Okay, so here's the next chapter of WWTN? I've lost my enthusiasm for this story, and will update every day with the few chapters I've finished.

I own neither Naruto nor Watchmen.

"…What if I cut off a finger, then mutilated it while the subject watched, huh?" Michiyo suggests, arms folded behind her head as she walks down the street towards the heart of Sizzle District. Walter shakes his head, walking at her side.

The three Genin are all splattered with paint. Today's mission had been to repaint a merchant's house located in Ember District. The only complication was that it was up to them what color to paint the house – the client didn't care. It had taken all of the three other members of Team Four to convince Michiyo that Pepso Bismol pink was not an appropriate color for a house, nor was electric blue, black, or magenta (though Reika-sensei looked tempted on that one). In the end, a creamy pale yellow was chosen for their mission. They'd found that Reika-sensei was very skilled with a brush. The merchant was pleased with the result – buttery yellow walls and crisp white trim contrasted nicely with the red tiled roof – so pleased he paid them a bonus.

"No. Drugs to prevent shock, then snap fingers, joint by joint. One hand, ten chances to confess."

"Quiet, both of you. It is almost lunch and I would like to have an appetite on a day when I am not paying for lunch." Hiko moans behind them.

"Pansy," Michiyo sneers good-naturedly. Walter just sighs at their antics.

Four weeks into their Genin careers, Team Four has settled into a comfortable routine. Up early, stamina training, sparring, mission, lunch. Reika-sensei would eat with them every other day. The three Genin took turns deciding where to eat – whoever chose on that day paid for the entire team's lunch. Then, study time while they digested, followed by intense training with their teacher, whether it be in jutsu, chakra control, teamwork, martial forms, protocol or an education in the different ninja fields – taught complete with the nastier parts the Academy teachers had glossed over. Oh yes, and 'field trips', as Reika-sensei called them – she believed in learning through hands-on experience – they'd already visited the hospital, the Decryption department, and the Administration department. Finally, a second round of sparring, and then Team Four ended the day with a cool down program of laps around the village, the number of which increased on a regular basis.

Today was just the three of them – Reika-sensei was off on a lunchtime date with her boyfriend – the older guy with the shaggy white hair and tattoos. Jiraiya or Jiro or something.

"Shut up, Hiko." Michiyo says reflexively as the poofter grumbles again. "Walter, Walter, Walter. What is it with you and breaking fingers? Though - the anti-shock drugs are a nice touch, Red. I still think adding in a little sex would fuck up the subject nicely, on a long-term interrogation basis."

"Vulgar and indecent!" The short redhead snaps.

"Seconded!" Hiko groans in relief.

"God, stuck with a prude and a wimp." She sighs.

"Location for today?" Walter queries.

"Curry!" Michiyo grins, and the boys pale. Their last experience at the curry stand had been… unpleasant. Michiyo did not actually like curry, per se, but she could handle the intensely hot flavors of everything served at Keiko's Curry Stand, whereas the boys could not. Walter had tried a spoonful, and gone so red that for several minutes his freckles disappeared. Michiyo had laughed herself sick. Seconds later, Hiko had announced his imminent and ignoble death by curry, tears rolling down his face from the heat, and she'd fallen off her stool, cackling in the dust of the street.

The Hyuuga and the redhead look at each other, nod, and turn to Michiyo.

"Vetoed!" They chorus. She droops.

"Way to suck, guys. Fine. Let's go to Yuzu's. That bland enough for you pansies?"

Yuzu's serves sandwiches, burgers, and soup, but also boasts a fantastic salad bar and formidable ice cream floats.

"More than acceptable." Walter says, looking pleased. He has quite the sweet tooth. Sugar is one of the few things that made him smile, even slightly, so his teammates try to cater to that when they chose the lunch location.

"I am fine with that." Hiko allows.

"Yeah, let's go." She spins on the spot, and stops. The boys stop walking when they realize she isn't there. "Well?" She demands, several yards behind, holding her arms out from her body, "Aren't you boys going to escort me to Yuzu's?" Hiko and Walter sigh, then walk back to their teammate. The three link arms, and, pushing through the lunchtime crowd of Sizzle District, march to Yuzu's.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A soft voice purrs from the alley behind Yuzu's.

Lunch finished and bellies full, Team Four turn to face the voice that came from the alley.

Short but slender, blue mesh and silver dress, and long fiery red hair. Kara DeWitt, top graduate of their class. Her rich green eyes survey them with distaste.

"The Hyuuga faggot. The sloppy Bride. And…" Her mouth twists in disgust at the sight of Walter, "The ugly whoreson."

"Up yours, you vindictive witch." Michiyo says, pissed.

"Oh come now, Kara." A light male voice says, and Ken Riki appears from the same alley Kara had come from. The handsome blonde boy grins, grey eyes fixated on Michiyo. "I hardly think Miss Kagami is sloppy. She has a unique quality all her own."

"Ken!" Kara gasps, and turns to him, eyes worshipful.

"Hello, Ken…" Hiko says, fluttering, a flush rising to his cheeks.

"Oh gawd, not you too…" Michiyo groans at her pink-faced teammate. Ken Riki had scored exactly average in their graduating class, but all the girls in their class adored him, for his good looks and easy charm.

"Hyuuga." Ken acknowledges coolly, and Hiko slumps.

"Where's Klika - not that I want her here - Ken?" Kara asks, and Ken frowns.

