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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 11:26 am
Here is the link to my fanfiction on FF.net. It is pretty good, I hope. My reviewers say so, anyway... It's about when Shikamaru and Naruto receive their genin squads, and have to train them. Not sure where the title came from, except for the fact that this assignment, although time consuming, would one day prove rewarding? I know, crappy title... Please, give me some constructive criticism. None of the reviewers say anything useful. Here is the link. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3356247/1/
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 10:14 am
Waaah...my fanfic is the only one with no replies! Well, now it has one...but it's from me, so that doesn't count!
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 12:08 pm
I have decided to post the chapters, sans author's comment at beginning at end, on this forum. That way, people who read this won't have to follow the link.
Chapter One
Warning! Eventually, this story will probably contain spoilers for the manga, somewhere after the three years later stuff begins. Will also eventually have character deaths.
Iruka-sensei’s voice rang out through the stiflingly hot classroom. Although the chuunin had grown slightly older in the thirteen years since Uzumaki Naruto had graduated from his class, he wasn’t old enough by a long shot to retire from teaching. However, just like old times, despite the fact that Iruka’s voice was loud and clear as he discussed the Rookie Nine, very few students were actually listening.
Raizen Hikaru was not one of those few. The merchant’s son could name ten things off of the top of his head that would be more fun to do on a hot summer day like this, and none of them involved learning about the feats of the legendary Rookie Nine. Hikaru had long since chewed his pencil to a stub, and was now occupying himself by attempting to straighten his unruly brown hair without attracting Iruka’s attention. He sighed to himself, knowing that as soon as the current lesson was over, they would be forced to hear about the Konoha Eleven. Was he the only one who thought the two were basically the same thing?
Unfortunately for Hikaru, his inward sigh had manifested externally as well. Iruka, an old hand at recognizing which students were beginning to doze, pounced on the bored boy.
“Hikaru-san, perhaps you can tell us the role Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Nara Shikamaru, Aburame Shino, and Uchiha Sasuke during their first Chuunin Exam?” Iruka’s question snapped Hikaru out of his boredom. However, even though the boy was glad to have something relatively interesting to do, he still didn’t appreciate being forced to answer in front of the class.
“Sure, Iruka-sensei,” said Hikaru, barely concealing a yawn. “After the sand village launched their attack, Naruto the Whirlwind, Nara Shikamaru, and Haruno Sakura went off in pursuit of Sasuke the Betrayer, who was chasing Gaara of the Desert. Shikamaru stayed behind to fight off some Sound-nin. Then Aburame Shino fought Kankuro to pretty much a draw.” Iruka sighed as he saw hands go up.
“Sorry class, we’re not going into a debate right now over who won the fight,” said the chuunin exasperatedly. He saw the hand of Aburame Haruka go reluctantly down, and let out a smile. He knew that the normally quiet girl had been itching to defend her older brother, but he also knew that the ensuing discussion could go on for hours.
“Please continue, Hikaru,” said Iruka.
The boy nodded.
“The Betrayer caught up with Gaara of the Desert, and they started fighting. Soon the Whirlwind and Sakura caught up and joined the fight. Sakura and the Betrayer were defeated, and the Whirlwind beat Gaara alone.” Hikaru let out a loud yawn, making no attempt to conceal it this time.
Honestly, thought the boy, is there anyone who doesn’t know about the Rookie Nine? Hikaru, although still annoyed from having to make such a, from his view, pointless speech, couldn’t help but take some pleasure from the look on Iruka’s face when the chuunin realized that he would not be able to rebuke his pupil for not paying attention. After a short glare, Iruka went back to the lesson.
The chuunin continued to explain how Sasuke had left the village to join Orochimaru, the legendary Sannin. He also gave a brief overview of the final battle between Orochimaru and the Konoha Eleven, led by the famous Uzumaki Naruto. He told of the sacrifice of Sai’s life, and the near fatal injuries of Inuzuka Kiba and Yamanaka Ino. Finally paying attention, Hikaru could not understand how Iruka could possibly make such an intense, exciting battle sound so incredibly boring.
“And then,” said Iruka, “Naruto came upon Orochimaru attempting to perform the immortality jutsu, and take Sasuke’s body. I’m sure you have all heard the story of how he interrupted the process, and killed Orochimaru. To this day, the trauma of the failure of the technique has left Sasuke in a coma. He is in a maximum security hospital even as we speak.”
