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Hate What You Love
Chapter two: Cat Fight
Six Years
"When I call your name, please rise and say, "Hai."
A murmur of agreement ran through the class as the fresh new students all nodded. The chocolate skinned man grinned as he began attendance.
"Aburame Shino."
A small boy with a thin grey coat stood, sunglasses perched on nose and surprisingly deep voice echoing through as he spoke.
"Hai."
"Okay."
Iruka wrinkled his scarred nose as he scribbled furiously onto his clipboard.
"Akimichi Chouji."
Several children snickered as the plump boy stood, knocking over a stack of textbooks next to him as he did so.
"Hai." Came the said voice of the boy.
"Okay, Chouji can you pick those up before you sit down?"
Attendance went fine...until...
"Inuzuka Kiba."
A rowdy looking boy stood, hands stuffed in pockets and a face reading "I have better things to do." His red marks that slashed over his cheeks shone brightly over the light that was directed onto them.
"You!" A small blonde bundled her hands into fists as she whipped to face the Inuzuka child.
Kiba turned to curiously look at the small disruption that the Yamanaka child was making.
"You're an Inuzuka?"
"Yeah, who the hell are you?"
Ino bundled her fists tightly before reopening her mouth to speak. She flipped a stray lock of hair behind her shoulder before settling a glare towards the boy's face.
"Miss Yamanaka, please sit down."
It was then when Kiba nearly exploded.
"You! An Yamanaka?" His finger jabbed towards her face, his sun kissed skin wrinkling around his face as he turned to glare at the opposing child across from him.
"Yeah, and you an Inuzuka? One of those half dog idiots?"
"Yeah, so what? You wanna fight about it flower hippie?"
"You little—"
The chocolate skinned teacher slammed his clipboard against the chalkboard, causing everyone to jump five feet in his or her chairs.
"SIT DOWN! Both of you!" The once kind looking teacher bellowed loudly, a low growl rising at the back of his throat.
Ino immediately plopped into her seat, but Kiba took a second to sit in his seat. And when he did, he leaned his chair all the way back and lifted a foot onto his desk.
The teacher bit his tongue, fighting back the urge to beat the shit out of the rebel-like child that was currently smirking a fanged smirk at him.
"Okay class," Iruka bit through, "Let's finish attendance."
"Today I'm going to teach you about the art of the Kunai."
The pony-tailed teacher lectured the students in the room with a happy and cheerful voice. He ignored the various groans that erupted within the room with a happy grin.
"Get out your notebooks class; we're going to take notes!"
Another groan was quickly disregarded as Iruka began to read from a text book that lay in between his large open hands.
"A Kunai is an ancient type of trowel; they originated around the Tensho era of Japan, many, many years ago." Iruka raised a finger up to hush the class from a sudden burst of laughter, "Though contrary to popular belief, Kunai are not just used for throwing purposes, a ninja can use a Kunai for gardening purposes and not cause suspicion to anybody."
Once again, Iruka raised once dark finger in efforts to quiet the loudly laughter that was filling the room at that current moment. He continued with the reading.
"Kunai are usually sized around 20 cm to 60 cm, averaged to 40 cm."
This time around, the academy teacher looked up from his book from the third burst of laughter that broke out. He clicked his book closed in confusion to see every student all scribbling in their notebooks.
Now this was interesting.
With the exception Shikamaru, who was taking a nap with his head rested neatly between his arms, everyone in the room was working. Iruka cocked an eyebrow downwards, something was definitely off.
He reopened his large textbook and began to read out loud once again, "The blade of the Kunai is made of soft steel, which makes it useful for many things." He paused as he heard another quiet chuckle fill the room.
He sighed, placing his hands on his hips and leaning forward a bit to eye everyone in the room.
"I honestly don't know what's so funny, but something's going on that I don't like."
Silence filled the room, but in truth, everyone was bursting up in laughter inside there head. Iruka held his hands up to his temples, rubbing at the sore flesh with a sigh.
