𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐒; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒! 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐱 𝐍𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[１]

アカデミーとフレネミー・Academy and frenemy

Sewing a torn cloth, you groaned in exhaustion. It was a cloudy 8 PM night and you were sewing your gloves after your training.  "How much longer do I have to endure this redundancy?" You blew your hair away from your face, wincing as you poked yourself with the needle.

Once you have had enough, you decided to call out to someone who could help; your tailor.

Aoba Yarakiyo is the only daughter of Risa and Matsumoto Yarakiyo, a family of tailors. She had sky blue hair, glistening violet eyes and fair skin. She arrived at the doorstep and knocked gently on the door as you walked there and opened the door for her. "Welcome.. come in," Aoba nodded and took off her shoes, placing them by the door and headed to the lounge room with the sewing kit in her arms.

You came inside the lounge room to see Aoba working on the torn cloth. "Would you care for some tea?" You asked as she lifts her chin, "Sure. Is there green tea?" You grinned ear to ear and sauntered to the kitchen then prepared green and (f/f) tea.

Once finished, you moved back to the lounge and placed Aoba's green tea in front of her. "Green tea, careful. It's hot." You warned her, turning on the fan by the corner of the room and tied your button up blouse into a crop top. "Summer, summer.."

There was an awkward silence after that.

Before Aoba broke the silence, "Tomorrow is academy day, huh? Is that why you're so nervous?" Your face flushed in embarrassment. "What—? No! I'm.." you laughed sheepishly as she looks at you with doubt, "Okay. Maybe I am nervous."

"Why is that, I ask?"

"It's just... I'm living my life to the fullest and then one day, I'm the candidate for the Fifth Hokage position." Aoba nodded in acknowledgment, writing my words down. I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "What are you doing?"

She flinched. "Oh..uhm, it's– it's nothing." She stuttered out, sweat forming on her brows. Doubtful and listening closely to the vibrations and physical reactions she had, you knew she was lying. But you brushed it off.

"Anyway... did anything intriguing happen back in the village, the flower village?" Aoba shook her head a 'no' and drank the rest of her tea. Your shoulders slumped, "oh."

Then, your frenemy named [insert frenemy name] barged inside your house and attacked you with his scythe as you blocked it with a mere fork. "Oh, it's you. Again."

He back flips meters away which just gave you enough time to grab your katana(the one on top) and get into a fighting position. "Fight me, [wrong pronunciation of your name]!" He took off his boar head mask and brushed his plain black katanas together.

You exchanged a deadpan expression. "....what?" Aoba too was confused, "...I think my hearing needs to be checked.. Aoba–"
a tick mark appeared on [give him a name]'s temple. "You heard me riGHT, [W/P/O/Y/N]! Let's have a rematch!"

You blinked, dumbfounded. "For the 54,681st time of the lifetime?"

Your frenemy was known for his competitiveness and impatience so he was quick to attack you right there and then. You blocked his punch with the hilt of your own sword. "Woah, woah. Careful there, you might hurt me."

Metals clashed and you both exchanged attacks while Aoba filmed in the background, cheering for you. "Go, (Y/N)-sama!"

He threw a kick to your side— you blocked it with your forearm, snaked your hand around his leg and twisted it, using it as gear to roll his body around. "Woo! (Y/N)-sama, you can do it!"

"Hraghhh!" He attempts to get out your grip but instantly fails as you twist and roll his body faster. "You made me do this, [nickname for the man]. I don't even know why you're here." Unknowingly, a certain sannin smirked, watching from a tree branch outside a window. "That's my child," He spoke softly.

➢ ↳ THE NEXT DAY ↰

A sunny Monday morning around 10:00, you had arrived at your new academy wearing an (f/c) button up shirt, an (s/f/c) coat which covered up half the shirt and was tied together with a leather belt and a pair of black pants. Your weapon pouch was strapped around your waist and tied by your back and there were bandages wrapped around your upper left thigh.

You calmly walked through the slide door of the classroom you were assigned to; the nine tail kid's class. The students and Iruka's stares were all on you as you bow. "Good morning, sensei. I assume you have been informed of my late arrival to this semester?" You asked, chattering emerging in the class.

"We have a new student?"

"They're not a woman nor are they a man.. what are they?"

"How come Iruka-sensei didn't tell us this before?"

"Did someone plan this?"

"They look hot, though.."

"Are you seriously thinking that, Kiba!?"

Iruka's eyebrows rose, "Oh.. right, Hokage-sama told me about you the day before." He then turned to his class. "Everyone, this is our new student. (Y/N) Saruyame. (Y/N), they are your classmates."

"Saruyame? From the flower village?"

"Don't they already have their own academy there?"

"Yeah.. they're also the Hanakage's child."

"I heard the rest of the clan was slaughtered by Hanakage-sama herself,"

"Really?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I bet they begged for Usagi-sama to take them in and paid a lot of money to tell everyone  they were Usagi-sama's child."

Your eyes roamed from the board to the students, glaring at a certain one who had said the last sentence. If looks could kill, that useless fangirl would be dead by now. And if looks couldn't kill, you would kill her with your own bare hands.

"Ah well.. (Y/N)–" You cut him off. "No," You spoke with venom laced in your voice, "I won't be introducing myself. The class already knows a lot of information on me; maybe even too much." The girl quivered under your stare, feeling a dark (f/c) aura surrounding you.

"Okay, then. Please take a seat with either Shikamaru or Sasuke." He stated with a silent cough as you usher yourself to the seat next to Shikamaru— or who you preferred to call Pineapple Man. "This is so troublesome.." He then turned to face you. "Say, why are you in this academy?" He questioned.

You fixated your gaze at a certain whiskered blonde complaining to Iruka. (So that's the nine tails kid.. He's the son of Lord Fourth Minato Namikaze and the Red-Headed-Habanero, Kushina Uzumaki.) You scrutinized him while listening to Iruka's lecture to Naruto. "For reasons..., personal reasons actually." You replied as Shika nodded.

(If he is here then my stay will certainly be the best.)

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