Hinata
Hinata was riding the bus. She and other some shinobi were chosen to go to a training camp for eighteen months. She closed her eyes and then looked out the window.
Her cousin Neji was sittng in front of her. He'd always look at her over the bus seat and try and fool her into staying something stupid. He'd look over the seat andsay someting like "Idiotssaywhat?" All Hinata would reply was "Oh, I'm sure they do."
A few minutes later the boy sitting across from her tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi my name is Kankurou, And my brother would like to know if you are free Saturday." The red haired boy next to him hit him in the stomach. "Shut up Kankurou. Your worse than Temari." Kankurou smiled. He pushed the red haired boy out into the aisle. Thier face came close they were almost nose-to-nose. "Hinata, this is Gaara. Gaara, Hinata." laughed Kankurou. Both of them jerked back into their seats and looked straight out the window.
Itachi
God. He was given a job to watch these damn kids for $100.00 a month, but the camp counsler was such a cheapskate that he'd probably end up with $50.00 after the whole year.
He was given a job in the cafeteria along with Sasori, Kisame was the lifeguard, Orochimaru was the survival class instructer, and Kabuto was the techniques instructor.
Kisame walked up to him. "Hey, we got a fight between a girl with weird hair and a guy with sunglasses."
"God. What row?" Itachi asked.
"Very back." He replied.
Itachi sighed. He walked to hte very back were the two were strangling each other. "Stop it." Itachi firmly said. THe girl looked at him. "But he.." "I don't care." said Itachi. "Hey, secret agent man." The boy with glasses stood up. "What's your name, kid?" "The boy coughed. "Shino" he replied.
"Alright," said Itachi. "Itachi, hasn't your mother ever told you that it's impolite to hit girls?"
The other kid looked at him. "My name is Haku. I'm a boy..." ITachi looked embarrased. "I'm terribly sorry."
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