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Koiuta	By : dragonslover1 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Koiuta, Love Song

First Impressions

The trip to Konohagakure was long, silent, and nearly painful from all the glares sent back and forth. Fourty of them started out, ten teams out to become Chuunin or help their other teammates become Chuunin. Ten Jounin teachers, and a few barrels for overnight stays, which they took turns pushing. Not much surprised, Tasha was nominated to push the heaviest barrel first.

She did so without complaint, standing straight, until the first rest. When they tried to nominate her again, she drew her blade. Ten Jounin could easily hold her back, but they would stand back and watch the twenty-nine on one battle first. Still, none of the Genin or Chuunin wanted to be the first to attack her, and so the threat died down and eventually another was picked.

From then she refused to push the barrels any longer. After a short time she grew impatient with the walk, and ran ahead of them. Not entirely unexpected, several Genin, a Chuunin, and two Jounin followed her. Most of them were impatient as well, but the Jounin were there to stop their rush and keep the group together. Miffed but lacking a choice, she went back to walking apart from the group but still within sight.

No one bothered her when she did that. As long as she didn�t run off, they left her be. She could feel amorous gazes on her from many of the males, the ones who wanted her even in their hatred of her. They saw her as gifted, having a jewel of chakra, filled to its limits, within her possession. It protected itself from being detached from her with her own element, shredding hands and weapons that dared come that close. But it was also self-protection on her part.

To remove the jewel was to be separated from your chakra. Every time the jewel was forcefully removed, the bearer died, which is why they often waited for the person to die, or removed it after a death in battle. And the jewel tended to deteriorate when not worn, as well as rejecting anyone older than a year. Newborns were best.

Which is why Tasha was chosen. She was the youngest of three babies, being only two weeks old, when her grandfather was killed in battle. And so she was picked. Her father had been so proud, another direct descendant to bear the jewel. . .

She snorted as she walked. She couldn�t care less about the damned jewel. They shouldn�t have given it her. She wasn�t psychic, but she just knew she wasn�t going to use it for such a kami-damned clan. Hell no.

The entire trip took five days at their pace, and they passed through the Land of Grass, joining up as planned with another fifty-six ninja. Their group of ten teams was now twenty-four, seventy-eight Genin and Chuunin out to gain a rank. She ignored most of them, allowing those from the Land of Grass to walk near her and even speak to her. She spoke back, until those from her own country began yelling to those of the Grass that she was egotistical, which she admittedly was, and a total bitch, which she could easily be.

As expected, most of the ninja from the Grass left her be, even the younger ones who looked at her like she was a goddess and obviously wanted to talk to her. Not wanting to appear as her country had portrayed her, she easily spoke to those who remained around her, even flirting.

She liked it when the men leaned back to look at her backside as she walked. As long as they kept their hands to themselves, she was fine with the gawking. They found her attractive and it fed her pride. If only they knew how it fed her, though, they might have stopped.

As planned, they met up with more ninja outside Sanugakure, another place she�d never been. Among the ninja who joined them there, she noticed very specifically a group where the Jounin and his three students all bore face paint. And they all stared at her hard for long moments. The youngest, she assumed, was a girl who was by far the most frightening of them. She carried a tiny black rabbit in her arms, which did an even better job of scaring people. Most everyone stayed very far away from that particular group.

When they stopped for the last night before entering Fire Country, she picked a boy, younger than her, from the Grass. . . and together they stepped outside of camp. However, even though he saw her as incredibly beautiful and she liked him the same, they never made it to the first kiss. Her damned sensei broke in and broke them apart, swearing at her to behave and act her age, while berating the boy just the same and sending him back to his team.

She�d never hear the end of this when her father learned. In that case, she might stay gone. Never return to the Earth Country. Heh, why not? She was planning on it anyway. Ignoring what her sensei said, she went back to camp and threw her almost-partner a regretful look. He gave her one back, then agreed with his sensei and angry teammates.

When they finally reached the gates of Konohagakure, she was practically leading the charge. It was either enter first or enter last, and she wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Though her team stayed close to her and she was level with two more teams, she still felt like the first in line. Likely nobody else from the group of ninety-six wanted to get here more than she did, anyway.

As soon as she entered, they were greeted by two men who stayed at the gate and gave them general information about the area. The men told them where to go, that the meeting itself would be tomorrow afternoon, and so on. Tasha didn�t much care, except that the one with a bandage across his nose seemed not too bad looking and seemed interested in her. Still, she passed him by, certain that better-looking ninja lay within.

She wasn�t disappointed.

While none of the boys she saw were overly gorgeous, they were all handsome in their specific ways. At least, the ones she saw were. A few she glanced at had red tattoos on their faces and narrowed eyes, and she even noticed that each carried a pet and had longer-than-usual canines. Sexy, in their own way. They seemed to like her, too, which was no surprise.