"Miss Kadiri? She's finishing up with Bill-sensei. They should be here any minute." Again Ken turns to Michiyo, eyes intent. "Hey, Michiyo. I see you've already eaten lunch, but why don't we go on a lunch date tomorrow, just you and me."

"Ken!" Kara exclaims. Michiyo gapes at the boy idol, shrinking back against Walter.

"Uh. No. I don't think so."

"Why? Your genes and grace, my skills and looks – we're a match made in heaven!" He reaches up and leans against the wall, posing. "I've been watching you for a while now, and I wouldn't mind making you my girlfriend." Next to him, Walter can feel his teammate bristle, slowly. "You must be lonely – with those losers on your team, a poofter and a freakshow – but don't worry, I'll make you feel better fast. So what do you say, go out with me?"

"After I'm done retching, sure!" She snarls, hand shaking as she points it at the popular boy. Her other hand grabs Walter's in search of support. "You come here and insult my friends, and expect me to like you? You may not need a nose job right now, but you will after I'm done with you, Asshole, so piss off!" Ken's face darkens.

"Hey freakshow – yeah you." He growls at Walter, "What are you doing, holding my girl's hand? Think she likes you? Nobody likes you, never have."

"Fuck off! You -"

"Michiyo." Walter says quietly, and she stops her line of profanity. "Cease vulgarity – can handle this fine." They drop hands self-consciously. Dreamily, he steps in front of her and the dismissed Hiko, towards Ken.

"Get away from Ken, you ugly bastard!" Kara shrieks.

"Don't – don't come near me, whoreson." Ken says uneasily as Walter takes another step, suddenly remembering Jiro Haneko's broken nose and all those fights Walter won in the Academy. "I don't want to catch any diseases from you." His fist swings at the redhead in an attempt to ward the shorter boy away

.

Walter catches it. Easy. He almost smiles, and opens the hand, holding tight. He selects a finger.

"Clearly mistaken, or under a spell. Genjutsu best broken through pain. Glad to assist."

SNAP!

Ken screams, and cradles his hand to his chest when Walter releases it.

"You're crazy!" He shouts tearfully, "What'd you do that for, you-"

"'Scuse me." A man says quietly, and all five Genin stop in their tracks.

"Bill-sensei!" Ken and Kara shout in relief. A tall, square-jawed brunette man, dressed in the standard Jounin uniform raises an eyebrow at the scene before him.

"Now, now, kids. I thought I told you to stay out of fights." He says with an easy smile, a smile that is winning for all that it is concerned. A small girl with mousy brown hair follows him, joining Kara and Ken, shyly smiling at the popular boy who does not notice her. She must be Klika Kadiri, the graduating class's dead last, Walter recalls.

"But they-" Kara protests.

"-Yes, I'm sure. But I know you guys, see, and one of you's always starting fights. There's a lesson to be learned here – don't start fights you can't finish, let alone win."

"Never reckoned you for a teacher, Bill. Not after all that trouble in the Academy, Mr. Do-it-for-a-Dollar Bill." Reika-sensei says, sidling into view around the taller man. She's easily dwarfed by him. A skinny, shy-looking man, also in typical Jounin gear appears behind her.

"Byron," Bill says with a smile, and he receives a shaky smile from the other man, who stops at Bill's side.

"Bill." The other man says. They sort of lean against each other, the backs of their hands brushing, fingers briefly entwined.

"Well, I see you guys have met Team One, led by Bill Brady. He and Byron Lewis are my old teammates from – golly – years ago." Reika-sensei says with a smile.

"Well, we'd better split." Bill says to Reika, frowning. "We still haven't done our mission for today, and Ken will need to visit the hospital now. Try to control that redhead of yours a little more, though, please."

"Walter is a ninja all his own, Bill." She sighs, "I'll talk to him, and see he learns. But Mr. Riki here needs to control his tongue as well."

"Swell. Story of my life, Reika-chan, story of my life." Bill sighs, and then he's frog-marching his team off towards Flare District, where the Konoha Hospital is located.

Byron stammers a farewell, heading towards the heart of Sizzle District, searching for his own team – Team Two.

Reika-sensei puts her hands on her shapely hips and just looks at Team Four, head tilted.

"I see you've met some of your fellow Genin. And broken Mr. Ken Riki's finger. Broken bones are not acceptable behavior towards allies, and you will be severely punished for it if you do it again. Do you understand?" She says sharply.

"Yes."

"Care to tell me why you did it?"

"Harassment." Walter supplies. Michiyo snorts.

"Collectively? They called my boys here a faggot, whoreson, and a freakshow, sensei."

"Riki swung the first blow." Walter adds gruffly.

"Ken didn't do anything wrong." Hiko protests, scowling.

"Pht! Fangirl." Michiyo spits, hazel eyes flashing. "Your crush just insulted you to your face, and you support him?"

Hiko says nothing, turning his face away. Walter looks on in disapproval.

"This is something you guys will need to sort out on your own, team-wise." Reika-sensei says quietly. "It's just a part of growing up."

"Sucks." Michiyo mutters. Their teacher simply shrugs.

"Well, now that you've eaten, it's study time. I've got new books for you guys." Reika-sensei smiles as the three perk up immediately. She knows she's spoken the magic words, at least for these kids. "Hiko – I have two basic guides to beginner's sealing, picked up some medic-nin flyers too, from the hospital. Michiyo – a guide to intermediate genjutsu and a basic interrogation pamphlet. Walter – strategy, encryption, and history. Let's head for the Sakura Park in Ash District. I need a change from Training Ground 16."

Nodding in unison, Team Four takes to the rooftops.

That's it for today.