He plopped in his seat and everyone burst into a huge fit of laughter.
Iruka's eyes quickly adverted to his rear and in a yelp of pain as he tried to pull away from his seat he felt his skin slowly began to peel. He felt very flustered as the volume in the room increased, and the loud bellows of laughter spilled out of the children's mouth at a faster rate and more full tone.
"Who just got OWNED?" A loud blonde with whiskers slapped onto his cheeks scrambled up onto his desk, jumping about and bothering a very irritated Sasuke by accidentally kicking the moody child in the face.
"Iruka-sensei!" Came the reply of the very amused academy students, all squeaking in laughter and trying to keep themselves under control.
The only people in the room not laughing where, Shikamaru, who was still napping rather peacefully in his seat and Sasuke, who was trying to keep his reputation of a calm collected boy and Ino, who was nearly burning and boiling over in anger.
"Who the hell did this?" Iruka was screaming, his chocolate colored skin replaced by the color red.
Ino flipped her blonde hair behind her shoulders and put on a straight face. Then, she lifted a hand in the air and wiggled about in her seat, talking in a loud voice. "Kiba did sensei, Inuzuka Kiba."
Iruka squirmed a bit more in his seat, trying to let the glue that was currently stuck to his behind loosen a bit. He growled as Kiba began to bellow in anger at Ino.
"School's out for the day, but Kiba! You stay here!"
Ino smirked as the children in the room flooded out the door, and a very angry Kiba was left behind, seated in his chair and chewing on the end of his eraser.
He almost ripped the eraser in half as Iruka tossed a large bucket and a mop at him.
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Six year old Inuzuka Kiba tore down the school hallway, his feet slamming loudly against the cold tiled floor. His backpack was slung sloppily over his shoulder and his hair was sticking up from the humidity.
Today, while he was mopping the room, he had decided to make a "who to kill list."
Kiba's Kill List:
1. Ino. Yamanaka Ino. She is the biggest fattest and stingiest flower hippy every to walk the planet! And she has a huge mouth; it's like she doesn't know how to shut that huge thing!
2. Iruka. He's too boring. He needs to cut his lectures. And he needs to learn how to mop his room better so I don't have to.
3. Naruto. This was his damn idea. But did he have to mop the whole damn classroom? I don't think so!
4. Mom. She brought me to his hellhole called school, she deserves to die.
Kiba was furious, so furious; in fact, he didn't even notice that he was trampling over his neighbors flower garden. He trudged right through it, stomping over the perfectly planted tulips and trampling over the freshly cut roses with his sneakers.
His arms waved wildly in the air as he stomped over to his house, not even greeting Kuromaru as he stormed into the house, slamming the door so hard a huge hole in the wall was created.
He threw his backpack off before cursing loudly and hurling the extra weight to the side, hitting the wall and creating a second dent to match the first one in the wall.
The six year old boy barged into the kitchen, ignoring the questioning looks he got from his elder sister and ignoring the fact that Akamaru was whimpering in fear.
He was so blinded by his anger; he barely noticed he knocked over three glasses from his entering.
He threw open the fridge, reaching in to grab the orange juice carton and growling as it collapsed within his angry death grip. He cursed loudly as he slammed the fridge closed. Yelling and screaming as he pulled against the roots of his hair.
He was about to kick the fridge when a strong grip caught his shoulders, and Kiba fell backward, landing on a pair of long legs.
The Inuzuka child looked up, trying to see through his blind rage. He was sniffing slightly as he saw his older sister, her soft gentle face looking down at him with a delicate smile.
Kiba took a breath in.
"Calm down, take a deep breath." Hana took a breath in union with her little brother, smiling as she felt his nerves calm and his heart stop pounding painfully against his rib cage.
Kiba held his head low, and walked over to a large stool that stood close to the counter. He scrambled up the wooden stool and leaned his cheek against the counter as Hana eyed him with a smile.