Iruka saw a hand up in the front row. He recognized the raven-haired, pale-eyes girl as Hyuuga Hanako. Fondly remembering how her older sister Hinata had almost never been bold enough to ask questions in class, the chuunin called her name.
“I was wondering, Iruka-sensei,” said the short, thin youth, “How did the Whirlwind feel? He had been chasing after the Betrayer that whole time, only to land him in a coma. Did he feel sad, or guilty at all?”
Iruka’s smile faltered. He remembered all to well the depression that had taken over the young Uzumaki’s life after that fateful battle. The long, sleepless nights spent in the hospital by the Uchiha’s bed. The sorrow that had only been overcome by the realization that a certain Hyuuga girl’s feelings for him went beyond mere friendship. However, before Iruka could find a way to put those long weeks into words, another voice rudely interrupted his own.
Come on, Hanako-chan!” It was the voice of Kotami Kiyo, a tall, wiry boy with brown hair. “How would Iruka-sensei know that? You make it sound like he’s best friends with the Whirlwind!” The class had a good laugh at that. The idea of their sensei being affiliated with one of the Hidden Leaf Village’s most famous and powerful shinobi was funny to almost all of them.
After the general laughter had died down, Haruka let out a laugh that could easily be distinguished from the mirth around her. She was clearly laughing at, and not with, someone.
“Kiyo-kun, you baka,” said the normally silent Aburame girl. “Don’t you know anything?” Kiyo looked bashful. He could tell by Haruka’s tone that he had said something stupid. “Don’t you know that Iruka-sensei taught all of the Rookie Nine?”
Iruka took a moment to admire the flabbergasted look on Kiyo’s face before responding.
“That’s true, Haruka-san, I did. However, before you call others bakas, you should remember that not everyone has a sibling in the Rookie Nine to remind them of these things.”
Hanako perked at hearing this.
But I do too, Iruka-sensei!” The Hyuuga girl pouted at being semi-ignored. “Hinata-nee chan is one of the Rookie Nine! I have a sibling in the Nine just like Haruka-chan!” Haruka retreated into her coat which, although not as voluminous as Shino’s, served adequately to cover her ears, and block out some of the noise that the annoying Hyuuga was making. For the umpteenth time, she wished that Hanako was as quiet and shy as Shino told her Hinata had been.
Iruka could see the telltale signs that Haruka was getting annoyed, and knew that the class needed to focus on their subject matter.
“All right, everyone,” said the teacher. “Settle down. As you all should know, your examinations are tomorrow. Some of you will become genin, and be assigned to a squad. If you want to pass, you had better pay attention.”
Of course, there were no history questions in the final exam, but Iruka saw no need to mention that to his now attentive class.
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A/N: OoOo section break inspired by one of Lifethane’s stories. Lacking Sight or War of the Eyes, can’t remember which. Both are awesome.
The Fifth Hokage’s office was filled with the sounds of sneezing. Most affected were Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, and Shino, but everyone let out at least one sneeze. After the fit was over, the assembled Rookie Nine(A/N: I realize that there are only eight, but I like the sound of ‘Rookie Nine’ better than ‘Rookie Eight’) looked at each other. Shino, after he attempted to regain his composure, was the first to speak.
“Odd…” said the bug-user, while straightening his glasses. “There must be a large amount of dust in here…”
“No way, Shino,” said Naruto loudly. “Somebody’s probably talking about us.” Naruto was met by annoyed glances from Shino and Shikamaru. Kiba laughed loudly.
“You baka, you don’t believe that superstition, do you?” Kiba gave a feral grin as he ran his hand through his messy hair. Naruto glared at him.
“I’m a baka? What are you talking about, dog-breath…”
“What did you call me, frog-boy…”
Shikamaru sighed. All of this trouble over something as stupid as a sneezing fit, thought the lazy shinobi. He tried as best as he could to tune out the argument between Kiba and Naruto, and tried focus on the clouds outside. His concentration was broken, however, by the crunching of Choji’s potato chips.
Shikamaru bit back a grimace. His friend’s crunching irritated him, but Shikamaru knew he was eating because of the stress. He couldn’t blame Choji, either. Shikamaru knew that he definitely didn’t want to be one of the “winners” of Tsunades little lottery.
Suddenly, a loud voice cut through the chattering that filled the room.
“Is this any way for the infamous Rookie Nine to behave?” Shino snapped to attention, but not all of the others were as proper. Namely, Naruto.
