Hello! It's time for chapter two!

I haven't got much to say except for that I feel that this chapter is a bit rushed. Oh! And sorry for the lengthy descriptions. I just don't like it when I have no idea what the characters look like, so sorry if that bugs you.

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Chapter Two!

xXxThird Person POV: chez AcademyxXx

Akumu opened his eyes sleepily. He wasn't going to be called anytime soon for testing. That was the fate of lacking a last name...

Akumu had always assumed the nameless were called last because of the population's preference to the shinobi clans. Akumu didn't get his panties in a twist over the fact, but he still wanted to prove he could be just as powerful of a ninja as any from a clan.

Akumu tried to fall back asleep. Hey, you lunge at any chance at sleep you can get at when you live with an infant. Someone would probably wake him up.

He listened to the quiet if that's even possible. That Naomi girl had just been called. Akumu didn't know her personally, but he didn't like her that much anyway. She was a bully to say the least.

Although she had never hurt Akumu, he had seen the aftermath of one of her beatings: not pretty in the least. Akumu kept his distance. Apparently she was quite the hot head, and he wasn't the most graceful person in social situations.

Oh well, as long as Naomi didn't hurt him, Akumu was fine with the girl. Well, as okay he could be with someone he disliked...

xXx

Mizumaru looked at the chalkboard blankly. He would be called pretty soon. Naomi had just been called. She was kind of scary.

Mizumaru wasn't harassed by her too much, but he liked others better than her. Mizumaru gathered that Naomi felt the same way about him. Perhaps he was just too average or just not noteworthy enough...

Mizumaru thought a bit about it. He didn't dislike Naomi but at the same time didn't like her because she was mean and scary. He was simply a bit too scared to dislike her as funny as that sounds.

Mizumaru shook his head to rid of his malevolent thoughts. Just because someone is rude to you doesn't mean you must be mean to them, Mizu! He scolded himself.

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Naomi entered the testing room with what she hoped was a confident swagger in her step. It looked more like she was walking with heels on for the first time but whatever.

Iruka and a silver haired man seemed to be her testers. The silver haired man asked, "Asatsuyu Naomi?"

"That's me!" said Naomi with as much pep in her voice as she could muster. That was pretty much none. Naomi and pep are not synonyms. They're closer to antonyms, really.

"Alright, just make three clones to pass. Good luck," the silver haired man continued. Naomi was a bit disturbed that no one bothered to introduce her to the proctor, but one could just blame it on the author's laziness. (A/N: yeah...)

Naomi inhaled to clear her mind. The clone technique wasn't exactly her strong point. That was earth style jutsus. Naomi quickly made the hand seals and low and behold, five Naomis stood in the room. Well, four of them were clones, but you know, details.

Iruka paused for a long time, scribbling notes down. This unnerved Naomi to no end. Test anxiety, anyone? Iruka finally spoke, "Congratulations, Naomi, you have passed. Tomorrow you'll be put in a team."

Naomi took her forehead protector and took her leave with a bow, "Thank you, sensei."

Naomi stepped outside where only Shino and Choji were at the moment. She acknowledged their presence with a slight nod before taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air to stop her shaking. Naomi went over and collapsed on a bench to watch everyone else come out of the academy, forehead protectors proudly displayed on their -well- foreheads.

As far as Naomi could tell, everyone passed except for that Naruto. He sat on a swing and swayed a bit, sad aura radiating. His lack of skill was his own problem, however.

Kiba eventually came over, Akamaru frolicking behind him. "Hey, Naomi! So you passed?"

"Nah, I just stole a forehead protector," she replied.

"Me too!" he said. Akamaru yipped in agreement for lack of anything else to do. "So whose team do you want to be on?"

"Um," Naomi said. "Shikamaru's!"

They both burst out into laughter. Naomi didn't keep her dislike of the Nara a secret, but she didn't keep her dislike of anyone a secret, really. Kiba said, "Maybe they should put you on a team with Sakura, too."

Naomi suddenly stopped laughing, "Don't even joke about that." If Naomi disliked Shikamaru, hate didn't even come close the burning, passionate hatred she felt for Sakura. Naomi and her didn't have a rivalry or anything like that. Their relationship wasn't complicated nor did it have a long, romanticized back story. They simply hated each other's guts. Can't get any more simple than that, really...

Somehow, Naomi was quite friendly with Ino. Only the heavens can figure that one out.

Kiba rolled his eyes, "You're such an angry little girl sometimes."

Naomi rolled her eyes at his comment, "Well, I'm gonna go talk to Sasuke or something, you know, if he isn't being harassed."

"Suit yourself," Kiba shrugged. Kiba had a hard time keeping his dislike of people hidden, as well. Sasuke wasn't his favorite person to say the least.

Naomi took one look at Sasuke. Yep, he was being harassed all right. She rolled her eyes. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her. Naomi raised an eyebrow back. They were friends, but not incredibly talkative.

Well, that was that.

Naomi sighed and went back to Kiba. Kiba said, "Sometimes I almost feel bad for him."

