A shinobi is a high school student like an other
Chronicles from a ‘not your average student’ live.
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One day, the walls in the training and lockers part of the HQ must has been done in the same tones as the rest of the building, white walls, white tiles and green doors - colors that remind a bit too much of the hospital wing. I don’t like more than that to be reminded of the hospital when I go nothing to do there. The job makes us have to visit this wing a lot more than we would like to.
It’s maybe for this reason that not a single square centimeter of wall is devoid of marks. The walls are covered with small drawings, names of people dead in mission, graffiti supposed be our masks, pictures of teams, or of the few kids some of us have.
I’ve even seen sutras – in front of the exit door of the second training room. The whole wall is covered with them.
Sandaime has never said anything about this habit, just like the formers bosses. I think one of the masks drawn in the North corridor was done by him. Well, that's what Sensei told me.
So it didn’t surprise me anymore than that this evening, when I saw a guy writing something next to the main men lockers' door. He was dressed just like anyone in here, with dark clothes – only the guys who were going on missions bothered with the uniform – mask pulled up o the head and busy writing - just under a photography. Then he slowly touched the picture, like a farewell.
I recognized this move. My hand reached almost unconsciously to my left eye, hidden under the gray hair and mask. I’ve had already done it too many times – I had too many people to remember.
A team hadn’t made it today. The risks of the job.
He slowly parted from the wall, stretching himself, then the light fell directly on him. That, that was unusual.
I knew some of us had jobs, mainly to keep an ear on every kind of information. I had already wondered if some others were in the same situation as me ; shinobi by night, and student by day.
Here was the answer.
In the HQ corridor was no other than Mini-mammoth-in-the-school-corridors-Zab
He made a move of head in my direction before going his way, I nodded back and I left to find Sensei - after having swallowed the news.
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A few days after this ‘discovery’, at the end of the classes, as I was going my way to take the city bus, I fell nearly nose to nose with the one and unique guy who couldn’t stop from chewing his favorite weapon, even in the middle of a fight – I could testify – one of the few guys beside me I knew leaded a double life, one of the guys I trusted with my life – at least in a fight - , a member of my rarely used team. I call Genma Shiranui. Or Shiranui Genma. Well, never mind.
He was calmly parked in the student car park, and was waiting without being obvious, sitting on the bonnet of his car.
“Genma? Whatcha doing here ?”My eyebrow must had reached the middle of my forehead.
“Nice to see you too!” He waved cheerfully. I looked at him some more. He sighed.
“Rah, you’re really impossible… I’m socializing Kakashi, I’m socializing. Climb in.” He followed his own demand, accompanying it with a hand gesture.
“ I got to warn you: your definition of socializing differ slightly from mine, as I’ve seen the last time you’ve said so to Raidou and Sensei. I’m not in the mood to drink today.”
“ ‘Kashii, loose a bit! Oh, isn’t Momochi in your class?”
Momochi, as in “Momochi Zabuza there’s-an-other-nin-in your-school-oups-we-forgot-to-tell-you”.
“ … Why?” I asked him, on my guard, when I seated myself in the dead’s seat.
At the same time, the big guy crossed the road before the car park toward the bus stops, and Genma got out of the car, waving in the same manner as before.
“Momochi!”
Zabuza lifted a non-existent eyebrow, then got carefully closer from the car.
“Shiranui. Hatake.”
“Get in! We’re gonna socialize!”
The second eyebrow met the first. I translated, looking like ‘I don’t give a damn’ behind my hair and the lowered window.
“He means we’re gonna get drunk enough to roll under the table.”
“No, but really ‘Kashi! Among teammates and colleagues, we got to know each other a little more better!”
On this, my expression joined Zabuza’s one ( Teammates ? What’s going on there? ), but before being able to make a single move, he had already been forcefully dragged by a Genma decidedly on high spirits today.
As the battered car which was staying in one piece by hopes and prayers – and the incredible stubbornness of his owner, at least in my opinion – was leaving the car park and was jolty going toward streets invaded by the five o’clock rush, an interrogation made its way.
“ And if we’re called?” made the students in chorus. I glanced at Zabuza, who glanced back.
“Geez, relax guys! We’re not gonna be called since Yondaime gave us his blessings, he said that was a great idea…”
“ Wait a sec'…Yondaime? Blessings?”
