Hello guys lol. So, we broke 200 *fireworks*

Also left for a month. Sorry. But on the bright side, I did get obsessed with Miraculous Ladybug and Star Wars so i think my month was fairly productive. Lol.

Anyway you guys liked that so. This is slightlymoresympathetic! Hiro who aknowledges he was a jerk. Because beating up on him is not interesting.

And I was also trying to potray Machiko in a slightly different light-a little bit harsher, a little bit less forgiving.

Hiro couldn't really remember much about his childhood. It was a blur of exams and yells and falls. It melded together until Hiro really couldn't pick out specific moments.

But there was one thing he remembered.

He was, quite simply put, an asshole.

He uncomfortably recalled taunting and jeering, a bratty little jerk who lashed out and was a terrible person. Childish insults and obnoxious nicknames.

No wonder everybody hated him, he would have hated himself too.

A small part of his mind weakly tries to defend himself. He wasn't the only bully, he wanted to fit in, he wanted to be important, not just Hiro the no name with baggy clothes and no family, no friends, not just that boy who was nothing.

But the huge majority of his mind vehemently argued, because it didn't matter he was an orphan, he should never have treated anybody like that, because to be like that was an insult, both as a shinobi and as a person.

He wasn't a strong shinobi, he'd be the first to admit that. Even if he was in an average class, he'd be nestled in the lower middle. But his class had a boatload of prodigies, highly intelligent children who shone among the dullness of the other kids, kids who were rising stars. Most classes has one, two at the most, but no, Hiro's class had four. All were so talented Hiro could tell they'd be snapped up, trained by the most talented and given the most resources while the others would be left behind. So in petty jeleousy he lashed out, angry at these people for pushing him from the spotlight, of stealing the show. And that wasn't even counting the people who were not considred prodigies, but still boasted an incredible variety of skills. That Aburame boy, the Inuzkua girl.

Which was incredibly stupid, he realized now. Sure, they were all naturally gifted, but they studied and they trained and they didn't waste their time throwing temper tanturums.

When he had been placed on a team with Kushina and Mikoto, he was inwardly groaning. The girl he had unfairly tormented and one of her friends. This was going to be terrible.

The wait for the teacher Sakumo, although short, was one of the most akward silences Hiro ever had to endure.

He had fidgeted, fiddling with his arm band and avoiding the slight glares of Kushina and Mikoto, sternly reminding himself to not say anything because he knew if he said something everything would rush out and he'd annoy them.

Again.

"So, the White Fang is our teacher." Kushina said flatly when the silence was overwhelming.

Mikoto nodded regally, perched on a desk. "We are very lucky."
Hiro nodded mutely, feeling the small swell of jelously in his chest, although he pushed it down roughly. It didn't matter the teacher was obviously for Mikoto and Kushina more then him. He firmly reminded himself. He still got to be trained under the White Fang.

"What's up with you, dattebane?" Kushina's voice, loud but raised in confusion, and Hiro winced as he realized the question was directed at him.

"Nothing." He said quickly.

"Yeah, that's bull. You know, just because you don't like us-"

"It-It's not that I don't like you!"
"Oh, then what is it?"
Hiro mentally screamed.

"Um-I"

"What, you don't want to be a on a team with two girls, dattebane?" Kushina asked angrily, and Hiro could literally see her building up her fury. "Think I'm weak, and-"

"No! I don't think you're weak!" Hiro interupted, panic making him babble. "You both are really talented and impressive and I think both of you are really cool and I'm really sorry that I wasn't being polite and that I was a jerk as a kid because both of you are really talented and i'm the weak link hereimreallysorry." Hiro rushed out.

Silence. Hiro mentally kicked himself.

"You're not weak." Mikoto finally spoke up, expression curious.

Hiro sighed. "I-I don't think I'm really weak." But hastening to show no im not trying to be egotistical, he quickly added "But both of you graduated in top five. There are a lot of really smart people in this class."

Kushina rolled her eyes. "Stop pitying yourself, dattebane."

Hiro almost glared, but he remembered how he'd bully her, and how obviously she didn't pity herself, she rose to become one of the strongest in the class.

He folded in on himself, mutturing a quick apology.

"And don't beat yourself up, dattebane." Kushina said, and her voice was a little gentler. "You apologized and you get it's wrong. You still did it."

Hiro winced, but Kushina contined.

"But that doesn't mean we should still be angry. Truce?" Kushina offered her hand.

Hiro took it, relief filling him.

Sakumo was a great teacher. He was always ready with a kind word, but the steel in his eyes and the expectation in his words pushed Hiro to do better, to work harder.

It was Sakumo who gently nudged Hiro into being a medical nin, and Hiro was thankful for the various referals and favors Sakumo had called in to make it happen. He loved being a medic nin, he loved the chakra flow and how the person could just be fixed, the skin regrown and lacking any scar.

Tsunade herself had once complimented him, saying he could become a great medic nin.

Hiro hoped so. He could be different, he wasn't Hiro, the teammate of Kushina of Uzumaki and Mikoto of the Sharingan Sisters, he was Hiro, the young medic who worked under Tsubaki.

It was a good feeling.

Kushina and Mikoto had forgiven him, had accepted him. Minato, Shibi, and almost to Hiro's surprise, Machiko.

Hiro knew that Machiko had never really forgiven him. A small frown tugged on her mouth, and while she might make a few jokes with him, they rang with something a little sharp, a small bit of anger made her words a bit too harsh. Hiro was fine with that. He didn't want to ask her forgiveness, because she could decide. But honestly, Hiro hoped some day she'd really accept him as a friend, to joke with no bite or to talk with no tension.

After all, she seemed like a nice person.

*moonwalks out*

it's BAD, it's UNEDITED, but it's DONE.

Also Machiko is like, 16/17

lol did you like it? Read and review plz

(also that person who kept reviewing under different names "MinatoxMachiko." not very subtle, but I like the enthusiasm)

hmm next I think i was going to do Kakashi, then Obito, and then we get into THAT generation either that or Shikaku and then those bros