The Little Senju and the Ninja of the Hidden Sand

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Izumi's POV

I approached the front of the shop finalizing the details of our mission in the land waves and being dismissed by Kakashi Sensei. At a booth inside that person was waiting for me staring silently out the adjacent window. His appearance hadn't changed since I'd last seen him, which was expected. I sat across from the brown-haired man bringing him back to reality. He gave a brief smile to show that he indeed was happy to see me.

"How was your mission and your new team?" he asked picking up his menu and glancing at it, "I trust that you've been doing well?"

"The mission was more difficult than I expected, but my team seems nice enough." I answered picking up a menu of my own, "Tenzo Sensei there's something of been meaning to ask you..."

"What is it? You can ask me anything you like." Tenzo Sensei said in a tone that made it easy to talk to him.

"Since you use wood style like I do..." I began to play with my long hair nervously, "I was wondering if you could help me develop it some more? The way I use it is so much different than the way you do and the way the first hokage used it too."

"I don't mind, but keep in mind that I'm very busy with my duties as a part of the anbu." he reached across the table to ruffle my hair, "anything for my favorite student."

A smile found its way onto my lips as my old Sensei spoiled me by treating to ice cream for completing the mission in the land of waves with my new Sensei and new teammates. The sweet taste felt nice on my tongue as I sat with one of my favorite people. Without my realizing it had grown quite late, so I thanked Tenzo Sensei for the treat and headed home. My home was a small apartment on the edge of the village that was completely vacant except for me. The silence of home was comforting in a way, but lonely at the same time. In a way I wished for someone to say, 'Welcome home!', but that never happened. Not in a long time. I walked to my bed after pulling on some pajamas and pulled the covers over my head.

Sleep...

I pulled a carton of eggs and a jug milk that morning before heading out for whatever the day's mission would be. The scrambled eggs smelled nice as I cooked them in pan sprinkling cheese over the top as they finished. I yawned as I brushed my hair and put on my headband. The door creaked as I shut and locked the door sprinting to reach the meeting place on time. Upon arriving I saw that Sauske was the only on there and to which I let out a silent sigh and went to stand next to him. How annoying...

"Who did you have to meet up with yesterday?" Sauske asked not looking at me, "Surely, I know this person."

"Probably not and whomever I meet up with really isn't any of your business." I didn't bother to look at him either. If he couldn't bother to look at my face when talking to him why should I look at him, "It was someone who is important to me. That's all I have to say on the matter."

Not much after that Sakura appeared already fangirling over Sauske even though she'd just arrived. I was silent as she continued to fawn over the boy. The warmth of the day and the sunlight felt nice on my skin and I smiled somewhat as I looked up at the clear blue sky. Naruto arrived there after saying hello to Sakura first, of course. As Sauske caught his eyes the two made a slight hmph and turned their heads away from one another. If it was possible for those two to like each other any less, it certainly happened then.

Three Hours Later...

"Hey, you're late!" Sakura and Naruto shouted in unison pointing at our Sensei.

"Oh... I'm afraid I got lost of the path of life."

We all grumbled at that only vaguely wondering why he was always late, "Kakashi Sensei, What kind of missions do you have for team seven!" Naruto almost seemed to have caught fire as he questioned our Sensei, "All we've had recently are boring! We want something exciting and challenging! Something where I could use my skills!!!"

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