“ You’re stingy in civilian Kakashi! You didn’t know everybody called your sensei ‘Yondaime’? He’s running for the title… and, yeah, blessings ‘cause we’ve got a fourth member in our tiny semi-official team, YOUHOU! WELCOME!” Genma addressed to Zabuza a big wave in the rear-view mirror before going on. “ And then we’re going to celebrate that…”
“With your socialization thing.”
“Exactly.”
Zabuza, in the back, was watching the scene. Then he shook his head. Me too. I think I would have been grateful to have been informed about that before Genma decided to take the matter in his hands. Sensei, we gotta talk.
“Okay, I stopped wondering why you’re called ‘The Infernal Team’…”
“… ‘The Infernal Team’?!”
“ Yeap,” answered cheerfully Genma as my eyebrows threatened to rejoin my hair. “That’s us! I suppose you’ve already meet Raidou?”
“Not that hard… He must be the saner of the two…” I muttered against the wind coming in by the lowered window.
“I’m not deaf Hatake!”
“Oh? That’s a première!”
Glaring contest.
“Must be the first time I hear you talk so much Hatake.”
I half-twisted in my seat, the eyebrow of my visible eye lifted as much as possible.
“ You’re not going to begin that you too…”
Genma made a sound half way between a laugh and a cough.
“ This is all very well, but got any bar preferences Momochi? Not point in asking that to Kakashi, he never get his head out of the HQ beside for his classes…”
“Hey!”
“You’re not gonna tell me I’m lying?”
Zabuza’s face was clearly telling : ‘In the names of all the kami that still listen, where in the hell have I landed ?” Then he shrugged it off, taking things as they were coming.
“The ‘Akuma’?”
Genma ceased momentarily to chew the senbon he had taken from the glove compartment when starting his car to look at Zabuza in the rear view mirror.
“ You’re sure about that?”
“… There’s a problem with this bar?”
“… no, no… I’m just afraid for my ribs…”
Genma’s fears were justified. As soon as he stepped in the bar/restaurant/night club/ anything you wanted, a woman as tall as him flung her arms round him, hugging him tightly enough to cut his breathing.
“My Genma! Why didn’t you came sooner!! You know perfectly I hate when you’re unfaithful to me!”
I laughed. Real hard. To myself.
Apparently Genma was as much a regular of the place as Zabuza… not that a difficult task to achieve, Genma was a regular customer of every bar in Konoha. I’m not counting the ones in the closer towns. The woman loosed a bit her bear-like hug, winked at Zabuza and glanced in my direction. Enough said.
“Sit down my littles, sit down!!”
She gestured toward a table on the side, and letting us just enough time to sit, she asked our orders.
“Alcohol free,” I said.
“Same,” said Zabuza.
“I can’t believe it! I though I’ve learned you how to drink ‘Kashi! And Momochi, you can’t possibly pretend you don’t know how to drink!”
“Precisely.”
Genma stared at us, left speechless by our double answer. Then, slowy, very slowy, he began to pray under his breathe.
“Kamis please, not a second Hatake please…”
I lifted a corner of lips in what could pass for a smirk. For what the other would be able to see between the light and my collar…
“I believe Sensei know what he’s doing huh? Hey, Momochi, welcome in the insane ward.”
Zabuza was smirking too.
“Hm, not sure I should say ‘thanks’…”
Genma was looking from me to Zabuza just as if he had been dumped in his own personal hell, with a rather stupid expression plastered on his face… He had even forgot to chew on his metal stick.
At some point, the scary woman had left, saying our order would came quickly.
The ‘our order will come quickly’ summarized itself with a quickly put down tray and a choking hug made on Momochi Zabuza by one meter sixty on heels, forty-five kilos, Chinese style dress and black hair in a bun.
“Zabi!! You could have warned me you would pass by!!”
“Sorry, it wasn’t planned…”
“No need to be sorry, now that I got you early, I’m not going to let you go!”
“May I breath?”
Genma was looking the display with a lifted eyebrow. Me, I stopped wondering why Zabuza asked for this bar among the others. The… girl seated herself next to him, nearly on his lap. Genma found back his voice.
“Hey, care to do the introduction ‘Zabi’?”
The death glare sent his way promised that if this particular name ever came out again from his throat, Genma's integrality would suffer - physical and male, the integrality.
“Haku, Hatake Kakashi and Shiranui Genma. Hatake, Shiranui, Haku.”