Naomi rolled her eyes.

xXxShouki's POVxXx

I sighed. That's all I could muster. A group of shinobi was trailing me. I'd have to do something about them because I can't have them following me to Konoha, now can I?

Well, I could, but that wouldn't be in the spirit of things.

I simply stopped my travel, ready for a fight. About three minutes later, four grass ninja were on top of me. Nit literally, you gutterheads. Anyway, I was a genin team with it's sensei.

Shit, I thought, I completely forgot about getting that genin team tomorrow! I turned to face the pursuing ninja coolly, "What do you want?"

One of the genin said proudly, "You took a scroll from the Snow, and we were hired to get it back from you!"

I suppressed the urge to introduce my palm to my face even with extensive training in Pokerface no Jutsu. "Nice to know," I said simply.

The jonin sighed at his student's stupidity, "Just give us the scroll."

"Or else you'll sick you're genin on me?" I taunted.

"Don't underestimate us!" the dumb genin said. He had mud brown hair, pale skin, and dark eyes, obviously nothing special and often ignored.

"Make me," I said, bringing my thumbnail to my lips, ready to fight.

He lunged at me roaring, "I will!" I too easily evaded his attack, sending him crashing into a tree.

The jonin, a tall blonde, warned his student, "Daisuke, careful!"

Common name, common appearance, big mouth, I mused. priceless!

The blonde continued his warning, "That's Akabara Shouki! She will not hesitate to kill you!"

Daisuke rubbed his head, "Wait, I thought leaf-nin were suppose to be nice."

I shrugged, nipping my thumb slightly to start up my technique, "Generally speaking, yes, but I'm not most leaf-nin. Red Rose: Brush Tangle Technique."

My rose emit a soothing, flowery fragrance, catching Daisuke off guard as it was made to. His dark eyes widened as the shrubbery bound him.

I smirked internally; the good thing about the Akabara clan genjutsus is that they were understated and easily mistakable for ninjutsu. It was called strategy.

"Daisuke!" his teammate cried. "Mai, let's go!"

A ginger girl stepped beside her unbound teammate, eyes smoldering with determination. They both cried, "Combo: Desert Blast!"

What a stupid name, I thought, gathering water around me for defense. "Water: Storm Suspension Shield." Well, at least my jutsu had alliteration...

The genin gasped as their attack turned into steam about me. Mai said, "She –y-you're the first to ever get passed our jutsu, lady!"

"I feel honored," I said.

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Not really.

I sighed, sidestepping an attack from the blonde jonin.

"They're right, you're rather fast, but," his tone darkened. "putting a genin under a genjutsu is despicable. Especially for a leaf-nin."

I shrugged slightly, taking out two of my trusty kunai, close enough to my daggers without revealing any secrets about my style. "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not a bundle of sunshine. Even if Kusa and Konoha are allies, I won't go easy on you little brats." To prove my point, I made long gashes across both of his other genin's stomachs in the blink of an eye, Mai and that other one whose name I didn't quite catch. I harshly threw the two on the ground, grinding their head into the dirt with my feet. I growled, "If our nations weren't allied, the lot of you would be dead already. Consider this your warning: if I see you around here again, I will not hesitate to kill you."

I brought my thumbnail to my lips again and whispered, "Red Rose: Ash Escape Technique." With that, I was blown about a mile as ash, courtesy of genjutsu.

I was really touchy about the "friendly leaf-nin" stereotype. It pisses me off that all Konohaians/Konohaites/whatever they're called are all prissy and shit. They make it seem like I'm the bad guy because I fucking do my job!

Sorry, sorry, I get worked up over that...

Shit! Shit! Shit! I screamed internally. I was so off schedule! I was about to burst into the Hokage's office, but that would ruin my cool, collected image, wouldn't it? So I knocked on the door calmly, instead.

"Come in," said the Hokage. I entered calmly, scroll in hand. "Ah, Shouki, just in time!"

"Oh, I'm not late?" I said, slightly relieved.

"No, but Kakashi just got his team, so if you hurry along, your team will hopefully not get too worried. You can give me the scroll now and tell me of the mission tomorow."

"Yes, Hokage-sama," I handed him the scroll.

"Thank you," he handed me a sheet of paper. "This is your team and your instructions. Treat the genin well."

I nodded and took my leave. I strolled to the academy, just a bit away, and looked at the profiles of my team. Notes were scribbled all over the margins: beside Akumu's was something about genjutsu, beside Kohaku Mizumaru's was something about water style, and beside Asatsuyu Naomi's was a blurb about a strong female figure. Interesting...

I checked my appearance quickly in the bathroom mirror and fixed my hair before entering the classroom. I entered to see a bored Iruka, an annoyed looking girl, a sleeping boy, and another boy with eyes glazed over.

Iruka glanced at me and said a bit irritably, "How did you manage to be later than Kakashi?"

"Mission," I looked over my new team. I said loudly to get their attention. Somehow, none of them noticed me. "Hello there, kids! Let's go outside to talk so Iruka here can go home."

Naomi scowled, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself first?"

"Don't question my authority," I growled, using my height as an advantage. She shrunk a bit in her seat before getting up, grumbling something about not talking to strangers.

