Sakura and Naruto - On an Assignment From the Hokage

Goddammit.

My books, where the hell are my books? Scattered around me is a random assortment of books varying in size thickness and texture. Some looked old, a few looked new, but all in all, they all looked like fucking books.

I have no idea where mine bounced off too? They could be anywhere, and it looks as if there are at least forty splayed out on the dust-covered rocky street. That number was a complete guess, of course, I'm not about to shift through and count each one here.

Though, to reclaim my books, I guess that's what I'm going to have to do...

Crap

Okay, who can I blame for this mess? I don't want to put myself on the spot, that would be too easy.

There where two teenagers standing around a now toppled wooden wagon that was carrying a plentiful supply of books moments ago. One was a pink-haired female. She wore a sleeveless red cheongsam; it had a zipper that went from its neckline down to her waist, where the dress parted in the side and revealed the tight shorts she had on that clutched to her thighs and ended just above her knees.

It looked like she was arguing with the other teen who had bright yellow hair that opposed her pink locks, he had a somewhat bulky orange suit with blue stripes and a zipper stringing from the top to his waist. The pink-haired girl was in the speedy process of picking up each book, while the boy was completing the same task with a much slower pace.

With all these multicolored hairstyles going on, it's making my generic black hair look pathetic in comparison.

But whatever

I shook the road's dusty out of hair and stood up. "Hey, sorry for crashing into you guys, I wasn't paying attention." My plan of blaming them for this mess ended the moment I opened my mouth.

The pink-haired chick paused in her haste and looked me over as if she just noticed me for the first time, of course, even when in a head-on collision, I'm hard to fucking notice.

"Hmm? Oh, no worries," She offered me a warm smile, that made her look really cute with her emerald green eyes. Then that sweet look switched back to annoyance on a dime as she shifted her attention back to the boy who was studying a book in his hand as if he were checking out something from the library. "It was this idiots fault. He was moving the cart too fast!"

"Yeah, well, she told me to... So..." The orange coated boy had on a set of reading glasses- Wait, where did he get those from? He was studying a book in his hand with absent interest, as he held the tip of his glasses with his free hand. "This isn't Tsunade's," He tossed the book to the side where it collapsed onto the dusty ground floor.

"How do you know?" The girl peered her head up.

"Because I'm not trying to zip through this mission! Some of these books are his. Also sorry about bumping into you man, she's the one rushing me." The yellow-haired boy stepped towards me and lowered his voice. "She's scared of pissing off the Hokage, but if you ask me, she's only making things worse by trying to speed through it."

"What was that?!"

"Hahaha nothing!" He flashed a toothy smile and scratched the back of his head. "That one on the floor is yours." He addressed me before turning back to his friend or associate. I'm not sure what their relationship is. "I remember most of the books we were carrying, let me look through them."

The girl dismissed his suggestion rather quickly, "No no, that'll take you too long! We're already late enough!" She then quickly scanned through the remaining discarded books. "Uhhh... Okay... Ermmm..."

"Here's another," The boy said, he pulled up a blue book that looked familiar to me. "This isn't granny's either."

"Yes! That is one of mine, I recognize it!" To acknowledge my statement, the boy tossed me the book instead of dropping it onto the ground. I staggered back a bit, that was quite the throw, that guy knows his stuff.

"Wait really? You remember what yours looked like?" The girl's voice sprang up, and she stared right at me. It was made quite clear that she is keen on keeping this encounter moving swiftly.

"I.. Uh... Yeah," I gulped, her attention putting me slightly on edge. "I had three... Uh, the last one was a bigger book, but the pages are all empty. Actually, I intended to write in it, but then after I took it back I realized that I couldn't write in a book I checked out so I-"

"Okay big empty book," The girl jumped back into the pile of books. She popped her head back out before she could get far in her search. "How big do you recall?"

"Textbook size.. I guess..." I honestly didn't remember much about that last one; once I realized I couldn't write in the empty book, I put it aside. "It was real big had a lot of paper and..."

*THUNK*

"Big? A lot of paper? Empty pages? There you go!" The girl pulled herself out from the stacks of books and dusted her hands against the waist of her dress. "Alright Naruto, let's go! We've spent enough time here!"

Wait, did she say Naruto? That name... Where have I heard that name before... They did bring up lady Tsunade... Wait! Naruto's part of the Uzumaki Clan, he runs errands and does missions assigned from the Hokage all the time.

So that means the girl must be...

"You learned nothing about going fast, did you Sakura?" Naruto chuckled. "Anyway, see you... What's your name?"

"No time! Let's go! Sorry for the inconvenience! Bye now!" Sakura rushed her words out as she sprinted down the road, holding the cart with one hand and dragging Naruto with the other.