“Nice to meet you miss.”
I hid a laugh in my glass. This corner of the room maybe wasn’t all that well light and Haku was indeed sexy, but I couldn’t believe Genma would have fell head first in the trap.
Zabuza and Haku weren’t bothering to hid their laughter.
“Bah? What did I say?”
“Genma, not only you’re deaf, but you’re blind too. I begin to wonder what you’re still doing on the job…”
“Hey don’t begin with that kid!”
Haku managed to gulp back some air, and lifting an artistically painted nail, said: “There’s one thing to put right: I’m not a girl.”
Genma’s face was just too fun to pass. I couldn’t hold back a snicker. He gulped down his drink and sat it back loudly.
“This was so not a good idea…”
“What? The socialization thing? Wait ‘til I tell Raidou about…”
“It’ll fall straight in the Gossip Vine…”
Zabuza and I exchanged machiavellian looks. Genma fell head first on the table. We crossed the table to do a high five while laughing.
“First test: passed. You managed to overkill Genma on first try.”
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Zabuza was really a great guy, once you knew him.
Good fighter, amazing strength but discretion guaranteed. The kind of guy to trust to have your back when on the job, undetectable even with his mammoth-size whenever he wanted to.
We didn’t ask him what had happened for him to come in our squad, and he didn’t ask why there was a free place in the team - a quiet guy.
It was strange at the beginning. I wasn’t used anymore to be able to trust someone else than Genma, Raidou, Sensei and my own face. I was getting used to solo missions.
We ‘socialized’ - Genma-like and traditional-like too. We had to still be able to follow classes, without headache or other inappropriate stuff happening.
If we weren’t friends, at least we could talk to each other - as much as guys talk.
I saw Haku more often too. He liked me apparently. He forced me to stay for dinner sometimes at their place – they were living together in an apartment in town.
I learned a bit more about them too. By coincidence, they were both coming from Kiri, and left it without their families. Most of the time, they were already six feet under, because of the diverse local troubles and the fact they were both from known old ninja families.
Zabuza had entered Konoha’s ninjas five years after me, and Haku was working undercover in the ‘Akuma’ for the Information department.
I think we end up being friends after all.
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One day, the walls in the training and lockers part of the HQ must has been done in the same tones as the rest of the building, white walls, white tiles and green doors - colors that remind a bit too much of the hospital wing. I don’t like more than that to be reminded of the hospital when I go nothing to do there. The job makes us have to visit this wing a lot more than we would like to.
It’s maybe for this reason that not a single square centimeter of wall is devoid of marks. The walls are covered with small drawings, names of people dead in mission, graffiti supposed be our masks, pictures of teams, or of the few kids some of us have.
I’ve even seen sutras – in front of the exit door of the second training room. The whole wall is covered with them.
Sandaime has never said anything about this habit, just like the formers bosses. I think one of the masks drawn in the North corridor was done by him. Well, that's what Sensei told me.
So it didn’t surprise me anymore than that this evening, when I saw a guy writing something next to the main men lockers' door. He was dressed just like anyone in here, with dark clothes – only the guys who were going on missions bothered with the uniform – mask pulled up o the head and busy writing - just under a photography. Then he slowly touched the picture, like a farewell.
I recognized this move. My hand reached almost unconsciously to my left eye, hidden under the gray hair and mask. I’ve had already done it too many times – I had too many people to remember.
A team hadn’t made it today. The risks of the job.
He slowly parted from the wall, stretching himself, then the light fell directly on him. That, that was unusual.
I knew some of us had jobs, mainly to keep an ear on every kind of information. I had already wondered if some others were in the same situation as me ; shinobi by night, and student by day.
Here was the answer.
In the HQ corridor was no other than Mini-mammoth-in-the-school-corridors-Zab
He made a move of head in my direction before going his way, I nodded back and I left to find Sensei - after having swallowed the news.
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A few days after this ‘discovery’, at the end of the classes, as I was going my way to take the city bus, I fell nearly nose to nose with the one and unique guy who couldn’t stop from chewing his favorite weapon, even in the middle of a fight – I could testify – one of the few guys beside me I knew leaded a double life, one of the guys I trusted with my life – at least in a fight - , a member of my rarely used team. I call Genma Shiranui. Or Shiranui Genma. Well, never mind.