A few others had lazy expressions with high, held-back hair, and they were too busy yawning and lazing about than to notice her more than a glance. She laughed as she saw them and passed by. They sure looked good, lazy or not.

One of them waved to her and explained that he was partially in charge of the Chuunin exam. He introduced himself as Nara Shikamaru, and it was then that she decided to get more information.

�How long is the Chuunin Exam going to take?� she asked him.

�Unless it gets held back a bit,� he replied, �exactly eighteen weeks.�

She nodded and turned to leave, her sensei yelling at her as she did so. �Oy, Tasha, don�t you dare walk away on us!�

She waved a hand over her shoulder, not looking back � until she felt herself caught in wire. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her sensei holding the end.

�Tasha,� he said in a warning tone. �You�re staying close the entire eighteen weeks. Understand me?�

�I don�t know,� she replied mockingly. She concentrated her chakra on cutting the line in multiple places, saying, �I wonder if you understand me at all. You don�t seem to.� Now free, she turned to face him, grasping the katana over her shoulder threateningly. �Let me explore or deal with my tantrums. Your choice.�

And he growled at her. �You�re staying here,� he barked.

She could only smile. �How controlling. Sayonara.� Rather than start a fight and get in trouble, she instantly replaced herself with a log and disappeared, leaving only the substitute behind. Now on a rooftop, she began her search again for a boy to have fun with. Scoping them from above, she took in their appearances.

Here and there were some good-looking but apparently stupid ones, work-driven ones, playboy ones, and so on. Only a few of them seemed to care that they looked good or tried to look good. One of them, apparently a sensei, wore all green, had a bowl-cut hairstyle and kept chanting about the power of youth. She quickly skirt-tailed it out of there upon hearing that blabber, and shortly after she hopped off the rooftops and onto the street.

What�s worse is she found a clone of this man not long afterwards, and he immediately stated that he was in love with her. Though she might have picked him she shook her head, telling him that she was in a bit of a hurry. It was only half a lie, so she could leave, and did so without providing her name. Seemingly it worked, as he jogged off, waving at her.

She had hardly taken two more steps when she saw the strangest man ever, in her opinion. Almost covered in long, spiky white hair, red tattoos, and an unsightly and obvious wart on his nose, he was tall and strong, with wrinkles that betrayed his age.

His jaw dropped when he saw her and immediately ran circles around her. Giving her dual thumb�s ups, he said, �Might I tell you that you are the most beautiful women I�ve ever seen?�

She raised a brow. He was already going on.

�My god, woman, you�ve got the prettiest face on the planet, and the most amazing body as well!� He walked circles around her again, enthusiastically, posing with his fingers in a square and with a single eye closed, as though trying to see her from the best view.

In her ninja gear, yes, perhaps she was showing a bit extra flesh. Her stomach and a bit of her chest were plainly viewed, as well as her legs below the knees. Her arms and chest were covered in mesh sleeves, she wore an open sleeveless haori over bound breasts, and a kimono that was both open and laid over at her waist. She wore spandex shorts and simple ninja shoes, her forehead protector around her neck at the moment.

Her hair was up as always, twisted around itself in a bun, then releasing from the center into four individual twists that reached below her waist and always ended with three large beads. Today as well, she wore sunglasses to fight the light, and fingerless gloves. Her actual �gear� consisted of the traditional pack around the waist, a kunai-holder on her right thigh, a scroll-holder on her left, and three katana on her back � one to be drawn over her right shoulder, the other two to be drawn from her sides.

She smiled at the man. �Pretend for a moment that I didn�t know this,� she started.

He blinked, looking confused and excited in one.

�How would you prove those things to me. . ?� she asked, in a sweet voice, taking off her sunglasses.

He grinned, slowly. �I have lots of ways. Which would you prefer, I wonder?�

Her smile softened. �Too bad,� she started, putting her glasses back on.

�What?� His voice hinted that he was about to panic.

�You seem fairly well-built and definitely the type I�ve been looking for.� Starting to walk past him, she finished, �You�re just too old.�

She could almost hear the way he was crushed. When she was almost out of earshot, she could swear he howled the word �no.� It made her chuckle. Poor man, maybe in his younger years she could have easily taken him as her lover.

Continuing her search, she paused at an intersection, looking in every direction but the way she came. To the left she saw a three-man team which only slightly interested her. There was a semi-tall woman with long black hair and near-white eyes. She was talking with an obvious animal-lover, a man with spiky brown hair, red tattoos and a large white dog next to him. The dog looked at her as she noticed the third person, who she guessed was male given the attitude she saw in his pose. But covered almost completely in a long, dark green, hooded jacket, sunglasses, hands in pockets, and capris, his height was the only other hint at his gender.

She saw him pointedly look in her direction, and she looked back for only a moment more before looking in the opposite direction. She didn�t see anybody resembling ninja from that way, and since the way left only had mildly-interesting people, she chose to go straight.

