Sakura had never been a fan of stereotypes, in fact, she quite despised them. They always seemed to feed into that endless loop of preconceived notions that tended to make life so difficult. Fear, depression, and disgust lavishly frosted upon the sickeningly sweet cake of ultimate opinion. Shinobi were beings of traditions, forever trapped and chained by ancient beliefs, unable to accept new ideas and advances. Shinobi were powerful, dangerous, exquisite, with their Kunoichi counterparts merely accessories to be worn as needed. There was, of course, begrudging respect and ever a slight fear towards the more prominent woman ninja, but there was still an unfortunate prejudice. The Shinobi lifestyle was just stacked against most females. While some female members of certain clans had it slightly easier, civilians were practically incorrigible.

Sakura's father had practically been a connoisseur of this sexism. While most Kunoichi worked best in espionage, assassination, and torture, there was a cliché that female Ninja used their, hem, feminine wiles to gain information. Like any rumor, this held some truth, but seduction was not nearly as prominent as med-nin, T&I, or Genjutsu careers. Of course, her idiotic father, who seemed to lack a single brain cell to call his own, was infatuated with the idea that his daughter was going to the Academy to learn the proper techniques of a whore. An incorrect and blatantly stupid opinion, but he was just a simple man, foolishly thinking that his daughter was petite and delicate, a little flower who needed to be sheltered from the harshness of the world.

She was not.

He had not seen Sakura for who she truly was. When he was called to school because she beat up some of her older classmates, he insisted that she had merely been a damsel in distress. When Sakura came home one day covered in mud, leaves, and twigs, instead of asking if she had fun playing, he instead stated that no man wanted a dirty woman. When Sakura became one of the Three Demons of Konohagakure her father figured it was the influence of the demon brat. She had briefly considered adopting these stereotypes before she met either Naruto or Sasuke, the ones that told her to be petite and delicate (she was tiny but her fists were hard), the ones that said she should be good in the kitchen (she poisoned Iruka once), the ones that dictated marriage as her only purpose (she would be a Kunoichi, damnit)… A quick conclusion was drawn, one that her father brutally disagreed with.

Haruno Sakura had packed her bags and disowned him that very afternoon. As far as she was concerned her father didn't exist, poofed out of the universe by some strange and unknown force, he was dead to her. So, she imposed herself on Naruto and Sasuke who were all too happy to have her. Two people who had both felt the biases of people's opinions. Alternating between their houses was fun even if the difference was stark. Naruto living in a large although rundown apartment was a brilliant contrast between Sasuke's tiny but upkept one. Both of them did seem to have an inordinate amount of plants, but who was she to complain. There was, unfortunately, one thing Sakura could live without. She hated stereotypes but…

"Why do you always glaring when I cook, ttebayo!?" Naruto stated pointedly.

Why the hell did NARUTO get to be a good cook!

Sasuke snorted, "Hn, who wouldn't glare at you with that bright orange jacket…"

Que the giant rant about how 'orange is the color of the gods!'. While Sakura may admit that orange was a nice color in passing, it was not meant to be worn as an eye-burning kill me orange Shinobi jacket. The ugly piece of cloth was old and worn, the thing would be falling apart by the seams if not for Naruto's skilled needlework. (Yet another practical skill Sakura was inept at.) While the blonde may enjoy the orange color, she suspected the only reason he had yet to get a new one was because it was from Iruka. While the three demons enjoyed the company of the overworked Chunin, Naruto seemed particularly fond of him. There was also the fact that most civilian shops refused to sell practical clothing to the orange idiot, but Sakura preferred to believe he was just nostalgic. For now, the orange idiot would remain an idiot orange.

Speaking of orange…

"You sure that prank on sensei was a good idea?" Sakura questioned, staring worryingly into her miso soup.

A fox-like grin spread across Naruto's face as Sasuke narrowed his eyes. A mischievous aura seemed to spread throughout the kitchen.

"Ne, ne, Sakura-chan! I thought we got rid of that goody-two-shoes attitude, dattebayo?" He grinned.

Oh no. A full dattebayo. Sakura was in for it.

"Hn." Sasuke agreed.

Double oh no. Only a hn. Sakura was really in for it.

"I do believe that Iruka-sama warned us that our sensei would be late." Naruto chided, "We waited an hour after the other sensei had picked up their teams and he still wasn't there, ya know! They had it coming, dattebayo!"

Sasuke nodded in agreement as the blonde continued to rant about how tardiness is the root of all evil. Two Naruto rants in one day, jeez, talk about bad luck. The blonde was a passionate person, ranting it seemed, was the attribute of both maniacally evil and passionate people. It was rather strange, now that she thought about it, that evil people tended to just stop in the middle of battle to either explain their abilities or their plan. The other side just stopped and listened! Why not attack! They are providing an ample window to seriously wound them or at least take them by surprise. One would think that Shinobi would be more prepared to strike on these wide-open windows. Why launch into a long-winded explanation of how you are outsmarting/outmaneuvering a person when you can just continue to beat their asses? It's not like there are any spectators…

"Dobe, you lost her around ten sentences ago." Sasuke stated, both interrupting Naruto and tearing Sakura from her thoughts.

