I know, I know. No one like an OC, yeah? Well, give this a try. If you don't like it then feel free to throw your computer into a wall or something. I don't care. But please give it a chance. Sadly I do not own Naruto or any of the characters except Kiyoshi. And YES it's a real name. Please review!

"Daddy, why are we here?" I asked, holding his hand tight and walking closer to him.

"I need to speak to the hokage, Kiyoshi," my dad reminded me kindly. "She invited me here to speak about politics. You have to be a good girl and wait outside her office quietly, okay?" Thunder sounded and I gripped his hand tighter. I hated storms. "I know, Kiyo, but don't worry about the storm. Everything will be okay." He smiled at me, his eyes kind. I was the only one who usually saw that expression. For a moment I eyed the long, curved scimitar on his back and wondered how heavy it was.

Finally we came to a tall building and my father picked me up, putting me on his shoulders as he walked to the top. When we got inside he sat me on the floor beside him as he stood in front of a man wearing a long white robe and a broad brimmed hat.

"Why are you wearing your pajamas?" I asked the man, peering up at him through golden eyes. "Are you going to bed?"

The man laughed and took the pipe out of his mouth, bending down so we were on the same level. "This is my hokage outfit," the man informed me. "Though sometimes I do wear them as pajamas. Tell me, what's your name little one?"

"I'm Kiyo," I replied. "Well, actually I'm Kiyoshi, but no one calls me that 'cause it's long. You can call me Kiyo." I stuck my hand out for him to shake while my father grinned. "It's nice to meet you, pajama man."

The man chuckled again and shook my hand. "I'm the third Hokage, Sarutobi. It's nice to meet you too, little Kiyo." He was smiling.

"Daddy, I found the man you were supposed to talk to!" I chirped, looking up at my dad.

"Yes you did," he chortled softly. "Can you wait out here while I speak to him, Kiyo?"

I puffed out my cheeks and frowned. "Okay," I sighed finally. "If you get me some mochi later, okay dad?" I looked up at him with those golden eyes again and he smiled.

"If you're good," he promised, and led me over to a chair by the door. Then he walked into the large office with the hokage and left me outside with two ninja guarding the door. They scared me and seemed to be glaring at the world. I didn't want to talk to them. I wanted to play. As a six year old, I only wanted to play with other kids. I hadn't been able to play in a week, since it'd taken that long to get from the Rain village to the Leaf. My father was the leader of the village and apparently had something very important to say to the hokage. At six I just thought they were talking about teddy bears or something.

Thunder sounded again and I puffed out my cheeks. I didn't like thunder, though I did like the rain. As rain started to pound on the roof I got off the chair and walked toward the exit.

"Your father told you to wait for him," one of the ninjas at the door called.

I didn't even look at him. "It's raining," I called back. "I have to go outside." They said nothing more as I walked out the door and down the stairs, looking up at the sky as it poured down and soaked my hair and face.

"What are you doing?" a low voice asked from somewhere near me, making me jump. I turned around, taking a fighting stance that I'd seen ninjas in my village practice. It was pathetic and I probably looked like an idiot.

The person who had spoke was a little boy about my age. He was sitting under an awning and frowning at the rain that dripped near his feet. The first thing I really noticed was that his hair was in a ponytail. "Why is your hair long like a girl's?" I asked, scrunching my nose up at him.

The boy glared at me with dark eyes. "I don't look like a girl," he growled. "Your hair is short and sticks up like a hedgehog. Well, it did before it got soaked. Now you look like a drowned cat." He looked pleased with himself for the insult.

Tears welled up in my eyes and my bottom lip quivered. A moment later I sniffed and wiped a tear and water from my face. The boy sighed and got up, grabbing my arm and pulling me under the awning.

"I didn't mean it, okay?" he muttered, leaning back on his elbows. "You don't look like a drowned cat. But your hair is spiky."

"I cut it myself," I grinned proudly and touched my soaking hair. Then I stuck out a hand, all traces of sadness gone. "I'm Kiyo," I introduced. "My dad is the leader of the rain village."

"Sokka…So you're here with him while he talks to the hokage about the treaty?" he asked, knowing what he was talking about.

"That's what they're talking about? What's a treaty?" I looked up at him and scooted a little closer so I could hear him over the rain.

