My name is Kira Nakasumi. I am currently a Genin in Konoha, the village of the leaf. I was sitting at a bench at the old academy chatting with my friends. Tsunade called a meeting for all the Genin so many kids I grew up with were there and were catching up. We still were not sure why we were called but we were waiting for someone to tell us about what was going on.
I told my friends, Hinata and Jirani, about the Sasuke related dream that I had the night before while we waited. They chuckled as told them about the last Uchiha's tears at seeing a giant tampon. I did not like Sasuke. Actually, my two friends and I are the only ones in our age group who are not his fan girls. I could even say that I thought Sasuke was a bit too stuck up for my taste.
Unfortunately, the spiky haired Uchiha just so happened to pass by and heard what I said.
"Are you," he asked, angrily, "spreading false rumours about me?"
"No!" I protested.
He glared at me. "Liar," he grumbled.
"No! I swear!" I protested once more.
"Two can play at that game," he said. He cleared his throat. "Hey everyone!" he yelled. Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen.
Oh no, I thought, don't tell me that he's going to say something ridiculous about me like…I wear granny panties…because its true! AAAAHHH! He puts his arm around my waist.
"KIRA NAKASUMI AND I HAD SOOOO MUCH FUN MAKING OUT LAST NIGHT!"
Everyone in the classroom gasped. I saw the fan girls giving me the evil eye. Sasuke leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"You mess with my rep one more time and you'll get it even worse," he said, his voice deep and hate filled. He let go of me.
"He's lying," I told everyone, "I… will never…ever…stick my tongue in his mouth…ever!"
"But you still did," he said with a convincing smile.
Yeah," I said sarcastically, "you're right…since I got blisters on my hand from running it through your needle-like hair. I mean…I've always liked guys who has pine cone shaped heads."
His grin quickly turned into a glare.
"At least I," he said, "don't have hair that looks like skittles barf."
I tugged at my colourful, rainbow hair. I felt my face redden with embarrassment.
"I'm sure," I said, "Naruto was a better kisser than me."
Why did I say that? Louder laughs came from the class. Sasuke now looked as if he wanted to kill me more than Itachi.
Iruka finally walked in and announced, "Take a seat so I can announce the orders from Lady Tsunade!"
We all scrambled to our seats and Sasuke and eye shot each other one last glare before separating. Iruka cleared his throat.
"So," Iruka said, "as you all may know, the village has fallen apart ever since Orochimaru attacked the village. With our strength, we haven't completely fallen apart." He paused to take a breather. "That is why all the top genin must now be in groups of twos."
Naruto's face lit up. "We're the top genin?!" he squealed.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "That's what he just said, moron," I heard him tell Naruto.
I rolled my eyes. Stupid jerk.
"You all would be carrying out C-ranked missions alone, but," Iruka continued, "a Jounin class ninja will be checking up on you one in a while. You'll still be pretty much independent."
I grinned. I liked the sound of that. Sasuke, who was six seats to the left of me, glared at me. I glared at him back. I shivered with disgust. What the hell was his problem?
"So, I will now pick the groups…" Iruka said, examining a sheet of paper he was holding.
Within five minutes later, I hadn't been picked and neither was Sasuke Uchiha. I crossed my fingers and prayed. DO NOT PAIR ME WITH THAT PINE CONE HEAD!
"Kira Nakasumi," Iruka said. I froze. "You will be paired up with…Chouji Akimichi."
A grin came to my lips.
"Uhh…Iruka-sensei…I'm already teamed up with Ino," Chouji mumbled.
"Hmm…" Iruka hummed, "then that leaves…Sasuke Uchiha."
I slammed my fists on the desk and swore, "Shit! Fuck!"
"Hush Kira!" Iruka-sensei growled.
"Sorry," I apologized and immediately zipped it.
"Alright," Iruka concluded, "That was all! Your Jounin supervisors will find you later. You can all leave now."
Sasuke got up. I handed Jiran a kunai knife.
"Kill me," I said, glumly.
"Why?" she asked.
"Do it before the pinecone head…!"
"Hey."
I looked up. There stood the guy, whom I had just started to hate to death at the beginning of the day. He was grinning. A fan girl would have swooned over it. But not me. I just glared daggers into his obsidian eyes. His grin still did not falter.
"What the hell do you want, Uchiha," I growled.
"Nothin' but your love, baby," he said in a sarcastically.
"Go to hell," I said.
"I already in heaven by just lookin' at you," he said shrugging with a fake grin. "I'll…see you later."
Was he flirting with me? No. He was just acting. It was an act to frustrate me. Maybe I should play along. That way he wouldn't know how much it bothered me.
"Right back at ya, pine sugar cone head," I said sweetly.
He glared. Finally, his grin dissipated.
"Right," he said and left.
I flipped him off as he turned his back to me.
"Are you guys…?" Jiran started to ask.
"No," I said, "we're acting like that out of hatred.
"Okay," she said, unconvinced, "I'll make sure to remember that when I see him sticking his tongue down your throat."
I lost my appetite at the very moment that visual entered my head.
"Kira!" Sakura screamed.
I turned around. All of his fan girls were glaring at me. I had never felt so much fear in my life. She cracked her knuckles.
"You," she growled, "are so gonna get it!"
I scanned the room. What to do? What to do? They neared me.
"Uh…" I said, "Is that Sasuke behind you, stripping off his shirt?"
They turned around, rapidly to look. I jumped out the window that was closest to me, before they turned to realize my escape.