Raising a fist Sakura slammed her foot on the table and chair, spilling her miso. A fire burned in her green eyes as she prepared a speech.

"I am not a goody-two-shoes! I was merely questioning the strategical pros and cons behind pranking what is either a Jonin or special Jonin and then telling them our current location." Sakura stated loudly, "He deserves a good pranking, shannaro!"

Naruto and Sasuke didn't reply. After a moment of silence, Sakura glanced down at the other two demons. Currently, they were staring wide-eyed at the window behind her. Slowly she turned to see a bright orange Jonin crouching in the window. She sweatdropped as the disgruntled Shinobi hopped down from the window.

"How should I say this… My first impression of you guys…" He paused for a second, as if carefully considering his words, "I hate you."

Kakashi 1 – Demon Trio 2

… … …

Kakashi had not planned this. He had not planned on having to go all the way across town to track down three brats. He had not planned on them dictating the terms of their first meeting. He had CERTINALLY NOT planned on being freaking ORANGE as he did so. Kakashi thought he had grown resistant to life punching him in the face. It was a brutal reality to realize that he had in fact, not accounted for the chance life would decide to purchase brass knuckles in the form of three Genin brats. He was going to show them a true demon during the Genin test. Kakashi would break their spirits, their minds, and their bodies until there was nothing left but a pile of spiritless flesh…

"So!" Kakashi said with a cheerful smile, "How about some introductions!"

Currently, they were all sitting on the roof of Naruto's apartments. The three cute little Genin confused by the current situation and oblivious to Kakashi's sadistic thoughts. The pink civilian, lovely Sakura-chan hesitantly raised her hand. No doubt she was going to ask how they were going to do the introductions. The studious goody-two-shoes who was no doubt a fangirl, praising and preaching about her beloved Sasuke-kun. From what he heard from Iruka, nearly have of the females in the class seemed to have some sort of infatuation with the avenger, she was likely to be no different. He nodded to her and she smiles, a sweat and innocent grin.

"Ne, Sensei… Why are you orange?" She questioned innocently.

Kakashi nearly threw a kunai at a brat as his rage nearly boiled over. Slipping into a cool façade of calm he smiled his only visible eye turning up in a U. Two could play at this game.

"Oh, this?" He questioned rhetorically, "A friend of mine suggested that I add a splash of color to by clothes. I thought that they meant a literal splash. What do you think?"

Yes, Kakashi lied through his teeth to protect his pride from Genin fresh out of the academy.

"I think you look like a Kikusui, 'specially with your hair, ttebayo." Naruto stated with a devious smirk.

An image of a white and orange koi with Kakashi's clothes suddenly popped into everyone's minds. The demon trio laughed while Kakashi felt a vein pop on his neck. Feeling the need to break this up he spoke.

"Alright for the introductions…. state your name, things you like, things you hate, your dreams for the future, and… your hobbies." Kakashi continued, "My name is Hatake Kakashi. I like somethings and dislike others. My dreams for the future? Never really thought about it. As for hobbies, I have a lot of hobbies."

With that he finished, waiting for the brats to speak up. As the silence carried on awkwardly Naruto spoke up.

"It that… it?" He questioned.

Kakashi nodded and continued to watch them as they shifted nervously under his gaze. Slowly they began whispering among themselves for several moments before finally breaking apart. Three identical grins were mirrored on each face. Kakashi was actually surprised that they seemed to get along so well. Naruto didn't seem nearly as clingy, Sasuke not nearly as avenger-y, and Sakura was hardly fangirling at all.

"Hatake Kakashi. Former ANBU known as Inu. Current holder of the dog contract." Sasuke stated, jarring him from his thoughts.

The information had startled him. While it wouldn't be too hard to figure out he was Inu, finding out he was the holder of the dog contract was no easy feat. To his growing horror, Naruto continued where Sasuke left off.

"You like your comrades and love Iruka-sama's curry. You don't like sweet things and traitors. You also have a hobby of being pathologically late, dattebayo!"

Kakashi could only gape.

"Not to mention your despicable habit of reading pork in public! You're so emotionally shriveled I wouldn't be surprised if you lived only for Iruka-sama's curry and the next porno."

Calmly, Kakashi began to question them.

"How do you know all that?" He asked.

Naruto stuck his tongue out, a malicious gleam hidden under his fox-like grin

"Iruka-sama complains about you, ttebayo."

Sasuke smirked sadistically, he seemed to be enjoying this situation.

"Hn, we steal files sometimes."

Green eyes flared with righteous anger as she raised her fist to the sky.

"YOU READ PORN IN PUBLIC, SHANNARO!"

For a moment Kakashi allowed the ridiculous of the situation to blow over him like the wind. Perhaps, just maybe, this team 7 would do better than all the rest.

Kakashi 1 – Demon Trio 3

Authors Notes/Questions

Is this better or worse than the other two chapters? I am horrible at judging whether or not my writing gets repetitive or lapses in the middle. Any constructive advice with be gladly taken. I will be doing some side chapters in the future which are meant to be both shorter and funnier than normal chapters. The first one I will be doing is call Kurama's Misadventures.

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