“Old Lady Tsunade, I don’t think we’re infamous,” said the blond-haired young man. “Isn’t just plain old ‘famous’ a better word?” Tsunade scoffed.
“Whatever…” The Fifth Hokage strode towards them. “I have selected two of you. It was completely random, so my likes…” Tsunade glanced towards Sakura, “And dislikes…” She looked at Naruto pointedly, long enough that even he got the point, “Had nothing to do with the decision.”
Everyone in the room became silent. They all prayed for the names that followed to belong to someone other than them. Tsunade smirked, taking her time carefully, to prolong their suffering.
“Nara Shikamaru, and Uzumaki Naruto.”
Shikamaru sighed deeply.
“Troublesome…” Shikamaru wasn’t willing to go to the trouble of vocalizing all of his feelings, by his thoughts were racing. He knew, though, that there would be no way to escape this duty.
Naruto, however, felt no such compunctions.
“No way, Old Lady Tsunade,” said the loudmouth. “I need to train more with Ero-Sannin! Some of the Atatsuki are still out there!” Tsunade silenced him with a wave of her hand.
“Too bad, Naruto. You and Shikamaru, starting tomorrow, are going to finally live up to your responsibilities as Jonin of Konoha. Tomorrow, you each will receive a genin squad!”
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 12:08 pm
Chapter Two
Kotame Kiyo sat with his back against the tree for at least an hour. The hot summer sun beat down on him, but he paid no attention to anything but the object in his hand. His headband.
I’m a ninja, thought the boy. A shinobi of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Kiyo became aware of the fact that his hand was shaking. He looked down at his wavering image, reflected in the polished metal of his headband.
He saw a boy of average height and build. He had blue eyes, and light brown, neat hair. He let out a sad smile, knowing that his parents probably wouldn’t even recognize him if they saw him today.
Suddenly, he remembered the source of the shaking. The flames, the burning… He shook his head. He did not intend to let memories ruin this day, but he intended to remember. To remember the reason he became a ninja.
What happened to my family will never happen to anyone under my protection, Kiyo promised to himself, as he had countless times since that fateful day.
The youth’s recollections were cut short by the sound of Iruka’s voice ringing across the schoolyard.
“Genin, come here to receive your squad assignments,” boomed the chuunin. Kiyo jumped up. He was ready to find out the names of the two genin, and the jonin instructor that he would be with for the next several years.
I only hope, thought Kiyo, that I don’t get paired with some baka…
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Naruto rested his forehead on the counter at Ichiraku Ramen. He let out a sigh, and finally turned to speak to his companion.
“How are you going to do it, Shikamaru-kun?” The lazy shinobi looked at him for a moment, and then sighed.
“I suppose I’ll start from Asuma-sensei’s approach,” he said. “Of course, what worked for me, Ino, and Choji might not work for the genin I receive, but I’m sure that I will be able to make my own judgments based on their personalities.” Naruto let out a groan.
“I knew it!” The orange-jumpsuited man once again collapsed his face into his arms. “You’re smart enough to do this! You can just figure out what they need, and then do it!” Naruto let his arms fall to his sides, and stared dejectedly at the ground. “I am going to do terribly.”
Shikamaru looked up at Naruto. This wasn’t the hyperactive guy he had known for most of his life. He detected a sadness in Naruto that hadn’t been present before Sasuke’s coma. Already the young man’s mind was thinking of the possibilites.
With a slight smirk, Shikamaru pushed away his ramen bowl.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said, not even bothering to look at Naruto. “My team is going to crush yours. Won’t even be interesting.”
Naruto stared at Shikamaru, an incredulous look on his face.
“What?”
“You heard me,” said Shikamaru, still smirking. “I got promoted to chuunin and jonin before you, and I’m a better squad leader. I guess I’m just better than you at this.”
Naruto began visibly smoldering at Shikamaru’s remarks.
“That’s it, Shikamaru,” he said angrily, “My team is going to crush yours. I don’t care if I have to use every trick in the book, or even use Ero-Sannin’s teaching methods! We are going to WIN!”
Shikamaru leaned towards Naruto, and let out a conspiratorial whisper.
“You might want to get going, then,” he said with a grin on his face. “The genin receive their assignment in four minutes.”
