Konoha College Chapter 1
It was the first day of school, and it was such a bright day. It was pretty laid back, too, since there was never homework on the first day. Then again, college was a whole lot different than high school. The cliques were much more diverse. No one got left out. There were the nerds, geeks, dorks, emos, Goths, otaku, preps, and jocks. All the people who got crap for being weird and different and no group even had their own posse. Then of course there would always be the lone wolves, that certain group of friends who refused to join a party, and stick together.
Kerica, Kiyomi, Hinata, Sarrina, and Temari made up that pack. It was lunchtime and they were out underneath a willow tree, eating their bentos and discussing the day so far.
“Yeah, so, my mechanics teacher is, like, /so/ hot, it’s not even funny,” Temari swooned, her sea green eyes sparkling as she popped the lid on her bento, “Some of the others in my class find him creepy, considering he wears bandages over his face, and I saw some peeking out from under his pant legs, but that just adds to the appeal, don’t you think? I know it makes /me/ want to know what’s under those wraps…” the blonde trailed off, taking a bite of her egg roll. Her hair was about shoulder-length when it was free, but she nearly always had her hair in four pigtails, two on top, two on bottom.
With her sky blue eyes sparking in amusement, Sarrina quirked a pretty eyebrow, “Then, pray tell, how is he so /hot/ if you can’t even see his appearance?” She bit down on a piece of teriyaki chicken, and brushed her white hair out of her face. She could be a preppy girl if she wanted to be, but she often caused fights with them back in High School, thanks to her dominant nature and the fact she hated it when other girls thought they were all that when they were just dirt beneath her boots. It was funny, even the girls here were jealous, but apparently Sarrina’s reputation perceived her all the way to college. The fact she had that exotic beauty didn’t help the jealousy factor.
“It’s his eyes, girl!” Temari beamed, “They /look/ pitch black, but when the light hits them just right, they have that midnight blue sheen. Oh, and don’t forget that hair, too. It’s straight as a board, to his shoulders, as black as the grease he has on his hands all the time, and it looks so /soft. I just want to run my hands through it…”
This time the brunette of the group snickered, “Temari-chan, that’s terrible. Are you going to be one of those chicks who sleeps with their teacher for extra credit or to get an A on their test?” Kerica shook her head, her shoulder-length hair framed her face nicely. Her green cat-eyes flickered with that weird glow when the light hit them right. She bit down on a sushi roll, watching her group.
“Please, I won’t stoop that low. Besides, I rather like the idea of winning his affections in order to create a nice, /steamy/ relationship,” Temari cooed, “I’m not a slut, and you know it.”
Blushing furiously, the grey-haired and black-haired members of the group piped up at the same time, “Too much information!” They looked at each other and giggled.
Hinata had a plain onigiri, the second of four. Her black hair had a blue sheen to it, and it reached the small of her back. Her pale, pale lilac eyes were watching the group intently, and she tilted her head, “I see someone coming…two, actually.”
Kiyomi had a onigiri that looked like it had been made with cheese and bits of bacon, and it was only half gone. Kiyomi’s light grey hair was tied into a ponytail and it reached the middle of her back. She also had a bang strip that covered her right eye. Her eyes were the most intriguing royal purple color, and they looked at Temari curiously, “What’s the name of your mechanics teacher?”
“Momochi Raiden, but prefers the class call him by his first name. Apparently he doesn’t really like his last name since his father was a criminal. Like I care, though,” the blond shrugged.
Parting the tendrils of the willow, another black haired girl with burning violet eyes looked in on them, and beside her was a girl with hair shining silver hair going to the middle of her back in waves, and two long side-burns that came from in front of her ears and framed her neck rather than her face. She had purple tinted goggles on, which made it hard to tell what color her eyes were. The silverette looked stern, “I heard you talking about my brother. I saw you in class… Suna Temari, was it? My name s Gina, Momochi Gina, and this is Kuroi.”
