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Chapter 7
I sweatdrop. How am I going to live in this place without cluttering it up?
There’s one bed sitting at the back at the room. I can’t help but wonder where I will sleep…
A bookshelf is literally crammed with books that look like they’re from the same series. And most of them are orange.
Okay, so maybe Kakashi didn’t really read books for educational purposes…
A framed picture sits on the huge window behind the bed, and I peer at it.
It’s a genin team. More specifically, Kakashi’s genin team.
He’s still wearing a mask even when he’s a genin. Probably not going to see his face anytime soon.
I recognize the sensei as someone who looks su*iously like a face carved into the mountain behind the Hokage office.
Hey, isn’t that the Fourth Hokage?
I pick up the framed photograph. There’s some dude that looks like he’s from the nonexistent Uchiha clan, and a girl with purple stripes on her cheeks.
The picture looks painfully like my old genin team.
I take a deep breath and put down the picture. No need to dredge up memories now.
And Kakashi apparently has very good timing, because he walks in the second the picture is back in place.
“My job is done here. Senpai, you’re the babysitter now!” Yamato immediately rushed out the door, leaving a dust cloud in his wake.
Kakshi sighed in exasperation. His eye had dark circles under it. “I guess I have to take care of living arrangements. Where would you sleep…?”
I climbed up onto his bed. “Here.”
“No. That’s my bed. Get your own.”
“I’m a chiiiiiild. I need sleep. You can sleep on the other side of the bed.”
“…Nevermind.” Kakashi puts a hand to his head. “Here’s some ryo if you want to purchase something or whatever. I have enough.” He drops a small purse into my hands.
“Who gives children a purse to spend things on?” I look up at him su*iously. “I’m seven.”
“Kids younger than you have gone out to buy things from the market.”
“Irresponsible parent.” I * my tongue out at Kakashi, clutching the purse and running out the door.
Kakashi only puts a hand to his forehead as he watches me take off. “I’m not meant to be a parent…”
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I prance around the village, looking for food shops. It didn’t occur to me that I was hungry until now.
The village is bustling with business; civilians are everywhere, going in and out of random buildings. I feel slightly intimidated by the amount of adults around, but they ignore me.
I walk to a nearby hill to get some personal space, tired of having to dodge around everyone’s legs. I sit down before I notice that someone else is there as well.
Yeah, it’s another kid about my age.
His hair is literally spiked up in so many directions, it looks like sunshine took on actual shape. From the side of his face, I can see three black lines stretched across his cheeks. The hair reminds me of the Fourth Hokage for some reason.
He’s wearing this plain white shirt with a red spiral in the middle, but it’s torn and tattered for some reason.
The boy’s wide, sky-blue eyes stare longingly at some black duck. When I direct my eyes towards the black duck, it turns out that the black duck is actually a person’s hair.
Hair that belongs to another kid my age.
Great.
The black duck kid is just sulking at the bottom of a tree, not caring about anyone around him. At least, that’s what I think until he turns his head and glares at the sunshine kid.
Sunshine kid’s face immediately flips the expression. He frowns back, *ing out his * grimace.
I watch the two make various insulting faces.
Intriguing.
The black duck boy finally noticed me peering at the both of them. He snarls and immediately leaves.
The blonde boy looks at me too, seeing where the duck boy directed his hostility.
I stare uncomfortably at the boy who looks kind of like the Fourth Hokage with whiskers.
The boy just stares back. All I can see in his face is curiosity.
And then the sunshine boy puffs out his cheeks. “Idiot!”
I scrunch up my face in annoyance. “You *.”
“I do NOT!!” The boy yells in protest.
“You DO!” I slightly stomp my foot, getting up.
“Arrrrrgghh!” The boy’s face flushes red with anger. He charges at me, grabbing at my hair.
“Oww!” I retaliate by grabbing the sunshine hair, trying to push the blonde boy back.
He stumbles as a result of my efforts, pulling me down with him.
We roll around, each trying to rip the other’s hair out in a fit of anger. Some people pass by and whisper, but most continue on their way.
We go on, tussling until someone yells, “Yeah! Beat up the monster!”
I stop. What monster? I think as the sunshine boy stretches out my face.
When I get a closer look at sunshine boy’s face, it looks grim. A very unsettling expression.
Completely stopping my resistance, I let my face be contorted into various expressions while my arms lay limp.
Hey, it doesn’t hurt so much.
The blonde boy laughs while the villager that yelled grumbles and turns away.
“W-What was that? What monster?” I splutter incoherently, the boy’s fingers still stretching out my cheeks in apparently entertaining faces.
And just like that, the boy’s expression suddenly falls. It's like he's was bipolar or something.
When huge tears start streaming down his face, I know I had struck a nerve. “N-nevermind, don’t answer that…”
“They point at me. Naruto is monster,” the blonde boy sobs, wiping away tears on his arm.
I stare at the boy, who I presume is named Naruto. He sure doesn’t look like one… What is Naruto talking about? And why is his grammar so abysmal?
Naruto jumps forward and buries his head in my shoulder, dampening my jacket with tears. “Friend...”
“Wait, wait. I’m not your friend, I didn’t agree to this…” I protest, only to feel a bonk on my head by a now red-faced Naruto.
The tears are still there, but his expression is now angry.
Oh great.
“Go away!” Naruto bonks me over the head again, causing me to wince. I step back before Naruto can land another bonk on the head, walking quickly back to Kakashi’s small apartment.
What is his problem?