*Hidoi = "That's mean" in Japanese. Or something like that.
I looked up. "Oh. I didn't even notice you were calling me by my first name. Hn, whatever you want, but last I checked, we weren't exactly getting along on happy terms." I was still dwelling on her last few words. Trainers? In Konohagakure? So that settled it. She wasn't native to Sound at all. I sighed, waiting for Hachino-sensei to berate her about saying things like that. But he never did. Hachino-sensei just stared at Hiryuku-chan with an oddly calculating look, before blinking, replying to Hiryuku-chan's question, "Well, as I said, it's your choice- Kuroi-kun's treat because he was slower then me going around Konohagakure-"
"No." I said firmly, "I pick, or I'll leave you there to wash dishes."
Hachino-sensei took the liberty of faking huge, great, shiny tears as he said, "That's cold! Kuroi-kun wouldn't really do that to his beloved sensei, would he?"
"For one." I said in a flat tone, "Nobody gave you permission to call me by my first name, let alone with that suffix. For two, damn straight I would leave you there. And for three, you're not my 'beloved' sensei. Don't flatter yourself."
Hachino-sensei's tears disappeared in an instant as he mumbled in a frustrated way, "Well fine then."
"And we're not eating now, considering we just ate two hours ago. Your stomach is an endless pit, isn't it?"
"It's not endless, I'm just a person who needs lot's of carbohydrates so that I can make it through the day without collapsing. SOME people apply themselves more then others, you know. Come come Night-chan, let us leave this sore loser." He grinned at his own pun and I threw a rock at his head, which amazing hit it's target.
"DON'T MAKE JOKES THAT AREN'T FUNNY!!" I yelled, as Hachino-sensei made a big dramatic scene.
"Hidoi*. Kuroi-kun hidoi." He mumbled to himself, clutching the lump on his head. I had a faint inkling that Hachino-sensei had let me hit him, just so he could make a scene, but I thought nothing of I as I stormed past him and Hiryuku-chan, grumbling, "Meet me in the hotel later on if you want your free lunch."
~ + ~
"GET OFF ME YOU-"
"NO CUSSING!!" Kikari-sensei screeched, aiming a flying kick at Tsuyoi's head, sending him flying out from underneath Hayaii, who had just won the sparring match with aid from Kikari-sensei. I sweatdropped and sighed. Ever since Kikari-sensei had discovered that I was able to heal people with great proficiency, she seemed to have gotten a little more violent with her "discipline". I trudged along the edge of the training grounds to find where Tsuyoi had landed this time, Hayaii tagging along.
"Wow, it's the Chuunin Exam tomorrow." He breathed, as if in awe.
"Yeah... I'm kind of nervous." I admitted, and Hayaii rubbed the back of his head in embarassment.
"I kind of am too, to be honest."
I smiled, reassured that I wasn't the only one.
"Damnit! Stupid stupid stupid Kikari-sensei..." We heard Tsuyoi cursing at least 30 feet away, simply to find him tangled in the branches of a tree. And by the time we were close enough to the tree to see him clearly, a branch had snapped and he'd fallen out of the tree, crumpling into a pathetic heap that was cursing fluently at Kikari-sensei. I sighed and put my hand on the side of Tsuyoi's head, where a large lump was forming.
"Are you alright?" I asked for what seemed like the bazillionth time.
"I'm fine." Tsuyoi grumbled, sitting up and trying to wave my hand away.
"That was a rhetorical question Tsuyoi." Hayaii said, for the gazillionth time, "You're not fine, you're bleeding."
Tsuyoi blinked, "I am?" He looked down at his arm to find a long gash and he flinched, having been too shaken up to notice the gash on his arm, as being kicked by Kikari-sensei in the head is a pretty painful thing, and tends to make everything nullified. I wiped my brow in exhaustion when the lump on the side of Tsuyoi's head finally ceased to swell.
"You're such a pain." Hayaii sighed, raising an eyebrow as his brother who rolled his eyes, ignoring the comment. I ran my finger from the top of Tsuyoi's gash down, my finger like a zipper as it pulled the skin and flesh back together.
"Anywhere else?" I asked, and Tsuyoi shook his head, "You'd better stop for today, or else you're going to be too battered for the Chuunin Exam."
"And you'd better take a break, otherwise, not even a good night's sleep will recover all your chakra." Hayaii smiled and offered me a hand to help me up. I accepted it and when I was on my feet Hayaii hauled Tsuyoi up, "You, on the other hand, won't be getting any rest until you pick up all your stuff on my side of the room."
Tsuyoi sighed, "It's a hotel room. You're such a stiff."
"Kikari-sensei is waiting for us." I pointed out, and we headed back for the training grounds as Hayaii and Tsuyoi continued to argue, like they did every day.