“Anei Kuroi,” she nodded and then looked at Gina with a raised eyebrow. Her black hair was spiked in the back and at the bottom, and even the short bangs at the front were spiked, but she kept the two strips that framed her face free of whatever gel she used, “Gina here has really sensitive hearing, so when she heard you talking about Raiden, she wanted to come investigate.”
Temari looked surprised, “Well, isn’t this awkward….With my luck you’ll probably go tell him all about my big mouth,” she blushed.
"Actually....I think my brother needs something....steamy in his life." The girl grinned as she watched the blush rise on the blonde's cheeks, "He's such a downer he needs a change." Plopping herself down by the group of girls, "So I want to help."
Kiyomi blushed at the silver-haired girl's proposal, "How could you possibly be doing this? Doesn't a teacher-student relationship break, like, a hundred rules anyway?"
"It's looked down upon, and it's /definitely/ wrong in High School since a majority of teacher-student relationships there the student is under 18. This is college, though, honey," Kuroi plopped down net to Gina, "There’s more and more of them as the years go by. As long as the teacher isn't being used, and the student is not being abused, then it's all good."
"I agree," Sarrina popped up, finishing her chicken and leaning up against the tree, "Love is love. Heck, I bet you twenty bucks that /you/ end up with a crush on a teacher." She snickered before turning to the two newbies, "So, tell me, what got you so interested in this topic besides Temari's confession of love?"
"/You/ pointed it out. Raiden isn't exactly...appealing to the eyes due to his mummified appearance, so dating hasn't been...smooth. He's been down in the dumps about it lately." Gina sighed, “So it's about time to step in whether he likes it or not right now.”
"Are there any other lonely teachers in this college? Or coaches for that matter?" Kerica looked amused, "Tsunade is a mean volleyball coach, that's for damn sure. I'm lucky the black eye I got last week was gone before today. Her husband is a stay at home writer and she's /definitely/ not lonely, but she mentioned a few coaches, Kiba, Naruto, and Gai...Gai also doubles as the Earth Science teacher, which I'm taking. I wonder what he's like."
"Let's see...Raiden hangs out with a few other teachers…Shikamaru and Asuma. There's also this kinda creepy Art teacher…Gaara Suna, I believe," Gina shrugged.
"I have Art in about an hour," Sarrina smiled, "So....I take it it'll be our mission to play...match maker?"
"This is terrible," Hinata spoke up, "Planning to get together with teachers we don't even know? All older men?"
"Actually, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kiba, Naruto, Kankuro, and Raiden are all only maybe four or five years older than the rest of us. They haven't been out of college that long themselves," Kuroi pointed out, "What's wrong with an older guy, anyway? They're certainly /way/ more mature than any jerkoff you'll find our ages. Eiji not included," she blushed.
"Oooh, who's this Eiji?" Kerica smirked at Kuroi.
Hinata paused a moment and then gasped, "Wait, Eiji? Hyuuga Eiji?"
Kuroi blinked, "Yeah...?"
"That's my cousin! I haven't seen him in a long time, he went to a different school than the rest of us," Hinata smiled.
Kuroi smiled as well, "He and I were Prom King and Queen in our senior year, we are High School sweethearts and are still together."
Looking up from her bento, swallowing her last egg roll and now working on her onigiri, she smiled, "Gaara and Kankuro are my older brothers! If any of you get with them, I am /so/ going to laugh. They've got poles up their asses, too. Probably why I'm pinning for this Raiden guy. Gina, you called Gaara creepy. Everyone else calls Raiden creepy except you, who's his sister. I think we have something in common," she reached her hand out to shake Gina's hand.
Gina shook Temari's hand with a grin, "Must be a sister thing."
Kiyomi exchanged glances with Hinata, sinking back with a dark blush, "I agree with Hinata-chan. This is terrible. It's like we're treating people's lives as a game that we do on a whim."
"You two are just over reacting," Sarrina rolled her sky eyes, "We're not playing with their lives. We're matching them up. Everyone deserves to be happy, don't they? We're going to make sure that they are by matching them up. No one will be hurt."
