Hello all. I'm star (because my full username is a bit of a mouthful to introduce myself with). This is my first story, so go easy on me, ok? I'm not sure how well this going to turn out. This story is going to involve gender-bending. I'll admit, I wasn't too keen on the idea, but I've recently come across a few works that involved gender-bending which I love. So I ended up being inspired, and this is the resulting brainchild. (Remember, it's my firstborn, so go easy on the tyke). It won't be a full on gender bending though. Only some of the characters are switching to the other side, not all of them. Hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did my artwork would be much better, and this wouldn't be posted on the internet as fan fiction.

Warning: Gender-bending, and slightly OC characters.

Sasuke Uchiha was bored. He was more than ready to be done with this academy nonsense. His onyx eyes were closed, his face half hidden behind his interlaced fingers. Ikuye-sensei, the female academy teacher who had been responsible for them up to this point was speaking in the front of the class. Her warm, familiar voice slid reassuringly over him, a gentle current of sound that calmed him into patience. "You are now genin, first level ninja. All genin will be grouped into three man squads, led by a jounin." Sasuke's eyes slid open in interest.

All around him he could hear the soft murmuring that indicated similar reactions in his former classmates. A three man squad was it? That would obviously only slow him down! He sighed quietly in irritation and wondered who he'd end up in a squad with. Not that it really mattered of course, as long as they didn't get in his way too badly. No one would stop him from becoming stronger.

The other new genin were likewise speculating about these teams, and who would be placed together. Ikuye-sensei ignored this and continued her speech. "We want each squad to be well-balanced in strength and abilities, so that's how we set them up." Lifting her list, she glanced down, and started calling out names. Sasuke tuned her out until he heard his own name.

"Squad seven; Sasuke Uchiha," Sasuke perked up, dark eyes lifting to his soon to be former sensei, interested to hear his team assignment. "Saburo Haruno," The boy in question shot out of his seat with an excited cheer. His rosy hair was short and wild, flopping messily over his jade green eyes, and and complimenting his pale skin. He wore a red sleeveless shirt, dark maroon pants that gather in at the ankle, his headband tied tightly around his upper arm, and bandages wrapped around his hands, and up his wrists. Saburo was well known for his intense hero worship of Sasuke, and the Uchiha had to suppress an irritated sigh. The last thing he needed was some deluded boy following him around.

"and Narumi Uzumaki, will form team seven." Saburo froze in mid cheer, mouth open, even as the girl in question glanced sideways at him. She had bright gold hair woven into a loose braid that hung past her shoulders with bangs that fell wildly across the metal plate of her headband, tan skin, impossibly blue eyes, a stubborn chin, and strange whisker like marks on her face. She wore an orange and blue jacket with three-quarter sleeves open over a black shirt emblazoned with an orange swirl twining up into a stylized flame, with orange capris. A faint blush was hovering across her cheeks and nose. Everyone knew that Narumi was head over heels for Saburo.

Turning to the list, Iruka continued announcing the teams. "Next, squad eight; Hirohito Hyuuga," The boy in question jerked, his pale lavender eyes tearing away from Narumi, who he'd been watching with a vague expression of wistful longing, and he looked towards Iruka with a quiet "Yes, sir."

Hirohito was the heir of the Hyuuga clan, and a quiet, calm-natured boy. He had straight blue-black hair that fell gracefully to his chin, framing the delicate, aristocratic caste of his features, and emphasizing his pale Hyuuga eyes. He wore a thick tan jacket with a hood open over a gray shirt, long dark grey pants, and his headband was loosely tied around his neck. The boy was known for being completely unable to deal with girls, and Sasuke suspected that the Hyuuga had a serious crush on his new female teammate.

