A/N: sorry for how long it took me to update, but real life got in the way. this chapter was going to be longer, but since i was taking so long to update i figured i'd split it in two and give u guys one now. Thank you SOOO much to everyone who reviewed and/or commented! You guys are the best!


Teachers

The twelve teens tore through the empty halls of the school with reckless abandon. Their eyes ignoring the constant blur of identical lockers, broken at regular intervals by indistinguishable classrooms, as they raced toward their destination. The eerie silence of a place usually loud, broken by their shouts and calls. If one were to describe the carefree wildness of youth, there could be no better example than this. Bright smiles adorning even the gloomiest faces as childish immaturity momentarily casts aside harsh realities. These are the memories to grasp with one's entire mind.

As they neared the auditorium the twelve increased their speed until all were in full out sprints, bursting through the auditorium doors in such a jumbled heap it was impossible to distinguish who entered first and who had been last. The constant roar that consisted of hundreds of conversations calmed the spirits of the Shinobi gang; they had made it on time. A dozen pair of eyes searched the arena style seats of the large room hoping to find an empty row. Conveniently there was one. Inconveniently, at least for our young heroes, it was the front row. Eleven faces subconsciously turned to Naruto, the boy in question oblivious to their inquiring faces. He realized that those particular students marching in late and taking seats for all to see would cause a large amount of attention to be drawn. But what did he care? Hell, it's a new school year, an arrogant entrance like this would remind the student body that the Shinobi were still around, and still proud of their actions. His mind set Naruto put a self confident smirk on his face and took a bold step forward, the rest of the gang doing likewise.

The lively gathering fell silent in a matter of minutes, faces filled with fear, wonder, anger, and annoyance followed the congregation of twelve as they casually strolled down the center aisle and took seats in the front row. Whispers could be heard from all around.

"Arrogant pricks…"

"Who are they?"

"You don't know them?! They're the Shinobi gang!"

"Are they famous?"

"Damn, freshman! Are you a complete idiot? Their just some jackasses who have delusions of grandeur."

"Not true! I heard they robbed a convenience store and stabbed the manager! They're the real deal!"

"They sound dangerous…"

"Pft…"

An man walked to the center of the stage, gray suit adorning a body built to last, shoulders back and head held high, a proud individual if there ever was one. His shoes had recently been shined and his suite had clear creases where it had been folded. There was a sense of power and dignity in each stride he took and a slightly youthful spring in his step; only his decreasing amount of white hair on his head and the matching white beard along with his elderly face betrayed his age. He approached the microphone, took it in hand and cleared his throat. He smiled warmly at the students, his students, and briefly reflected on some memories of years since passed. Than the principal of Leaf High School, Mr. Sarutobi, began his 'Welcome back' speech.

"Boys and girls. No, I suppose that is no longer appropriate. Young men and women of Leaf High, I welcome you back to what is sure to be another great year. As I look into the crowd I can see many familiar faces along with some new ones. As I gaze upon each and every one of you I can see the future as if it were laid out before me. What a bright future it is! Full of hope and success. Grasp ahold of your fates now for they are the fate of the world. Strive towards your dreams and nothing is beyond your reach. With hard work and determination each of you can obtain a lifestyle that some could only dream of. Seize them time stretched out before you and take command of the reins of history. My one whish is to help you along your journeys and to see you smiling once you've reached destination. To the end the staff and myself are here to help you. Never hesitate before coming to any of us for help."

"That being said, we have a few new additions to the faculty this year. The new Geometry teacher happens to be my son, Mr. Sarutobi." Principal Sarutobi said motioning to the right of the stage. A man in his late twenties walked on stage. He had on dress pants and a tie, but those were the only things professional about him. His shoes were beat up white sneakers, his shirt a white T that had seen better days. His dark hair had the look of an attempted slicked-back style that had been given up and surrender to spikes, long sideburns connected his hairline to a short, pointed beard effectively outlining his face. A lit cigarette sat lazily at the edge of his mouth as he casually walked towards center stage, hands in his pockets. He grabbed the microphone from his father once he reached center stage.

"Hey, don't confuse me with this old geezer. Call me Asuma." The man said with a wave.

The Shinobi gang, along with everyone else in the room was staring in shock. Ino leaned over to Shikamaru and whispered "Is he for real?! Coming to work dressed like THAT?!" Shikamaru shook his head in disbelief staring at the new teacher.

"Man, a teacher who smokes on school property? What a drag…" He sighed in his usual exhausted voice. Next to him Choji chuckled.

"Heheh, Shikamaru thinks taking a drag on school grounds is a drag. That's kinda funny. Isn't kinda' hard to imagine that 'Asuma' guy as the principals son though? They seem nothing alike." Choji whispered to the other two. On stage Asuma had returned the microphone to his father and taken a relaxed stance to the older man's right on the stage, his hands back in his pockets.