We took a trek across the schoolyard to a lovely garden, an Akabara masterpiece. The paper instructed me to have a little get to know you session.

I herded them to a wooden bench with a boulder in front of it. I situated myself on the boulder, patting it fondly. I finally got to scrutinized my team. I like to take a good look at people before I say anything. Yes, yes, I'm rather quirky.

The three sat in a row. Akumu sat on the end of the bench to my left. He was an interesting looking boy with his sickly pale skin and dark hair and eyes. His jet black, scraggy hair fell to about the middle of his neck and quite a few chunks fell in his face. His eyes were unblinking navy orbs, quite hypnotizing if you ask me. He wore a grey, pockety jacket that didn't quite fit his small frame. Under the jacket, he had a simple black shirt and navy ninja capris. Akumu wore his forehead protector around his neck in a rather feminine fashion. He was the sort of person you would overlook; he held himself hunched in a way that said he was bored with it all. Lovely.

The genin in who sat in the middle was Naomi. The first thing I noticed was her irked aura; posture showed how little she wanted to be here. Other than that, she had messy, thick navy hair with the slightest teal tint to it. It fell just past her chin and her bangs brushed her cheek bones, casting a slight shadow over her features. Naomi definitely wasn't a girly girl. I could see that just by looking at her, despite her more feminine wardrobe choice, for, surprisingly enough, she was wearing a skirt. She was garbed in an orange skirt that had a sundress-esque pattern. Other than that, she wore red sandals with similarly colored shin protectors that stopped just below the knee. Speaking of protectors, her forehead protector was dangling from her belt loop. What pride she has in her village... Besides for that she wore a simple white shirt with a brown blazer over it. Naomi didn't seem particularly comfortable in her clothing, however. It was obvious someone was forcing or pressuring her to be fashionable. She had big, angry, pink eyes. Pink? That was unusual, but I know a thing or two about odd coloration. I'm surprised I didn't notice her eyes earlier, seeing as she was glaring daggers at me. She had relatively tan skin, revealing the copious amount of time she spent outdoors. Charming.

So far I have a blasé, sickly little boy and an irritable, little miss perfect tomboy on my team. Delightful.

The boy perched on the bench to my right was Kohaku Mizumaru. He, too, was quite tan. However, the first thing that jumped out at me were his eyes, lowered submissively. They were almost more unusual than Naomi's, so many colors. The iris around the pupil was silver while the rest of the iris was icy blue, flecked with some lavender here and there. Oh yeah, I have good eyesight! He had short messy copper hair that stuck out at random angles. Mizumaru was the only one of the trio who wore his forehead protector in the classic fashion. It kept his hair from falling in his sparkly eyes. Mizumaru wore a grey-blue kimono-like jacket over a navy turtleneck and black ninja capris. He seemed very nice, and polite, almost timid. Adorable.

So my team consisted of the aforementioned blasé boy and hot-headed girl and finally the invisible nice guy. Delicious.

I looked them over for a couple of seconds more before finally saying something, "So."

Mizumaru looked up while Naomi raised an eyebrow. Akumu continued to stare at me blankly. "Welcome to the team."

They only blinked. "I suppose we should introduce ourselves to start off with."

"What do you want us to tell you, sensei?" said Mizumaru.

"Name. Likes. Dislikes. Dreams. Fighting style," I shrugged. "Basic stuff."

"Shouldn't you go first, what with you being our sensei and all?" said Naomi quite forcibly.

"Alright," I began. "Hi. My name is Akabara Shouki. I like flowers, reading, and visual arts. I dislike things that irk me. My dreams are private, and you'll get to see my fighting style eventually. Alright, it's your turn now."

"You just got more and more vague..." said Naomi. "Um, well, I'm Asatsuyu Naomi, and I like horses, but I really don't like parrots. Uh, my dream is to become a fabulous kunoichi, and I use earth element primarily."

"I never quite understood why the Asatsuyu clan had earth affinity," I mused aloud. "Anyway, next!"

"Um, my name is Kohaku Mizumaru. I like to swim. I don't like, erm, country music? Sure, I'll go with that. My dream is to be the best I can be and stuff. Oh! My fighting style is primarily based on the Kohaku clan's water affinity."

"Your name suits you," I said.

Mizumaru smiled sheepishly, "I get that a lot."

"Hn," I flickered my gaze to Akumu. "Your turn."

Akumu continued looking at me, "It's Akumu. I like sleeping. I dislike talking. I've never thought about my dreams. I use genjutsu."

"Interesting," I said for lack of anything else to say. "Well, now that we've gotten to know each other, it's time to go. Just meet me here tomorrow morning at five thirty," it was suppose to be at five, but I had a mission to recover from... "And if I were you, I would avoid eating breakfast."

"Five?" said Mizumaru.

"A.M.?" said Akumu.

"Without breakfast?" said Naomi.

"Exactly," I started getting up. "Adieu." With that, I left a baffled bunch of genin in my wake. Hey, I had a mission to recover from.

Well, there you have it. I hope you're all getting the vibes from each character. Yay. Um, that's about it. I don't know how I feel about this chapter, but whatever.

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