Holy crap.

She can move fast, a fog of dust was kicked up with her quick steps; her speeding feet had the whole area clouded in a dirty brown. I couldn't even trail my eyes on her well-developed ass as she ran, the polluted air stung my fucking eyes.

I just ran into two freaking ninjas in the same day! Two of the most popular ones at that!

They left me on the currently empty street to mull over my thoughts and regather my three scattered books. Though, upon looking them over. Two of them were definitely the ones I checked out...

But that large book... It was green with a symbol centered on the cover that I'm not going to be understanding with my lack of proper education. And it was a spiral-bound book... I'm seventy percent sure, that the thing I checked out wasn't spiral bounded...

They might've mixed up mine with one of theirs...

Fuck.

And there's no way in hell I'll be catching up with them, and even if I did, Sakura probably wouldn't want to slow down.

I understand her urgency though. If she's on a direct mission assigned straight from the top, I wouldn't be idling around that's for sure. Naruto seems to be more laid back, from the way he spoke about the Hokage so carefreely, it was as though he doesn't take her position as the village leader too seriously.

Out of curiosity, I opened book. And... And I didn't know what I expected to see, it was an empty book. Just as the one I rented.

Well...

Considering the facts...

They're both just housing empty sheets of paper, I mean, what's the importance that this one is different than my actual book?

"I can't take this." The clerk behind the counter said. He was resting his cheek on his arm and looked to be half asleep.

"What! It's-"

"It's not in our system, it's not our book."

"You rented me an empty book that I can't even write in!"

"You're the one that checked it out." He sighed, "Look, this is above my pay. You have two days to return the actual book, or you'll be required to pay. Failer to do so will result in judicial action."

"Okay, okay..." I took the large empty-filled book off the counter. "Though, I might have trouble getting it back; I'm pretty sure the Hokage had it put in... Well I'm not sure, but it's gone now."

"Two days." The guy pulled out a scroll from below him and leaned back in his chair. "Also, that symbol on the book..." He raised an eyebrow and peeked over the scroll that was now covering most of his face. "I have never seen it before. Might it be related to a deceased clan? Regardless of its origin, there is possibly a reason for the Hokage to have it moved by two of the village's most respected ninjas."

"You think I might get in trouble? I... I looked through it, the things completely empty."

"I don't know, and I don't care. It's your problem, kid." He returned his attention to the scroll, "Remember two days, I need my book back. I mean, it's not really my book but-"

So if I didn't have enough on my plate to deal with from the whole possibility of losing the only home, I managed to keep for more than a day. I now have to return a book that I no longer have, or risk having a fine placed on me that I couldn't possibly afford. Would Akami-sama actually help me pay for it? Probably not, and I wouldn't expect that of her, it really has nothing to do with her.

Honestly, though, when I am kicked out, perhaps living in a cell would be better than trying to survive off the streets.

Heh, imagine. Getting restrained over not returning a blank fucking book...

Alright so!

I plopped down the girthy green-clad book that caused me to have even more shit to deal with onto my desk. Apparently, this piece of junk is important in some way? It's literally just an assortment of blank sheets of paper bound together, but because of a simple mix up, I might have to deal with a few ninja's that what their shit back.

What to do now...

Well, I guess I can do what I always do when I'm stressed.

I opened up the spiral-bound book in question and pulled up a stool.

"Hmmm..." The tip of the first pen I found tapped against my lips as I thought over what I could possibly write about.

Well, considering the unfortunate events that have stacked onto the life that I was just beginning to set back on track, I guess I could write some type of personal journal.

A Diary if you will,

''Kaguza Kamahiko''

I wrote my name on the topmost of the first sheet of paper, is that what most people do when writing these things? I don't have much experience jotting down the pathetic adventure that was my life. So this is a new experience for me.

This...

Okay... I had to take a mental step back and contemplate just where to start here. If my way of venting stress is to jot down my problems in written form, I need to figure out just where to begin.

Umm...

Well, from the beginning, I guess.

I glanced back down the book on the table and-

"The hell?"

The...

The page before me was glowing...

It was glowing with a bright goldish aura. The golden hue grew to a point where I had to squint, so my eyes wouldn't get damaged. And just then, right before my eyes, the once empty sheet filled with text.

Words lined every inch of the white page below the part where I wrote down my name. The words weren't just complete nonsense either, no...

It was weird but...

The words, they were like... A complete and truthful narration of my life.

But only apart of it, as the page had to end at some point. But upon flipping the page, I noticed that the rest of the empty sheets were now spiraled with words. All events that happened, all a complete account of my life...

My thoughts, my story...

All jotted down as if it were some type of...

Script.