding that the boy was not ill-intent, I took the apple. The kid seemed excited that I accepted his offer, which I tried to ignore.

I only took it because I was hungry.

At least, that's what I was telling myself.

The boy, still smiling, plopped down next to me. I had to hold back a groan, because I couldn't be rude to someone that just fed me. Though I could tell by just looking at the kid that my peace was going to be thrown out the window.

"By the way! I'm Sakata Kotaru! Nice to meet you!" I had to drill it into my head that people introduced themselves always by last name first, then by their first name.

"Uh, I'm Ishio Akinori. Uh... greetings?" I had wanted to smack myself in the forehead. Who in the hell ever says 'greetings'? I wasn't in some sort of Sci-fi movie, if anything it was the complete opposite. Cursing mentally at my awkward gestures, the boy then laughed. It was a sound I could have sworn I heard before. I studied him from the corner of my eye, as if I was trying to figure out the missing puzzle piece.

Why did it feel like I had met this kid before?

He was smaller than I was, no longer towering above me. I was pleased about this because it meant that I was no longer the smallest person I knew in this universe. He had a dirty appearance as his dark brown hair fell a bit above his eyes. His clothes were those of a civilian and it looked like he was from a lower class region.

The more I stared at him, the more I swore that I've seen this kid before.

Then it clicked like a light bulb. Anger boiled within me as I stood up hastily. I pointed a shaky finger at him, glaring at the boy.

"Hey! You're the kid that dragged me across the roof tops the day I got out of the hospital!" I accused, remembering the bruises I received after that little joy ride. Kotaru tilt his head as to think, then snapping his fingers as if it all clicked for him too.

"Ohhhh! That's right! You're the one I thought was a boy when I first saw you!" My face turned beat red as I glared at him as hard as I could.

"I don't look like a boy!" I spat out, crossing my arms. Who did this vermin think he was?! I didn't care that he had helped me find my apartment, even if it was on accident. He still dragged me, which was completely unnecessary

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"Girl's usually don't have their hair that short. Rather, that's what Momma told me."

"Well your Momma is wrong!" I shouted hotly, I didn't care if I sounded childish. I was already irritated, and I didn't need a gender identity crisis. Kotaru's face swelled like a balloon, red like a cherry tomato. I had wondered then if I had then crossed the line, but it was already said and couldn't be unsaid. Hardening my soft emotions, I thought to myself "why should I care? He's just a kid . That I just met...

That gave me something to eat."

Truth was, I wasn't heartless. Shocking, right? I knew people had feelings, just knowing where to draw the line was the hard part. When I opened my mouth to apologize, he beat me to it.

At least, the wasting your breath part.

"You don't know my Momma! She's always right! She's the smartest woman I know! So don't you ever bad mouth her!" He hollered, prominent anger seeping through his teeth. Clenching my tiny fist, I shook my head.

"Look kid-" A shriek of despair could be heard across the field. "My apple! My apple! Someone stole my apple!" It was then followed by a whiny, unholy cry, that made the deaf cover their ears.

Kotaru suddenly became sheepish, completely forgetting the previous conversation. I glanced at the also forgotten apple that laid by the tree trunk, then peered at the boy.

I couldn't help but smirk, "I thought your Momma told you to be nice to girls?" A blush started to form on his cheeks as he laughed.

"Momma's words are sometimes hard to follow." This time I joined in with his laughter, glad that his episode was done with. Plus, it felt good to laugh with someone in my 'age group'. Considering I had only known Kamatari who enjoyed good antics, and Arisu who was too ditzy for her own good. Now I could add a happy go lucky thief who got offended if you talked about his mother in the wrong context.

Maybe, just maybe this whole ninja ordeal wouldn't be too bad. It was all about adjustments.

Besides, to be a bad ass ninja was my nindo, my ninja way.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought as lunch was coming to an end.

Sorry that this is just a filler chapter, but of course, one has to meet a main character in this story! :)

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