Raven's pov

"You sure you can walk?" Ibiki questioned, raising a brow. I glared back dryly. Albeit, he doesn't know I have to demons sealed inside of me. Though at times I do think they'll eventually be the death of me. It would be ironic for the two things that saved me several times to be the ultimate cause of my death in the end, but somehow not all that surprising. Especially considering how much they argue. One day I'm going to suffer the backlash of their conflict.

"Rude." Kuro chimed.

"I'm offended." Igneous agreed. I sighed.

"Yeah, I've got this in the bag." I assure the man who'd nearly beat me to death in a cave. I may look like shit, but these two idiots give me an abundance of chakra. The day I die from chakra exhaustion will be a day to behold, truly. Now I've just got to go to this exam and pass, because I really don't have the money not to. But I also don't go back on bets.

"Alright. Don't die, brat." Ibiki said flippantly. I shrugged, even though I'm totally going to win this thing. However, all the money is probably going to soap. Considering how... well, it's Igneous. He's a cunning demon, even if he's not trying to get to rain hell down upon this earth like one might expect a hellish being of his sort to. 

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before." I shrugged him off. "I'm going to win this."

"Doubtful." 

"You know, you can shove your rainy disposition and your fat, bald head right up your-"

He gave me a look. Not any particular sort of look that I can accurately described, but it let me know that this conversation was over. I huffed, a bit of smoke billowing past my lips. It dissipated into nothing before he could really take note of it or process it. Or at least, I hope it did. It wasn't a lot, but knowing my luck he's probably about to go report me to the Hokage right this moment.

I gave a mock bow, dodging a punch over the head and darting off towards the academy. I didn't go through all that training just to be late and miss the damn thing. That would be the definition of anticlimactic, and this is me we're talking about. My whole life has been an underwhelming, downhill battle that typically ends with me wondering how the hell I got here in the first place and why I was born. Not to mention the fact that I've got two demons sealed in me. Who on God's green Earth thought that was a good idea? Satan?

I darted straight past the receptionist. I barely missed the spray of coffee that escaped her mouth as she stared after me with wide eyes and an unhinged jaw. I decided to shrug it off. I haven't seen the full of my dashing appearance, but it can't be all that good based on the reactions I've been getting. A shame, really. How many people have missed out on my charming personality simply because they're afraid of my appearance?

I walked into Iruka's classroom, praying to the heaven't above that I wasn't late. Pretty much everyone turned to me, a few going pale. Some didn't really care, raising a brow and looking me over before going back to what they were doing before. I offered a shrug to those who bothered to gape, as though that actually explained things. Looking down at myself, it wasn't good.

My right side was ultimately dominated by blood. That was probably due to my arm, which Ibiki oh-so-kindly bandaged for my sorry old self. The other side was a lot of dirt. I've always had the bad habit of trying to land on my non-dominant side if at all possible, so I've got some mud caked onto that shoulder especially. Other than that, I'm covered in bruises and a thin layer of rock dust from that stupid cave. I think my new bandages are the only clean thing about me.

"R-Raven?" Iruka finally managed to squeak out.

"It's not all my blood." I responded simply, like an idiot. Iruka stared at me in a way that showed he was rather dumbfounded. That makes two of us.

"Do you... need a hospital?" He asked hesitantly. Is it possible that he's scared of me? I wouldn't really blame him if he was. I scare even myself sometimes. God knows Kuro and Igneous wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole if they weren't already sealed inside me. They've said as much before.

"...Probably not." I speculated. Based on my heightened rate of healing, I estimate that I won't need stitches. Not that I can't do those myself anyway. I could always cauterize the wound if I needed to. 

"Right... well, take your seat... then..." Iruka sounded like he was contemplating calling the authorities. If I could see myself, I'm sure my reaction would be rather similar. I decided to just roll with it, shuffling to my seat next to Naruto. If a SWAT team wants to break in and take me down for looking like a bag of shit, I'm not going to complain.

