This is my first real attempt at a fic. I hope to make it through the end but I can't promise anything. I am not that knowledgeable in using the –chans, -kuns etc but will try. I plan to stay pretty close to the manga but will probably most likely end up AU very quickly. There will be no slash of any kind so don't ask. I already have ideas for pairings but suggestions are welcome, however that won't mean that I will actually do them. This takes place after the time jump.

I don't own anything but Dulcinea at this point…

Dulcinea: Really?!

Spiderlilly: Yes really, now go to your spot and get exhausted!

Dulcinea: Awwww already?

Spiderlilly: Yes already.

Dulcinea: Fine! (sticks out tongue and goes into fic)

In a heavily wooded park, 3 pm

"Gah!" It had been a very long and frustrating morning. Clutching the base of my throat with my hands, I doubled over. I was quite the spectacle hunched over, leaning against a nearby tree in the park that I had taken refuge in. My clothes were ripped and spattered in mud, while everything else was covered in bits rotten food and other things best left unmentioned. I stunk to high heaven and looked like something that the cat would proverbially drag in.

Your first impression is probably, "What the heck?" Well let me make a few things clear. My name is Dulcinea; my dad had a thing for Miguel de Cervantes and his novel 'Don Quixote.' I have mint green eyes, natural honey blond hair with red highlights that is long enough to reach my tailbone. I am 5 foot 0 inches and am in pretty decent shape from all the running I have to do to get away from Brian and his gang.

While I tried to calm myself down and get my breathing under control, I thought of that morning's events.

Running through school grounds… earlier that day.

"Get back here you bitch!" shouted my irate classmate.

Freeze! That was Brian; he was the unofficial leader of a group that comprised of my classmates. They were also a group that had decided to unilaterally hate me. Well I suppose that "hate" was too weak of a word. More along the lines of, "you do whatever we ask and we won't turn your life into a living hell," direct quote. Oh yeah, hate was too weak of a word. Utterly despise and hope to enslave, was more along the appropriate lines. Okay you can continue.

"Bloody hell!"

Freeze, again! This is me. This is me running faster then I probably should. This is the result of me not doing Brian's and his friend's homework. Well I did the work, but it didn't turn out the way that Brian had in mind. For some reason he didn't appreciate that his and his friends essays were comprised of insults to our teacher instead of a compare and contrast on a well known historical play. Who knew that it would get him all riled up?

It's not like I didn't enjoy doing the extra work, I knew most of my subjects better then anyone in the class, the teacher too sometimes…I would have too given how many times I ended up doing any particular assignment. That however wasn't the problem. The problem was that now Brian wanted to kill me or seriously maim, whatever came first, because of the trouble I got him and his gang in. Okay, on with the chase scene!

"Serves him right too," I muttered under my breath and instantly regretted it. I could just feel my throat tightening up. It was getting harder to breath; I needed to get away from here.

I was now down the street from the school and running hell bent toward the local park. It was heavily wooded but I knew parts of it like the back of my hand. This leads us to where you all came in on me. Hunched over, fighting to keep calm enough to breath. The last thing I needed to do was to panic.

In a heavily wooded park, 3 pm…again

"Alright," I thought to myself, what do I do and do not have going for me. I have an enraged bunch of idiots after me; mistake number one. I didn't have my inhaler on me; it was in my bag at school, mistake number two. I didn't have my cell phone on me; it was also in that bag, mistake number three. No one knew what was going on, and if they did, well they weren't going to do anything about it. Nobody could financially afford to care about an orphan where I lived.

Musings aside, I had gotten myself under control again and was looking around to see if I had lost my lovely escort.

"Great," I muttered out loud, of course I hadn't. They had just gotten a little lost. With a sigh I pushed myself away from the tree and began to jog deeper into the forest.

After jogging for a few minutes, I had slowed down to a walk and had started to look for hiding places. The forest was thick with various pine trees and low shrubs. It was hilly and covered in rocks. We were in the Rocky Mountains and our little town was purely military, mining and livestock.

As such most of the mountains were in the town one could say. It was defiantly what you thought of when one thought of a mountain get away. No tall buildings, all stores were single story and looked liked throwback western general stores. Most people lived outside of town, on base or in the small amount of apartments in town. If there were more then 5,000 people that weren't living on base, it would be a miracle.

This ultimately meant that it was very easy to get outside of the city limits if you got into one of the so called parks, like I had. I was starting to suspect that I was a fair distance from home. That decided, I decided to stop and began to look around the little clearing of trees that I had come too. It was getting late in the day and I couldn't hear my escort anymore. I sighed in relief and started to turn back the way I had come.

I was able to take about two steps when I heard something move and snuffle behind me. Thinking it was some loose livestock; I turned around slowly to not startle it and got the shock of my life. Blackness quickly followed.

Some time later at an unknown location

"Is this the girl?" the lab technician asked.

The sudden noise awoke me. I flicked my eyes open, saw two people and then quickly closed them. I had a pounding headache and my throat was dry but I decided that being quiet was a better option then sitting up and demanding information. Besides I couldn't sit up even if I wanted too. There were straps holding me down on the table. Also it looked like I had been strip searched. I was wearing a set of clothes that consisted of a generic white top, loose pants and no shoes. However, I was relatively clean now. Nothing but a long soak and harsh scrub was going to make me fit for company though.

"Yes, her father was the original test subject so she should be carrying the correct genes." The man in the unremarkable suit said bluntly. "What the hell?" I thought to myself.

"I see," the tech. replied stoically. "I will do the necessary tests to confirm her status."

"As you wish," the man replied. "We require her presence in two hours." Then the man turned around and left the room. I could hear his footsteps fade away until the door slowly shut behind him.

