Naruto:The Yajuu Sannin

"I want you all to know just how proud I am of all of you. Your hard work has finally paid off and now you are all official shinobi of leaf. Now remember, the teams that each of you will be split up into will be like your family. More than likely, you will be working with these people for the rest of your life. However, the life of a ninja is never a certain one. Make sure to treasure every moment with your teammates, since you never know when they might be gone."

He paused, as he made sure everyone let the message sink in. "Sorry to end on that sour note you guys, but now let's move on to what you're all waiting for. Your team assignments."

Everyone sat up as Iruka began rattling off the names. An eerie quietness settled over the room, only broken by the whispers of the groups whose names had been called, that was until…

"Team Seven: Naruto Uzumaki…" Naruto lifted his head at the sound of his name. "Hinata Hyuuga…" A sharp intake of breath was heard from the back of the class. "…and Sasuke Uchiha." In a flash, all of the girls in the room let out a loud groan as none of them were placed with their precious Sasuke-kun. They all shot glares at Hinata who eeped and tried to bury herself in her jacket.

"Now Team Eight: Sakura Haruno…" She came out of her funk and paid him her direct attention. "…Kiba Inuzuka" The boy chuckled as the pink haired girl let out a sigh. "…and Shino Aburame." The said boy merely adjusted his glasses. The pink haired girl looked dejected and uncomfortable with her new teammates.

'Take that forehead girl!' Ino thought triumphantly, before a wave of realization rolled over her. 'Wait, but that means…"

Iruka cleared his throat before he continued. "Team Ten will be as follows: Ino Yamanaka, … Shikamaru Nara, … and Chouji Akimichi." It was Ino's turn to look crestfallen as Sakura shot her a triumphant look, seeming much more pleased with her own teammates.

"These are all of the team assignments. All I can offer you now is the best of luck. I'm sure you will all make me proud so good luck in your career as a shinobi.

"He's late," the blonde whined as the second hour passed by. He tapped his foot vigorously and every once in a while stuck his head out into the hallway hoping for a glimpse of their sensei. Hinata and Sasuke sat at their desks and offered their silent agreements with the boy's complaints.

At first Hinata had felt that she was on cloud nine. It had actually happened. She had another chance to make it up to him for the other day. Guilt still racked her mind, as she had once again been too scared and nervous to approach the boy in a time of need. She didn't know the full details how the blonde had finally been allowed to graduate, but she was now determined to make it up to him.

"Naruto-kun. Please be patient. I'm certain there is a reason our sensei is late," Hinata said trying to defuse the situation.

The blonde pouted and Sasuke ignored his next round of complaining. His thoughts were preoccupied by how the hell the dobe had done it. Sasuke was sure that Naruto had failed. He had seen him sitting dejectedly on the swing as he left the academy. So how he was here now, suddenly allowed to graduate. It made no sense to him. He supposed the Hokage finally needed a good sealing expert, and just let the blonde pass just to get him into the system.

He was brought out of his musing as Naruto grabbed an easer and chair. He wedged the eraser between the doorframe and the door, as he chuckled at his own ingenuity.

"Naruto-kun. What are you doing?" Hinata asked, moving from her desk for a better view.

"That's what he get's for being late," he replied triumphantly, moving the chair back to Iruka's desk.

At that moment, a certain spiky haired jounin stood outside. He eyed the piece of chalk in the doorframe and shrugged before opening the door. Let them have some fun before he crushed their dreams.

So the four of them found themselves sitting on the roof staring with anticipation at the silver haired jounin who stared right back. He had asked them to name off their likes, disliked, and dreams for the future, while avoiding answering the same questions. He motioned Naruto to go first.

He puffed out his chest before declaring, "My name is Naruto Uzumaki. My likes are ramen, reading, creating new seals, my jiji, nee-chan, and Kitsune-baka too I guess. My dislikes are people who put down others and tardy teachers," eying Kakashi who simply shot him one of his eye smiles. "My dreams are to one day become Konoha's next seal master and the greatest Hokage of all time. Dattebayo!"

Kakashi only nodded as he turned his attention to the Hyuuga heiress. "Gomen. My name is Hinata Hyuuga. My likes also include reading, as well as flower pressing, and my family. My dislikes…" Her thoughts trailed off as she thought about the divide in amongst the Hyuuga. "…are rather personal to my clan. And my dreams are…" She blushes as she shoots Naruto a quick glance, before holding her head high, "To unify my clan and become the next clan leader."

Kakashi gave her a nod, before turning to the last member of the team. Sasuke curtly replied, "I don't really have a lot of things I like, but plenty of things I dislike. I don't really have a dream, but rather a goal. I am going to restore my clan, and kill a certain man."

Naruto and Hinata felt uncomfortable as the atmospher had taken a much more somber tone. Kakashi seized the opportunity to explain to them the "survival exercise" they'd be having. No matter how many genin teams he had failed over the years, he never got over the hilarity of their shocked expressions.

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