Seven Years Later

I walked to the Academy, head down. I actually can't believe that I've managed to stay in one village so long. Though, I hadn't made any friends. Even Naruto gave up on me after awhile.

Over the years, I had developed other abilities. I now have a wingspan of about twelve feet. I was able to fly, (duh), read and control minds, become invisible if I stand still or move slowly, could mimic any voice, and I can heal quickly. I had better hearing and eyesight then most people. I was a freak.

After all these years, I felt as though I was slowly recovering from my past. But at the same time I wanted to cling to my cold shell of protection. This was a new life, a new day. Should I really let the past shape my future?

I arrived at the door of the classroom and pushed it open. No one even glance my way. But as I was walking, somebody stuck a foot out and tripped me. My stuff went sprawling. I picked up my notes and pencil case, used to the behavior, but panicked slightly when I couldn't find my song book.

Where is it? I thought, frantically crawling along the ground, searching for it. I then knocked into somebody's feet, and slowly looked up. It was Ino. "Looking for this?" She asks snidely. I give her my meanest glare and hold my hand out.

No one expects me to defend myself, out loud, at least. I haven't spoken in this classroom since my first day here. "I wonder what's inside here," She muses aloud, "you're always scribbling in it..." My songs. Hundreds, no, thousands have been written in there.

"How about I read this aloud to the class, hmm?" She teases. My hair was in my face, and I peeked out of it, glaring. I knew she could feel the power of my glare, but she had long since learned not to look me in the eye. She wouldn't be able to keep her resolve if she did.

She attempted to open it, but failed. I had made it so you had to run my chakra through it to open. But that didn't mean it couldn't be destroyed, which I knew from my mind reading she was planning on doing next.

"Ino," I said, voice clear and emotionless. Everyone was silenced and turned to stare at me, the girl who never spoke. They probably couldn't believe their ears. "give me back my book..." I paused, ready to drive home my final four words. "Or I'll kill you."

She stuttered, "Uh, I, b-b, er, I," She dropped the book in her fear as she backed up, pressed against a desk. I slowly bent over to pick it up, movements purposeful and precise. "I-I-I was t-totally in t-the w-wrong. I'm s-so s-s-sorry. It'll n-never happen again, I-I swear."

I walked towards her, emotionless and deadly. The fear grew in her eyes, she pants for breath, and her knees knock together. I grew closer, and closer... and brushed right by her to my seat, not giving her a second glance.

She collapsed on her bench in relief, holding her stuttering heart. Everyone was staring at me, muttering things to their friends. Thanks to my advanced hearing and mind reading, I knew it wasn't pleasant.

"What a freak."

"She was totally terrorizing Ino-san."

"If I wasn't so scared of her I would report her."

Then, there was what people refused to say out loud.

Kami, I wish she would just die.

I would go back to the academy if she was on my team.

I don't understand why she's allowed to become a ninja. She's not even one of us!

But one thought made me smile slightly.

Hn. I always thought she was weak. But she stood up to Ino without batting an eye!

I looked around. Naruto, nor the teacher was here. I opened my mind, searching for him. Then I found his mind. Heehee. That'll show them! AH!!! Iruka-sensei! I opened my eyes, smirking internally. He must have pulled another prank.

I felt Iruka and Naruto's minds approaching the door. (AN- She can't sense chakra yet, but she can read minds so she can sense their minds coming closer.) I looked to the door, just in time to see Iruka slam it open and throw Naruto inside.

"I'm at the end of my rope, Naruto! You failed the graduation test last time, and the time before that! Tomorrow you've got another chance, and your messing up again!" Iruka-sensei lectured.

"Hmph!" Naruto turned his head away.

"FINE!" Iruka shouted, "Because you missed it, Naruto, everyone will review the transformation Jutsu!" Everyone groaned and complained. I nearly did to, but for a different reason. THey were complaining because they thought it was hard, and they might mess up. Me? Because I was wondering how many times we can go over the same stupid jutsu.

We all lined up. Sakura was up first. "Alright, Sakura here, let's do it!" Was she talking to herself? "Transform!" She turned into a passable replication of Iruka.

"Transformed into me? Good." Iruka said, sounding bored, and slightly tired of her sucking up to him.

"Yes! I did it!" She exclaimed in a girly tone. But inside her head, I heard her thinking, I kicked butt! I lowered my head to hide a smirk. I honestly could say I liked the inner Sakura. While she could be a little... aggressive, she never failed to be amusing.

"Sasuke, did you see that!?!" She asked, trying to get him to acknowledge her. It was a terrible attempt to catch his attention.

