Title: Behind the Scenes

Fandom: Naruto

Chapter: 1

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Warnings: just bad pacing

Word count: 1447

AN: So some information about this before we get down to business. I had talked to some friends and It old them that I had to restart 3 different stories.

This one is one of said restarted stories. But then…I have all these words that I wrote and I'm like "fuck it, let's share it during my Friday posting". So here we are.

1) This will never be finished. I restarted it. That story will be finished. Not this one.

2) The pacing sucks. It's kind of fast compared to what I started on.

3) I have 2 more, a Harry Potter Forced Marriage (will be posted next most likely) and the new version is being rewritten and edited right now, and a Avengers/Bleach. Again, that story isn't finished, the new writing of it will be and will be posted in full.

For now, enjoy.

Humming quietly to himself as he organized the files that had been used to inform the Jounin senseis of their newest teams to be tested, Iruka smiled. The teams were all very good. And he knew at least one of the more civilian Genin teams would end up passing their Jounin sensei's exam. Sighing as he tucked Team 6's file away until the teams that passed or not were told, and turned to Team 7's files.

On top of the pile was Sasuke's file. The boy was smart, amazingly so, but Iruka worried for his mental state often. He highly doubted that the Uchiha had gotten any kind of therapy after what Itachi had done to their family.

At one time, Iruka had tried to have Sasuke given a psychological review, but that had been denied. And when the academy had done it as part of the student's last year, it hadn't said anything about the young Uchiha's tendency to brood. Or about the times that he had exhibited an unhealthy amount of rage when it came to someone getting the upper hand against him.

Sighing, Iruka flipped the file closed, shaking his head as he put it to the side. "Poor Naruto. Stuck on a team with an obsessed Avenger," he sighed. "And a fangirl of said avenger. His genin years are going to drive him into insanity," he snorted, catching sight of the second file of Team 7.

Flipping it open, he stared at the pink haired female who was smiling at the camera. While Sasuke was black on black on pale, Sakura had pink hair that she had come by naturally, green eyes that were more moss than the emerald that she kept trying to claim they were, and paleish skin.

She unfortunately had a very bad attitude when it came to anyone who wasn't her precious 'Sasuke-kun', including her own best friend, Yamanaka Ino.

The only reason that the three had been placed together on the same team was because of their class rankings. Sasuke had been the Rookie of the Year, Naruto had been the so-called Deadlast, and Sakura had been the top kunoichi.

If Iruka had had his way, the so-called kunoichi's would have ended up in the place of the deadlast. Especially since her stamina was nothing to what she needed, and her chakra had done a lot of growing unlike the rest of her classmates. She hated to train, even in class, so she rarely did more than what was was necessary. She had all of the books and lessons memorized front to back.

She was smart. Amazingly so. But she had no imagination nor did she have any actual will to use her imagination in the mock missions that he had set up. She also had some amazing amounts of strength but it was very much under utilized, and once more, under-trained.

And it was all because of the fact that she was so damn obsessed with one Uchiha Sasuke, always worrying about what he wanted, or what she thought he wanted. She focused on her hair and her looks, dieting when she really shouldn't have, and attacking those who pissed her off.

Which was most often then not Naruto.

Looking over the psychological profile that was in the file, Iruka made a note to speak with Kakashi about getting a new one done on her after the tests. One with a Yamanaka instead of just a normal nin psychologist. The m;an had noted that she seemed off but had been unable to pin down what it was.

Jotting down a note on a piece of paper, iruka shook his head and turned back to her file, closing it and putting it to the side on top of Sasuke's file. Finally, he stared at Naruto's file, his fingers flipping it open and staring at the young male in the picture.

He had actually been serious for the picture, smiling very gently at the camera, a wary look in his eyes. HIs blond hair had been brushed by the way it laid down somewhat, brushing his headband. Blue eyes stared out of the picture, a startling color, much brighter than any other blue in the village. Whisker marks were a striking feature while fullish lips had obviously been chewed pink before the picture had been taken. Sun tanned skin wrapped it all up.

"Oh, Naruto-kun, what i would have done to get you onto another team. What was the Hokage thinking when he put you on this one? You three will sink long before you can swim," he snorted.

Flipping the picture out of his way, Iruka frowned to himself as he took a closer look at the page that was before him. He didn't recognize the report that had been written about his young friend and student. It had his signature but it still wasn't his writing. He had to admit that it was a good forgery, but eh could still see the differences in them.

And the forgery didn't paint a very good picture of his friend.

It exaggerated the amount of classes that he had skipped and how many lessons he had fucked up on for whatever reason. Naruto was a bundle of energy, no doubt about that, but he absorbed things rather easily as long as it was broken down for him, like most of the students that came through his classes.

It also underrated his test and homework scores that he got, not to mention his jutsu, weaponry, and hand to hand scores. They were marked so far down that it was a surprise that he would have made it to graduation. Granted, hadn't been the smartest when it came to class work, but he had stayed right around the sixty-five percent grades when it came down to tests and homework, around eighty percent with everything else. He had to, otherwise he would have been knocked first into a class that would take two more months to graduate, before he would have been dropped down a grade.

As it was, he was the youngest of his age group by two months, and he had been there for two years before Iruka had gotten his hands on him. But there had been a lot to reteach him, and not nearly enough time to figure out what what was wrong, much less fix it.

"Someone fucked with my reports on Naruto," Iruka snarled as he went through the rest of the report. "Oh fuck this shit. Someone is going to die now. Painfully. Fuck ibiki-san, I'll find out what this fucker was thinking forging my paperwork."

Slamming the folder shut, he stood up, his chair scraping along the floor and leaving his small office, walking into the main area of the classroom. Grumbling as he hung up a 'be back in 10 minutes' sign, he left through the window, heading to his apartment. He was rather glad that he had kept copies of certain files and other things there now.

Especially since that included all of the information that he had collected on Naruto.

Arriving at his own home, he slipped in through his bedroom window, he disabled the traps that sat just before the sill before he stepped down. Still muttering to himself about idiots, he walked around his bed to the closet, pulling the door open. WAlking into the closet, he moved to a side wall to tug on the shelves that held his shirts out of the way, allowing him access to the hidden area behind it.

Riffling through the files, he found Sakura's, Sasuke's, and Naruto's, holding onto them tightly as he retraced his steps.

Once his apartment had been once more locked up, he headed back to the Academy, sliding through the window with a sigh. pulling the sign down, he moved to his teacher's desk and started to compare the three files, making notes on just what had been changed, where it had been changed, and how it had been changed.

Luckily for whoever had fucked with his reports, they had most left Sakura's and Sasuke's files alone, only pumping up a few numbers and slightly exaggerating the Uchiha's so called genius.

Unlucky for them, they had fucked with Naruto's file to a point that the two reports were nothing alike. Sighing, he once again stood, checking the time and noting that Naruto would be finishing up the test if Kakashi went through his normal routine when it came to the real Genin test.

A knock on the door to his classroom made him frown and move to open it, staring down in surprise at who was standing before him.