Already having put aside yesterday's incident, Kimoyo was now an official academy student at Konoha's Ninja Academy, thanks to Naruto. Almost everybody in sight was unknown to her, except for Naruto and the boys from yesterday. She thought the one that barked at her might've been more of a dog than a boy, though.
"Class, we have a new student with us today. Let's show our best respect for her as she introduces herself," said Iruka-sensei, gently pushing Kimoyo along to the front of the class.
"Um…hi, everyone! My name is Kimoyo. The funny thing is," she put a hand behind her head and the other behind her back, smiling nervously, "I don't actually know my last name since I have no memories of my childhood," she held both hands behind her, "but the past is the past, so now…I'm really looking forward to meeting you all and becoming great ninja together!"
"Thank you, that was very nice. Now go ahead and take whatever seat there is."
Kimoyo looks all over the room for an empty seat until she finally finds one – right below Kiba.
'Oh, no… You gotta be kidding me...,' Kimoyo thought, gaping at him in horror. It took most of her willpower to walk towards it.
As she made her way up the rows of seats, someone whispered, "What's with the kimono?"
"It's cute!" someone else whispered back.
When Kimoyo was close enough to see Kiba's features clearly, she could see that he was smirking like he won, and she was about to end up being tortured. She didn't know about the first part, but the second part was sure to happen. Oh, what a cruel fate it was.
But as long as they didn't talk, there was no problem, right? Wrong. After Kimoyo sat down, Kiba took the opportunity of having a perfect angle above a girl with pig tails, and ruthlessly yanked at one of them.
"HEY." Kimoyo immediately turned around, knowing it was obviously Kiba who pulled her hair, with an eye flinched in pain and a hand on the poor pig tail. "Seriously?"
"What makes you think it was me?" Kiba asked as innocently as possible, though his cocky grin completely gave him away.
Kimoyo squinted her eyes into a glare and said, "Don't play dumb. I know it was you, nimrod!"
"Hey, you better watch it, missy! You don't who you're talking to."
"You better watch it, missy! Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh!" Kimoyo mocked in a whiny voice.
"Pfft…"
"Hmph!"
Finally, she turned away and plopped her head onto her arms, her lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut in irritation. She tried to let it go by turning her attention to Iruka-sensei and try to actually get something out of her first lesson. For the next few minutes, she was finally at peace, or so she thought, before another tug at her other pig tail.
"Would you quit it?" Kimoyo cried after turning her head around again.
"Would you stop accusing me? Geez, you're such a pain!" Kiba argued.
"Look who's talking, moron! Can't you just get over yourself and leave me and my poor hair alone? It's really sad when someone doesn't have self-control."
"Fine. Say whateeever you want, but I'm telling you; it's NOT me."
Kimoyo glared at him the same way as before and said, "This is your last warning, Inuzuka." She had learned his last name after overhearing it from a teacher.
Turning back around and expecting the tug of war between Kiba and her head to be over, she relaxed again, putting her ears back to Iruka-sensei's voice. It had been well over ten minutes and Kimoyo truly believed that her nightmare was finally over. There were only several more minutes left of class, and all was at peace. As for Kiba, he just had to get in one more pull before the end of class, so he stretched both his hands out and gave one last hard pull on both her pig tails. He was going to regret doing that.
"ARGH! THAT'S IT." Kimoyo jumped from her seat, already facing Kiba, and tackled his shirt with her hands, shaking him back and forth like a barbarian. "Didn't I tell you to stop, you mut? Now you're gonna get it!"
"Kimoyo! Kiba! What in the world is going on back there? The two of you have been bickering for the past fifteen minutes!" yelled Iruka-sensei.
"He was pulling my hair the whole time!" Kimoyo explained, pointing at Kiba with one hand and still holding him by the shirt with the other.
"Not the whole time…," murmured Kiba irritably.
"AHA! GUILTY!"
This caused Iruka-sensei to let out a long, frustrated sigh as he put a hand on his forehead while folding his other arm, then said, "Kimoyo, calm down, and Kiba, please stop pulling her hair. Class is almost over, so you could you please make it worthwhile for the rest of us?"
