Chapter One
Third Person
A young woman of twenty ran through the dark, cold night, holding a bundle in her arms. The bundle happened to be a baby girl, who happened to be sleeping. The woman began to run a little faster, hearing another pair of footsteps coming behind her.
Being jostled awake from the tempo of her mothers' feet going faster fromit's rythimic timing, the baby girl started to wail from miscomfort. "Shhhhh. It's okay. It's okay. As soon as we get to you daddy's house everything will be alright," the twenty year old said, speaking softly to the child in her arms.
The woman, who had just stupidly told her boyfriend that the child was not his, was hopeing that she could make it to the birthfather's house, before her boyfriend killed her and her baby. Arriving at a hotel stairway, the twenty year old ran as fast as her legs could allow her to run up the stairs. 412, 413, 414... Ah! Here it is... 415, the woman thought happily.
Knocking on the door rapidly, she started to try to entertain the still awake child in her arms. The baby, she relized, had the most beautiful eyes she's only seen once. On her father. Hearing the door click open, a young man with dark hair, and mesmorizing dark eyes, that his daughter has, appeared in the doorway.
"Ayame? What are you doing here?" the man asked her, confused. "Fugaku-san! You have to take her now !" the woman said panicly, looking franticly behind her. "Why Ayame-chan? Isn't yours and your boyfriends' kid?" Fugaku asked her, still confused, or possibly even more. Ayame shook her head, her pure white locks shaking sideways with her head. "You know that time we had... the thing?" Ayame said nervously.
Fugaku nodded shamefully, sad that he cheated his wife, who also, just a few days ago, gave birth to his second son, who they still had to name. "She's yours. I need you to take so he doesn't hurt her in anyway," Ayame said, shoving the little bundle towards his unsuspecting arms. "But... what will I tell my wife? That I cheated on her with another woman, and then she gave me a kid?" he asked her.
Fugaku was supposed to train for a year in Suna, and during the first month, he was drunk one night and was with an old friend of his. In their younger days, they dated for awhile, but it went stale after a few weeks, but seeing eachother for the first time, both drunk, they got it on.
"You get back here Bitch!" a yell said behind them, maybe eight yards below them, since they were on the fourth floor of the building. "Keep her safe," Ayame said sternly. "Her name's Uri, and she loves this stuffed thing very much," Ayame said, handing her friend a stuffed kunai knife with a creepy smling face on it.
"Even though she's still young, she adapted to this quicker then anything, okay Fugaku-san?" Ayame asked him. He nodded, and the woman accross from him gave her daughter one last kiss on the forehead, before she ran down the stairs, kunai in hand, so she can stall her ex - boyfriend long enough for her daughter on ex - lover to escape back to Konoha.
"Well, well, well. The skank finally showed up. What about the coniving little brat that you produced that wasn't mine at all? Is it here? Or did you give the ugly thing up for adoption already?" Ayame's ex-boyfriend asked her, in a snarky voice. "I didn't do anything bad to her if that's what your asking me. And I won't let you go any futhur and hurt her. Ever," Ayame said as bravly as she could, trying not let him hear the little shakes in her voice.
"Whatever. I'll just kill her, after I kill you. Maybe I'll let it live for a few more years. Let it enjoy life," the man accross from her said. Ayame was so pissed off then, that she charged into action, swinging her weapon towards his stomach, where most of the important oragans were. He dodged it just in time, and swiftly went behind her, before whe could even recover. "You know... I really liked you, but then, of course, you cheated, and had a baby," the man said, and stabbed her on the left side of the back, making the knife he grabbed earlier puncture her heart. Ayame coughed up blood, and fell to her knees, her hands holding her up. "You won't get her, Hitoshi-san. He'll protect her with his life. I know it," the woman said, and collapsed to the solid ground, no pulse through her body, the blood stopping in her veins pouring out from the wound in her back.
Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Fugaku held the child, his bag packed, and on his back. "Okay. Here we go. To Konoha," he said, and jumped out the window of the hotel, and landed lightly on the ground, near the gates of Suna, and began to run towards his home, and his awaiting family. "Let's hope Mikoto-chan goes well with this situation," the daddy whispered to his female compaian," or we'll both die from her wrath."