Iruka frowned at Angel as she "discreetly" snuck into the room – fifteen minutes late and knocking over a bookcase. "Dammit, Angel, if you're going to be late, do it a little quieter."
"I'm not late," Angel whined. "I've been here the whole time."
"Oh, really? Then what were we just talking about?"
"Stuff," Angel replied easily, searching out Murray and taking a seat next to her, asking how she could wear a turtleneck and dark blue jeans in the middle of summer.
Iruka groaned and cursed again under his breath. Louder, he spoke directly to the class. "Good morning, children. This day, you are all gennin shinobi. As the students of the past and the students of the future, you will be split into three-man teams, each monitored by a Jounin instructor. These teams will be balanced based on your personal, psychological, and academic skills. I will first call our team number, then the members of that team and you will then proceed out the door where your Jounin instructor will take you under their wing. Any questions?" Silence aside from Angel's light snoring. "Then we shall begin. Team One! Azaka, Erik. Unito, Wasani. And Shito, Aru."
As the three students stood and left, Murray rested her head on her desk. This was going to take a while.
Rock Lee cheered and whooped, nearly bolting out the door as his name was called to be part of Team 5. Slowly, Neji and Tenten followed, already dreading the time to be spent with the energetic boy. When the door closed behind them, Iruka sighed and turned to his desk, dropping the list of names. Murray looked around the room curiously, seeing no one left behind but her and Angel (still napping at her desk). She carefully untied her hitai-ate from her forehead, making sure not to tug on her ears, and chucked it across the room, hitting Iruka as he settled into his chair.
"Dammit, Murray! Wait, what are you two still doing here?"
"?……!"
Iruka watched the dog's facial expressions change rapidly (not that he could understand what she was saying – no one could except Angel and he was pretty sure that she was making it up half the time) and opened his mouth to say something. When he glared down at his roster, however, he groaned. "Gah. I never formally added you two to my class list."
"?"
"Technically you two aren't gennin. And you can't become gennin unless you sign up for school again."
Hearing her teacher's angered tone, and since she was usually the source of it, Angel snorted and woke up, mumbling, "Whuza'g'n on?"
Murray glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "…!……"
"Aw, man!" Angel whined. "Iruka-sensei, why! I would have expected this from me, but not from you!"
Iruka sighed. "Be patient, Angel, I'll be right back." And with that, he abandoned his chair and made his way out of the room.
"'Be right back' my ass," Angel grumbled, standing. "C'mon, Murray – we're not letting him escape."
"!" Murray agreed.
Quickly, the two girls took off, sensitive noses picking out Iruka's scent and following it down the halls until it came to a stop outside the…
"Ack – principal!" Angel yelped as Murray snatched her scarf and dragged her out of sight of the Gates to Hell, as they lovingly called it.
""Why did he have to go to that crazy old lady!" Angel hissed and Murray stuck out her tongue. Both girls had been sent to the principal's office more times than they could count. The principal, herself, was a decrepit old lady, falling deeply into senility but still competent enough to not get fired. Her worst punishment was forgetting how long a student had been in her office and, since she always kept a student to their full punishment, they were often kept for hours unend.
"!…?"
"You're right – let's get out of here!"
Angel and Murray began to sneak away when Iruka suddenly appeared. "Damnit, you two. Can't you stay in one spot for one minute?"
"Why were you talking to It?" Angel grumped, checking to make sure the Gates to Hell were still closed.
"Well, according to 'It' as you call Mrs. Shigaru, you two are still officially gennin even if you weren't signed up for my class. So be thankful."
"But we still don't have an instructor," Angel pouted, refusing to thank the embodiment of pure evil.
"I was told to be a stand in until a Jounin becomes available." Angel cheered and Iruka glared. "But I still have my teaching duties."
"Aw, man. So basically we're going to be teacher's aids?"
"…"
"Don't worry. It shouldn't be more than a few days. Now come on, I need to sign you two up as an official team. You'll be team number – "
"Thirteen."
" – Six… What? Why thirteen?"
"Cause thirteen is cool!" Angel snatched up Iruka's arm and Murray took the other, the two girls forcing the teacher to dance with them. "C'mon 'Ruka-sensei!"
"!"
"Fine, fine!" Iruka yelped. The girls cheered and Iruka thought to himself, 'I'll just leave the team number blank along with the Instructor's name and third teammate.
Two girls crept across the moonlit ground as stealthily as the ninja-training allowed. Reaching the Academy, they made their way to the window on the southern wall, farthest to the left – Iruka-sensei's classroom.
"C'mon, Murray – I don't want some stupid Jounin trying to baby us."
"…!"
Angel grunted as she attempted to force open the window. She tugged and gnawed and cursed. "Dammit, this isn't going to open."
"…" Murray pushed Angel out of the way. She considered the window momentarily before reaching up and popping the glass panel out of place, unlocking the window before replacing it. With ease, she slid the window open and clambered inside, helping Angel once she stopped cursing.
"You suck, Murray," the weasel grumbled. "Let's just find the file."
The dog left Angel to her tantrum and made her way to the teacher's desk. She began opening drawers, flipping through papers, rummaging through scrolls. Angel herself, after calming down, bounced over to the filing cabinet. With both girls working, it wasn't long before the Gennin Team Form was unearthed and spread out over the desk.
"…?"
"Don't worry about that, Murray," Angel replied with a grin. "I've forged enough signatures to know 'Ruka-sensei's handwriting."
Pulling a pen from the dolphin-shaped pencil holder/cup, Angel considered the kanji, hiragana, and katakana scribbled across the parchment. Lightly taking her tongue between her teeth, she carefully filled in the blank lines, hunching over the desk and mumbling the words out loud.
"Jounin Instructor: Umino Iruka… Third Team Member? Ah, we'll fill that in later… and Team Number is… 13." Pulling back she grinned. "Very professional-looking. Now we just let 'Ruka-sensei turn this in and we won't have to deal with any stupid Jounin."
Murray grinned and both girls quickly fled, ready to begin their new team training.
I don't own Naruto, Murray or anything else aside from Angel. She's mine.