Child of The War God [Naruto.]

Chapter Eight

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Way too early for this shit.

Someone quietly pounded on the door, in which had woke me up around the same time as I did yesterday.

With a firm scowl set into my features, I had pushed myself up, before stalking out of my room, and towards the kitchen where the front door was.

Expecting Kiba, I was shocked to see Hinata standing there, quietly fidgeting as I continued to stare. Finally, after a few uncomfortable moments of stretched silence between us, she broke it.

"Kiba gave me directions t-to your house. He wanted me to invite y-you to train with us." She muttered, wringing her hands as she gazed around at her surroundings warily. Meanwhile, I still leaned against the door frame, paying only half attention while I attempted to tame my hair.

With a last feeble attempt to pay t down before I actually brushed it, I opened the door wider, and gestured the small-framed girl in. She cautiously accepted, but didn't step more then a foot or two inside, as if she's need to be close to the exit in time for escaping.

This only caused my frown to deepen, but I had merely turned away, before scooping my Cloak and Mask up from where it was folded on the wooden table.

"There's snacks in the fridge if you're hungry, and I believe there's some cups in the washing tray. Did the dishes yesterday, so everything is clean. Take what you need." With that tossed over my shoulder, I resumed my journey towards the bathroom.

It didn't take long to get ready, considering I had normally slept in my day attire. All that had to be done was my Hair, Teeth, and I was basically done.

Barely passing the five minute mark, I jogged back into the kitchen, Having just set my mask in place. Hinata still stood in her place, and seemed even more so uncomfortable then the silence we shared previously.

Tossing her an apple I had snatched from the fridge, I gestured to the door, in which she had taken as a signal to lead the way.

The training ground was a good Twenty minute walk away, more or less. We set a decent paste, with my words of not wanting to waste unnecessary energy. She accepted, and ate her fruit as we went.

As I expected, Kiba, who I believed was Kurenai, (Their Sensei, of course,) and another boy I assumed was their third team mate. I hadn't gotten his name, but figured I'd learn it later.

Me and Hinata made no move to speak out arrival, leaving the three to only notice us when we were within a few yards. Although, I had the suspicion Kurenai knew, but merely didn't say anything.

"Akuma!" Kiba greeted, and had made an attempt at hooking his arm around my shoulder, which I ducked away from. The boy watched the exchange behind tinted glasses, not verbalizing his thoughts of the new comer.

"Akuma, this is Shino, and Kurenai-Sensei." I nodded in mute greeting to the duo I was introduced to, before shifting my weight from foot to foot. This heat was horrid, and I mused over the thought of Heatstroke, before Kiba began yanking insistently on my arm. Or rather, my sleeve.

"Won't you be hot in that? Myself, and Hinata already know what you look like, I'm sure these two won't care either." Kiba crossed his arms, and I released a sigh. He had point, but I was still wary.

I glanced over in the direction of the said two, and received a wordless shrug from Shino, and was offered a small smile from Kurenai.

"How irritating." Was my only response, before I shouldered the Cloak off, hands making quick work to discard the rather heavy fabric in a heap beside me. My Mask followed, in which reveiled my not-so-pleased face, and my stiff posture. Triangular teeth clenched tightly, while my lips twisted into a small scowl.