This was a little story for a dear friend of mine, who gave me some very sound advice: Get your damn ass in gear girl, and write me that story from a month ago like you said you would!
From modern-wonder to all of you-I own nothing, nada, zilch. If I did Naruto would be able to do more amazing techniques.
lalala- thoughts
Lalala-jinchurikii thoughts/talking
Destined for it
Chapter one:
When we became friends!
The happy sounds of the academy courtyard made Naru wince.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she just didn't have to see nor hear the young academy children. It was a complete mess, parents dropping children off, older genin and chunin entering and exiting the large building. All of this wouldn't have been so bad if said people had been wearing less clashing colors and exhibiting less volume.
Seriously, who wears black and gold socks with purple gloves. Naru shook her head and glared into the empty space, effectively stopping her mental rant.
To an outsiders view, Naru would appear to be a smiling idiot. Just as she wanted, no- needed to appear as. The world was a cruel place, full of degradation and needled in self-doubt. She sighed as she felt her mask waver just ever so slightly. It had taken quite a bit of her time to build this particular façade and to find it slipping, even slightly, caused a healthy smidgen of fear to encirculate her very being.
Naru sighed and felt the need to mentally smack herself silly with all the undo sighing and moping. Gosh if she kept this up she would soon be competing with the Uchiha-teme.
Dressed in a upbeat outfit consisting of battered boy shorts and a white tee-shirt, Naru bravely stood off the swing she had commandeered for the sake of peace. That did absolutely nothing. Her murderess mind didn't get the memo apparently. She had rules that needed to be followed and acted on without the habit formed self loathing shown in the older minds of peace.
Naru could not fail, and knew in her own mind that she wasn't going too. But god she wanted a friend, someone like her, who didn't fit anywhere. Someone who would stand by her side and she theirs.
Oh, who am I kidding. Like there is anyone left in this kami- forsaken village that would actually care about being my friend.
If Naru had actually not believed her own words, she would have knocked-on-wood.
Hyuuga Hinata was a shy girl by nature and because of it, caused her to develop a lack of confidence in herself and her abilities. It had nothing to do with her inability to fight or show support, yet it slowed down any progress with her family in making them see herself, rather than the weak little girl they ridiculed at their leisure.
Looking out at the well-lit and quite noisy courtyard, Hinata honestly wondered why her father-the clan head- wanted to send her here.
There was nothing physically wrong with the place, yet it seemed to ooze an aura that sent barely noticeable shivers down her spine. It felt disgusted and neglected and if Hinata had been just that much less of a budding strong young girl, she would have run home and hid under the bed.
Flashes of intricate clothing flowed around her as she sat by some flowers near the gate. Some were interesting to the eye, but lacked the flair of someone who wanted to be noticed and for that colors, such as brown and blacks, it felt more faded. Just like the academy where she would be attending.
Hinata had never felt so alone as she did right then.
In her self-loathing thought Hinata never seemed to realize the presence right behind her until it spoke in a slightly raspy-if not sarcastic-voice.
"hey, what the hell are you doing?"
Hinata turned and gasped.
Naru walked listlessly through the throngs of people who seemed uninspired to touch her. Thank god for small miracles.
Being the social pariah did have some small graces, it had too, how else would anyone explain the mess that was her life. No one was energetic nor patient enough to deal with her violent mood swings and sarcastic countenance, this wouldn't have been so bad if she also didn't have larger chakra reserves and stamina then most seasoned jonin.
The lucky life of Uzumaki Naru-with new added sarcasm and unparallel wit. What a joke.
In the chronically depressing thoughts Naru barely had time to move out of the way before she tripped on some girl sitting next to some flower's.
Naru was angry that she didn't watch where she was going and more angry at herself then the girl next to her, yet that didn't stop Naru from putting her foot in her mouth.
"hey, what the hell are you doing?" Naru growled out at her and then immediately flinched at the gasp and look of sadness and shock from the girl.
Way to go Naru, you can be such an ass at times. mentally putting her thoughts on hold she kept up her thoughtful look.
The girl looked like she was having an internal war with her fight or flight response and flight was winning by a landslide. She was shaking like a leaf and seemed to be trying to burrow deeper into her light lavender jacket, which was coincidently the same color as her pupil less eyes.
Naru waited for the girl for what seemed like hours before a tiny sorry was uttered and then the girl promptly fainted. What a great way to get to know someone. You talk to them and then they become unconscious.
Maybe I should go and get a sensei or a reliable adult, or I could walk away and forget I met her. Tough choice. I wonder what I'm going to choose? Naru weighed her options and frowned. Damn you morals.
Hinata woke up to a eye smarting blur of orange in her field of vision.
The color was not practical to being in a shinobi environment, where blacks and browns made up the color scale on more then many accounts. Yet the brightness of orange made the wearer seem bold and unique, bringing out a hidden strength in the happy color. It reminded Hinata of sun kissed fruits and fierce battles of the old days. Daring and beautiful, yet altogether dangerously misleading.