"Fine…," Kiba and Kimoyo chimed simultaneously.
Kimoyo forcefully let go of Kiba and sat down, as did Kiba, who was dazed not only from being shook, but from something that caught his eye. He swore he saw Kimoyo's naturally red irises glow just as she grabbed him by the shirt. It could've just been the light illuminating her eyes, he thought. Or something else...
The next day, the whole class was taken outside into the training grounds to practice their aim of throwing kunai and shuriken on wooden stalks, as well as their punching and kicking accuracy. As a reward afterwards, there would be free time, or, what the kids like to call, playtime. When that time came, Kiba and Kimoyo soon ended up in another brawl like opposite magnets. It was quite amusing, actually. Most of the argument involved name-calling (especially on Kimoyo's behalf), one of them being boar, like Kiba mentioned two days ago.
"Do I look anything like a boar to you?" Kimoyo protested.
"Sure! Here are your nice, big tusks!" Kiba said enthusiasticly as he took Kimoyo's pig tails and held them out beside her face to cleverly represent boar tusks.
"Don't touch me!" Kimoyo pushed him, and he let her hair go.
"Don't push me!" Kiba pushed back harder, and she fell.
Kimoyo sat there on her bottom for a moment before staggering back to her feet, and, enraged, charged at full speed with the intent of giving Kiba a good, hard punch. Right before she went for it, she was lifted back by Iruka-sensei, causing her to thrash her whole body in every direction possible in attempt to get away.
"Kimoyo! Kimoyo, calm down! This is ridiculous! Do you know how much trouble you can get into if you laid a hand on any of your classmates?" said Iruka-sensei in a strict tone.
"I don't caaaare! Let me go! Errr!" yelled Kimoyo stubbornly, still trying to get out of his grip.
"Well, you better care, young lady! This is no way for a girl to behave! Now, calm yourself, or I'll put you on timeout - or worse. Do you hear me?"
"Look what you did to my kimono, you lard! I'll never forgive yooouuu!" She was now aiming her words at Kiba, who was laughing hysterically.
Iruka-sensei sighed and spoke, "Let's get you out of here. This is insane...," and started walking away with Kimoyo was still struggling and screaming. What was more sad was that Shikamaru and Chouji were standing right behind Kiba the whole time and didn't say or do a thing. Shikamaru just stood there with his usual careless and lazy expression while Chouji munched on his chips. Truthfully, though, they did feel pity for her.
"Hahahaha! Did you guys see that? She was flopping like a fish, screaming like a monkey! Ohh, man!" Kiba cried, almost literally, with utmost joy and laughter.
"Man, that's just sad. She didn't even do anything that bad," Chouji said remorsefully with a mouthful of chips.
"Yeah, what a drag. She's just a girl. Can't you give her a break?" agreed Shikamaru.
"Wow, you're such wimps! I can't believe you guys. Forget you," Kiba says before walking off.
And where was Naruto - her closest friend so far - during all this, you ask? Well, he had his own issues to deal with, like his rivalry with Sasuke, though he had a basic idea of what was going on between Kiba and Kimoyo.
For the rest of the week, it was an ongoing war of tugging hair, pushing, yelling, name-calling, and all that jazz. Oh, what fun. As for Kimoyo's dirtied kimono, she couldn't wear it anymore until she was able to get it cleaned. She had only a few other clothes along with a small place to live in Naruto's apartment building. She's been very grateful for Naruto's "hook-ups," especially for the fact that he was able to find people to give her chores to do for money. With everything that's going on at the academy, though, it's hard for her to stay optimistic all the time. That's why, she became completely different by the start of the next week. She let her hair down and dressed in a navy-colored T-shirt and three-quarter pants. Though a big change, most actually liked the look.
"Wow, Kimoyo, you should've let your hair down a long time ago!" Ino praised. "No offense, but you kinda looked like a two-year-old with those pig tails. And that kimono..."
Before Ino could continue, Kimoyo slowly turned her head to her, her eye slightly covered by a lock of milky brunette hair. Her expression was plain yet daunting, and it said, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt me anymore, because I'm done making a fool out of myself. If anyone tries to hurt me, I'll make sure they end up looking like the fool."
