Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter 1
The Hirashi ChroniclesChapter 3: The New Student – A Princess?
"She's coming back to Konoha?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes, Hokage-sama. She seems to have her half-uncle, the Mizukage, around her little finger. Reports show that she has earned quite a name for herself in the Village of the Mists. "
"I see. Let's hope this venture will improve the relations between our villages. Who are we sending over to them?"
"A boy from the Gakiri Clan. Not our best, but not our worst either. He is, though the most tactful in my senior class of rookies."
"I'll leave the rest up to you then, Iruka. Make sure she feels at home."
"Yes, Hokage-sama." He left.
The class stood up and greeted their sensei as he strode boldly into the classroom. Iruka smiled and raised his right hand, signaling for the class to be seated. With his left hand he suddenly flung a concealed handle-less kunai at an unsuspecting Hirashi.
The kunai soared through the air, heading directly for Hirashi.
Hirashi blinked.
The kunai buried itself deep in the wall behind him, barely an inch above his forehead.
"I'm surprised you didn't duck, Hirashi." Iruka grinned like a schoolboy, not many students had previously been so gutsy. Or was it ability?
"There was no need to, Iruka-sensei." Hirashi replied simply, shrugging as he sat back down on his sit.
Iruka raised his eyebrows slightly. Hirashi certainly was in a class of his own.
"As some of you might have guessed, we are training in the art of throwing ninja weapons accurately today. This is especially important since it is a valuable skill to be used in the field and this is your last year in the academy. Hopefully." Iruka paused as he was awarded with a few laughs.
"However, before I continue, I will explain the absence of Tas Gakiri." Iruka paused once again as discussions broke out amongst the students. He noticed that only Hirashi was, as usual, unperturbed y the events.
"He has been sent on an exchange program with the Village of the Mists." There were several groans from Tas's close friends and a few sighs from the girls seated at the front row. "Don't worry, he will be returning soon. On the other hand, you might not want him to come back after you have met his counterpart. Her name is -"
"- Serra, Princess of the Waters." The clear, resounding voice rang throughout the classroom. Everyone's ears perked up for another message from that melodious voice.
Only Hirashi realized that she had no surname. She was also clanless.
As Serra stepped into the classroom and took a ceremonious bow towards Iruka, there was no lack of gasps of astonishment or whistles from the students. The body that held that enticing voice was no less seductive than expected.
Even though only at the tender age of twelve, the dark ninja outfit, cut at midriff, accentuated delicate curves and the well-trained muscles of an experienced ninja. Her mane of golden brown hair was barely restrained by a small, light blue ribbon, which contrasted with the dark blue pupils of her eyes. These held an uncommon depth and mystery. Complemented with high cheekbones and full, lustrous lips, this was a girl in her prime, leaving nothing to be desired.
All eyes followed her elegant gait towards their sensei. All, that is, except for Hirashi's. Hirashi looked over at his best friend, Haibach Tomiya. Haibach had a glazed expression on his face and was drooling unconsciously at the right edge of his mouth.
Hirashi looked around. Many other boys were in a similar state, some better, some worse. The girls were looking at Serra too, not with desire, but with intense envy. He sighed. Well this can't be good for our class spirit. His eyes returned to the scene at hand.
"I'm sorry, Iruka-sensei. I just wanted to introduce myself to them. It would be more personal, don't you think so?" Serra smiled innocently at Iruka. "I want to be on good terms with my new classmates." She continued, melting the hearts of every boy in the room.
Iruka was only slightly flustered, having had the time to become more accustomed with the young beauty. "It's all right, Serra. Why don't you take a seat next to Motoko?" He suggested.
"Actually, I'd rather sit next to Hirashi. If you don't mind sensei?" Iruka's eyes narrowed. For a brief instant, Serra and Hirashi locked their eyes. Who is she? How does she know my name? For once, Hirashi was disturbed.
He took a quick look around to break away from Serra's enchanting, deep gaze. He noticed the rest of the boys staring at him with eyes full of hatred. The girls were also studying him in a new light, "checking him out" to see what had caught the new girl's eye. Hirashi blushed slightly, not being used to their scrutiny. She's certainly not improving my social life by much.
"Why didn't you tell me?" A hiss sounded from his left. Hirashi gazed back into the accusing eyes of his best friend.
"I..." Hirashi started as he felt slender, but firm fingers rest upon his shoulder.
"I'd thought you'd be happy with me here." Serra whispered gently, caressing him with her words and a bright smile. Hirashi was at a loss for words and blushed furiously as he felt his pants tighten even more when her hand brushed down his back.
"I hope we can become good friends." Serra flashed another heartbreaking smile and offered her beautiful hand to Hirashi. He shook it hesitantly, cringing at the first touch. There's still a lot I don't know about you, Serra. But I'll find out. Sooner or later. Probably sooner.
Hirashi got his feelings back into control and planned how he would deal with the situation.
The lesson progressed on.