I don't own naruto. I'm just a fan of itafemnaru

'...'= thought

"..."= talking

Main character is Naruko

Name: Naruko Uzumaki Namikaze

Relatives: Kushina Uzumaki(mother), Minato Namikaze(Father), Naruto Uzumaki(brother)

Naruko couldn't be a jinchuuriki like her brother. The kyuubi chakra mixed up with her chakra and she became an hanyo a half demon breed.

Bio: Naruko was separated in birth from her family in Konoha. The Shinobi council thought it would be the best if the brother and sister never met, but to their dismais she knew of her brother. They brought her to a village. In the village she felt not a part of the villagers. They would glare at her and treat her badly. It's until she couldn't stay there, she escaped. She and a goblin tried to survive even though she has bad disease...

Chapter 1

She dreamt she sat on a rocking chair near her doorstep, rocking back and forth with no care in the world. Enjoying the sight before her. The children. Her children were playing on the courtyard hide and seek. It was as if it was so real. But was it real?

A smile tugged on her lips. Her cerulean blue eyes paced through the scenery. Blossoms falling from trees and bushes. It was a dance with the wind, during a summer day. Everything seemed at peace. Even the birds were flapping in great pleasure, bathing in the sun light. The cheers of her children took her attention again. Their delighted faces and smiles carved in her mind, never forgetting this moment. 'Is this paradise?' She thought for a moment.

Until blood appeared as if from nowhere, splattered through the courtyard and let her children sank in the sea of blood. Her children shouted, asked for help, trying to get out. Tears streamed out of their eyes, looking so scared at their mother. Their hands reaked out for the help of their mother. But it was too late. The sea of blood swallowed them.

Horrified, she tried to get out of the rocking chair, screaming for her children. But somehow she couldn't get off the chair. Blinking, she saw the chair changing in a chair of swords and blades piercing in her flesh. The barbs and swords bit into her flesh as she tried to move her body. Blood ran down her legs, stained it red. The more she tried to move the more the chair engulfed her, tearing parts of flesh from her breast and back cutting through her arms and legs. At the end she looked like a bloody creature, all while she heard her children screaming in terror.

The cries echoed in her ears when she felt a light touch on her head and woke her up.

For a heartbeat she thought that hand was another sword and she cried out suddenly, but it was only a goblin. The hand of the goblin shivered, because of her actions. With wide open eyes she stared at the goblin. A strand of her golden blonde, body-lenght hair landed on her face. She breathed heavily, even her heartbeat rate was high. "Naruko! Are you alright?" the goblin said with his raspy voice. The voice brought her back to reality. She knew to whom it belonged. It was Craft, her longtime friend and helper. When she was young she always played with Craft and other goblins. She knew from the start that the humans were strange creatures to her and that they wouldn't get along. But she had a thing for foreigner. Strange, but they were much funnier and much more interesting."You started to scream in agony. Yelling at I don't know what!"

'So it was a dream?' She thought. She looked down at her hands, turning them over to make sure she had all her fingers in the right places. When she ran her hand down her back, she felt goosebumps all over her skin. There was no cuts, no blood, nor a chair of swords and blades. She sighed in relief...'it was only a bad dream...my children... The floating blood, the chair of swords...'she sodemly thought,'but was this a dream or the future?'

She stared at her surroundings alert-eyed. She layed on the grass in the middle of the scenery. She felt the wind on her skin, making more goosebumps. Trees loomed over her letting their shadow fall on her, even if it was night. Through the branches the stars glimmered high in the sky. It was a typical nightfall were stars shine far away up in the sky.

The goblin stood next to her, giving her worried looks. He held her in case she will scream in fear. Craft stroke her back gently in slow moves. It was clear he wasn't certain what he should do with her in time of fear. His forest green eyes, that always held a gently touch, since their childhood, observed her tremulous.