"I wonder who will be with who..." Kerica mused to herself, and then looked at Hinata, "Hey! Girl, you are joining Dance with me, aren't you?"
"Hai, that's what I'm scheduled for," The Hyuuga beauty smiled, grateful the subject change, "I hear our teacher is also the cheerleader instructor. I hope she's not going to be...you know...rude."
Gina giggled at Hinata's innocent goodwill, "Just go ahead and say it. You hope she's not a stuck up b*tch like the ones in High School."
The Hyuuga flower blushed darkly, but nodded, "...y-yeah."
"At least you'll have Kerica with you. I wanted to get in, but since it's also required for cheerleading, it was full by the time I tried to get in." Kiyomi pouted, rolling her eyes at the look Temari and Kerica gave her. "Yes, yes, I know if I had gone with you like you said, I might have gotten in. However, I was beating the final boss on my game..."
Kerica laughed heartily, "Of course you were. You were playing that game hard core, like, the whole day. It was pretty funny listening to your commentary."
"Exactly! It took me /all day/ to get to that fight and I wasn't about to stop unless my heart stopped first." Kiyomi stuck her tongue out, but blushed when the new girls burst out in laughter. "Whatever...."
"Exactly! It took me /all day/ to get to that fight and I wasn't about to stop unless my heart stopped first." Kiyomi stuck her tongue out, but blushed when the new girls burst out in laughter. "Whatever...."
"I wish," Kerica laughed, packing up her bento and her stuff, "I've got Earth Science, and I'm interested to see what this Gai-sensei's like," she brushed out the grass from her school uniform and slung her bag over her shoulder, "I'll see the rest of you later! It was nice meeting you, Gina and Kuroi. I hope this plan goes well," she grinned and bounced away, disappearing through the willow tendrils.
Ugh, of course his snail pace would get him five minutes late for his own class. This also, of course, got him the not-so-fortunate chance to see two of his fellow teachers french kissing against the board in the Math room. He grunted and walked over, "Damn it, Kakashi-sensei! If you're going to make out with your boyfriend between classes, at least close the door!" he slammed it shut, but not before seeing Iruka - the boyfriend in question - blushing furiously is showed through the cut across his nose and cheeks. Grunting, he walked down the hall to his own classroom and raised an eyebrow at how /nearly/ everyone was whispering and giggling to themselves. He closed the door to his room, and walked over to his desk, "I pity the poor soul who finds out who Kakashi's boyfriend is the hard way. It's such a drag," he shook his head at more giggling and plopped down in his chair. He looked up just in time to see a hand raise. "Hai? I haven't even started the Q and A yet, but go ahead."
"Why were you late, sensei?" the person asked.
"It's Nara-sensei for those who like to be formal, and the rest of you just call me Shikamaru. Don't ever worry about being late to this class, chances are I will be too. If you go over 15 minutes though, that's pushin' it," he shook his head and then spun his chair around to face his class, "Alright, I'm actually rather please to see a majority of you did make it on time. Only one desk is empty. Does anyone here know who that might - " There was a loud THUMP against the door, making Shikamaru jump and look, and several students burst out laughing. He frowned. Did that late student really just hit the door?
"That would be Kiyomi, Nara-sensei," one girl with her hair tied into two buns at the top of her head giggled. She almost looked like a mouse with that hairdo.
Another boy, with long brown hair and a green bandana had his hand in his chin, looking bored, was seated next to the girl, "Probably playing one of those hand-held games. She's such a hard-core gamer."
After a minute or two, the door cracked open as a tomato faced Kiyomi slipped in once her, now saved, game was tucked away in her bag. Keeping her head bowed, CR03 (as sometimes known by her gamertag) ignored the snickers and giggles from her fellow students as she took her seat in the only free desk. Of course it would be one of the front row ones. The gray haired girl mentally cursed herself for having thought she could walk and play at the same time, though it wouldn't have been the first time she had ever done something like that. Her reputation of such thing now officially carried over from high school.