"Kira Inuzuka," That one was a classic Inuzuka, complete with the red fang markings slashing down over her cheeks. Her companion pup lay with easy familiarity on her head of boyishly short, wild spikes of brown hair, and she looked up with a triumphant chuckle, his eyes sliding open to reveal the slit pupils of her black eyes as her fangs flashed subtly in the light. She wore a fur-lined purple-gray jacket open over a tight gray shirt, and black shorts, along with knee high fur-lined combat boots. Her new headband was tied casually over her hips, and hung at an angle, the light casting a wavering sheen across its metal surface.

"and Shinako Aburame." The Aburame girl was just a bit unnerving, and Sasuke spared a moment to be glad he'd avoided her team, at the same time surprised that a team got two girls. Normally there was one kunoichi per team, assigned with two male teammates. The girl in question lifted a finger to re-adjust her sunglasses. Her tousled hair was also cut boyishly short, but was much bushier than Kira's. She wore thick clothes that covered her from nose to wrists and ankles, with very little of her actual skin or shape showing and a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes. In fact, some of the students at the academy had long speculated on whether or not Shinako was actually a girl. That, along with her quiet nature and ability to enter and leave rooms without others noticing, and she was regarded with a certain amount of befuddled unease by the other students.

"Now squad ten; Inori Yamanaka," The cocky boy peered up at his sensei through the fall of his platinum-blonde forelock with anticipation, pale turquoise eyes gleaming under strong brows, a faint smirk hovering around his mouth. He wore a dark plum colored body suit, with a short-sleeved jacket open over it, dark blue gauntlets on his hands, and standard combat sandals. He was Saburo's best friend and rival, as well as a known lady-killer who had reportedly flirted with nearly every girl in the academy. Including the teachers.

"Shika Nara" Inori's eyes went to her instantly. Shika Nara was something of a puzzle. She was quite attractive, a slender girl with dark eyes, and shoulder length curly hair that she pulled back into a high, shaggy ponytail. A few strands always slipped free here and there to frame her face enticingly, relaxing the severity the style might otherwise have given her. She wore a tan shirt under a green and light gray half jacket, along with a brown skirt over deep brown skirt over gray shorts, and her headband was tied around the sleeve of her jacket. Despite her attractiveness, she never paid attention to boys or her looks, professed to find everything troublesome, and managed to stay off the academy's popularity radar. She blinked lazily at Ikuye-sensei as her name was called, ignoring the scrutiny of her new teammate.

"and Choji Akimichi." The boy was busy chowing down on a bag of chips, as usual. How he'd passed any of the physical exams or combat tests was beyond Sasuke, as the lump never seemed to stop eating. Inori glanced at the other boy briefly before returning to his study of his new female teammate. Shika, for her part, exchanged a quiet nod with Choji. The two of them had been best friends for years. Despite much teasing from the other academy girls, that was truly all there was to it. However their friendship was quite strong.

Ikuye dropped the list and looked up at them all with a smile, ignoring the various reactions to her announcments. Then Narumi suddenly stood up. Her face was still lightly tinted with the remnants of her blush at discovering she'd be on Saburo's team, but her voice was indignant when she spoke, her finger thrusting dramatically towards Sasuke. "Sensei! Why do I have to be on a team with HIM?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, and glanced away, eyes landing briefly on Saburo as the other boy leaned forward slightly to glare warningly at the girl. Ikuye-sensei closed her eyes as if asking for patience, and huffed impatiently. "The teams are supposed to be balanced Narumi. Sasuke is the top of the class. As dead LAST, you obviously balance him out. This is non-negotiable."

The class around them erupted into chuckles, or even outright laughter at the assessment. Sasuke was surprised to note that while Saburo looked amused, there was also faint disapproval hovering quietly on his face as he glanced around at their classmates. Shrugging, he dismissed the moment, and glanced over at the blonde in a bored manner. "Just make sure you don't get in my way...dobe." The girl swung around to face him, her lips curling back in a growl. "Hey, what was that, teme?" He looked away from her again, his voice still uninterested and dismissive. "What, are you deaf too?" The class erupted into laughter again, and Saburo glared up at the girl. "Narumi, sit down already! You're embarrassing us!"