He was calmly parked in the student car park, and was waiting without being obvious, sitting on the bonnet of his car.
“Genma? Whatcha doing here ?”My eyebrow must had reached the middle of my forehead.
“Nice to see you too!” He waved cheerfully. I looked at him some more. He sighed.
“Rah, you’re really impossible… I’m socializing Kakashi, I’m socializing. Climb in.” He followed his own demand, accompanying it with a hand gesture.
“ I got to warn you: your definition of socializing differ slightly from mine, as I’ve seen the last time you’ve said so to Raidou and Sensei. I’m not in the mood to drink today.”
“ ‘Kashii, loose a bit! Oh, isn’t Momochi in your class?”
Momochi, as in “Momochi Zabuza there’s-an-other-nin-in your-school-oups-we-forgot-to-tell-you”.
“ … Why?” I asked him, on my guard, when I seated myself in the dead’s seat.
At the same time, the big guy crossed the road before the car park toward the bus stops, and Genma got out of the car, waving in the same manner as before.
“Momochi!”
Zabuza lifted a non-existent eyebrow, then got carefully closer from the car.
“Shiranui. Hatake.”
“Get in! We’re gonna socialize!”
The second eyebrow met the first. I translated, looking like ‘I don’t give a damn’ behind my hair and the lowered window.
“He means we’re gonna get drunk enough to roll under the table.”
“No, but really ‘Kashi! Among teammates and colleagues, we got to know each other a little more better!”
On this, my expression joined Zabuza’s one ( Teammates ? What’s going on there? ), but before being able to make a single move, he had already been forcefully dragged by a Genma decidedly on high spirits today.
As the battered car which was staying in one piece by hopes and prayers – and the incredible stubbornness of his owner, at least in my opinion – was leaving the car park and was jolty going toward streets invaded by the five o’clock rush, an interrogation made its way.
“ And if we’re called?” made the students in chorus. I glanced at Zabuza, who glanced back.
“Geez, relax guys! We’re not gonna be called since Yondaime gave us his blessings, he said that was a great idea…”
“ Wait a sec'…Yondaime? Blessings?”
“ You’re stingy in civilian Kakashi! You didn’t know everybody called your sensei ‘Yondaime’? He’s running for the title… and, yeah, blessings ‘cause we’ve got a fourth member in our tiny semi-official team, YOUHOU! WELCOME!” Genma addressed to Zabuza a big wave in the rear-view mirror before going on. “ And then we’re going to celebrate that…”
“With your socialization thing.”
“Exactly.”
Zabuza, in the back, was watching the scene. Then he shook his head. Me too. I think I would have been grateful to have been informed about that before Genma decided to take the matter in his hands. Sensei, we gotta talk.
“Okay, I stopped wondering why you’re called ‘The Infernal Team’…”
“… ‘The Infernal Team’?!”
“ Yeap,” answered cheerfully Genma as my eyebrows threatened to rejoin my hair. “That’s us! I suppose you’ve already meet Raidou?”
“Not that hard… He must be the saner of the two…” I muttered against the wind coming in by the lowered window.
“I’m not deaf Hatake!”
“Oh? That’s a première!”
Glaring contest.
“Must be the first time I hear you talk so much Hatake.”
I half-twisted in my seat, the eyebrow of my visible eye lifted as much as possible.
“ You’re not going to begin that you too…”
Genma made a sound half way between a laugh and a cough.
“ This is all very well, but got any bar preferences Momochi? Not point in asking that to Kakashi, he never get his head out of the HQ beside for his classes…”
“Hey!”
“You’re not gonna tell me I’m lying?”
Zabuza’s face was clearly telling : ‘In the names of all the kami that still listen, where in the hell have I landed ?” Then he shrugged it off, taking things as they were coming.
“The ‘Akuma’?”
Genma ceased momentarily to chew the senbon he had taken from the glove compartment when starting his car to look at Zabuza in the rear view mirror.
“ You’re sure about that?”
“… There’s a problem with this bar?”
“… no, no… I’m just afraid for my ribs…”
Genma’s fears were justified. As soon as he stepped in the bar/restaurant/night club/ anything you wanted, a woman as tall as him flung her arms round him, hugging him tightly enough to cut his breathing.
“My Genma! Why didn’t you came sooner!! You know perfectly I hate when you’re unfaithful to me!”
