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Naruko

Uzumaki Naruto is a very charming guy. In fact, despite what Shikamaru kept saying, Uzumaki Naruto is your perfect lead in an anime and/or manga.

He is head-strong, determined, honest (when it really matters), kind-hearted, forgiving, a promise-keeper, has a knack for changing people and giving the hope and, basically, he is your typical knight-in-shining-armour. Well. Okay, maybe not. But you get the point, right?

So...

So...

So...

So what would happen if he was a girl?

Answer: You would get this:

“WHAT GOOD WILL FLOWER ARRANGEMENT DO WHEN SOMEONE’S TRYING TO SLIT YOUR THROAT!?”

The class winced.

“Young lady!” the Academy Instructor berated, “A kunoichi is someone who holds grace and finesse-”

“Finesse my ass!” a small, 8 year-old girl yelled as she huffed and crossed her arms, “You teach useless things, lady!”

The class of aspiring kunoichi stared at the verbal match with great interest (and slight fear). Their classmate was bringing it with the kind instructor, and they marveled at how- at how… how much of a ruffian the kid was.

She sure had nerve, they all thought as the academy instructor’s face continued to turn into deeper and deeper shades of red.

“I bet you’re all pansies, you lot!” the girl yelled as she mock-imitated a western accent, “Pansies, YAH!” she said, her accent now tinting Hollander.

“That’s it!” the instructor yelled, her voice shrill and her face an interesting shade of red, “You will transfer to the Shinobi Section! I hope Umino tires you dead!”

“Score!” the girl yelled gleefully as she jumped in the air and did a little victory dance.

The instructor huffed as she furiously stalked out of the room… but not before she muttered something almost inaudible if the class was not so silent, “Break time.”

The girls all squealed in delight, and as they rushed out of the room, Uzumaki Naruko grinned for all she was worth, her blue eyes sparkling with life.

"She is a little devil, Hokage-sama!" the shrill Instructor said as she huffed and crossed her arms in front of the Hokage, "she wants to be transferred to the Shinobi Section, and I agree! quite happily! She is brash, impertinent, rude and so rowdy! She is the exact opposite of what a kunoichi is!"

They were in an informal meeting in the Hokage's office. Sarutobi mentally wallowed in woe as he encountered yet another problem with the blonde explosive-note.

This had to stop.

The Hokage could only sigh as the instructor continued to tick all of the ugly behaviour the little 8-year-old could possibly have. He stared at Umino Iruka with his usual indifferent stare, and found, with silent glee, that the scar-faced instructor was staring at his co-worker awkwardly. She continued to count off all of the pranks, disobedience and etc. Naruko had 'comitted' while the Hokage rubbed his beard.

"So, what do you think of this, Iruka-kun?" the Hokage asked, the red-faced instructor sputtered when Sarutobi interrupted her rant.

Iruka looked very uncomfortable, "Er... I..."

Sarutobi stared at him expectantly.

Iruka sighed dejectedly, "I... I accept Uzumaki Naruko in the Shinobi Section..."

Bith the Hokage and the Instructor hid gleeful looks.

"Perfect."

She laughed mischievously as she remembered today’s events; she fingered her long, blonde pigtails. She was finally home, and as she twirled the silky lock of golden blonde, she frowned.

Slurping another cupful of instant Ramen, she continued to mull things over as she grabbed another cup.

Her long hair would just get in the way, she thought, especially if she would be transferring into the Shinobi Section tomorrow.

When she finished her 7th cup, she finally made her decision. Smiling broadly, she ran towards her cupboards, “From this day forth!” she yelled as she raised the glinting object, “Uzumaki Naruko-pigtails will be no more!”

She tugged at the left pigtail, “In her stead,” she ignored pile of blonde locks near her foot as she tightly gripped her other pigtail, “Will be the one known as Uzumaki Naruko! With short hair!”

Golden hair that used to be attached to her 8-year-old body fell from her grasp as Uzumaki Naruko stared smilingly at the pile before her feet.

She nodded with a 'hmph'.

“Good morning, class,” Umino Iruka said as he smiled at the group before him, “Today we have an… er… new student.”

No seemed to be interested in whatever he had to say, but Iruka didn’t really notice, his mind was on other things as he motioned for the blonde standing idly at the doorway.

“This is… er… your new classmate” the chuunin coughed, “Please make her feel comfortable…”

At the mention of the opposite gender, the class’ interest piqued. They stared at the smiling child in front of them with boy-cut hair, deep blue eyes, clad in orange shorts and a white t-shirt, and their thoughts were unison, ‘She’s supposed to be a girl?’

The… person… at the front grinned mischievously, her blue eyes sparkling, “Heh,” she laughed arrogantly as she stared at the class with challenging eyes, “You don’t look tough!”

Umino Iruka sighed when the girl pointed a finger at the class.

“I’m Uzumaki Naruko! And I’ll kick all of your asses! Dattebayo!”

All hell broke loose.

Hey! Sorry guys, but I really have no promises on this one. I'm not totally serious with this story (but I think the plot line is rather good). I'll update real slow, if ever, and the writing will be crappy, the chapters will be short.

But if you liked it, I might change my mind.

I aim to please, I'm a prick that way.

Anyway, you might get a little shocked with what I have in mind for this story.

This is Driven signing out.