The blonde dropped heavily back into her seat, glaring furtively over at Sasuke, her blush having deepened to a dull red at the open disapproval from the object of her affections. Saburo leaned back heavily in his seat next to Sasuke with an irritated roll of his eyes. "Ugh. Why did it have to be NARUMI of all people?" Sasuke snorted and ignored them both.

Neither would be worth bothering with, as he was superior to both. Saburo was a dense fool who was annoying in his admiration, and Narumi was the worst student in the entire academy, disgustingly loud and obnoxious, known for wild declarations of her ambition to become the hokage, and quite smitten with Saburo. At best, his teammates were a crazed and bookish fan, and a lovestruck loud-mouth tomboy. They were nothing but obstacles to be overcome in his quest for strength.

Ikuye-sensei cleared her throat, and finished up by saying that their jounin sensei would be coming by to pick them up after lunch. After that they were dismissed for the remainder of the morning and lunch. Sasuke closed his eyes, ignoring the chatter of the other students as he settled in to wait.

Time passed and jounin came and went. Teams trickled out, until only team seven was left. More time passed, and Sasuke grew more and more irritated. Apparently his idiot teammates shared the sentiment. Saburo had climbed out to stand beside the desk, leaning casually against it with his arms braced on the desk behind him. His eyes were closed, and his face was quiet, but his eyebrows were furrowed with impatience.

Narumi had also left her seat, and was standing with crossed arms, practically throwing off sparks in her irritation. "He's late!" Sasuke's eyes slid open and he glanced over at the girl. Yes, their new sensei was quite blatantly late. What did she think stating the obvious would do for her exactly? After a minute, she grabbed an eraser from the chalkboard, pulled a chair over to the doorway, climbed up, and rigged herself a simplistic booby trap by wedging the eraser between the door and the doorjamb. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, internally scoffing at her stupidity. No jounin would ever fall for that.

Saburo rolled his eyes, and his voice cool and disdainful. "What do you think you're doing Narumi?" She hopped down and moved the chair back to Ikuye-sensei's desk. "Taking care of payback." Saburo sighed. "We don't need our new sensei getting angry at us on our first day. Plus, there's no way he'll fall for that! You're so clueless!" Narumi shifted and glanced at the green eyed boy, her jaw set defiantly. "They deserve it for being so late!" Saburo shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "Che. You're such a bratling. It's on your head." Just then, the sliding door was pulled open as a shaggy grey head poked through the doorway. And the eraser came down with a hearty clunk, and a puff of white dust, squarely on his head.

Sasuke stared at him, stunned and disgusted by the man's lack of reaction time. Saburo jumped and uncertainly and asked if the man was alright, insisting that he hadn't been able to stop Narumi, though his green eyes were glinting with triumph. Narumi grinned her signature wild grin, tossed her head, and crossed her arms confidently over her chest with a bright laugh.

Their sensei glanced downward at the eraser with the one eye not covered by his lopsided headband. Then he reached down and picked it up, not even glancing at them. "Hm, how can I put this? My first impression of the three of you...you're a bunch of idiots." Sasuke dropped his head, his shoulders stiffening in shock. "Well, then let's meet up on the roof, shall we?" Then he vanished in a puff of smoke.

The three of them made their way out onto the roof, and over to where their new sensei was leaning against the railing. The other two took seats on the lower of the two steps leading down to wear their sensei was standing. Sasuke sat down between them with his feet on their step, lacing his hands in front of his face and locking his gaze on his sensei. "Alright, why don't you introduce yourselves?" His voice was incredibly bored, and Sasuke couldn't see any indication of actual interest in the man.

Saburo frowned and asked him what he meant. "Things you like, things you hate, dreams for the future, hobbies...things like that." Narumi cocked her head. "Why don't you talk first. I mean, before we talk, you could tell us stuff about you so we know how to do it right." Saburo nodded once firmly, and Sasuke glanced at her for a minute, slightly impressed. It was a good plan. This way they'd get some more information on this mysterious new sensei of theirs.