Naruto looked at the clock. He froze for a moment or two. Shikamaru calmly stuck his fingers in his ears, knowing what was coming.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Naruto began yelling, and scampering around in a panic. “I’ve got to get going! Thanks for the ramen, old man! Crush you later, Shikamaru-kun!” Shikamaru kept a smirk on his face as Naruto ran off into the distance. As soon as he was out of sight, however, a more sober look took the grin’s place.
That seemed to work, for now, thought Shikamaru as he drummed his fingers on the countertop absentmindedly. I knew that Naruto couldn’t resist a competition. However, Shikamaru knew that this solution was almost certainly only temporary. If Naruto didn’t get over Sasuke’s loss soon, Shikamaru knew there wouldn’t be any positive effects on his squad.
After reflecting another moment, Shikamaru stood up, and began walking towards the Academy.
“Hey!” Shikamaru turned around. Ichiraku Teuchi was leaning over the counter. “You and Naruto forgot to pay!”
Shikamaru froze, remembering the thirteen bowls that had disappeared down Naruto’s seemingly bottomless gullet. With a resigned sigh, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a stack of bills that was, by his reckoning, far too large.
That guy owes me, he thought as he continued towards his new genin squad, and his new future.
Troublesome…
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“Team 3,” called out Iruka. “Hyuuga Hanako, Raizen Hikaru, and Daisuke.”
Hikaru looked to his left and right, and saw two students already moving to fill the vacant seats next to him. He let out a groan as he recognized their names.
Why, thought the boy, why did they give me the insane Hyuuga girl? And Daisuke can barely make a bunshin(Clone. Not Shadow Clone, just clone)Hanako took the seat on Hikaru’s left, and Daisuke the seat on his right.
The Hyuuga girl looked sad as she sat down.
“I don’t get to be with Haruka-chan,” she said with a dejected sigh. She seemed to perk up almost immediately, however. “But I’m sure you guys will be lots of fun!” Hikaru tried as hard as he could to put a smile on his face. Honestly, he did. Still, he couldn’t help but think inside, Someone, please save me…
Hikaru turned to his left, hoping that Daisuke would at least behave normally. He nearly leaned into the other boy’s extended hand.
“Hello, Hikaru-kun, I’m Daisuke,” said the white-haired boy a little too energetically.
“Yeah, I know,” said Hikaru, hopes of normalcy quickly fading. Daisuke seemed oblivious to Hiraku’s lack of enthusiasm. To his Daisuke’s credit, though, Hikaru had to admit that the boy did seem relatively normal, if a bit too friendly for the standoffish boy’s tastes. The fact that Daisuke had done terribly on almost all of his tests didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t improve.
Kiyo was quickly reminded, however, of his less normal teammate.
“Who do you think our jonin will be?” said Hanako with an inquisitive look on her face. “I hope he’s really strong, or smart. Or maybe it’s a woman…”
Daisuke leaned around Hikaru to engage her in conversation.
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, Hanako-chan,” said Daisuke. “There are many more male jonin than female.” This comment sparked a long conversation about the qualities that each of the genin wanted to have in their instructor. Throughout the discussion, Hikaru attempted to lean away from his teammates and focus on something besides the torment that appeared to be his future. He was only vaguely aware of Iruka calling out the members of other squads. Other students, however, were still paying attention.
“Team Nine is Aburame Haruka, Yagami Goren, and Kotami Kiyo,” called out Iruka.
Kiyo wasn’t sure what to make of this. He knew who Haruka was, he had seen her in class. He knew that she was a bug-user, and had even heard her speak before. However, he had no idea what her actual personality was like, and try as he might, he couldn’t remember who Yagami Goren was.
Suddenly, Kiyo heard a chair scraping on the floor to his right. He turned and saw a blond haired boy with glasses taking a seat next to him.
“Um….” Kiyo was trying to figure out a way to avoid being rude. “You’re Goren, right?” Fortunately, the boy didn’t seem to mind not being recognized.
“Yeah, that’s me.” The wiry boy extended his hand, and Kiyo shook it. “You probably haven’t noticed me before, it’s okay. I sit in the back.” Now that Kiyo had a face to associate with the name, he could recall images of this boy sitting in the back of the classroom, his nose always buried in a book. Slowly, more memories of his impressions of Goren came back to Kiyo.
He grimaced inwardly. For lack of a better term, Goren was a nerd. Kiyo had heard about students like Goren before, who did perfectly in the classroom and fell to pieces in a real situation. He could only hope that Goren would not be one of those people.