The monotony of the shinobi world weighs heavily on the mind and body, creating shinobi who were eccentric and out of line in some cases. This was mannerly brought out upon by those who didn't become shinobi and thus had no knowledge of the inner workings of the mind of someone who had killed more then they wrote their own name.
Hinata understood, the need for friendship and that was what the color orange seemed to represent-peace in battle, harmony in injustice, friendship with your enemy. All important yet judged by those who no nothing.
It was sad for the young konoichi-in-training, but a small price for the facts of many things she would face. Hinata wanted to flee, but where would she go? Nobody cared for her and nobody would care if she never came home.
Someone cleared their throat bringing Hinata to awareness. "ah, finally awake. You passed out and I got one of the sensei's to take us to the academy infirmary… I'm really sorry for scaring you and would like to wonder if you would like to start over… My name's Uzumaki Naru- future female Hokage !"
Hinata desperately tried to clear the last remnants of sleep from her eyes and nearly groaned when she couldn't. Naru-san must think I'm useless too. the sadness surrounding her must have been sensed because through the hazy expanse of her vision Hinata felt that she was being frowned upon.
Clearing her throat, Hinata hurried to let the other girl know who she was- she had the feeling of someone who didn't like to be ignored and dealt out punishment with a chakra infused fist and pair of brass balls.
"m-my name i-is Hyuuga Hinata, I-I want t-too chan-change my c-clan." Hinata had never felt so nervous, not even when she had to be near her father, Neji nor her younger sister. She nearly died when Naru spoke out at her.
"you need to work on that stutter Hinata, and call me Naru, no san at all please. Just Naru." a glare was directed towards her, probably to stun her into submission.
Hinata gave a shaky smile and Naru gave a wide Cheshire grin.
Hinata felt happy as they talked about everything and nothing. Learning new things about each other such as-
Naru lived alone and was an orphan.
Hinata was considered weak and useless by her family,.
Naru loved ramen and gambling.
Hinata had a passion for cinnamon buns and pressing flowers.
Naru's favorite hobbies were gambling, pranking, gardening and cooking.
Hinata's favorite hobbies were pressing flowers, gardening and cooking, and creating new poems.
They both shared a unique pursuit of espionage, writing and making stories, and dango.
They quickly became best friends after that and talked and laughed while they waited for the nurse- or lazy hag as Naru called her-to arrive. That was the best forty minutes of their lives. But like all great things they had to end some time and both Hinata and her new friend understood this-it didn't make it easier for them but at least they didn't complain (much) out loud.
The walk was completely uneventful, but it gave them some more time together before the headed into the room that would soon become like a second home to them.
The old, plain door seemed to house a million and one reasons not to go through with this idea of becoming a shinobi and Naru had never truly wanted to leave at that moment then she had in all her life.
Sounds flitted behind the plain brown wood, a young but mature voice called for silence that seemed so forthcoming. Silence was all that was left behind as the nurse walked into the room, probably to talk with the chunin sensei inside-alerting them that their was two young students outside.
Naru felt herself becoming nervous and yet very excited. This is what she begged the Hokage for…the chance to become a shinobi and prove to everyone that she wasn't a monster. Beside her Hinata showed a resolute face brought on for the need to show that she was competent and not a failure. Naru felt proud and let it show for a second before she put on a blank, aggressive stare.
This was show time and god dammit she and Hinata were going to put on one hell of an act!
Umino Iruka had killed before as had his friends. It was a part of being a shinobi and although he would not like to admit it, it was one of the more stable aspects in the world of shadows. Though only in his twenty's, Iruka had become a successful chunin as had his partner Mizuki, both were not considered naturally high up in the brackets, but both had their own reasons for not moving on.
For Iruka that was the fact that he abhorred taking life. This was mainly due to the fact that he watched his parents die when the nine tails went mad and attacked.
Which now brought up a whole new set of problems.
The nurse stood a few steps away from him and whispered that the Hyuuga heiress and the Kyuubi brat were waiting outside. She seemed smug that she knew who the girls were and made Iruka internally wince at the blatant look of loathing and hatred she practically oozed. He rubbed his scar on his nose, it made him angry that the fox girl was going into his class. What if she got to the clan heirs and killed or corrupted them?
He felt the irrational need to ignore the problem and hoped it failed so he could get rid of it.
Dismissing the women, he called for silence again and walked to the door to beckon the two young girls into the room. He eyed them both shrewdly when the walked past him to the front of the class.
The Hyuuga heiress wore a light lavender jacket over a black tank top with dark blue shinobi pants. She wore the slandered blue shinobi sandals as well. She had her hair cropped in a small A-line with her bangs framing past her chin. All in all she looked well brought up and polite.
