Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own Rolemaster. I do, however own Avetre Maevrin.

Konoha's Most Hyperactive Ninjas

Chapter 1

Interesting things happen to interesting people. Interesting things happen to not so interesting people. Frighteningly interesting things happen to Hokages, more specifically Sandiame Hokage. He really did wish that his life was not quite so interesting. He looked at the little Koinichi in front of him in exasperation. She really didn't look like all that much; tiny, rather delicate frame, short raven wing black hair, and leaf green eyes, dressed in a green Chinese style shirt and darker green hakama which was tucked into the bandages wrapped around her calves. She was a rather beautiful little midget, what was worrying him, however, was the sarcastic turn of the mouth and the flashing eyes that were directed at one of the three nervous ANBU that had brought her in and the fact that one of the other ANBU was holding a rather large and evil looking naginata at arm's length.

"Yessssssssss..." she hissed at the rather nervous ANBU, "betcha feel right proud of yourself, Mr. Manly Man, dragging in a little girl for...what was it again..."

Sandaime turned to the ANBU, "Yes, ANBU-san, why did you bring her in here?"

"She was trespassing on the Daimyo's property."

"What part of his property?"

"His section of the forest..."

"AND HOW IN THE BLOODY BLUE BLAZES WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU WRETCHED, MISCREANTIC, TREE HUGGING BUFFOON!" shrieked the midget.

"..."

"Was I supposed to ask a tree, or I know, I was supposed to ask a squirrel, yesssssssss, 'hello Mr. Squirrelly, how are you today, I'm fine thank you, by the way, am I trespassing on any royal's property?" At this point in time the Hokage saw why there were two extra ANBU, they both grabbed the midget when she tried to attack the poor man. Sandaime flinched as the girl started hissing in an unknown language.

"I don't know what you just said, young lady, and I'm of the opinion that I really don't want to. Now, let's clear this up, you were caught trespassing on a piece of the Daimyo's land, which I will acknowledge wasn't marked, carrying a rather painful looking weapon. Why were you carrying such a weapon through Fire Country?"

The girl turned her sarcastic gaze at the Sandaime, "Well, oh great high muck-a-muck, I was carrying my sharp pointy object for protection. I mean c'mon, I'm a squirt and I know there are a rather lot of sick people out there. The only reason I'd kill anyone is if they engaged me in the 'poke, poke, die, die game' first."

Sandaime sighed, "Allow me to rephrase that, where were you going?"

Midget girl blinked, "I was heading somewhere other than home."

"Why?"

"I made the lady of the clan rather annoyed with me. No one told me she didn't like octopi."

"You fixed her octopi."

"No, I put jumping octopi in her fish bowl, she wanted new fish, I gave her new fish...ones that jumped."

Sandaime's eyebrow twitched, "So you're a shinobi? What's your name and that of you clan? Where is your clan located?"

She sighed, "Well, I'm Avetre Maevrin, call me Avetre and I'll introduce you to my cheese grater. I'm from the Crimson Hand clan in Thrandal." She figured she had very little to hide, her clan was neutral and hadn't made any form of enemy this far out.

Sandaime's eyebrows shot up, "Oh really..." Maevrin cringed, that didn't sound good, "As in the Avetre Maevrin known to be the only person who lived through an ambush by Aramis Blackheart. The Avetre Maevrin who also managed to kill the same Blackheart in a combat where only two blows were dealt, yours being the final blow. The Avetre Maevrin that managed to completely slip any and all responsibility for the glory onto the shoulders of her very unwilling comrade? That Avetre Maevrin?"

Maevrin cringed, "Uh, no, you see, Wooky was the one that made the kill. Haven't you heard the songs? I mean there's a rather famous one done by Gwen..."

Sandaime smirked at her, "Your Kage informed all of the Kages around about that one. Bragging rights you know, 'hey, look, one of our smallest genin managed to kill Blackheart in true ninja fashion.' Sorry, the blame lays squarely on your shoulders my dear." He glanced at the ANBU still in the room; the one that was the brunt of Maevrin's frustration was looked decidedly unwell, even through his mask. The other two looked cautious. Maevrin herself looked irritated.

"Crap."

Sandaime laughed, "Well, Maevrin, you now have my undivided attention. How did you manage to defeat Blackheart?"

Maeve scowled, "Sheer dumb luck and a really sweet naginata blow. Being a nin, I'm rather good at ambushes and the detection of them."

Sandaime nodded, "I will accept that. Well, Maevrin-san, I must say you've come at a rather opprotune time."

Maevrin perked up and glanced at him, "I have?"

"Yes, we have just held our genin exams. I have a proposition for you. If you want, you could become a Konoha shinobi and we will of course drop any and all possible charges from the Daimyo. Think of it, you'd have a place to hang your hat that's away from your clan..."

Maevrin considered him for a moment, "Sure, why not...I'm getting tired of traveling. I do, however, want all my stuff back!" she glared at the man holding her naginata, "Especially that and my armor. My naginata of pain is very important to me."

"Granted, now, I'll organize your living arrangements, ANBU-san, take her to the academy."