The Senju Prince & The Last Uchiha

Haruto was not having the time of his life.

His teammates were a bunch of cute girls (one deadly and one kindly)—but that wasn't necessarily the terrible part. And his sensei was Hatake Kakashi! His dad's student and sole survivor of the last Team Seven; Haruto had half a mind to bug his new sensei about his dad but that would only arouse suspicions and Ero-sennin told him to lay low until he or his mother came to clear things up.

"All right, kids," Haruto glanced up to where Kakashi was leaning against the railing, glancing down at the streets of Konoha from where the four of them were perched on the rooftop of the Academy. "Well… why don't we start getting to know one another better? Introduce yourselves, like, dislikes, dreams and hobbies, oh the sort."

The three genins exchanged uncertain glances (well, Sakura and Haruto did, but Satsuki just grunted). "Why don't you start first, Sensei? To give us an idea."

Kakashi cocked an eyebrow but he didn't protest. "Hm, sure. As you all know, my name is Hatake Kakashi. My likes and dislikes are not important. You all are too young to know more about my hobby and my dreams? Hm, never thought about it."

Now that was informative, Haruto thought sardonically. "Er, right. I'll go first then! My name's Senju Haruto. I like ramen, my mom, sister and even that pervert of a mentor, and training! I dislike when people act like complete assholes and actively hurt their environment"—cure dirty looks at Satsuki who flat-out ignored him—"and the three minutes ramen takes to cook and my tenant, er, scratch that last part. My dream is to be Hokage so that I can protect my precious people though there aren't that many at the moment…" he trailed off at the last part, looking rather uncertain.

Kakashi cleared his throat, motioning towards Sakura. "What about, Pinkie here?"

Sakura scowled, but then she remembered that she had to get along and put on a good first impression in front of these people, and smiled, dutifully saying, "My name is Haruno Sakura. My likes consist of hanging out with my best friend, Ino, and just recently…" she glanced meaningfully at Haruto who remained oblivious, too occupied with waving at a tree. "Er, my dislikes are snobbish teammates," an uncertain glance at Satsuki who continued glaring at a tree. "And my dreams are to someday marry the boy I like," she giggled maniacally when her eyes landed on Haruto again.

Kakashi sweatdropped, glancing at Satsuki. "Lastly, Miss. Broody."

Said girl threw him a filthy glare but through gritted teeth, she managed to make out words.

"My name is Uchiha Satsuki. I like nothing in particular, my dislikes consist of annoying fangirls and some stupid idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut," she shot her teammates (not by her own will) deadly glares to which they returned. "What I have is not a dream. It is my life goal to kill someone and to revive my clan."

Silence reigned though Kakashi was internally sighing, he knew this was coming when the Hokage assigned him this team which he sincerely doubted would click together.

Sakura glanced uncertainly at her teammate, she didn't think the taller girl was this crazy. They'd been classmates for years and this was the first time the pinkette knew of the raven's true intentions. She was sorely tempted to comment but kept her words to herself.

Haruto, on the other hand, wasn't so thoughtful. He looked mildly impressed. "Just curious, but are you always an asshole to everyone you see?"

"Only those who are idiots." Her meaningful look at the redhead left the words like you hanging in thin air.

"If I could get away with it," Haruto ground out through gritted teeth, feeling like wiping the self-satisfied smirk on Satsuki's face off with his fist. "I would've kicked your ass so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week!"

Kakashi choked, recalling that particular line from one of the Icha Icha series book, though the kick was nicely replaced by fuck but ah, not like the kids needed to know. But before any of the kids could catch onto the innuendo, from Sakura's tinted face, she seemed to be imagining the same things he was thinking, he hurriedly spoke up, dismissing them. "Look, kids, go home and be at training ground fifteen, five o'clock sharp, got it? Oh, and don't eat anything or you'll be tasting it twice."

With great difficulty, Haruto turned away and started stalking down the stairs after his sensei's absence.

"Running away, scaredy-cat?"

"No, just saving you from broken bones and bruised ego, bastard." That insult just slipped out of his tongue but he found 'bastard' was mild enough and if his mother who had manners pounded into his head since he was a baby, knew he was badmouthing his teammate like that, she'd sent him flying even though she might've known how his teammate was always acting.

"Oh, I see," remarked the Uchiha, sounding casual but the Senju knew she was taunting him. "So you're that sort: all bark and no bite." That was a low blow and Haruto had to quicken his pace down so that he was out of earshot lest he really did kill her; that girl managed to rile him up like no other, made him want to scream and yell and shout and break things especially.

Especially that pretty face of hers—he wasn't blind, of course he could see how pretty cute she was, with the pale skin that suited her delicate bone structure and raven hair, heck, she could even be considered beautiful but her manner sorta ruined it all. What sort of parents raised kids like her?

"Haruto-kun?" Said boy blinked distractedly, still descending down the stairs, and he turned his head to face his other female teammate.

"Yeah?"

"Um, you're new to the village right?" Sakura was fiddling with the hem of her dress nervously, cheeks a little pink though Haruto didn't know why; maybe she was down with a cold or something? But anyways, she was saying, "Do you want me to show you around?" She sounded hopeful but Haruto thought she was pretty nice.

"Sure!" he agreed instantly. "But you know any cool places like a ramen stand?"