Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blonde Genius ❯ New Girl ( Chapter 1 )

[Disclaimer] I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters, for which all credit must go to the wonderful Masashi Kishimoto, creator of the series and all it's characters. This fanfiction is TemarixShikamaru-based, but for Temari, I've had to make up a last name. Kazeo is not Temari's real last name.

 

Chapter I - New Girl

 

“You're saying WHAAAAAAAT?!”

 

That had been her response when she'd first heard she had to go to a private boarding school.

Hmpf. Me! Kazeo Temari, to a private school supposedly for `geniuses'! Couldn't Gaara send Kankuro? Or couldn't he have gone himself?!

 

These were the hateful thoughts roaming the blonde-haired fifteen year-old as she swung an enormous carrier-bag over her shoulder. Eyes of the darkest green, almost resembling a devious charcoal, stared into the mirror. A girl with her hair tied into four spiky ponytails(two atop of her head, and two in the back of her neck) was shooting a glare back, a pouting look on her face.

 

So now she was stuck having to go to St. Kitawa's Private School. A glare of which nothing colder or sharper seemed to come to place, was shot back at her bed. There it lay. A uniform. A school uniform, to be precise. It existed out of a plaid skirt of navy and crimson Scottish pattern, hanging just about an inch above knee length. A clear white blouse with the school's symbol sewn onto the chest pocket. A navy necktie had to be worn around the collar, and as a finishing touch, a loose-fitting jacket of the aforementioned navy colour also bearing St. Kitawa's symbol, meant to be worn between classes, or when it was cold.

 

“Hmpf. Good thing I look great in uniforms,” snorted Temari loudly, hoping that either Gaara or Kankuro in the other room of their poorly built apartment would hear it. She knew all too damn well the reason of why she was being sent to that school- but still, the vain Kazeo Temari blamed her two brothers for being the victim of St. Kitawa's. Or rather, the `supposed' geniuses who were the only ones allowed in there.

 

Yeah, right. Like she was some kind of dorky bookworm. And on top of that all, she actually had to live there, sharing a room with one of those nerds!

 

“Temari.” She almost jumped up in surprise when she heard his voice. Dark irises shot over towards the door of her room, where a scarlet-haired boy with unpleasant green eyes and a dark ring of eyeliner only accented those irises.

“G-Gaara!” Exclaimed the blonde-haired female in obvious surprise. She didn't like to admit it, but her younger brother scared her. Kind of.

 

“I thought we've been over this. Out of the three of us, you are most likely to be accepted as a student there.. Despite the fact that you're a dumb blonde.”

The girl grimaced slightly at her sibling's comment. “Yes… I know…”

“Good.” Gaara crossed his arms in front of his chest, “So we have an agreement. You just make sure you fit in there and keep an eye on that Hatake Kakashi-man until I give further orders.”

Temari was tempted to call `yes, commander!' sarcastically, but she knew all too well that she couldn't do that. Not with Gaara. Instead, she gave him a curtly nod.

The red-haired male sighed, “Try not to make too much a fool out of yourself. At least act like your intellectual level can match that of the students.” A pause in which he glared at her bedside clock, “I suggest you get yourself changed into that uniform. You don't want to miss the bus, now do you?”

 

-

 

“This sucks.”

 

Nara Shikamaru tiredly ran a brush through his shoulder-length, raven hair and tied it into a tight, spiky ponytail on the back of his head, like usual. He boredly pulled the navy pants over his rather tall legs and buttoned up the white blouse, complete with leaf-symbol and all, typical for St. Kitawa's. After a short quarrel with his necktie, the fifteen year-old found his way out of the bathroom of his dorm, which he fortunately did not have to share with anyone. Yet.

 

Oh, yes. Despite having an approximate IQ of 200(which would definitely make the boy one of the most intelligent students even here), Shikamaru found all of this to be very troublesome. He did not want to be set out apart from the rest- but forceful parents and constant pleas from St. Kitawa's to join their private school had gotten him ended up here.

 

He glanced in the mirror for a moment where he saw a discontent young boy who would want to be anywhere but here.

“This really. Really. Sucks.” Repeated his hoarse voice quietly as he tied a navy headband bearing a small plate of metal engraved with a leaf symbol, around his right arm. Shikamaru didn't admit it-- but with that thing around his arm, he looked cooler.

A glare at his bed, and the other empty one a few feet to it's right. The dorm existed out of a bathroom with a shower, a toilet and a bathtub, not to mention a large mirror and a medicine closet, plus a larger size closet to hold towels and the likes. Then, there was the main room; It had two large, soft beds standing a few feet from each other, mastodonic windows and two large desks to do one's homework. The dorms were overly large, especially for Shikamaru because he didn't have to share his. However, he made sure to keep it clean and spotless at all times- he hated having to search around for everything.

 

“And so…” A heavy sigh, “another day at St. Kitawa's starts.”

Better get my books and head for the school building before I have to deal with a mass of slow-walking people.

He found himself lost in thoughts as he adjusted his backpack a bit and carefully locked the door of his dorm. However, Shikamaru's pondering was soon interrupted when he was brutally attacked by what felt like a stampede, which knocked him to the ground.. Flat on his face.

 

A stifled “what the hell?!” sounded from the ground as the raven-haired boy sat up and shot a death glare at his attacker, only to raise a slender brow at the girl. Pink-coloured hair of a shoulder-length framed her peach-coloured face and accentuated her pale green eyes.

“Haruno Sakura.. Could've known…” Exclaimed Shikamaru as the girl hauled him back up to his feet. She was always early for school, supposedly because she actually liked studying.

“I'm sorry, alright? No need to be so grumpy!” Replied Sakura, snorting and fiddling with the piece of dark cloth used as a hair band to separate two bangs of pink framing her face, from the rest of her pink-coloured locks.

 

Briskly, she threw her hair back and folded her arms in front of her chest, “And why are you so early?”

The spiky-haired boy shrugged and pocketed his hands casually as they descended the staircase-- sadly, he ran into Sakura quite often, since her dorm was three doors to his right. He hated her constant curiosity… Not to mention the fact that somehow, the conversation always ended up with her ranting about Uchiha Sasuke, and how much she'd wanted him to be in St. Kitawa's as well.

 

“Hey,” the pink-haired girl tugged at his arm as they passed by the bulletin board hanging next to the dormitory building's doors which lead outside.

“What now?” Inquired Shikamaru grumpily. Before he could react, Sakura had almost pushed his nose against the paper where the names and dorm numbers was posted.

“Haruno-san… I know where my dorm is.”

“Will you just shut up and take a good look?” Came the reply.

Shikamaru straightened his posture and sighed. How troublesome. His charcoal eyes travelled to number 139, the number of his dorm. Stated behind it were the names of the inhabitants.

Inhabitants?! You mean.. Two? Not one?

“Dorm 139, Nara Shikamaru… And…” He read out loud, “… And Kazuo Temari? What the hell?!”