I laughed. Real hard. To myself.
Apparently Genma was as much a regular of the place as Zabuza… not that a difficult task to achieve, Genma was a regular customer of every bar in Konoha. I’m not counting the ones in the closer towns. The woman loosed a bit her bear-like hug, winked at Zabuza and glanced in my direction. Enough said.
“Sit down my littles, sit down!!”
She gestured toward a table on the side, and letting us just enough time to sit, she asked our orders.
“Alcohol free,” I said.
“Same,” said Zabuza.
“I can’t believe it! I though I’ve learned you how to drink ‘Kashi! And Momochi, you can’t possibly pretend you don’t know how to drink!”
“Precisely.”
Genma stared at us, left speechless by our double answer. Then, slowy, very slowy, he began to pray under his breathe.
“Kamis please, not a second Hatake please…”
I lifted a corner of lips in what could pass for a smirk. For what the other would be able to see between the light and my collar…
“I believe Sensei know what he’s doing huh? Hey, Momochi, welcome in the insane ward.”
Zabuza was smirking too.
“Hm, not sure I should say ‘thanks’…”
Genma was looking from me to Zabuza just as if he had been dumped in his own personal hell, with a rather stupid expression plastered on his face… He had even forgot to chew on his metal stick.
At some point, the scary woman had left, saying our order would came quickly.
The ‘our order will come quickly’ summarized itself with a quickly put down tray and a choking hug made on Momochi Zabuza by one meter sixty on heels, forty-five kilos, Chinese style dress and black hair in a bun.
“Zabi!! You could have warned me you would pass by!!”
“Sorry, it wasn’t planned…”
“No need to be sorry, now that I got you early, I’m not going to let you go!”
“May I breath?”
Genma was looking the display with a lifted eyebrow. Me, I stopped wondering why Zabuza asked for this bar among the others. The… girl seated herself next to him, nearly on his lap. Genma found back his voice.
“Hey, care to do the introduction ‘Zabi’?”
The death glare sent his way promised that if this particular name ever came out again from his throat, Genma's integrality would suffer - physical and male, the integrality.
“Haku, Hatake Kakashi and Shiranui Genma. Hatake, Shiranui, Haku.”
“Nice to meet you miss.”
I hid a laugh in my glass. This corner of the room maybe wasn’t all that well light and Haku was indeed sexy, but I couldn’t believe Genma would have fell head first in the trap.
Zabuza and Haku weren’t bothering to hid their laughter.
“Bah? What did I say?”
“Genma, not only you’re deaf, but you’re blind too. I begin to wonder what you’re still doing on the job…”
“Hey don’t begin with that kid!”
Haku managed to gulp back some air, and lifting an artistically painted nail, said: “There’s one thing to put right: I’m not a girl.”
Genma’s face was just too fun to pass. I couldn’t hold back a snicker. He gulped down his drink and sat it back loudly.
“This was so not a good idea…”
“What? The socialization thing? Wait ‘til I tell Raidou about…”
“It’ll fall straight in the Gossip Vine…”
Zabuza and I exchanged machiavellian looks. Genma fell head first on the table. We crossed the table to do a high five while laughing.
“First test: passed. You managed to overkill Genma on first try.”
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Zabuza was really a great guy, once you knew him.
Good fighter, amazing strength but discretion guaranteed. The kind of guy to trust to have your back when on the job, undetectable even with his mammoth-size whenever he wanted to.
We didn’t ask him what had happened for him to come in our squad, and he didn’t ask why there was a free place in the team - a quiet guy.
It was strange at the beginning. I wasn’t used anymore to be able to trust someone else than Genma, Raidou, Sensei and my own face. I was getting used to solo missions.
We ‘socialized’ - Genma-like and traditional-like too. We had to still be able to follow classes, without headache or other inappropriate stuff happening.
If we weren’t friends, at least we could talk to each other - as much as guys talk.
I saw Haku more often too. He liked me apparently. He forced me to stay for dinner sometimes at their place – they were living together in an apartment in town.
I learned a bit more about them too. By coincidence, they were both coming from Kiri, and left it without their families. Most of the time, they were already six feet under, because of the diverse local troubles and the fact they were both from known old ninja families.
Zabuza had entered Konoha’s ninjas five years after me, and Haku was working undercover in the ‘Akuma’ for the Information department.
I think we end up being friends after all.
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