"Next." Iruka cut off, before she could embarrass herself further. "Sasuke Uchiha!" Sasuke took his hands out of his pocket, strolling forward as though he had all the time in the world. While Iruka was still writing, he transformed, not even bothering to say the jutsu's name.

"Uh, okay." He said. Sasuke transformed back, hands in his pockets in his 'I'm cool' pose. "Next! Naruto Uzumaki!" Naruto had his hands on his hips, glaring at the ground.

"This is a total waste of time, Naruto." Shikamaru said lazily. Everything's a waste of time for you, Shikamaru. I thought.

"Yeah! We always pay for your screw ups!" There's Ino, feeling the need to butt in with her annoying voice. Have you ever wanted to murder someone, so badly that you are literally planning it in your head, then you remember, oh, yeah, It's illegal. That's how I feel, every single time I look at Ino.

"Like I care," Naruto says in an annoyed, beaten voice. He stomps up, a surly look on his face. Suddenly, I hear in my head, Naruto... do your best! I look around, and notice Hinata blushing. I always knew she liked him. I personally found it painfully obvious

"Transform!" Naruto growled. I shook my head. The chakra was literally spilling out of him, he had no idea how to control it. There was a huge puff of smoke, and a naked lady was standing there, clouds covering... yeah.

Iruka stared, then flung backwards from the power of his nosebleed. The girl disappeared, leaving a laughing Naruto in her place. "Gotcha! That's my sexy jutsu!"

An enraged Iruka stood back up. "Cut the stupid tricks! This is your last warning!" He shouted. I looked at him quizzically. Naruto did the jutsu perfectly. It may have been inappropriate, but he did transform into someone else. It's not his fault you didn't say what to transform into.

Naruto scampered back into his place in line, and I stepped forward before he could call my name. I held up my hands into the correct signs, and transformed into Iruka, without saying anything. I even held a clipboard in my hand.

I was like a mirror. When he looked up, I looked up. He raised a hand, and I raised a matching hand. "It's perfect," We said in unison, "You even have my voice totally correct..." I poofed back, walking away to my seat, but could feel his shocked eyes on my back nevertheless.

I diligently took notes for the rest of class, and then was dismissed. I quickly ran to my training ground. No one was ever there. It was also far enough away that I could sing, talk, do whatever I want without being caught. I began my warm up.

Twenty four laps... go! I hit the timer, and began to do alternating jogs, sprints, and walks. Each lap was an eighth of a mile, so in total it would be three miles. I finished in fifteen minutes, panting slightly.

I then began pushups, pull ups, sit ups, kicks and punches. Tai jutsu was first, then ninjutsu, then genjutsu. I would also practice my 'special abilities.' I finished my taijutsu training and took a drink of water from the water bottle I had brought. I also practiced flying, evasive maneuvers. With my mind control, I made a squirrel climb up on my shoulder.

I practiced throwing and mimicking my voice. That was actually kind of fun. I then practiced my invisibility. I stood in the shadow of a tree, taking deep, even breaths. I didn't truly become invisible, it's more like I faded into the background. For example, if I was standing in the middle of a sunny field, I couldn't disappear.

I then practiced my jutsus. Sadly, I didn't know very many. I began with the clone jutsu, then transformation, substitution. Then I started to work on more specialized jutsu. Water Style, Lightning Style, and Wind style were my three main elements. I haven't attempted the other two styles yet.

I practiced my Water style, Water Tsunami. That was the only water style I knew. I also practiced my lightning release and wind release. Then, I began practicing what I had been working on for quite a while now. Controlling the weather.

What I specifically wanted to do is create a tornado. It would involve all three of my releases. I worked for maybe five hours on it before I succeeded. It was weak, but was definitely a success. It was a dark cloud, spinning at huge speeds. Anything it hit was soaked, and after being soaked would be electrified by the lightning sparking within the tornado.

I collapsed, happy with myself. Sometimes it paid off to be insomniac. You have all night to train. THat's how I was so much more advanced than everybody.

I decided to work on my songs, and wrote one about the bullies in our school. About Naruto. About Sasuke, who everyone thought they understood and everyone loved, but no one asked if he was okay.

About me. And about... I couldn't even remember who it was. I just remember how outraged I felt at his mistreatment. (AN- She forgot about Gaara.) I wish I could sing this to the class.

Maybe I will sing it to them... on the day we are to be assigned teams. Then I would never have to see any of their ugly faces again. It would be like... my last goodbye, my last slap to their face. The one time I tell someone exactly how I feel.

I smile slightly at the thought, and then begin training once more.

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