As Kiyo turned to look at his other teammate, who was now sitting on his left, he knew that she wouldn’t be the type to panic in battle. Haruka showed no intention of communicating with, or even acknowledging her teammates. Maybe I’m just being pessimistic, thought Kiyo, but I don’t think she’s a team player. Kiyo knew that a loner on the team could cause problems. A team had to have flawless teamwork to function, and Kiyo just couldn’t see himself or Goren working well with the silent Aburame girl.
After Goren sensed that Kiyo didn’t want to talk, the three genin lapsed into an awkward silence as Iruka waited for the rest of the class to quiet down. After he had all of the students’ attention, the chuunin spoke.
“All right, everyone, your jonin are about to come inside and take you to a place where they can begin training you to their liking,” said Iruka. “Be good for them, and remember that I’m proud of all of you.” As soon as he finished speaking, several people wearing jonin vests entered the room. One by one, they each picked out their squads, and left with their new entourage.
Goren spoke up on Kiyo’s right.
“There aren’t enough jonin.” Kiyo turned to look at him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Haruka do so as well.
“What do you mean,” Kiyo said curiously.
“Seven jonin walked into the classroom,” explained Goren. “That leaves two squads without a jonin.” Kiyo’s brow furrowed. A squad without a jonin? That didn’t make any sense.
However, Goren’s observation was proved to be correct. In just a few moments, the room was empty, except for Team Three, Team Nine, and Iruka. The chuunin seemed surprised to see them there.
“That’s odd, who is your jonin supposed to…” Iruka glanced at a sheet on his desk and smiled. “Ah, that explains it.” He looked up at the obviously worried genin, and gave them a reassuring grin.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll get your jonin in just a few minutes. They tend to be late sometimes.” Footsteps could be heard in the hallway seconds after Iruka spoke. His grin deepened even farther.
“That would be them.”
The door to the classroom opened, and two men stepped in. One of them wore a typical jonin vest, over a netted shirt. He also sported black pants. He looked annoyed with his companion, who was dressed quite differently. The second man wore no vest of any kind, instead favoring an orange jumpsuit with a red swirl on the back. The two were in the middle of a conversation as they walked in.
“I told you, you should have worn the thing,” the first man was saying.
“I’m a jonin of Konoha, with or without my vest,” the other replied. “I could be in this jumpsuit, or even my pajamas, and that wouldn’t change!”
The first man sighed, and turned to Iruka.
“Sorry we’re late, Iruka-san,” he said. “We stopped for ramen.”
“I might have guessed,” said the chuunin with a laugh. He turned to the six genin in the room. “Children, you may recognize these men. We were learning about them just yesterday.” He gestured towards the man in the jumpsuit. “This is Uzumaki Naruto, and he is going with Team Three.” He pointed towards the other man, in the jonin uniform. “This is Nara Shikamaru, and he is going with Team Nine. These are your jonin instructors.”
The six genin were speechless. Their instructors were two of the most famous of the Rookie Nine!
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 12:18 pm
Chapter Three
Naruto looked over his students as they sat next to the posts in the training ground. He had been sizing them up ever since he first saw them, but was still not sure what to make of them.
The Hyuuga girl was dressed like pretty much all Hyuugas were, and had those same pale orbs for eyes. Just like Hinata-chan when she was that age, thought Naruto fondly. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, Naruto looked to the second member of his team.
Hikaru was the son of rich merchants. Naruto would have known that even if he hadn’t read about him on his team roster. (A/N: Naruto reading? I know, it is strange, but remember that it has been thirteen years since the series started. He is more mature now.) He wore a black shirt of the highest quality, and his gray pants were of similar material. The only thing about him that didn’t reek of fine grooming was his hair, which was a messy mass of brown. He did, Naruto noticed, have extraordinarily pale blue eyes. As long as he isn’t a snob, Naruto thought, I guess he won’t be too much of a problem. He was much less sure of his third team member.
Daisuke had shown signs of boredom after being in the training ground for only twenty seconds. He wore gray pants, though a darker gray than Hikaru’s, and sported a dark red shirt. His spiky white hair had been cut extremely short. There had been very little information about him in the team roster. Apparently he didn’t have a last name that he used, had done very poorly in class, and had no distinguishing habits. I guess I’ll have to wait and see about him, thought the Whirlwind.