"Tell me what happened."
Kiba began to pull on his auburn mane, his small fingers running through the complicated mazes of his hair.
Kiba felt his anger quickly rush back into him, tightening his muscles and making his heart pound ever so painfully against his rib cage.
"Argh! Ino! She told on me and now I'm going to kill her! I even made a Kiba kill list! You wanna hear it? It goes Ino, then Iruka then...wait I forgot, I wrote it down, lemme get me backpack--"
A hand stopped Kiba from scrambling down his stool, and Kiba froze as he looked up at his sister, who was currently massaging her temples in mild annoyance.
"Who's Ino? Let's start with that."
"But I have to get my kill list."
"Get that later, I just wanna hear what happened." Hana sighed as her younger brother nodded and seated himself back into his high stool, placing his hands on the counter.
"Well, I was just playing some harmless prank--jokes on Iruka sensei and then she started cussing real loud and I told her to stop, but she wouldn't listen so this dinosaur came into the classroom and ate her! And she blamed it on me! Me! Do you believe it?"
Kiba jabbed a finger at him nose, squishing to soft flesh with a finger.
His sister slapped her head with a sigh, "Okay Kiba, that was great an all, but I need to real story now."
Kiba grinned sheepishly as he brought his hand behind his neck to rub at the skin, "Okay..."
After finishing the story, Kiba was surprised to see Hana looking at Kiba was a smile scowl on her face. Her black eyes were brimmed with a cold and sad look. She turned to look at her brother; she leaned forward to grab his hands in hers.
She squeezed his hands tightly, facing Kiba in the eye with a stern look. Kiba felt his elder sister's long white nails dig into the flesh near his knuckles, making him inwardly cringe at the pain he was making.
"Listen here, Kiba." She spoke softly but sternly, as if sharing top secret information, "Don't interact with her, ever again." Her tone was so serious, it was making Kiba feel suddenly scared.
He gave a weak nod as she pulled back, scratching the back of her neck with her thin fingers.
"So you want chicken of beef tonight?"
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"I saw an Inuzuka today."
Six year old Ino proclaimed loudly at the dinner table, her mouth full of microwave mashed potatoes and processed meat that her dad had thrown in the oven.
Her father eyed her with surprise.
"When? Why? Did they hurt you?" Inoichi didn't even notice the rapid pace of which his words were falling out. Ino placed her fork lightly on the table before answering her worried father.
"You still have that stupid rivalry with the Inuzuka's?" A lazy man took a sip of sake from a cup, leaning forward and lazily placing his hand on his cheek.
"Oh shut up Shikaku, this is dangerous. My little baby could've died!" He gave Ino a little smile, chuckling as Ino returned the smile with a mashed potato grin.
"I think it's troublesome, that you still fight. Tsume isn't that bad of a person, she just has too many kids if you ask me." The pony-tailed man gave a smirk as he ruffled his son's head, "For me, one is enough, even though if this guy sleeps all day and night."
Little Shikamaru scowled as he continued to chew on his microwave potatoes.
"Yeah, that Inuzuka sure was mean! He called me a flower hippie!" Ino shot her fork into the air, giggling as she accidentally knocked her father in the shoulder with her elbow.
Shikamaru gave a low sigh, "He called you that because you called him a half dog idiot." The lazy mini genius laid his fork down to face the blonde girl, "If you got to know him, he's not that bad."
Inoichi didn't hear Shikamaru's remark, but he heard Ino. "He called you that? My god, kids these days, where do they get these insults?"
Ino looked down at her dinner plate, suddenly feeling guilty about the interruption she caused today. She held her hands up to look at them, and soon those small hands she held up were filled with tears.
"Shikamaru, you're right."
Lifting herself from her chair, the small blonde walked out of the dining room and into the hallway. Her small bare feet clicked against the wooden floorboards as she nears the staircase, which she climbs.
When she reaches her room, she ignores the sounds of her father.
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To be continued..