Notes from Author: Okay, no excuses. I'm just lazy. -.- And I hate how it gets all crazy when you upload a document. o.o"
Spring came bounding into Konoha, banishing the cold winds of winter and its like. Flowers sprouted up everywhere and blossomed, an explosion of bright colours to celebrate the coming of a finer season. At the Ninja Academy a fresh year for the newly advanced Genin was commencing. Those that passed their Jounin teacher's initial tests were now beginning new training and taking on low rank missions. Sarutobi Asuma had his team of three students: Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji. Getting the three to work together and understand the concepts of the three-man team was proving difficult. Ino self-proclaimed herself the leader early on, while Shikamaru, who showed great potential, would rather sit and watch the clouds than be a ninja, and of course Chouji was more interesting in eating than anything else (though that proved to be great motivation). And thus with his students and missions, Asuma found himself swamped with work and his mind blissfully busy with shinobi thoughts than with women. Or one woman, that is.
Asuma was on his way home after a day of training with his team, exhausted from the squabbling between the students. They were shaping up slowly, but much more work was needed to be done for them to become functional. He made a mental note about the shogi game with Shikamaru the next morning. The kid was astounding... "Whoa there!"
Someone had collided into him from behind. He looked down and saw a head full of wavy black hair. It was a woman. Asuma froze for a moment and could feel himself go incredibly red in the face. Oh no, it's Kurenai again, he thought. He had never felt comfortable around her after hearing her conversation with Anko. Actually, he didn't feel to comfortable around Anko now either. He had done a decent job of avoiding her outside of the academy until now. Asuma expected two large, red, piercing eyes to find his and for an awkward moment to follow, but instead he got two large, black eyes and an angry snarl.
"Hey jerk! Watch it! You nearly got my ice cream all over my nice shirt!" grumbled the woman who was delicately holding a cone in her right hand. She looked remarkably like Kurenai. Her frame, her hair, her facial features... but it wasn't quite Kurenai all the same. Asuma blinked a few times in confusion and tried to get, 'Hey! You were the one that walked into me!' out of his mouth.
Instead came, "W-would you go on a date with me?" He nearly died inside after saying those words. Was he insane?
The woman's face brightened up at the question. "Do you always ask strangers that you walk into out like this? Or was that your plan to begin with?" she smiled smugly. "I'm Atsui Mirue, by the way. Pick me up here tomorrow at eight?"
"Uh... I'm Sarutobi Asuma. O-okay... eight. Here. Right," he stammered. Asuma rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. This wasn't exactly what was planned.
"Okay! Later!" and Mirue departed with a suggestive lick of her ice cream and a wink.
Asuma stood there as his cigarette fell from his mouth, unsure of what had just happened. It seemed so surreal. A quick run home was in order.
A man walked home, his shirt soaked and his spirits dampened. Asuma had NOT had a good date with the strange girl on the street that "he had bumped into" the other day. In fact, the whole night seemed a blur of bad events. And his good shirt now stank of bad vodka.
"What a nutty woman," he said aloud to himself. "No," he corrected. "What a crazy bitch." Asuma sighed and headed down the street. He had hoped that dating someone would be good for him. Instead tonight turned out to be a late arrival, screaming, too long a walk to the restaurant, screaming, bad food, screaming, a night club in the "bad" part of town, screaming and finally two drinks thrown on him with a finale of more screaming. His head was pounding. And he felt ripped off. He was usually pretty smooth with the ladies and he wanted a nice, cute girl who he could have a few good times with. He got a she-devil who was in a shoddy Kurenai disguise. Ah, it was the Kurenai aspect that made him ask the girl out in the first place, he realized. And that proved to be a whole lot scarier to him than the prospect of a whole week of dates with Mirue. Then again, she did ask him to quit smoking...
Working with his students progressed steadily and he was busy once more and his mind occupied. Some nights he would be reminded of the woman with red eyes, but he was doing a good job, he thought. Asuma also finally admitted to being totally infatuated with her. There was no use denying it anymore. And because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it... and something had to be done. Whenever he thought of her he went temporarily insane, he guessed. That would explain Mirue, anyway.
The Chuunin exam had crept up on the three Jounin teachers and Genin. At the explanatory meeting the Hokage announced the arrival of the exam and asked for all Jounin with students whom they wish to take part in the exam to come forward now. Asuma took his turn first, knowing that Shikamaru, Ino and Chouji were finally ready. Kurenai was there as well and swore in her three Genin: Hinata, Kiba and Shino. Kakashi had also sworn in his students, surprisingly. The first Genin he had ever passed supposedly. A Chuunin, by the name of Iruka, had caused a slight stir, saying that Naruto, one of Kakashi's students, was not ready for the test. While he was interfering, Asuma stood and watched with his cigarette burning away. How annoying, he thought. Kakashi simply stated that they were no longer Iruka's students, but now his soldiers. It was put into perfect words. It was quite a meeting altogether, having all three Jounin send all their of their own Genin into the first exam. Special times were upon them.