Noticing the red bump on the young woman's forehead, Shikamaru stood up and walked over to her. Whispers rose but he ignored them, "Excuse me, are you alright? That sounded like such a pain," he frowned, "Kiyomi, is it? Do you need an ice pack?"
Kiyomi swallowed nervously as she looked anywhere but at her teacher. "N-no, I'm fine. This sort of thing happens all the time..." she murmured loud enough for the male to hear, but soft enough that she didn't need to worry whether or not her voice shook. "J-just pretend that didn't happen, a-and let's move on." Darn her nervousness and the whispering which fueled her embarrassment.
Shikamaru chuckled, "Don't worry; you're not in trouble for being late. No need to be nervous like a scared puppy, I'm not going to berate you for not paying attention to where you're going," He reached down and tipped her chin up, making her look at him as gasps rang through the room, "That is probably going to bruise if you don't put a pac on it. Are you sure you don't want me to grab some? I have my own little fridge with a couple in them."
Like an idiot, Kiyomi gaped at her teacher. Couldn't the ground open up and swallow her yet? Something like this will defiantly get around to Temari and the Noobs (as the gray haired girl dubbed her new friends) and would try to set her up with him! Sure he was cute...okay so he was really hot, but he was her teacher! How awkward would that be on a date? Did you finish your homework? Do you need help on it? Though, he'd seem more like the type to gladly push aside work for a break. Wait, why was she even thinking about this?!
The gamer girl's mind whirled as she tried to think of /something/ to do. Anything, would do, just as long as she could move this along. A pin from another student hit the floor, practically echoing through the room and jolting Kiyomi back to reality. Her body moved on it's own as she shoved herself backward, nearly toppling backwards if the brunette guy in thick shades and a hoodie hadn't caught the back of her chair. "I'm fine!"
Shikamaru looked surprised at her sudden movement, bringing his hand back and staring at her a moment. Hurt crossed his eyes but he dropped his hand to his side and shrugged, "Alright, forget I asked, then." He huffed and turned around, heading back to his desk. Why did he feel so let down that he didn't get to help her? He shrugged and sat down, "So, I guess Q and A time, then. Don't bother telling me your names, I'll get to know you sooner or later, or some of you may leave before then, or barely come in besides today, so it doesn't matter. I'll only answer questions given by raised hands. No I won't tell you who Kakashi's boyfriend is," instantly the hands that had risen fell to the desks.
The sun shone brightly down on Konoha's college fields. Most of the several were occupied with new recruits and experienced players warming up for the first practice of the year. Well, most of them anyway. A wild haired brunette smirked as he blew his whistle for his team to do another five dribbling laps. Yeah, he was being a bit harsh for the first day of practice, but he wanted to take his team all the way to the championships this time. That meant his team had to be tough, no excuses. If they think this is too much, then they are welcome to leave. Those that stick with it are the ones he wants anyway.
"Come on you sissies! You got to move those legs if you want to make it count! No backing down!" He barked at the moving bodies.
Those that had been on his first team last year understood he meant business. Kiba Inuzuka didn't give any special treatment to anyone. The team was his pack, and he was the Alpha. He welcomed any challenges from the players, proving time and time again how he managed to earn his coaching position in such short amount of time. Yeah, he could have gone pro and became a world champion, but the way he saw it, he would have to make sacrifices he just couldn't give up. Like being with his family or hanging out occasionally with his friends. Some called him stupid for giving up such opportunities, but other applauded his loyalty.
"Come on ladies! We have a residual in three months! If we don't start right away into learning out routes then we won't be ready." The motherly-stern voice of Kurenai, the Dance/cheerleader/home ec instructor, pulled the male out of his thoughts. Glancing over to the field nearest 'his', he observed a large group of ladies in dancer tops and loose pants. Kiba frowned deeply at this. Great, now he had to compete with them for his team's attention.
"Kei!" Kiba snapped at his captain as he whipped around to his panting team.