She had taken one step when she heard a clear, �Yo!�

It came from the team�s direction. She stopped and looked that way, saying nothing yet. The dog-lover man was waving his arm at her, and the three of them started towards her. She turned to face them as they reached her.

He went on, �Welcome. You�re here for the Chuunin Exam?� he asked.

She nodded gracefully. �Exactly. I take it you three are native to Konohagakure?�

Two of the three agreed, while the hooded man remained silent.

�I�m Inuzuka Kiba,� the dog-lover introduced. �This is Hyuuga Hinata, and Aburame Shino,� he added, gesturing the girl and man beside him. �Where�s your team?�

�I�m something of a loner,� she replied. �My name is Tasha. My team is. . . I don�t know.�

He looked confused. �You don�t know where they are. . ?�

�Or their names,� she added. �Don�t give me that look,� she blurted as he looked annoyed by that fact. �They hated me first. I�m returning the favor.�

The woman, Hinata, spoke up. �Your team hates you?�

�I�m overpowered,� Tasha explained. �From what I understand, they�re not too happy about that.�

�But surely they don�t hate you,� Kiba was saying.

She scoffed reflexively. �If you ask them, I�m sure they�ll say ��

�Hell yes,� another voice snapped.

She looked over her shoulder. �Ah, sensei. Have fun trying to track me?�

He looked furious. �I told you to stay with us!�

�Well, that�s odd. Wasn�t it you who complained when I was assigned to you?� she asked, in a sweet voice.

�I didn�t see you skipping in cheer,� he retorted.

�Of course not. You�re an asshole.�

He turned red. �So help me, Tasha, if you continue arguing with me, I�ll disqualify you!�

�And disqualify the team by doing so. No, you want those two boys to advance; you wouldn�t compromise that. And so you�re going to give me constant orders to do my best without showing them up, allowing them to go on while subsequently ordering me to give up once the �teamwork� portion is over. I know how you think.�

This time he turned three shades of red. Looking about to explode, he shouted at her, �You are my subordinate and you need to start acting like it!! You�re far too arrogant for your own good!! You have a horrible attitude, you bitch!�

She smiled. �You can ask this Kiba man here; he�ll tell you. . . bitches are the alpha. Maybe you�re the subordinate.� She heard a gasp from behind her, and then she was nudged. She looked down sharply and saw the large white dog beside her, looking up at her with squinted eyes. She felt her smile grow as she pet him.

Looking over her shoulder at Kiba, she said, �You didn�t introduce your dog here.�

�Ah,� he half-stuttered. �That is Akamaru.�

�He seems real nice,� she commented. Her sensei had just about blown his top. Just as she shifted her attention back to the man, Akamaru lifted himself up on his hind legs and pawed at the hilt of her over-the-shoulder sword. It surprised her so much that even as Kiba scolded Akamaru for the motion, she was reaching up to her katana.

She could feel the tension in the air as she did the reach, but she flicked the latch on the hilt, opened it, and withdrew her flute while in shock. Somehow, Akamaru had known it was there. But her music had never drawn anything like a dog or cat before; bugs, small rodents, even a raccoon dog once � never an actual dog. Showing the flute to Akamaru, she said, �This?�

He whined at her and sat in front of her, making small whines that she assumed was dog-speak. Meanwhile, she could tell her sensei was so shocked that his earlier explosion was entirely gone.

He blurted out, �What is that?!�

�It�s a flute,� she replied, flatly, lifting her sunglasses off and drawing them up to rest atop her head.

He growled. �I know it�s a flute, why do you have it?�

�Because it�s my instrument of peace,� she retorted. �It explains why you�ve never seen it.�

Akamaru whined at her again, and Kiba piped up, �He�s asking you to play something.�

The three of them looked fairly confused � that is, Hinata, Kiba, and her sensei. Akamaru was sitting at attention, ears up as high as they would go for being the floppy-eared type. Shino, on the other hand. . . well she couldn�t read his expression at all, if he even had one.

Lifting the flute to her lips, she played a very simple tune, and Akamaru began panting as she did so. She was fascinated that he liked it, hardly noticing when nearby bugs and squirrels and such began appearing around her ankles. The bugs that flew rotated around her head and shoulders, a few landing on her.

And she noticed, from the corner of her eye, that Shino had moved, shifting, and his eyebrows had drawn inwards. Hinata commented, �That�s. . . nice,� weakly, while Tasha�s sensei had his long-awaited explosion.

�You are not supposed to be playing music!� he all but roared.

She glared at him from the corner of her eye. Stopping playing, she turned to face him as he rushed at her, probably intent on hitting her, but she didn�t have a chance to react. Akamaru, as well as a few of the rodents and bugs, turned towards her sensei as well. . . and took up attacking poses.

