【𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄】

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

          first day of 4th term in 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘, and the classroom of 3-B buzzed with noise.

          chairs scraped floors. boys compared hand signs and sparring scars. girls huddled in corners, whispering about whose clan was strongest, who might end up on a team with 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀. laughter and chatter filled the air like static.

          then the door slid open, and just like that, the noise fell away.

a girl stood in the doorway, silhouetted in soft morning light.

she didn't introduce herself.

she didn't bow.

she simply stepped inside, silent as mist, graceful as a falling petal.

          her hair was a deep black, so dark it shimmered violet when it caught the sun. the upper half was gathered into a soft bun at the back of her head, secured with a silver butterfly clip that gleamed like moonlight on a blade, while the rest flowed freely past her shoulders in delicate, layered strands. the ends of her hair faded into a soft lavender hue, like the brushed edge of a butterfly's wing.

          her skin was smooth and pale, porcelain-like without effort. her expression calm, unreadable, but not cold. she wore the kind of smile you couldn't place, not polite, not fake, but distant. as if she were gently guarding something behind it.

          her beauty wasn't loud. It was quiet, refined, and difficult to look away from.

          but what caught their eyes just as much was her outfit. it was unlike the standard academy uniform.

           she wore a tailored black shinobi bodysuit, elegant and close-fitted but over it, she wore a flowing haori, pale white fading to soft lavender at the sleeves, detailed with delicate butterfly wing patterns stitched in silver thread. the sleeves were loose, fluttering when she moved. the hem brushed behind her like soft wings. and a single stitched butterfly rested near her collarbone as if alive.

           she wore thin mesh gloves, and her sandals were wrapped up the ankle with silky black ties. even her kunai pouch was patterned, its flap etched with a tiny violet wing.

she didn't look like a fighter.

she looked likesomeone out of a painting. too elegant for war, too perfect to be here.

and yet, she carried herself like she belonged.

          she walked with gentle, unhurried steps to an empty seat by the window. not at the front. not in the back. right where the sunlight filtered in softly, just enough to light her hair like dusk and shadow.

she sat with folded hands, straight-backed, still.

no one told her where to go.

no one had to.

"...who is that?" a boy whispered.

"she's so pretty..." breathed a girl. "like-like, a porcelain doll!"

"she looks like she walked out of a scroll painting." a boy muttered.

"i've never seen anyone dress like that..."

"she has to be from a noble clan... right?"

"KOCHO, " muttered one girl. "they say they use poisons."

a girl beside her asked "Kocho? i thought they went extinct two years ago"

"she's the last survivor"

"Poisons?" someone whispered. "but she looks like she couldn't even hurt a fly..."

"that's what makes it worse."

a brown-haired boy finally called out.

"hey! what's your name?"

she didn't look startled.

She turned to him slowly,smile untouched.

"Ameiko," she said, voice smooth and soft, like silk brushing paper. "Kocho. it means butterfly."

"what kind of name is that?" the boy snorted.

still, her smile didn't falter.

"one that lands quietly..." she said, her eyes going crescent while smiling "...or poisons you."

the room fell silent again.

even the sun outside seemed to pause.

          in the far back corner, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀 looked up for the first time all morning. he watched her for a moment, not just how she looked, but how completely in control she seemed. 'Kocho Clan, hm?' he eyed her carefully.

          𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀 lowered her eyes, flustered. she's beautiful. and confident... I wish I could be like that!

          𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀 narrowed her eyes. "she looks like she thinks she's too good for everyone." but her voice wasn't as sharp as usual. beside her, 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 frowned faintly, crossing her arms. " okay, seriously, what's with the perfect hair and silent beauty act?" she glanced again..' ugh. why does she look like a storybook kunoichi?' but her hand unconsciously tugged at her own hair tie.

          𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀, half-asleep in his seat, cracked an eye open. "troublesome girl," he muttered. "definitely not normal." but his stares did not leave the girl.

          in the seat one row behind her, 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 was practically falling out of his chair. his mouth hung open slightly. "W-Whoa..." he blinked once. twice. " is she from another village or something?"

          he whispered to himself. "she doesn't look like she eats bugs like the rest of us." he glanced again. 'what's with her? she looks soft but scary. like... a pretty snake or something...' he thought.

           from behind the classroom door, Iruka-sensei watched for a moment longer than necessary. he tapped the clipboard thoughtfully. "the butterfly arrives," he whispered. "let's hope her wings are meant for flight... and not for cutting."

that was 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎's first day.

the girl who walked like mist.the one who didn't need to speak to be heard.the one with butterfly patterns on her sleeves and something sharp beneath them.

the one everyone remembered.even before she ever said a word in battle.

【𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄】

omg HELLOOO??? the inconsistency in spacing, lmao sorry about it! pls let me know what do u think of this chap! LOVE YOU ALL, I'LL UPDATE SOONER let me just put my brain first into a coma. *wink*

also, everyone is like 8 yrs old here cuz it's their 3rd term now and according to google they have 6 yrs school duration before they graduate, so yeah. i don't know much about naruto, okay? huhu cuz i don't really mind the minor details, and that's why my ass finds it a lil difficult to understand naruto bruh.

edit: yuh i changed it again—their ages. so basically, instead of 8, they are 10 yrs old here. and kocho clan massacre happened two years ago.