"I'm alright... I just had a fearfull nightmare...", she muttered in a slim voice. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain roaling down her hole body. She gripped Craft's hands, clenching them with her hole strenght. "Naruko! Deep breath! Just hold on we bring you in the house." The pain was unbearable. It was like tearing her apart until she was on the verge of fainting. With a few gasps she looked up to the sky, before her sight turned black.

The sound of chirps brought her back to conscious. Slowly she opened her eyes before she quickly shut it again. The light was to bright for her sensetive eyes. Moving under the covers she tried to sleep again, but with no luck. Naruko peeked under the covers with a moan. A sigh escaped out of her lips while she was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. 'I feel like a bag of weed'ttebaio' she thought sleepy, rubbing her back, like an old man does.

In a split second she jumped out of the bed. 'First of, where the hell am I! It must be a habit of not knowing where I am... Sigh.' She drifted her eyes around the room. Instead of the high builted bed there was a traditional Japanese feature futons - flat mattress placed directly on the floor. The closet was in the wall and the floor was a Tatami-floor. The shoji door which was sticked with patterns and drawings, were half open so Naruko could see the sen-garden.

"Kiree..." She hummed in fascination. In the middle of the sen-garden stood a big cheery bloosom tree, bloomed in pride, letting the bloosom fall on the ground. Her heart almost stopped as she saw the tree, as nature never struck her so beautiful and her lips slowly smiled warmly. It was the first time she has seen such a wonderful scenery.

She smiled with happiness and amazement. Naruko closed her tranquil ocean deep blue eyes to commit this scene to her memory. She walked out to terrace to adore scene before her.

"Oi Naruko!", Craft called as he was walking on the wooded terrace, but Naruko didn't give him an answer. She had a dreamy look on her face and a smile plastered on her lips. "Oi Naruko!" He tried again, but unfortunately she didn't react. As he was only a foot away from her, he snipped with his finger before her until she was brought from her la-la-land.

With a shriek she jumped backwards not knowing that behind her was the edge of the wooden terrace. "Ahhh!", she screamed when she fell into the stone garden. "Craft! You're a freaking Idiot! That hurts!", she shouted at Craft while she was patting her head. It hurt very much. Her normally calm and happy demeanor slowly changed and her face contorted in nothing but consuming anger. Her eyes flashing, closing into slits, her mouth quivering and trembling. Her hands closed into fists and she crouched forward.

Suddenly she dashed forward, jumped on the wooden terrace. Her hands were in a fighting position as she punched Craft right in the face. She gave him a saddistic smile. Her eyes as cold as ice.

His body made contact with the shoji door, flew right through and slid on the floorlike a potateos sack inside her room.

When he stood up, he asked, "What was that for?". He looked confused and irritated at her. "Because of you, I hurt my back! You jerk!", Naruko yelled. Her face was pulled in a satisfied grin.

Once she approached Craft, she looked at Craft with her famous smile. Her smile was malicously and dazzling. Her tranquil blue eyes sparkled in the light, shimmering, dazzling and glistening with life. As the sun brushed her long golden hair, an iridescent glow omitted through the golden mane, sparkling like a floating stream. Her feautures were the first thing what took his attention. The three whiskers on both cheeks made her look like a fox. Tanned skin was only making her more adorable. All in all she looked extremely splended. Her laugh was a sound of harps, all harmonic and melodic. It blew gently the anger of Craft away. At a time like this he could never be angry at her, even though she would dissapoint him in some way, he couldn't. Not with such beaming smile.

"The reason I came to you, was to tend you." His little face slackened. His brows furrowed,- eyes darting about concern, as if he was searching for any ache on her. "Oh you don't have to worry about me'ttebaio..." Naruko waved her hands in front of her, showing that she was alright. She wasn't sure of herself whether she was alright. She still felt the pain in her heart which wouldn't end. To feel nothing but pain, tearing her apart, slowly and dolorous. Terrible is the only word to paint it.

"Are you sure?", Craft questioned."Yes. That's the end of questions for now." she stated. A soft breeze flowed into the room, brushed her skin slightly. "Now more importantly. Where are we?" "We're in a house in the deep forest. The owner is also the same species as I am. He kindly provided accommodation to us and offert us medication." "He must be really a benevolent fellow. That means I have to send him my regards", Naruko stated with her eyes closed in a thinking way.