"HA HA! Quite the kidder, my son. Now then, the new Tenth Grade English teacher will be Mr. Hatake." Again he turned moving his arm in a sweeping motion to the right of the stage. A man in his mid-twenties strode onstage. He wore black suit pants over old dress shoes and a freshly dry-cleaned white button-down shirt. His hair was a white-grey color that did not fit his age and it stuck out strangely to the side. His face was……covered by a small book he held with one hand not two inches from his nose; only his eyes were visible. Well, at least one eye was. The left eye was covered buy a stray puff of spikes from his unruly hair. His right eye, however, gazed lazily at the book as he walked towards the two Mr. Sarutobis and upon reaching them and taking the microphone from the elder, it remained glued to the page.

"Mr. Hatake makes me feel old. I'm just Kakashi." He said into the microphone through the book in a lazy tone that rivaled Shikamaru's. "I look forward to teaching here and…." He trailed off and gazed over the book into the crowd, his one visible eye scanning the hundreds of students and pausing momentarily on a certain blonde haired boy in the front row. "…I guess that's it." He finished and handed the microphone back to the principal of the high school, then stood next to Asuma on the stage.

"Hey, do you think he's hiding his face on purpose? Why do you think would he do that?" Sakura whispered into Sasuke's ear. He just shrugged and looked the two poor excuses for teachers that were before the whole school. 'these guys don't look like normal schoolteachers. Is the school in financial trouble? Hmmmm I wonder. The Hyugas would know if it was. I'll ask them after the assembly' He pondered silently. He noticed someone tugging on his arm and turned, slightly annoyed, toward the energetic boy on his right.

"What?" he hissed quietly, the other boy seemed unfazed.

"Oi! Oi! Did ya notice? When he was looking around the auditorium, he paused and stared directly at me! What do you make of that?" Naruto asked in a slightly worried tone.

"Don't get conceded. You're just paranoid because whatever you did this morning that got you covered in paint." Sasuke replied smugly. Naruto looked indignant, he crossed his arms and huffed as he returned to facing the stage.

"Our new Biology teacher will be Ms. Yuhi." The elderly man again made the same motion toward the same side of the stage. This time a woman who appeared around 27 or 28 come into view. She wore a dark maroon business jacket with a matching knee-length skirt and high-heels on her feet. She had medium length black hair and for the most part (to the teenagers' relief) seemed normal. That is until she reached the middle of the stage and, with microphone in hand, opened her red eyes to glance at the students.

"Please refer to me as Kurenai. I'm looking forward to what is sure to be a good year." She said with an encouraging smile and then joined the two other new teachers after returning the microphone to Mr. Sarutobi. Kiba started nudging Shino's arm and then whispered "Dude! That chick had red eyes! Did you see that shit man? Freaky." He shuddered.

"Her eyes kinda' scare me…" Hinata admitted under her breathe. Both Shino and Kiba heard her, and Kiba proceeded to cross his arms, lean back in his chair and nod in a sagely way.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. They are pretty freaky. I bet she's weirder than those other new teachers." He replied.

"You shouldn't judge someone from the way their eyes appear." Shino stated while fixing his sunglasses with one finger. Kiba started waving his arms in front of him and said "Ah! No! Wait! Sorry man, didn't mean to offend you." Kiba sputtered. Shino made a 'Hm' noise in recognition of they apology and said nothing else.

"Thank you Kurenai. And now our last addition is the new gym teacher, Mr. Ga-"

"YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!" before the principal could finish a man who looked around 26 came running onstage with his fists in the air over his head. He was wearing an entirely green business suit and had a terrible bowl-cut that was second in repulsiveness only to the extremely thick eyebrows that ruled supreme over his eyes. He ran a complete lap around the stage while pumping his arm in the air and repeatedly chanting "Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" He came to a stop at the center of the stage and took the microphone that was handed to him.

"Hey, kids! How ya doin'? My you're all looking healthy and youthful today! You guys can call me Gai from now on, I'll be your new gym teacher. There'll be no slacking during my class that's for sure!" And with that the overly energetic man struck a pose giving the student body a thumbs up and a huge smile. He gave the microphone back to Sarutobi and joined his fellow teachers next to the man. Lee had his fist clenched and was staring up starry-eyed and the new gym teacher.

"Is it possible for such a cool man to actually be a teacher? Such an amazing pose too. I seriously cannot wait for gym class!" Lee said excitedly. Ten-Ten just looked at Lee, unwilling to believe her ears.

"Are you serious?! The guy's a total freak! I mean, just look at him!" She practically shouted at Lee, motioning toward the offending person onstage. Lee looked shocked.

"What are you talking about? That man is so cool! Right Neji?" both people looked over at Neji who was just glaring at the stage, his eye twitching a little.

"That man is seriously a teacher? No, this must be a joke. He's a total freak. Honestly, where the hell did he buy a green suit from?" Neji said, more to himself than anyone else. The principal cleared his throat and readdressed the students.

"Yes, well, this concludes our beginning of the year assembly. You all received your schedules in the mail. Please report to your first class in the next ten minutes. You are dismissed. And good luck for the new year!"

A/N: i know this is too short to have been worth that wait and i apologize. i'll try to update more often!