The boy rolled his eyes and leaned closer to me as well. "Your village and mine don't like each other very much. Shouldn't you know that? A treaty is an agreement not to hurt each other."

"My dad doesn't want to involve me in politics," I replied proudly. "He wants me to have a happy childhood. I'm only six you know."

"I'm seven. You should know about this stuff." The boy looked out at the rain and his eyes narrowed slightly. "The clouds aren't pretty in a storm," he finally sighed.

"Really? Storms are great. Except for the thunder." I shivered slightly, cold from getting wet. If dad were around he could pull the water off of me with his jutsu. He wasn't.

"Are you cold?" the little boy asked. He still hadn't introduced himself.

"Just a little." I wasn't going to tell him that I was getting chilled. "You're rude," I accused. The boy's eyes widened and his mouth turned down in a frown. "You never told me your name," I went on.

"Ah. I'm Shikamaru Nara. You're bothersome, you know that?" he leaned back again.

"No I'm not!" I glared at him. "You're just mean-"

"Yare, yare," he interrupted with a sigh. "Calm down. I don't want to make you cry again. Why don't you just lie back and watch the storm, yes? It can be relaxing."

I didn't get it. Why would he just want to watch the storm? I'd rather go dance in the rain. With a loud huff I thumped back onto the bench we were on, looking up at the sky from under the awning. "Wouldn't you rather dance in the rain?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"What? Kami, no. That's too bothersome." He sighed again. "Why would you want to dance in the rain and get all wet?" Now Shikamaru shook his head. "I'd much rather watch the storm then be in it."

"Why are you out here all alone, anyway?" I asked, rolling onto my side so I could watch the boy beside me. All thoughts of the storm were gone. I was curious about this boy that was so foreign from anyone I knew.

"My dad had business in the hokage's tower. I told him I'd wait out here. He's probably in there waiting for the rain to stop," the boy explained slowly, lazily.

"Oh." I let out a breath and closed my eyes. "I want to go home," I admitted, the rain lulling me into being relaxed. "This place isn't like my home."

"Probably not," Shikamaru said, waiting for a few moments to reply. "It is pretty far away, right? That would be a bother to come all the way here. Why didn't you stay home with your mother?"

"My mother died when I was a kid," my voice was automatic and emotionless.

"You're still a kid."

"No I'm not!" I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes. "I'm almost a ninja! In a few years I'll be a genin and then I'll be the best."

"Maybe. Or maybe you'll fail out all together, hai?" He was smirking at me, but I didn't see it.

"No I won't! Daddy tutors me almost every day in ninja studies and I'm going to be the best in my class. With what my dad teaches me-" I broke off when he snorted.

"You don't take jokes well, do you? Lighten up, Kito-"

"-It's Kiyo," I corrected dryly.

"That's what I'm talking about. Lighten up. Learn to take a joke." He sighed. "Learn to let things go like the clouds go by."

The rain was still pounding on the awning above us. Luckily it was pretty thick, so I wasn't worried about the awning sinking in or collapsing. Instead I crawled closer to Shikamaru and threw my arm over his stomach. "I'm cold," I informed him, shoving my nose against his arm. He sighed but wrapped his arm around my shoulders and let me use him as a pillow.

"Truly bothersome," I heard him mutter before I fell into a light dose.

A hand shook me awake and it was bigger than Shikamaru's. I opened my eyes to see my dad leaning down above me, a small smile on his face. "It's time to go, Kiyoshi," he murmured, shaking me softly again. Something stirred under my cheek and I looked up to see Shikamaru waking up as well. It had stopped raining.

"Sorry about that," he muttered, sitting up and pulling me up with him. He looked at my father sheepishly before looking away.

"I think you deserve my gratitude, young man," my father said formally. "After all, you didn't let my daughter stay out in the rain too long. Thank you." He shook Shikamaru's hand and then stepped back. "Come on, Kiyoshi. If we don't get back soon Shiro will start to miss you."

"Okay daddy!" I smiled and stretched before turning to Shikamaru. Before he could protest I kissed him on the cheek, a blush creeping over my face. "Bye, Shikamaru!" I giggled, getting to my feet and running after my father. I passed a man who looked a lot like Shikamaru but older. He was smiling slightly and glanced at me when I passed.