Seat Stealing, A Crime Against Humanity
Sasuke Uchiha was many things—a survivor, a grump, a prodigy, but never, never had Kie ever thought he would be a conniving son of a bitch.
“That’s my seat.”
The ravenette looks up at her. His permanent air of indifference written clearly across his face.
“We don’t have assigned seats.”
So that was how it was going to be. Kie grits her teeth. Asshole.
“You never sit in that seat; I always sit in that seat. Therefore, it’s mine,” she says, in slow, deliberate words so his pea-sized brain can follow along.
“What are you, five years old?” Sasuke snaps back, his constant expression of boredom morphing into one of annoyance. “Just find a different seat.”
So he could show emotions other than constant nonchalance. Noted. The next one she wanted to see was complete and utter agony when she slammed his head into HER desk. However, she holds herself back.
Violence is never the answer, as Jun says, despite his job being purely based in violence. Still, she lets his words resonate for once, refusing to risk being kicked out of the Academy right before final assessments.
“You are such a—” A thousand different curses come to mind, ones that would have her parents rolling in their graves, but Kie takes a deep breath instead, holding herself back from this too and preserving the unsuspecting ears of her fellow classmates.
Be the bigger person. Be the bigger person. Be the bigger person.
She turns on her heel, “Fine.”
If she didn’t get the appeal before, she really wasn’t getting it now.
She ends up in the back row, sandwiched between a drowsy Shikamaru and a much too talkative Choji, who chats her ear off while she glares holes into the back of Sasuke’s head and his hair that looks like the back of a duck’s ass.
As always, he is surrounded by a group of fawning girls, Ino included.
If looks could kill, hers would have him buried six feet under.
“I hope the final exam isn’t too hard,” Choji says. “I’m really no good at Transformation so if it’s that, I’m really screwed.” He’s been fretting for the past hour, if not week.
Kie forces her gaze away from Sasuke and gives Choji a soft smile.
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” she says. “I mean your technique is solid and you’ve been putting in so much work. Don't let the stress get to your head. You're going to kill it.”
Of course, it didn't hurt that he was the son of a clan head. It was common knowledge that the children of clan head's were at favor for passing and her class was stacked with them. Worse odds for her but Choji should be fine.
“Aw thanks Kie,” he practically beams. “You’re a good friend. And you know, from one friend to another, you really shouldn’t let people like Sasuke get under your skin like that.”
She winces. So her staring was obvious, obvious enough for Choji to realize at least, which meant obvious to everyone sans Naruto. Well who cares, she thinks, shaking off her concern. It wasn't like the bastard doesn't get enough female attention as it is.
“I usually don’t but come on. He took my spot to be a jerk. I mean, I sit there every single day,” she says defensively.
“You know that’s just how Sasuke is,” Choji responds, always one to see the best in people. “He doesn’t really pay attention to much other than himself. He probably didn’t even realize.”
However Kie knew better than to give Sasuke Uchiha the benefit of the doubt. The cold-hearted jerk didn't deserve it because he absolutely realized he was sitting in her chair at her table.
That boy saw everything even if he never said it out loud. Why would he?
Her training with Jun had given her an edge, a hyperawareness of her surroundings—a good ninja should always be on their guard, after all—and she was positive that his own had too.
“Maybe,” she says, fully unconvinced. “Maybe.”
The smug look she had caught on the other boy’s face as she had stalked off earlier was enough to confirm any and all of her suspicions.
Kie and Choji spend the next few minutes rummaging through an assortment of chip mix, trying to pick out the best ones: salt and vinegar for Kie, barbeque for Choji. Shikamaru is passed out beside them.
When Iruka enters the classroom, Kie is still happily munching away.
“We will now start the final exam,” Iruka announces. “When your name is called, proceed to the testing room. The final exam will be on clone jutsu.”
She chokes on her chip. Crap—
Kie doubles over as a now awake Shikamaru pats her roughly on the back.
“You good?”
“Just swell.” She says weakly, coughing before casting a quick look around the classroom, immediately pin pointing Naruto. His head is already buried in his hands.
Of all jutsus, of course Kami picked this one to be the one they would be tested over.
Not good, not good at all.
“Hey,” she whisper shouts, waving her arm in his direction, as Iruka calls the first person up. “Hey Naruto!”
He either doesn’t hear or simply chooses not to respond. His head remaining buried. Sasuke however, does turn around.
“Why waste your breath? He’s going to fail anyways.”
Kie glares. “Same reason why girls bother with you, even with that stick up your ass.”
He scoffs and turns back to brooding; Kie grins.
Kie: 1, Sasuke: 0.