The man shrugged, and started to speak. "Me? I'm Kakashi Hatake. Things I like, and things I hate...I don't really feel like telling you that. Dreams for the future...never really thought about it. As for my hobbies...uh...I have a lot of hobbies. Now you." Saburo and Narumi exchanged a flat glare, and Saburo murmured angrily. "In other words, he didn't really tell us anything but his name." Narumi inclined her head once, clearly bewildered by the man. Sasuke had to agree with them there. What a hypocrite.

The man gestured at Saburo first, indicating that he should go first. Visibly shaking off his irritation, Saburo smiled boyishly up at the man, his arms draped over his knees as he leaned forward. "My name is Saburo Haruno. What I like is...well the person I admire is Sasuke Uchiha. My hobby is studying. My dream for the future is to be the smartest ninja in the village!" As he said this, he scratched the back of his head, his eyes closing from the breadth of his smile.

Kakashi watched him for a minute, and then prompted. "And? What about things you hate?" The smile faltered a bit, and the rosette looked thoughtful. "I guess...shinobi who are weak or useless."

Kakashi sat quietly for a minute, then turned to Narumi. "Alright then, what about you?" She lifted her chin, oozing confidence and determination. "I'm Narumi Uzumaki! What I like is ramen! What I dislike is Sasuke Uchiha! My hobby is training to get stronger! And I'm going to become Hokage!" Sasuke snorted quietly. Narumi had been trumpeting that she was going to be Hokage for ages. Idiot. She'd obviously never make it. But at least she wasn't a member of his fan club. Having to deal with a fangirl day-to-day would have been annoying. Though liking Saburo...well there was no accounting for taste. Kakashi eyed her for a long minute, then looked up at Sasuke.

"What about you?" Sasuke looked up at him darkly over his interlaced fingers. "My name, is Sasuke Uchiha. I hate a lot of things, and I don't particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream, because I WILL accomplish it! I will kill a certain person, and rebuild my clan!"

There was a long silence after he spoke. The other two looked at him with wide eyes. Sasuke eyed the jounin grimly. Wasn't expecting that, was he? Kakashi looked at him intently for a moment, and then moved on. "Good. You're each unique, with your own ideas and strengths. We'll have our first mission tomorrow."

Narumi looked up excitedly. "What kind of mission is it?" The jounin looked down at her from behind his lopsided headband for a moment before answering. "A survival exercise." Narumi looked up at him confused, and Saburo protested. "We've already done all this at the academy, aren't we supposed to go on real missions now?" Kakashi never changed his cool tone. "This is not like the training you underwent at the academy." Narumi cocked her head, half confused and half excited. "So what kind of training is it then?"

Kakashi chuckled ominously, and Sasuke felt his spine tighten, his muscles tensing in worry...no in anticipation. Uchiha do not worry. Saburo narrowed his eyes, suspicion glinting in his gaze. "Hey, that's a pretty normal question. Why are you laughing?" The man answered in a sing-song voice. "Well, if I tell you the answer, you're not going to like it." Then he leaned forward, his lone visible eye going dead serious, and scornful. "Of the twenty seven graduates from the academy this year, only nine will actually become konoha genin. The other eighteen will be weeded out and sent back to the academy. Most of those will probably give up on becoming ninja and return to civilian life. In other words, this is a make it or break it pass fail test that you MUST pass if you're going to become a ninja. And there's more than a sixty percent chance that you will fail."

Narumi recoiled in horror, temporarily mute with shock, and Saburo turned slightly green. Sasuke just glared. Of course he wasn't going to fail, he was an Uchiha. Maybe the idiots would have trouble, but he WOULD be passing this test. "So you see, wether or not you become a konoha genin is entirely in my hands. That's the way it is. Be at the designated training ground at five a.m. tomorrow. Oh, and don't eat breakfast. You'll only throw up." As the three of them each tensed, the man stood and turned away. "That's it, you're dismissed." And then he was gone, in a quick swirl of smoke.