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Hikaru fiddled idly with a piece of grass. His initial burst of excitement at finding out that Naruto the Whirlwind was their sensei had worn off after the first minute of being studied by him in the grass. Hikaru was already beginning to be kind of creeped out by the way that Naruto took turns staring at each of the three genin.
He didn’t know about Daisuke, but even the energetic Hanako was obviously started to get bored. Luckily for Hikaru, Daisuke, and Hanako, Naruto decided to begin.
“You know, most teams start off with only one task on their first day,” said Naruto, smiling. “But, I think you guys can handle two. You up to it?”
“I guess so, Naruto-sensei,” said Daisuke uncertainly. Hanako was more sure.
“Of course we can, Naruto-sensei!” The Hyuuga girl, overjoyed at the prospect of doing something besides sitting, had leapt up in joy, to the slight surprise of her male teammates.
“Sit down, Hanako-chan,” said Naruto, “The first thing we’re doing will happen right here.” Hanako was crestfallen as she reluctantly returned to the ground she thought she had escaped. Naruto cleared his throat, then began to speak.
“All right, the first thing we are going to do today is get to know each other. I’m Uzumaki Naruto. You need to say things you like, don’t like, and your plans for the future. I like ramen, and Hina-“ Naruto saw Hinata’s younger sister, and quickly changed track. “And training! I don’t like waiting for ramen to cook, or stuck up people. My goal is-“
“To become Hokage.” The three genin’s voices rang out in excitement (Hanako), polite interest (Daisuke), and boredom (Hikaru).
“Eh? How did you know that,” asked Naruto, confused. Seeing that Hikaru was too bored to answer, and doubting that Hanako’s answer would be intelligible, Daisuke took it upon himself to answer.
“Well, Naruto-sensei,” he said, “Whenever Iruka-sensei gave a lesson about the Rookie Nine that mentioned you, he would always say that it was your dream to become Hokage one day. Everyone in our class knows a lot about you, Naruto-sensei.”
Naruto wasn’t sure whether to be proud that his accomplishments had finally earned him acknowledgement, or to be freaked out by the fact that there was a whole batch of genin running around that knew his life story. Well, most of it at least. Naruto knew that Iruka would never tell the students that Naruto held the Kyuubi inside of him.
Naruto was barely listening when Hanako launched into her tirade of likes and dislikes, which included flowers, sunshine, older sisters, bugs, snakes, bad things, good things, and every other object imaginable. He was too busy thinking about the demon housed in his stomach. Over the years, all of the Konoha Eleven had learned of Naruto’s secret. He had never been so happy as the day he realized that they all knew, and that none of them cared. He had a group of true friends.
He knew, however, that not everyone was so lacking in prejudice. Many of the adult villagers still held a disliking towards him, although that was fading as his actions as a shinobi became more well-known.
Suddenly, the depth of his responsibilities struck him. He was going to mold three young lives. Change them in ways so fundamental that he would literally make them into different people. He would bare his soul to them, would trust them with his life. And they would trust him with theirs. Someday, he would tell them about the Kyuubi.
Although the goofy grin on his face never changed, Naruto became a bit more solemn. He intended to live up to this new responsibility. After all, if he couldn’t look after three genin, how could he look after the whole village as Hokage?
“—And my dream is to become as strong as my cousin Neji-chan, and Hinata- nee chan!” Naruto was a moment behind in realizing the Hanako had finished with her introduction. Judging from the bored look still on Hikaru’s face, and the drool dripping unnoticed from Daisuke’s mouth, Naruto hadn’t been the only one not paying attention.
“Um, that’s great, Hanako-chan,” he said with a grin. “Daisuke-san, why don’t you go next?” Daisuke popped back into reality.
“Well, I’m Daisuke,” said the boy as he ran his hand through his hair. “I like all the things I don’t dislike, and I dislike things that I don’t enjoy. My dream is to one day complete all of my goals.” Naruto blinked for a moment as he realized that he couldn’t understand what Daisuke said. Hikaru finally took interest.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” he complained. “You have to tell us something.” Daisuke grinned.
“I did, and every word of it was true.”
Seeing that Hikaru was about to start arguing, Naruto spoke up.
“Hikaru-san, it’s your turn.” Hikaru glared at Naruto, then sighed and gave in.