"Yes, sir?" the black-haired male answered, trying not to pant so much.
"Lead the team in some passing drill, twenty reps each, while I go talk with Kurenai. If I'm not back by the time you finish, take a ten minute water break." The wild brunette ordered, starting to stomp towards the girls. About half way there, he barked out, "Kurenai! The college has a dance room for a reason!"
He didn't hate or dislike the older woman at all, no. Kiba just understood that giving the chance, his players would ogle the girls rather than focus on improving their weaker points. I mean, heck, half the girls there looks fit to be supermodels.
Kurenai turned towards him and turned to the captain of the group, basically the best senior on the team. It would change again next year as the seniors graduated. It kept things fair, and there were only contests between the older girls, who were mature enough to congratulate the winner of the Captain title instead of spite them, “Kimi, just keep going through the moves of the first 30 seconds of the song.”
Putting her hands on her pregnant hips, she raised an eyebrow at the soccer coach when she turned to face him, “We had this discussion last year, Kiba. You know I like to practice outside as much as possible before it gets too cold. If your boys are horn dogs and can’t keep their eyes on the ball, it's their fault for screwing up, not the girls’. We're training just as hard."
Kiba grumbled, knowing he lost the argument last year. This time would be different though. "Kurenai, there are several /other/ fields. The field I'm using is the only one with soccer goals set up. You know it's a natural male response to notice good looking women. Please Kurenai, I'm not above begging you. I have really good players this year, and I know I can take them to the championships. But I can't do that if they miss a pass or kick because of your girls."
"This is the only field today that /doesn't/ have cones or goals set up, Kiba," Kurenai folded her arms over her oversized stomach, "I'll be sure to get out here early tomorrow to find a different field, I know how much that championship means to you."
Just then a voice spoke up from the group of girls and one of the freshmen females walked over, her short brown hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, but she looked determined, the flare on the dark blue pants swishing as she got closer, the purple dance top with only the right sleeve sparkling in the sunlight. She was the only one with a purple cover over her left forearm. Another, black haired girl behind her had her arms stretched out, as if trying to catch the team member, but she stopped before reaching the end of the line of girls, her face flushed with embarrassment. The brunette, on the other hand, put her hands on her hips as she stopped in front of the Soccer Coach, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I should ask you the same thing," Kiba snapped before he could stop himself. He was so used to taking challenges, both verbal and physical, form his players that it just slipped. But this one was one of Kurenai's girls. He never personally had miss dealings with any of them, but from the stories he heard, the pregnant woman was a force to be messed with. One simply does not mess with Kurenai's girls. "I'm Kiba Inuzuka, Inuzuka-sensei if you want, and I'm the soccer coach. Listen, I don't have time for this. I have a team to coach, and apparently you have a residual to practice for. Thank you Kunerai for understanding. I'll make it up to you."
Before anyone could really react, the freshman walked up to him and slapped him, "Just because you're a Coach doesn't mean you can be an inconsiderate asshole with a haughty-taughty attitude!" She hissed, "This is the /only/ field closest to the school, and Kurenai-sensei is heavily pregnant. She was too tired after school today to look for a different field, and she shouldn't have to move because your soccer team isn't disciplined enough to think with the head on their shoulders and not the head of their cocks to pay attention to practice! If the Championship means as much to them as it does to you, /you/ move to a different field!"
There was a whistle and a blonde with a baseball cap that couldn't even keep the unruly hair contained walked over, "Holy shit, Kiba, a /freshman/ just slapped you and told you off."
Kiba locked his jaw in place as he clinched his fist. She slapped him. A freshmen student actually slapped him. Turning his blazing chocolate eyes on the young woman, the coach practically snarled at the newly arrived male, "Yes, Naruto. I know....Listen, I don't know who you are, but I hope you realize that by attacking me, not only could I have you thrown out of the college, but charged with assault." He looked to Kurenai, still feeling rage burn at his insides. "Forget about moving, my team will move. We don't need to be influenced by students that have sticks up their asses like her. No offense, Kurenai, but I thought you picked your dancers better than this." He needed to leave before he ended up lashing out at someone. Turning on heel, Kiba stormed off to his team, barking at them to pick up gear and find a different location.
