I do not own Naruto

So I have an idea where I am going with this; however, updates will be periodical

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He had been born in the red light district of Kunohagakure no Sato, to a whore who abandoned him as soon as she could and a drunken ninja nobody could remember looked like let alone the name of. He had noticeable powder blue hair and eyes the color of liquid gold, the hair which he got from his "mother" was always covered with his low hanging black hood. Shadows splaying across his face made his eyes stand out like two miniature suns, drawing attention wherever he went.

When he was 6 he enrolled into the shinobi academy to get out of the orphanage and away from the caretakers annoying yelling. Until now, he had been good at everything he tried, the math and sciences coming to him especially easy, but comparing his practical skills to the clan kids gave ample evidence that he was far behind, and that was NOT okay to him.

This would require some subtlety.

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Shiori was sneaking into an old clan compound on the far edge of the village. It wasn't very smart but he needed more information in order to train on his own without hurting himself. The Sasaki Clan had become extinct the year before when the last clan member was KIA, their bloodline was apparently brought out only under special circumstances right before near death so many of them had died trying to force the flames out until only one Sasaki was left alive.

Shiori didn't know the man's name, but he knew he had gone out in a supernova of yellow tinged red fire taking a whole squadron of Kumo Anbu out with him.

At his funeral the Sandaime-Sama had said he embodied the morals of the Will of Fire like the rest of the men and women on the memorial stone. So even though there were no members of this clan left he still had to be careful, the compound was still patrolled by the Konoha Police.

Taking care to sneak into the main house he pushed down his chakra as much as he could, they had just learned that in the academy last week so he still couldn't get it down to civilian levels yet even with his child sized reserves.

Searching for something worthwhile was proving difficult for him, he had so far found some scrolls on advanced chakra control, some fire jutsu, and a weird book detailing the properties of something called 'soul flames' with the little illustrations of people on fire. Shiori thought it was a kid's book that looked pretty interesting so he took it along with the rest of his loot.

Unfortunately, most of the stuff was too advanced for him, but he could read them and start on them when he got better. The only other thing he could do to get better until then was find a strong sparring partner to help him so he could climb the rankings.

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He had sparred and trained with everyone in his class, he was already in the top 3, climbing higher every review period to where the only people ahead of him were a Hatake and an Uchiha. Currently, he was in a taijutsu match with a Hyuuga named Hikaru.

The other boy's hands were fast, flashing out to his tenketsu points only to be blocked or dodged at the last second by Shiori.

Shiori was small for his age, making it easier to knock an opening into the other boy's stance before sweeping his feet out from under him and knocking him out of bounds.

"Winner is Shiori, good job you two. Next is Yamanaka and Uchiha Tsubasa."

He walked over to the tree and sat in one of the taller branches, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he cooled down; watching the Uchiha trounce the Fangirl in about 3 seconds. Tch. What a joke, these girls were so useless they were going to get their whole unit killed their first mission in this war.

Gold eyes rolled under his hood as the other Uchiha in his class started shouting about being the Hokage and messing around one of the fangirls… Nohara?

It wasn't important even if she was the girl with the highest scores, she still went all googly-eyed and slack jawed around the Hatake Heir when she saw him, making her another one of those women that he couldn't stand just like his "mother" a term he used in its loosest definition.

Uchiha Obito was loud, uncouth, always late and the biggest waste of potential Shiori had ever met. The boy had a lot of chakra; he could feel it from across the village without even trying, so it made Shiori irrationally angry to see him goofing off all the time; when he had to work so hard to stay close to the top of the class.

He didn't ever get enough to eat and it clearly showed in his short body, he was the fasted in the academy because he had to be. Even the weak girls could overpower him if he didn't reinforce his muscles with chakra.

Snapping out of his spiraling thoughts Shiori looked up to find the matches wrapping up; kicking off of the treetop he landed silently, ghosting up behind the group entering the academy. He had 3 more years of this…. Joy…

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Hatake Kakashi was very confused by one of his classmates, which didn't often happen to the 5 year old ninja-in-training. As a member of the dwindling Hatake Clan he had superior senses that allowed him certain perceptions when confronted with a scent.

He could discern gender, emotions, and even what someone had been doing up to 24 hours before hand.

So he was very confused since the only thing he could pick up from Shiori under the smells of sweat, other children, and food; was fire. He had scented older ninja with strong fire affinities before, but even that was more of a smoke scent, like a burning log. Shiori's scent was strong like a wild fire; he didn't know what they were doing to get the fire so enriched into their scent but it was something he wanted to find out.

Shiori would never know of his interest, he was the best in the academy after all; besides, how long would finding out the secret take?

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Hatake is following me again. Was the bland thought of Shiori as he walked into the weapons shop. This little habit of his had started 3 years ago and was still going on even after the silver haired boy graduated from the academy in their 1st year.

He never saw the other boy, Kakashi was too good for that, but the white crackle of his chakra zipped across his senses when he came within 3 blocks of him.

Continuing to browse the shuriken and kunai he came across some scrolls that had gathered a lot of dust on one of the lower shelves. Cocking his head to the side he picked up the scroll on top and opened it up.

Reading quickly he found it was an old iryoninjutsu for beginners, it showed the steps in balancing your chakra as well as how to heal small cuts and bruises. Thinking it was pretty interesting he rolled it back up and after grabbing the other 4 scrolls there trotted up to the owner to buy his things.

This morning had been his graduation exam which he passed with flying colors; he had been in such a good mood he had even pulled his hood down for the camera man to take his registration photo. Ignoring the way the man had gone sparkly eyed at his delicate appearance he had left the tower, pulling his hood back up in time so no one else saw his face.

He would report for team placement tomorrow morning so he was buying more Shinobi tools now in preparation; he was already planning on going to sleep early tonight after a healthy meal.

Humming in delight he made his way out of the store and using a chakra boost ran up the wall onto the roof; he had begun training with the scrolls he got from the Sasaki Clan last year, he had mastered the advanced control exercises along with 2 of the fire jutsu, but the others were still giving him some trouble.

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop it took him about 4 minutes to reach the apartment he had bought; he had been living there for about a month after the orphanage matron had kicked him out. It was preferable here where he could be alone and not worry about brats going through his things like at the orphanage.

After eating a quick meal he went to sit on his futon and read the scrolls he got that day. He read through the first scroll for a few hours before putting it to the side and getting ready for bed, Kakashi had finally left the building across the street about 30 minutes ago so he felt it was safe to pull his hood down now.

His long blue hair was pulled in a low ponytail, the shorter locks escaping and framing his small face delicately. Taking a quick bath and braiding his hair back Shiori slipped back into his futon immediately falling asleep like they were taught in the academy.

Tomorrow was a big day for the 10 year old and he wanted to be ready for anything.