Interlude: The Real Treasure
Hyūga Kazane was the very model of what a Hyūga should be. Well, she was the very model of what a
branch-family Hyūga should be. Well,
in her own opinion, she was the very model of what a branch-family Hyūga should be.
Still.
Things that the Hyūga (branch or not) were: punctual, well-dressed, always in control, brave, and the most smart and charis...cherism...best leader-type in the room. But mostly the 'always in control' part.
Therefore, when the back of her hand was painfully—and unexpectedly!—stabbed, she automatically froze and bit down instead of shrieking and throwing her books everywhere in her haste to run out of the room.
She had sat down in her assigned seat one minute before the teacher called roll, just as she always did. She had pulled the books out of her pack and slid them into her desk, just as she always did. The needle stuck her as she was pulling her hand out.
She wished that her chakra system was developed enough to let her use the Byakugan, because her ancestral birthright would have prevented her from ever stumbling into a silly trap like this the way some common-born (i.e., non-Hyūga) would.
Very carefully, she extricated her hand and examined the thin acupuncture needle sticking out of it. There was a small piece of paper tied to the needle; curious, she turned it over.
Lesson 1: Be nice to everyone, no matter if they are strong or weak, big or small, clan or non-clan.
Lesson 2: There are always people sneakier than you, and the attacker need only be successful once, while the defender must succeed continuously every time.
Lesson 3: Poison is cheap. Really cheap. And some people have gobs of money. (No, this isn't a threat. After all, the Will of Fire doesn't let me threaten other Leaf ninja. I think.)
Lesson 4: Seriously, be nice to everyone.
PS: The Sage said the first and second bits. Sort of, anyway. They're both a little paraphrased simplified different. Still, he said something like that and he's the Sage so you should listen. Also, tell your friends to be nice to everyone.
o-o-o-o
Nakamura Masae was the third-prettiest girl in her age group, but the second-best-dressed. (First best-dressed was, of course, Kazane, but it was hard to compete with Hyūga money and the fawning attention of expert couturiers seeking patronage by offering free samples to any clan member who didn't run away fast enough. Of course, Kazane was only the eighth best-looking girl in their age group, so Masae was still ahead. And Big Sis was totally wrong and stupid for saying that six- and seven-year-old girls all looked alike anyway and couldn't hardly be told apart from boys and so saying that one of you was better-looking was just silly.)
Today's outfit was a yellow silk dress with a shoulder-to-hip red satin sash. She wore wool under the dress for warmth, with silk underthings so the wool didn't chafe. The outfit was quite dashing, if she did say so herself. (And she did.)
Given the elegance, beauty, and cost of her outfit, it was something of a tragedy when she sat down and a spray of cold mud blasted across her calves with a soft
pop! She shrieked and jumped to her feet, knocking the chair over in the process and jumping back from the charred bit of paper that was drifting down from one of the back legs.
The other students—rat bastards, all of them!—laughed at her panic. Many of them pointed, those rats.
Glued to the underside of her chair was a piece of paper that said:
Lesson 1: Be nice to everyone, powerful or not.
Lesson 2: Tell all your friends to be nice to everyone.
Lesson 3: The Will of Fire says no Leaf ninja can attack another Leaf ninja, probably. It would still be smart to be nice to everyone.
o-o-o-o
One girl's hand was pierced by a needle carefully selected to be non-damaging.
One girl's expensive dress was ruined by mud.
A third shrieked and ran when a snake slithered out from inside her desk as she sat down. It had red and blue stripes like a striped adder, but the colors were subtly wrong and the patterns slightly different; it was a harmless mocker snake, not an insanely dangerous adder. Despite that, Mura was terrified of snakes and did her level best to cling to the ceiling despite not yet having learned wall-walking.
A fourth opened up her history book at the start of class...only to discover that the book had been replaced sometime between when she finished her reading last night and when she sat down this morning. The left-hand pages all said
"I will be nice to everyone, always" and the right-hand pages all said
"I will not let my friends be mean to anyone, ever".
o-o-o-o
GLOMP!
Swooop! Spinnnnnnn!
"Eeeeeeeee!" The delighted squealing faded slowly, ending up a sad little grumble when he finally put her down.
"How was your day, squirt?"
"Good! I got a perfect on my quiz for Umino-sensei, and I was fourth in my class on the obstacle course, and we got to jump off the building, and they had yams for lunch at the chow hall and Tuesdays are meditation days not running days so I got to eat as many as I wanted!"
He grinned and rumpled her hair, then squatted down so he could poke her in the belly.
"Eep!" She hopped back, covering her middle with both arms.
"Wow, I can feel the yams sticking out!"
"Can not!"
"Can too!"
"Can not!"
"Can too!"
"Can not a thousand times!"
"Can too to the bazillionth!"
"Can—" Wait, what was bigger than a bazillion?
"Ha! I win!"
"Hrmph." He had cheated. Somehow. She wasn't quite sure how, especially since there weren't any specific rules that she was aware of. Still, she was confident that it was his fault somehow. She just had to figure out how.
"How are things with the other kids?" he asked, clearly moving the conversation quickly in order to distract her. She would not let him. She would get him, oh yes. Still, maybe not now. It had been a great day, and she wanted to gush!
"Good!"
"No problems with that cheating eyeball stinker and her stinking friends?"
"No, I hardly saw them all day. I think Nakamura went home early, actually. That's what Ran's friend's cousin's sister said."
"Good." His smile widened and for just a moment she imagined that there was something cold and hard hiding around the edges of that smile, but then it was back to being his familiar shy and somewhat goofy look. His words became hurried, sounding like the steps of a fleeing burglar. "So, who is Ran's friend's cousin's sister?"
"Her name's Ariga Nao. She's a year older than me, but she's nice. She was wearing the neatest coat! It was red and it had tassels and...."