She looked out over the portion of land their Father had given to her and saw potential.
Mind filled with visions of what could be and what she would create, she felt overjoyed. A sweep of her tails and a powerful river cut through the land from the vast sea, dragging her claws across the earth caused a deep valley to split the ground, grabbing the earth with her snout and pulling brought a great mountain into being. And then she tipped her head back and sang as the voices of her siblings rose to join her own in beautiful harmony, her siblings once a part of her but always what made her feel most whole, they all cast their voices out over their father's world and blessed it. How joyous was this, how wonderful was this? They felt almost whole again, how beautiful. She was elegant and powerful and she was…she woke up.
She does not have claws she has hands. She does not have fur she has hair. She does not have sharp fangs she has blunt human teeth. Her name is Naruto Uzumaki and she is human. She is human. She is human, just human. And she needs to piss.
Naruto rolled off the bed and onto the floor taking a moment to enjoy to the feeling of cool wood on her nightmare flushed body before she really got up.
'Why the fuck do the dreams have to be so real? It takes for-fucking-ever to get used to human things again and I can't afford any damn mistakes. The last damn time I forgot how to use human words Hiru-jiji almost fucking hospitalized me.' Peeling herself off the floor and standing on two feet instead four took more effort than she would ever want anyone to know and shuffling to the bathroom to piss was just tedious.
Stumbling out of the bathroom Naruto went over to the closet to haul out her sewing machine and the bag of clothes that still needed to be tailored and embroidered, flicked her desk light on and went to work. The sewing took hours, strained her eyes, and made her backache but at least she made enough each week to pay for ninja supplies and other important things. A glance at the clock told her she had four hours until she had to report to Training Ground 7 for her official Genin Test. It'd be easy to get some of the more tricky embroidery done in the sunlight while she and her maybe-teammates waited the 3 hours for Hatake to finally show up.
Naruto watched her sewing machine punch the needle in and out of a party dress and contemplated her maybe-sensei. Hatake Kakashi: former Anbu captain, candidate for Hokage, a student of the Fourth Hokage, last Hatake alive, graduated the Academy at age 6 due to wartime promotion, the only survivor of his genin team, holds the titles of Youngest genin, chuunin, jounin, and Anbu in Konoha. Invented an A-rank assassination jutsu on his own and the only known successful transplant of a fully activated Sharingan eye into a non-Uchiha in history. All in all, a man many would murder to be taught by.
And all Naruto could feel was anxious, on paper and in real life Hatake is a genius. But Naruto knew the man was mentally fucked up, he had to be! Graduating that early and being sent straight into a war? While he was barely old enough to use a damn microwave on his own? That fucked you up. Permanently.
'Should they even be trusting him with genin? Kami, the man watched his team die in front of him on a mission HE was leading, if one of us dies this Hatake guy is gonna go straight up bat-shit.' With quick hands, she finished the last dress, changed out the thread and started in on the pile of shirts. She bent her head to the sewing machine until the sun started invading her room like the bright dick it was and then groaned her way to a standing position.
She filled her little, dented tea kettle with water and left it to boil while she folded up all the (perfectly) tailored clothes and put her supplies away. Just as she was putting her sewing machine back the kettle whistled, she smirked at her own timing and sat to have half an orange, ramen, and some tea. Did Naruto remember that Hatake instructed them not to eat? Yes, yes she did. And did she give a fuck?
Hell No.
Bounding across the rooftops to the bridge where Hatake told them to meet took mere minutes when her shitty apartment was near the training grounds in the first place and there were no shitty civilians in her way trying to 'innocently' go about their days. Dickholes, almost every one of them.
"Naruto-baka! You're late you loser!" Haruno's breathtakingly annoying voice rang out the moment she spotted her.
"No! I'm fucking not Haruno! And the damn Uchiha and the Jonin ain't even fucking here yet. So how's about you shut your damn mouth already?" The dead-last shouted back at Sakura just as quick.
"Do you have to use such, vulgar, language all the time?" She huffed, "You do know that half the reason Iruka-sensei was always kicking you out of class? Because of your potty mouth?" Naruto just tsked at her and threw herself down at the base of one of the training logs in the middle of the clearing, no thought given to how her clothes would look later at all. In contrast, Sakura sat primly on one of the three stumps in the clearing.
Unlike Uzumaki-baka, who regularly showed up to class with her hair tangled or (kami forbid) an obviously unwashed mess. Sakura had gotten up almost three hours early to get ready today. Her cheongsam was freshly washed and ironed, her mother had helped her wash and straighten her hair and put her makeup on. Her nails were painted a flattering shade of green to match her eyes and her light pink lipgloss had been applied perfectly.
Sakura was perfect.
She was going to ace the test and Sasuke was going to so impressed with her skills he'd take her into his arms and say, "Sakura, how did I not notice how pretty, and smart, and talented you are? You're not at all ugly like Naruto-baka or Ino-buta. You must marry me." and then he'd take her to his huge Uchiha mansion and have his wicked way with her! Oh, Sasuke!
Sasuke crested the bridge leading into Training Ground 7 to the sight of Haruno blushing, drooling, and giggling to herself while Uzumaki looked creeped out.
Uzumaki turned to him, "I don't know what the hell's running through her head but I vote we never ask and keep a 3-foot distance at all times." He looked from the blonde to the pinkette and came to the conclusion that Uzumaki, despite being a loudmouth dope wasn't as bad as she could be. He grunted in agreement and they both backed away from Haruno as quietly as possible. She squealed and mumbled, "Oh it's okay, you don't need those feet anymore."
Sasuke traded a horrified look with Uzumaki and they both took one more very big step away from the other girl and turned away as far as they could without letting her leave their line of sight. Who know's what Haruno would do with their backs turned.
"So," Uzumaki cleared her throat, "What do'ya think this final test thing is gonna be about? Do ya think he was serious 'bout it being so hard we'd barf? Cause to be honest wit cha I ate anyways. I burn way too much energy to be skippin' meals when I don'need to." Uzumaki continued to chatter away, uncaring if Sasuke was actually going her questions.
She had the same accent all commoners born in Konoha did, mixing together words and speaking fast in a slightly louder than was polite tone. It was entirely different from the well enunciated, soft-spoken voices of the dead Uchihas' that filled his past.
"Ah! Sasuke-kun, you're here! When did you get here? Oh, it doesn't matter. You're here now!" Haruno broke out of her fantasy world with a yelp and immediately started bothering him.
Uzumaki, fortunately, stopped aimlessly moving her mouth in his direction to unfortunately jump to another part of the clearing. Mercilessly leaving him to face Haruno and her uniquely rough brand of affection. Sasuke glared at the blonde, but she just grinned and gave him a victory sign with one hand.
He'd get that dope for leaving him behind!
Three whole hours passed like that: Sasuke suffering under Sakura's constant fangirling, Sakura almost physically feeling the Uchiha up with her eyes and praising him 'for breathing so healthy!', and Naruto napping under a tree and laughing at Sasuke's predicament in turns.
Though all three grew bored and irritated waiting for their jonin sensei they never made any moves to leave the training ground, not even when they got hungry.
'I guess they can be obedient, if only barely. Now let's see if they can be intelligent.'
A poof! and a cloud of smoke shocked the genin potentials out of their routines and into sloppy battle stances, 'Good instincts, not everyone in the village is trustworthy.' He smirked behind his mask.
"Hello, my cute little maybe-genin! Sorry, I'm late, I got lost in the magical world of this book I was reading and had to go on a magical quest to find my way back out!" He cheered.