Thanks to him she wasn't on the death list of the reapers. She has a great dept and she knows she had to pay him back someday . A sigh escaped from her lips. "Bring me to the owner. I must show him my gratitude" with this they sprinted to the owner.

The room was full of lovely patterns and drawings. So clean and so royal. She couldn't believe that another goblin was so spacious and clean. Craft instead is dirty and didn't get along with tidiness. By the time she strolled in the room, she observed all the rich furniture. "Sit my dear guest", someone said suddenly . The voice was like Craft raspy and deep, but held a gently touch in it.

Naruko turned to the direction of the voice with her eyes sharpened in slits. The goblin came out of the corner, watched them, having chocolate brown curious eyes followed their every move. His hand pointed them the floorseats at the table. His slowly movements were wary and likely old. His beard hanging to his belly, stretched long with grey strands. It lasted long until he finally joined them on the table.

"My name is Naruko Uzumaki. I thank you for giving us shelter. We are no more than stranger, but you gave us everything what we needed. Thank you. We owe you so much. I even owe you more than my fellow friend." With her head on the floor, hands to the sides, she bowed deeply. Her cerulean eyes were clenched close. In her voice one could heard her deep gratitude for the goblin. She may just bow to him, but deep in her, she knew that wasn't enough for her life savior. She must give him something worthy for his pity to her. But what?...

"Please Naruko-chan don't bow to an old goblin like me. I should give you my name in return. What Goblin would I be? My name is Oni Shihoin", He bowed in return, with a striking smile. His eyes were gently observing her.

Naruko quickly sat straight. Her serious eyes gazed the old goblin."But I must. You saved my life, Shihoin-sama. I don't know what to give you in return because I have nothing left back home... When you need something please don't feel troubled to ask us", her look showed confident and seriousness. "What happened to your home if I may ask?", his curiosity was picked when she said she had nothing left back home. This girl in front of him had a serious problem. "Nothing happened. The village in that I grew up hated me. They didn't want to do anything with me. I was different they say. I am nothing but trouble they say. So with that I had enough and left. Probaly by now they celebrating my leave", she explained.

Suddenly there was a dark depressed aura around her. Her expression changed in to a sad grim. She bit on her lips nervously when the memories haunted her again. "But you left even though you're sick?", the goblin asked. He felt pity for her. She struggled her hole life to be alive. "I couldn't stand to be with them. I didn't like humans anyway. They only break you apart if they have chance." Thinking back, she wanted them to suffer. She wanted to hurt them, burn them, let them feel the same way as she did. But she couldn't. She couldn't feel any hate towards them, only anger. This left her asking herself if she liked the village. Maybe?

"Well that's knew to me that you hate humans. I have to say I was little shocked when I saw your friend infront of my doorstep", he laughed while holding his belly. "An half-human and goblin. You're sure different than other humans. I like you", he laughed loud and heartly. His laughter echoed in the spacious room. "Well you know in such a big house it is really hard to clean it up. I would like someone who is good at such things and because I heard you left you're home I would be happy if you stay and help me here. For long as you wish of course"

Craft and Naruko exchanged looks. They weren't sure if they could trust him. Since their village they needed some trust issues. Back then the only thing that could help thrm was self-defence and the not-trusting-other-people. But here is man giving them a home. Naruko nodded her head.

"Yes, Oni-sama. We would like to."

Author Note:

Japanese

-sama: out of respect to the person, thinking high of him

-chan: it is normally said to children, but because of how old Shihoin is he adresses Naruko with chan

'ttebaio & dattebane : another word for ya know

I'm very sorry if there are any misspelling. I'm not really good at writing a story in english, but I tried.

So again if it really bothers you, I am really sorry.

Leave a comment if you want more or write what would be really awesome.

There would be some itanaru moments in the next chapter.