“I’m Raizen Hikaru,” he said. “My parents are merchants, and I’m the only ninja in my family. I came to the Konoha Academy because I showed skill with chakra molding, and my parents are on better terms with Konoha than they are with any other village. I like napping, and dislike being bored. My dream is to someday find something at least a little interesting around here to do.”
Naruto grimaced internally. Wow, he’s just like Shikamaru. Lazy, but not as much of a genius! Reminding himself not to judge too early, Naruto stood up.
“Okay guys, it’s time for our second task for the day.” Hanako once again leapt for joy, energetic and happy at the slightest provocation. Hikaru and Daisuke stood up slower, but Naruto could tell that they were ready to do something too. Reaching into his pack, Naruto brought out two bells.
“I have here with me two bells,” said Naruto as he jangled them. “You are going to try to take them from me.” He watched as the enormity of the task sunk in. Even Hanako, who was bright and cheerful all of the time, was skeptical.
“But, Naruto-sensei! You’re a jonin,” she said, “And we’re genin! We can’t beat you!” Naruto waved her statement aside.
“You may notice that there are only two bells,” he said with an evil grin forming. “That means that only two of you will be able to get a bell. The other…” Naruto paused for dramatic effect, although he knew that Kakashi had done it better than he did. “…will be sent back to the Academy.”
The three genin gasped in shock. It took every ounce of self-control Naruto had to resist from laughing and revealing the trick behind the test. For a moment, he felt almost bad for deceiving them, but he decided that he would go easier on them then Kakashi did.
“However,” he continued, giving no sign of his internal emotions, “That doesn’t mean that two of you will pass. Maybe none of you will get the bell, and you will all fail…” Naruto pantomimed looking at a watch, and looked back at them nonchalantly.
“You guys get to start… now!”
In a flash, all three genin were gone. Hmmm, thought Naruto. Looks like none of them are going to try attacking head on like I did. With a fox-like grin, Naruto began strolling in the direction that his students had gone.
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Hyuuga Hanako saw the kunai knife in her hand shaking, and fought to stop it. She knew what her father, Hiashi, and her sister Hanabi would say if they saw her now.
Look at her, father. Not even as strong as Hinata.
You are correct, Hanabi. It appears you are the only one with any of the Hyuuga talent.
Hanako tried to focus on the task at hand. She doubted that her family would even take her back into the house if she went back to the Academy. She felt the strain of her constant cheeriness beginning to take a toll on her. There were times when she wished to be more like her sister, Hinata.
Hinata-nee chan wouldn’t be afraid in this situation, she thought. She isn’t scared of father or Hanabi at all! Her thoughts of her older sister increased her resolve to take on the bells dangling from Naruto’s belt.
She nearly fell out of the tree branch she was sitting on when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. However, she was both stabled and silenced by the hand clamped over her mouth.
“Don’t make any noise,” Daisuke whispered. “I’ve got a plan.”
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Hikaru swore silently to himself that if anything crawled, jumped, or slithered onto him while he was lying under these bushes, he would make Naruto pay. He wasn’t sure exactly how he was going to make one of the strongest jonin in the village pay, but he would find a way.
Hikaru watched Naruto as he walked, examining for anything that could be used as an opportunity. Unfortunately, it was hard to tell a lot about someone from the way they walk. He didn’t see any obvious ways to attack that wouldn’t be obvious to Naruto as well.
Hikaru was about to just throw a barrage of shuriken when he heard a crackle behind him. Turning as he drew his kunai, he managed to stop himself before he attacked Daisuke and Hanako. Although he stopped himself, he did not lower his kunai.
“How do I know you two are really you, and not bunshins?” Hanako looked surprised. She hadn’t thought of that possibility. She was almost embarrassed at the ease with which Naruto would have been able to fool her. Daisuke shocked her, however, by raising his own kunai.
Hanako jumped away from him, and Hikaru tensed. However, fighting wasn’t Daisuke’s intent. Daisuke slashed a cut into his own arm. While it wasn’t too serious, it did bleed.
Hikaru and Hanako couldn’t hide the surprise in their faces. Daisuke, however, seemed to think nothing of his act of self-mutilation.
“If I was a bunshin, I would have poofed away now,” whispered Daisuke without a trace of pain in his voice. “I have a plan to take the bells, one that will let us all pass.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 9:05 pm
[X] Jesus ! Freak [X]
I love this! It's so awesome! You capture everybody's personalities and really emphasize the personalities of your OCs ^^
// don't care [if]// they . . . call, //[me a] Jesus Freak
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