�Shocked� was a word not quite applicable enough for what she felt. As Akamaru growled and a squirrel launched itself at her sensei, she reacted instinctively, patting Akamaru on the neck to get him to relax, and reaching forward to swoop up the squirrel. She glared again at her sensei, feeling the squirrel hop from its place against her chest to her shoulder, and then over the fence behind her.

Her flute held tightly in her right hand, she reached up and slid it back into its hold within her katana hilt. Locking it into place, she said, �Sensei, be realistic. We can�t start a fight here. It�s rude.�

He fumed, having stopped in surprise when the squirrel and giant dog turned feral at him. �Then do as you�re told. You�re still my underling, girl!�

She narrowed her eyes. �Seeing as how at age seventeen I have ceased the bodily function of growing, I am perfectly an adult and therefore I am not a girl, but a woman who expects to be referred to as such. Now if you have no sense of respect, you can attack, but I will neither begin a fight nor participate in one for as long as we remain in Konohagakure. . . sir.� She added the last bit almost as an insult.

He was still red, or rather, a bit darker of a shade. �Tasha,� he strained through his teeth in a forced whisper, �I have had enough of your disrespect. Now, come here or I�ll have you sent back home for the worst training of your life.�

Eyes still narrowed, she kicked away from the fence and stalked over to her sensei in a walk so slow it was making him turn redder. But upon reaching him, and observing the multiple veins lining his forehead, she said a harsh, �You think I�m afraid of training? I do it for fun.�

Looking over her shoulder, she gave a wave at the three ninja she had met earlier, and the large dog Akamaru. Barely hanging onto his patience, her sensei thrust his arm out, pointing in the direction she was supposed to go.

She wanted to defy him more, but she knew she�d reached his absolute limit. She turned that way, putting her sunglasses back in their place, and glancing over her shoulder at the group once more before she disappeared from sight via a fence. Her sensei walked close behind her, undoubtedly keeping an eye on her �

And undoubtedly feeling triumphant. That feeling wouldn�t last long, when he discovered how she refused to work with her team during the exam. Her entire team was a mistake, and she knew that; she�d do anything she had to in order to make them realize that for as long as they hated her and tried to make her suffer, she�d hold them back.

Her father, after all, would take her side. In his opinion, she was always right, unless she conflicted with his own views. All she had to say is, �Father, my team refuses to work with me, to acknowledge my abilities, and to give me fair share of my profits,� and he�d be on her side of the story. In one way, it was fun; in another, practically blackmail. Her father was so arrogant, like her but in a different way, that he�d most likely turn against everyone not of their clan to prove her worth.

After all, she was his prodigy daughter, who trains all hours of the night, tries and does her best, and sleeps little yet is bursting with energy and beauty. She had skill, grace, knowledge, reflex, agility, logic, tricks, and her favorite part, attraction.

She considered all those things you can�t simply buy or wish for. All of them were characteristics you needed some inborn skill in first, from which you could only improve. And she�s seen, heard of, and been part of plenty of cases in which the skill was not known of until the person tried. Then it appeared, shocked many, and improved to the point of genius.

Perhaps she was no genius, but as long as she kept herself evenly balanced over all those bits and pieces of herself, she saw no reason to be. Looking over her shoulder, she regarded her sensei without expression and without care. Not much longer, she promised herself. I won�t have to put up with this much longer.

She looked ahead again, at the building she recognized as the one they were staying in. Walking inside, she brushed by everyone and found her team�s room, sitting on her futon and immersing herself in meditation.

Tomorrow the Chuunin Exam would begin, but she had no desire to become a Chuunin. Her plan was very simple: she was going to show off pointedly for the Konoha ninja, making them see her worth, so when she decided she would leave her own village, she could easily come here. Perhaps Konoha wouldn�t be so happy to receive a missing nin, but at this point she�d accept whatever they were willing to give.

The first part of the Exam seemed to be waiting in a room with all the other Genin. Some of them were relatively young, but most were over fifteen years. As it was, Tasha felt old to be trying for a Chuunin rank. She should have been here three or four years ago, if only to get the gist of the Exam and some experience in competitions.

If you could even call it that.

Because she had chosen not to wait long, her team � minus sensei � caught up with her in a run and glared at her the entire walk to the building. Being of the first teams to make it there, they had their choice of seats. She chose to let the boys sit together, while she stood off to the side, looking out of the window. As she waited, she glanced at the doors only when she heard them open, and noted Genin teams after Genin teams entering and taking seats. They regarded her as less of a Genin and more of a dangerous watchdog.

Gradually, they seemed to understand that she wasn�t there to terrorize them, as she often gave smiles � especially to the younger participants � and made zero offensive moves. While her �team� continued to glare as though she were going to attack them, she gave them not a glance. It wasn�t until the room was half-filled that she noticed the first high-ranked team enter the room.
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