"What happened to you?" The blonde raised an eyebrow, but looked less perturbed than most of the class. I glanced back to see Shikamaru eyeing me with weary concern. Hopefully he doesn't tell his mother. I'd never be able to get the woman off my back if that happened.

"It's a long story, but all I can say is that you should avoid caves. At all costs. Especially if there's a bald man inside." I stressed. He seemed to take me seriously enough, nodding in agreement. At least someone takes me at my word around here. Igneous and Kuro can literally tell when I'm lying, and yet they still find it in themselves to laugh at me in disbelief.

"You look like shit." Sasuke grumbled, ever the charmer. However, I also couldn't argue with that. I really and truly do look like the garbage at the bottom of the barrel right now. Garbage ready to be thrown in the incinerator. I offered the Uchiha a nod, and he nodded back. Mutual understanding between two assholes. Wonderful.

"Raven, you're up first." Iruka seemed to realize. Given my lack of a surname, I should have seen that coming. Can't alphabetize something that doesn't exist! I gave a sigh and stood right back up. I don't know why I bother. As if life is ever going to let me actually sit back and relax for once in my sorry life. When was the last time I actually slept well? When I was an infant? Even then, I don't think it was sound.

I followed Iruka into a room where a white-haired man sat. The smile he was wearing was too wide and cheerful to be weird. It was like he'd plastered an unfaltering expression onto his face and expected people to buy it. At least Iruka's facial features move when he expresses emotions, as most people do. This person just... it's as though they've got some sort of mask on, and I don't like that. It scuffs up way too many memories. 

"Right, so you must be Raven!" The fake man chirped, not batting an eye at my shitty appearance. Mildly concerning that he wouldn't find a child covered in blood concerning, but who am I to judge? "You're going to need to make three clones." 

I did the hand signs I'd memorized not hours earlier. Ram, snake, and tiger. I held my breath and waited for a brief moment before a trio of poof sounds caught my attention. I glanced cautiously to see three copies of myself standing idly by, looking just as bored as I felt. I let out a breath. Wow, more than one of me? I guess hell does exist.

"Excellent! You pass!" Iruka exclaimed, sounding triumphant. I blinked. That was... easy. Okay, is there a written test I'm supposed to take now or something? Or are they going to let idiots become ninja too?

"...Did you just win a bet?" I asked when Iruka's excitement only seemed to increase. He paused, scratching the bridge of his nose nervously. 

"Well, maybe." He admitted cautiously.

"Me too." I held up a fist as I swiped a headband. I tapped his against it, grinning at me. I gave a half smile, cracking my back as the white-haired man gestured towards the door. It led out into the courtyard. A sign that it was time for me to get out of dodge, I guess. I frowned and glanced back. I'm serious, isn't there a written part of that test? I really, really hope I'm not being tricked out of actually passing.

I began towards the place I guess I can call home. Villagers stayed a minimum of three feet away from me, even on the more crowded streets. I simply ignored it and instead tried to figure out just where to put my headband. Putting it on my forehead doesn't seem like a plausible option. It just wouldn't fit right, especially considering how I wear my hair. I sighed.

"Waist. Put it around your waist." Kuro decided. I shrugged and did as I was told. Who am I do argue with the Crow Demon, Kuro? Even if his name is completely unoriginal.

"Oh, hey Ra...ven..." Kakashi trailed off as I entered the house, staring blandly at my bloody clothing. I looked down at myself again, the realization that my crusted clothes were actually rather uncomfortable sticking against my skin. 

"...I passed." I said after a moment. 

"I can see that." He nodded towards my headband. We fell into silence. 

"Well, uh... I'm gonna go change this... now..." I cleared my throat, and he nodded in agreement. I took that as my cue.

Third person pov

Kakashi whipped out his book on single-parenting a teenage girl the second Raven was gone and flipped the section about periods. He squinted. Yeah, no. That didn't seem right.