As a child, Mariko hadn't known it was unusual. They were just there. When she was out playing. When she was shopping. They never interfered, or bothered her. They were just there.
Always.
When she was older, she mentioned it to her Mama. But Mama didn't think it was important, and Mama was right. So Mariko decided it wasn't important, either.
But the squirrels were still there.
They were there when she was 6, and her cousin betrayed her for the stinky boy. Daisuke, who instantly became her greatest foe.
They saw when she was betrayed, when her own flesh and blood turned on her.
That night, she watched them watch her from the branches outside her window. Their beady eyes focused on her, but she did not feel afraid. The next morning, there were acorns on the ledge in her room.
From that point onwards, her friends never left her.
They were there when The Enemy formed his group. The traitor, the brain, the freak, and the juggernaut joined him. But it stymied her attempts to turn the class against him.
They were watching during her spar, where The Enemy avoided every one of her best attacks, only to knock her down with his fan...which he promptly held to her throat, prompting the proctor to end the match.
That night, her friends stood outside her window, showing her taijutsu strikes in slow motion. She copied them, eventually, and found her form improving by leaps and bounds.
They were watching when she was taught the basics of genjutsu, and took to it like a duck to water.
The night after their first practical exercises, they brought her a scroll. She learned the technique within, and began her path towards becoming a genjutsu mistress.
They were watching when thrice-damned Daisuke revealed his ability to create those awful dummies during spars.
That night, a miniature dummy was perched on the ledge outside her window, and her friends demonstrated ways to take them apart mid-battle.
They were watching when Kairi, the other freak, started making those drawings of The Enemy.
They brought her many copies of the...tamer ones. Her shurikenjutsu skills improved.
They were watching when the hotness that was The Emo revealed his Grand Fireball. Of course, The Enemy managed to avoid it, and the spar ended with Sasuke barely eeking out a victory.
That night, her friends were there. Waiting. Their tiny claws flashed through the symbols, again and again. Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger. Ram, Monkey, Boar, Horse, Tiger.
But she couldn't. The technique just wouldn't function.
But her friends did not despair.
They were there when team announcements were made. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, one of them rub it's head with a tiny paw after her outburst. She knew she had misstepped.
The teams were fixed. She was on a team with The Enemy, but The Teacher showed promise. She was wise and skilled. Surely, someone who mastered genjutsu would see through The Enemy's tricks soon enough.
They split to plan the 'party'. Her friends joined her as she raced home. Together, they worked. If all went well, tonight's party would be the last ever for that stinky, foreign bastard.