A riot in any village would be a bad thing. A riot in a ninja village like Konoha however, well, complete anarchy wouldn't even begin to describe the situation. Bloodbath might come close, as tensions that have been simmering under the surface for generations are fueled and rivalries explode, and jutsu are flung everywhere and everyone else is ducking and covering or scrambling for the exits or scrambling for anything that isn't nailed down or all three.
How this riot which would go down in the history books had started had been Sai. Sai had been partnered up with an officer who was given him as a punishment assignment and they'd both been relegated to one of the seedier parts of town. Being a good partner, when the Uchiha went and bought himself a nice big lunch, he brought back something for Sai to eat as well. When Sai caught sight of the worm hole in the apple he'd been handed, he chucked it into the dumpster in the alley behind him.
The apple did not make it into the dumpster, as it ended up hitting a retired Genin who wasn't up on little things like projectile trajectory when he stepped into its path instead. Casting about for the source of the apple, the retired Genin happened to spot a young Genin who was bringing a bag of apples home. The apple carrying Genin then went flying through the window of a nearby shinobi bar, sparking off a massive barfight which made its way out back and spread into the next street over from where it spilled out into the village, with ninja fighting ninja as civilians ran this way and that either to safety or to some unsecured goods. A few opportunistic ninja joined the civilians that were headed in either direction.
Needing all the help they could get in order to return law and order to the village just about everyone who was associated with the Konoha Military Police Force including the Academy recruits and the station janitor was called out to help deal with the riot that had broken out. As well as the police, the ANBU had been called in en-masse to help bring the situation in which two clans who'd been at peace for three generations had re-started their blood feud and several petty grievances were being re-aired under control.
While this was happening, Hoshigaki Kisame was sitting in the Yamanaka flower shop where he'd just gotten a job that would net him the funds to survive on the road a while, his hands itching to grab his sword and be out there. What side he would end up on when he finally gave into his impulses and got out there didn't really matter to him at that point, and continued not to matter right up until Naruto, Lee, and the Commandant who looked like he was going to drop dead any moment and couldn't be any happier about that fact showed up with a crowd of ninja trailing in their wake.
Lee was valiantly fighting the mob despite the incredible odds, and making interesting sound effects when he wasn't yelling about the "Power of Youth" as he did so. Naruto was trying to slow the entire group down with impromptu paint and glue traps which had been made in record time through expertise gained during his pranking career. The Commandant of the Police Academy whose Sharingan was blazing brightly however was fighting only one opponent. As he traded relatively weak fire jutsus with the old man wearing Senju armor, there was a rather crazed grin on the Commandant's face which even disturbed Kisame who'd thought he was king of the disturbing smile, seeing as he'd won an award for his once.
Sighing since he knew which side he'd be on because he owed Naruto, and that side was the one that was in the most trouble, he stepped out the door and joined the forces of law and order rather than the rioters. Well, he could look at it this way, there were more opponents for him to fight...
In another section of the village, Shiro and his cousin/fiancee were tearing their way through a group of Genin, laughing as they did so, and taunting the Genin the entire time they wailed on them in the rather incredibly one-sided fight. It was as they were pounding on the last of the Genin in that little knot that a larger group of ninja showed up, a larger group of higher ranked ninja, a larger group of higher ranked ninja that contained at least three members who bore a striking resemblance to their punching bag.
"Oh shit." Shiro said as he dropped the Genin.
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he and his cousin turned and ran despite the fact that it wasn't the Hyuuga way. He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day, and all that.
Running blindly down an alley with a massive gang of ninjas trailing behind them, they realized almost too late that the alley dead ended into a wall. Fortunately, there was a door in the right hand wall. Pulling the door open with enough force to nearly rip it off its hinges, Shiro ran inside with his cousin trailing in his wake.
It is only when he processes what he's seeing in front of him that he realizes that the door he'd opened was purple.
"Hello boys," the bartender called out. "You two here for the mid-afternoon special?"
Chouji grinned when he caught sight of a familiar group of Chunin clearing furniture out of a house. He'd wanted to do this for a good long time, ever since these bastards had started harassing him. Now was his chance, and it would be perfectly legal too.
"Well, if it isn't little Chouji..." one of the Chunin who'd started harassing him shortly after he'd graduated from the Ninja Academy said.
"Get out of here Chouji, we're busy." one of the other Chunin said as a group of six of the bastards crowded around him.
He turned to the speaker and attacked. Half the group he was fighting was from that clan of nimble little bastards who'd been able to outrun his better Taijutsu attacks. Police training hadn't really helped there since he wasn't all that well suited to the Uchiha fighting style which had been designed for the slender long-limbed bodies that were common to the Uchiha clan.
One area that had been helped however was that he'd picked up a couple of neat Ninjutsu. He wasn't all that good at Fire Jutsus, and Fire didn't really seem to be his element, but one thing that one couldn't help but pick up when one has spent as much time around the Uchiha as he has and has been trained by them to a degree was the Great Fireball Jutsu. As he did the seals and drew in a great big breath, there were a couple yells of "Holy shit!" and the pattering of a couple pairs of feet as the bastards from that one sensor clan hightailed it. Blowing out the breath, he created a massive fireball that strained the fire-proofing seals on the building in front of him to thier limit.
He smirked when he caught sight of a pair of fearful faces peering down at him from the roof of the building that he'd nearly torched.
"Now, I want you to put that furniture back inside where it belongs, and get the fuck out of here." he said proudly, savoring the fear from his tormentors who would more than likely think twice about bothering him again.
"B-But it's Akira's furniture." one of the nimble bastards said. "We were helping him move."
"What the fuck are you doing moving house in the middle of a riot?" he asked.
"The bitch of a landlady wouldn't give him another day." the other nimble bastard who was still hanging on the roof where it was reasonably safe replied.
"Alright, well then, carry on." he said before going on his way and looking for actual lawbreakers to attack, not letting the bastards who'd tormented him see how embarrassed he was over his mistake since they were scared shitless of him, even if it was only for the moment.