The other girl- the fox brat was a different matter.
Wearing a dark blue vest-like jacket over a bright orange tank top with matching arm gloves up to the elbow. She wore black shinobi pants with dark orange slashes on the right thigh. Her hair was a blood red color and put up in a million little braids that went down to her lower back. At the top of her head they were gathered into a tight ponytail. Her blue eyes showed nothing on what she was feeling making her that much more intimidating.
The whisker marks didn't help.
Iruka ignored the classes general looks of 'what the hell is this shit', and instead motioned for the two girls to give their names and gestured them to sit down when they were done.
Iruka sighed, why couldn't he have just stayed in the field. The others didn't have to deal with this chaos.
"please introduce yourselves for the class." Iruka looked for his partner, Mizuki and nearly let out of huff of irritation when he didn't see him. Smug bastard, leaving when he needed him the most.
Naru felt herself wanting to release a pent-up growl of annoyance.
The sensei had just motioned them in when he looked at her and Hinata as if the were gum on the ground. What right did he presume to have to be an ass towards them, her she could at least understand, but Hinata was a whole different story. He was seriously courting an ass kicking and Naru was more then willing to deliver.
Fingering the tight material of her gloves, Naru surveyed the entirety of the small class. And groaned inaudibly.
Over twenty civilian born children ogled a boy with moderate long-spiky black hair. His black eyes met hers and she watched as they flashed with their own annoyance. There were some other clan children in the class and Naru felt she could breathe just that much easier. Hopefully they weren't all stuck in fangirlism or had their heads so far up their asses they were blind to simple truths.
Naru felt a shift in the air next to her as Hinata went to stand by her. It was a nervous action, used to protect ones self, but it gave Naru a sense of exasperation and pride.
Exasperation because she knew Hinata could be strong to fight her own battles and Pride because she trusted Naru enough to protect her when she felt cornered.
The eyes of their new sensei filled her with an anger she desperately wanted to let out, but held back anyways for simple reasons: one, Neither she nor Hinata had enough training to fight off a chunin, let alone defeat him. Two, she knew he was just waiting for her to slip up so he could complain to the Hokage that both girls were in no way competent enough to become konoichi.
Knowing this Naru was disinclined to hold off on her impluses. She would not be the one to ruin both Hinatas and her dreams.
"please introduce yourselves for the class."
Naru saw the sensei motion for them to step up front and get on with the introductions so he could begin teaching. well ain't that just great and fucking dandy, stupid sensei, why the hell should I be forced to put myself and Hinata through this hell born task.
Stepping up to the metaphorical batters plate, Naru took a cursory glance around. Her eyes half closed gave her a lazy projection. Like one of those large jungle cats that you just saw waking up from a nap, all lazy but ready to slice you a new one if you alerted them of you presence.
A strange aura began to fill the room, and everybody present nearly went into a comatose state, all except a certain Nara, he was already in one before the class had started.
Looking at her class Naru smirked, this was oh too easy.
Hinata watched as her first friend and who she could say with slight confidence was her best friend, sat exuding a dark yet powerful aura, and wondered why it wasn't effecting her.
She sighed as Naru gave a foxy smirk to the near fainting class, she sure chose her opposite to be her friend then brightened up as she realized she was truly glad for that fact. Hinata smiled shyly to some of the more awake girls as best as she knew how, and frowned in sadness as they glared back.
She gave a slight look of shock as Naru watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. A more sadistic look flew gently over her face, making the orange loving girl seem more at peace.
It was awe-inspirering and terrifying to watch, like looking into the personal mind of a being of higher power and understanding.
Just as quickly as it appeared it vanished making Hinata fell for just a few seconds that she imagined it.
Looking back at the crowed she saw Naru take in a breath of air before she spoke, trying to desperately keep her voice in a acceptable range and not yell at or kill some of the student environment.
"my name is Uzumaki Naru, I like pranks, ramen, and my best friend Hinata, so lay off or you deal with me if not herself, got it?" Growled out the calm voice of someone about to fly off the deep end. Hinata giggled internally as her fellow classmates trembled in unrestrained terror.
Walking over to Naru, Hinata gave a small bow to the class, before addressing herself. "m-my name i-is Hyuga Hinata-a, I-I like pr-pressing flower-rs and eating cinnamon-n bun-ns, I like m-my best friend Naru."
she felt uncomfortable around so many people and sad that she gave her first class impression that she was a weak stuttering fool.
Not really listening as Iruka-sensei told her to find a seat and sit, she walked limply over to a empty table in the back by a window and chose a seat for both her and Naru, and watched blankly as the class started up on its first lecture: how to become a surviving shinobi, and simply waited for something to do with being outside.
This is going to be a long four years.
Beside her, Naru nodded her head along, as if she heard Hinatas thoughts and was mentally supporting and agreeing.