Naruto watched Kiba run off with a raised blond eyebrow. He turned to the brunette and held his hand up, "Way to make him run with his tail between his legs, girl! He's got this whole Alpha male attitude going since he lost the Championship last year. Personally, I /have/ punched him a few weeks back for being such an arrogant prick. We're best buds, so let me talk to him after he cools his head."
Kerica looked at the blond with surprise, but she smiled and high-fived him, "Just because I'm a freshman doesn't make me a lesser person than he is. I'm a human being, and so it Kurenai. I wasn't going to stand for him wanting to make /her/ move."
Kurenai walked over to her and smiled, "Although you could have gotten in serious trouble, I do thank you for saying something. You remind me of me, when I was your age."
Hinata bashfully moved to Kerica's side, frowning at her friend. "Kerica-chan, you shouldn't have slapped him...what if he /does/ throw you out of college? You know you and Kiyomi can't afford to waste money like you would if you get kicked out...And worst off, you can be put in a lot more trouble because you're considered an adult now." Not that she didn't approve of the brunette's words and sticking up for their sensei, but the slap took it too far. She wasn't thinking ahead, but instead let her anger get to her, something that carried over from high school. Hinata just wanted to make sure that her friend understood that at this point in their lives, they needed to think before they acted or else they could mess up their whole lives.
At this Naruto beamed, "My Grampa owns this college, and my dad is the Director. I've got your back on that one. Actually, everyone on the school board is a friend of my dad's and since it's ultimately their decision if you're kicked out or not, he could sway them. As for that assault charge? Kiba wouldn't go that far. If this was outside of school and he was just a guy and you were just a woman, then you wouldn't be the only girl in the world to slap a douche-bag. Just be careful, okay?"
He then slapped himself, knocking off his baseball cap and he scrambled to catch it, only it landed at Hinata's feet, "Man, I'm such an airhead. I'm Uzamaki Naruto, but I /hate/ it when I'm called Uzamaki-sensei. It's /just/ Naruto, or Naruto-sensei." As he reached down to grab it he bumped heads with Hinata who had reflexively also bent down to pick it up for him, and he stumbled back, holding his head, while Hinata's stumble knocked her onto her bottom. "I'M SO SORRY!" His face looked horrified and he quickly jumped down to grab her by the arm to help her up, "I'm such a clutz!"
Kurenai sweatdropped, "I'm surprised you're even a Coach, let alone the /baseball/ coach."
Hinata's exotic eyes widened dramatically despite the pain radiating throughout her skull. Naruto, a gorgeous blonde, was actually, gripping her arm. Heat exploded across the student's face and neck, making her turn a tomato red. She didn't even register as Naruto placed his hand against her forehead where they had collided. The moment he touched her skin, however, Hinata freaked. Her hands shot out in front of her, knocking Naruto across his face. However, the traumatized lady didn't see this do to the fact she actually passed out form embarrassment.
Kerica caught Hinata before she could hit the grass and looked at Naruto who was panicking, "It's alright, she's just terribly shy. Once all the blood that rushed to her face leaves, she'll come around."
Naruto relaxed a little, but still looked anxious, "Do I need to take her to the nurses office? I told the Captain of my team to continue practice if I wasn't back in ten minutes."
Gaining a mischievous idea, Kerica smiled, "That'd be a great idea. This is my friend Hyuuga Hinata, by the way, and I'm Mikadzuki Kerica."
Naruto nodded and knelt down, grabbing the cap that started all of this, stuffed it on his head, and picked up the black haired beauty, marveling at how her hair shined blue in the light, "Alright, I'll take care of this. It was totally my fault, anyway. I'll talk to Kiba for you, by the way, Kerica."
"Arigato," Kerica bowed and watched Naruto do the same before hurrying off to the college, "Way to go, Hinata."