Don't Let It Go To Your Head

A/N:  My friend asked my to write this for her ages ago.  Honestly, I can't stand Sasuke, but I think I managed to keep that out of the story?  Except with Midori, of course, but she IS based on me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobson.

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CHARACTER

Name: Kagura Fukushima

Age: 13

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The hot overhead beat down on your and your best friend, Midori Hirano, as the two of you pushed your way through the crowded streets of Konohagakure. You had your arms crossed over your chest and your grey eyes swept the area restlessly. Beside you, Midori blew strands of her long green hair out of her face continually.

Up ahead, you noticed a large crowd of squealing girls. You rolled your eyes, wondering if there was a puppy or some new trinket that held their attention.

"Ne, isn't that the Uchiha kid? Sousuke or something like that?" Midori asked. You turned to see her on her tiptoes, trying to use every inch of her diminutive height to see over the heads of the crowd.

You shrugged and looked at the group as you drew even with them. Your eyes picked out a shock of black hair, sticking up at the back of someone's head. The next moment black eyes caught yours, stopping you in your tracks. Midori ran into you with an exaggerated "oof!" At this range, you could clearly hear the squeals.

"Sasuke-kun!"

"Look over here!"

"C'mon, Sasuke-kun, I'm better than them!"

You rolled your eyes at that, breaking free of the onyx gaze.

"Gura-chan?" asked Midori's curious voice from beside you.

You looked down at her. She was looking up you, her grey eyes lit with curiosity and occasionally flicking over to give the Uchiha a pointed glance.

You turned on your heel, fighting down a blush. "What?" you snapped, relieved that your voice didn't shake, "C'mon, Tomoi-sensei doesn't have all day."

Dragging a giggling Midori, you continued on your way to meet your lazy but impatient sensei and male teammate.

Even before reaching the third training ground, you could see a man with shaggy black hair leaning against a tree, grumbling up at the clouds as he chewed harshly on a grass stem. Beside him, laying in the grass, was a boy your age with long, light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. His navy blue eyes were closed; he looked content.

"Finally!" Tomoi-sensei snapped as you and Midori stepped through the trees. You noticed that he didn't bother to straighten up.

Eiji opened his eyes and sat up. He spotted you and Midori and flashed on of his open, friendly smiles. You made a face, wondering--not for the first time--how such a laid-back and easygoing person could become a ninja.

"Alright, get started," Tomoi-sensei snapped, his mood soured by having to wait, "Today I want you to practice focusing your Chakra into your limbs to strengthen attacks. Don't make than face, Eiji!"

Sighing, you followed Midori as she skipped over to the targets. She always got more cheerful when Tomoi-sensei was pissed off; you weren't sure whether it was because she enjoyed irritating him or because she trying to make up for his bad mood.

The three of you trained for hours. About halfway through, Tomoi-sensei wandered off, muttering something about consulting Kakashi-sensei. An hour later, Midori and Eiji left together, joking around and drooling over dreams of ramen.