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I was seated in the Academy, waiting for everyone else to come in.
They were giving me confused looks. No doubt because I failed and they knew it, but I was sitting there. I ignored them. They weren't worth my time.
Unfortunately, duck-butt decided to sit next to me, gaining the fan club's attention.
So all these annoying girls were clamoring around us, demanding that I relinquish my seat to them so they could fight over who sits next to duck-butt.
I didn't move. I was there first.
They didn't like that.
The Pink One - Sakura I believe - even tried to hit me, but she found herself thrown over the desk in front of me.
I will not tolerate attacks on my person.
And the scandalized whispers of the other kunoichi annoyed me.
"You're a kunoichi now. Deal with it. You will be getting hit by boys and if you can't handle it, then quit now."
They glared but I didn't care.
I hated the students of my class. Except maybe that Hinata girl.
She was an odd one.
She follows me sometimes.
I think she thinks she's discreet, but I've spotted her every time.
I think she wants to ask for training tips, but doesn't know how.
She stutters a lot and has confidence issues.
I glanced to the side, feeling I was being watched.
I was.
Duck-butt was staring at me for some reason.
I stare back, because there was nothing else to do.
And then someone hit me in the head, and I crashed into the duck-butt. Lip contact.
Gross.
Duck-butt tastes like tomatoes. I hate tomatoes.
I pick my self up and took my seat once more, wiping my mouth as obviously as I could.
"That was nasty," I say loud enough for the silent room to hear.
I am stuck on a team with the duck-butt and the Pink One. This is terrible.
Who makes the teams?
I'd like to make them suffer via prank.
The Pink One was a fangirl to the extreme. And duck-butt didn't like her. And the drama would be enough to drown anyone.
And we sat in the classroom for three hours.
Every other team had left with their senseis. But we were stuck there.
I sighed and shifted.
Perhaps some revenge was in order.
I stood and pulled some things from my pockets.
A special powder I got my hands on. I slathered the door in it. See if this sensei likes to itch. Add a bit of powdered sugar for good measure.
Finally, take the small bag of fleas to the door. When the bastard touched it, well... Revenge could hurt sometimes.
We waited, me ignoring the other two and their questions.
When our sensei arrive - a male whose white hair I recognized from Anbu guard - he simply wiped his hand on his pants.
Fool.
He took us to the roof and demanded we introduce ourselves. He scratched his hand once.
He had to demonstrate and told us next to nothing but his name.
Jerk.
Pink One went first.
She is obsessed with duck-butt.
Duck-butt went next. He wants revenge on the murderer of his clan and to become Anbu captain. No surprise, he likes tomatoes.
Kakashi - the sensei - scratched again.
My turn was enough to... shock I guess.
"Naruto Uzumaki. I like a few things but they're not important. I hate a lot of things, but they're also not important. I don't have dreams or goals and even if I did, they wouldn't be important. I guess I have a hobby, but it isn't important."
They stared at me.
I did nothing in return.
"Okay, well, we'll be having a survival mission tomorrow."
Pink One complained. Duck-butt glared.
"Only 66% of the graduates actually continue to be ninja. You may as well fail tomorrow."
Crap.
I didn't come this far to fail.
I accepted my packet quietly and heeded the man's words.
We'll probably vomit tomorrow.
I've vomited before, so I'll eat.
I headed home.
I had to stock up for this survival tomorrow.
And most of all, I had time to strategize how to deal with my teammates.
Okay.
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