Spring came bounding into Konoha, banishing the cold winds of winter and its like. Flowers sprouted up everywhere and blossomed, an explosion of bright colours to celebrate the coming of a finer season. At the Ninja Academy a fresh year for the newly advanced Genin was commencing. Those that passed their Jounin teacher's initial tests were now beginning new training and taking on low rank missions. Sarutobi Asuma had his team of three students: Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji. Getting the three to work together and understand the concepts of the three-man team was proving difficult. Ino self-proclaimed herself the leader early on, while Shikamaru, who showed great potential, would rather sit and watch the clouds than be a ninja, and of course Chouji was more interesting in eating than anything else (though that proved to be great motivation). And thus with his students and missions, Asuma found himself swamped with work and his mind blissfully busy with shinobi thoughts than with women. Or one woman, that is.
Asuma was on his way home after a day of training with his team, exhausted from the squabbling between the students. They were shaping up slowly, but much more work was needed to be done for them to become functional. He made a mental note about the shogi game with Shikamaru the next morning. The kid was astounding... "Whoa there!"
Someone had collided into him from behind. He looked down and saw a head full of wavy black hair. It was a woman. Asuma froze for a moment and could feel himself go incredibly red in the face. Oh no, it's Kurenai again, he thought. He had never felt comfortable around her after hearing her conversation with Anko. Actually, he didn't feel to comfortable around Anko now either. He had done a decent job of avoiding her outside of the academy until now. Asuma expected two large, red, piercing eyes to find his and for an awkward moment to follow, but instead he got two large, black eyes and an angry snarl.
"Hey jerk! Watch it! You nearly got my ice cream all over my nice shirt!" grumbled the woman who was delicately holding a cone in her right hand. She looked remarkably like Kurenai. Her frame, her hair, her facial features... but it wasn't quite Kurenai all the same. Asuma blinked a few times in confusion and tried to get, 'Hey! You were the one that walked into me!' out of his mouth.
Instead came, "W-would you go on a date with me?" He nearly died inside after saying those words. Was he insane?
The woman's face brightened up at the question. "Do you always ask strangers that you walk into out like this? Or was that your plan to begin with?" she smiled smugly. "I'm Atsui Mirue, by the way. Pick me up here tomorrow at eight?"
"Uh... I'm Sarutobi Asuma. O-okay... eight. Here. Right," he stammered. Asuma rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. This wasn't exactly what was planned.
"Okay! Later!" and Mirue departed with a suggestive lick of her ice cream and a wink.
Asuma stood there as his cigarette fell from his mouth, unsure of what had just happened. It seemed so surreal. A quick run home was in order.
A man walked home, his shirt soaked and his spirits dampened. Asuma had NOT had a good date with the strange girl on the street that "he had bumped into" the other day. In fact, the whole night seemed a blur of bad events. And his good shirt now stank of bad vodka.
"What a nutty woman," he said aloud to himself. "No," he corrected. "What a crazy bitch." Asuma sighed and headed down the street. He had hoped that dating someone would be good for him. Instead tonight turned out to be a late arrival, screaming, too long a walk to the restaurant, screaming, bad food, screaming, a night club in the "bad" part of town, screaming and finally two drinks thrown on him with a finale of more screaming. His head was pounding. And he felt ripped off. He was usually pretty smooth with the ladies and he wanted a nice, cute girl who he could have a few good times with. He got a she-devil who was in a shoddy Kurenai disguise. Ah, it was the Kurenai aspect that made him ask the girl out in the first place, he realized. And that proved to be a whole lot scarier to him than the prospect of a whole week of dates with Mirue. Then again, she did ask him to quit smoking...
Working with his students progressed steadily and he was busy once more and his mind occupied. Some nights he would be reminded of the woman with red eyes, but he was doing a good job, he thought. Asuma also finally admitted to being totally infatuated with her. There was no use denying it anymore. And because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it... and something had to be done. Whenever he thought of her he went temporarily insane, he guessed. That would explain Mirue, anyway.
The Chuunin exam had crept up on the three Jounin teachers and Genin. At the explanatory meeting the Hokage announced the arrival of the exam and asked for all Jounin with students whom they wish to take part in the exam to come forward now. Asuma took his turn first, knowing that Shikamaru, Ino and Chouji were finally ready. Kurenai was there as well and swore in her three Genin: Hinata, Kiba and Shino. Kakashi had also sworn in his students, surprisingly. The first Genin he had ever passed supposedly. A Chuunin, by the name of Iruka, had caused a slight stir, saying that Naruto, one of Kakashi's students, was not ready for the test. While he was interfering, Asuma stood and watched with his cigarette burning away. How annoying, he thought. Kakashi simply stated that they were no longer Iruka's students, but now his soldiers. It was put into perfect words. It was quite a meeting altogether, having all three Jounin send all their of their own Genin into the first exam. Special times were upon them.