"You can open your eyes now girl. I know you're awake." The tech said gloatingly.

"So much for that," I thought to myself as I opened my eyes and glared with all that I could at the tech.

"Oh come now, this isn't so bad. You aren't hurt and this will take no time at all." He said as I watched him putter around the white room.

It was covered, floor to ceiling, with laboratory and medical equipment. "After all," he said finally, as he walked over to me, "we mustn't make you late for your appointment." He finally snickered as he began to draw blood samples from my arm.

He was right it didn't take long, but it hurt like nothing that I have felt before. I swear, he was purposely digging those needles into my arm. I have had blood drawn before and there was no way that it had hurt that much.

I was burning with questions, but decided that making the guy with the sharp utensils annoyed was a bad idea. I instead settled for silence punctuated with sharp intakes of breath as he dug those stupid needles into my arm.

Two hours later I was very woozy and the room was spinning. I knew that I had lost a lot of blood to this tech and it was not making me happy. Just then the door banged open and more nondescript men with highly militaristic styled weapons marched into the room with the creepy guy from before.

"Splendid," the tech said. "I have finished the tests and she does indeed carry all the genes that we require and then some. There seems to have been some mutations. Actually there were mutations on all of the genes, more then we predicted," he said sounding annoyed. "It could have possibly occurred when she hit puberty. Her other older blood samples are nothing like these." He finished thoughtfully.

"Will it hamper the device?" creepy guy asked.

"No…yes…I don't know for sure. It could and it could not. I would need to run more tests," He then grimaced, "however we don't have time for that. It would take at least four years to set up another opportunity to complete the project."

"Fine then, hang onto those samples just incase though. We will use her anyway. As you said, we have little choice." With those words, the creepy guy looked at his men, made a hand motion and four of them came over and undid the straps that were holding me down.

I fought them as soon as they got me loose, but I was way too weak and it did not take much for them to regain control. Fuming, I let them put me in a wheel chair, strap me in and take me out of the room into the hall.

The walls and floor were all concrete and had single lights, high up on the wall every so many yards, casting an eerie glow on everything. It left much to the imagination as to where I was.

I finally asked them, "What are you going to do with me?" I got nothing but laughter in response. Then creepy guy said, "You are going to make history!"

I swear. My day was the worst day I had ever had in history.

A short time later, we left the concrete tunnels and entered a very large room. It looked like a warehouse and then I realized where I was. This was the military base right outside of town, I was in the airplane hanger, but there were no airplanes.

In the center on of the room there were these ray gun looking things, (I swear they looked like someone stole them from a cartoon.) and they were, all four of them, pointed at a small platform in the middle of the room. It didn't take a genius to figure out where I was going. The parts of the room not devoted to the ray guns were covered in computers, monitors, screens, gadgets, gizmos and people.

Sure enough the men put me up on the platform, wheelchair and all, and backed away from the ray gun things. I immediately started to struggle, but it was no use, I was still too weak. Then some static like noise made me look up and I saw the ray guns start to glow. They were glowing brighter with every passing second. Lightening bolts were starting to leap from ray gun to ray gun. Then there was silence. The light stopped, in fact the whole building was dark and then there was this incredibly bright light and I knew no more.

"Shit!" creepy guy yelled. There was nothing but panic when the lights turned back on in the hanger. People were racing everywhere trying to figure out what happened. What had happened was not what was supposed to happen. The girl was supposed to mutate, not disappear. It would take months, maybe a few years, to figure out what had gone wrong. The creepy man swore again, all those years of planning, down the drain. They would have to start all over. His bosses would not be pleased.

In between

Two beings were panting heavily as they looked at the girl they had just rescued.

The female entity finally said, "The humans came much to close to success for comfort that time."

"I agree," the male being said. "They are not culturally or scientifically ready for such a power yet."

The female being nodded in agreement. "However, what do we do with this one? We can not return her and she cannot remain here."

The male was quiet for a moment, arms crossed on his chest, head bowed in thought. "Either way, wherever we send her, we will have to fix the damage that has been done to her. Her body can handle some of the manipulation that was done, but the transfer here stressed it to capacity." Was what he finally said.

At that thought, both of the entities looked down at the girl, she was covered in blood and bits and pieces of her were missing all together. Their intervention had not caused it, but during the transfer all they could do was keep it is stasis.

With the same idea in mind, both beings stretched their hands over her and concentrated. They restored her to her original state and then added some upgrades. More like they awaken the upgrades that were already there.

"There, that should do it." The female entity said, looking down proudly at their creation.

"Hmm, now where to send her?" her companion wondered.

"How about?"

"You don't mean?"

"Of course, where else would suit her now?"

"You have a point," the male entity conceded. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," the female one said. They both stretched forth their hands again over the girl and she vanished.

They looked at each other once more. Both of them had sadistic smiles crossed their faces and lightening glittering in their eyes. There would be one hell of a storm that rained down on that little mountain military base tonight. For it was no military base, it was a cover up facility for a very wealthy research firm. Tonight every lab, building, and project that they had in the world would be destroyed. Tonight the humans would learn what would happen if they ever broke the code. Tonight they would learn what happened when humans decided to play with the gods.

Konoha, our beloved heroine is laying beneath a tree…

There was sunlight on me. I could hear birds twittering. The wind was rustling the leaves. It felt like I was lying on grass. It was very peaceful. Wait a minute! Grass? Birds? Wind? What was going on? I finally opened my eyes and looked straight into a pair of wide eyes with large caterpillar like eyebrows that seemed to take over half of his face. It was bare inches from mine. I promptly yipped…yipped? and tried to back away.

I succeeded in getting that face away from me, as it jerked back quickly, and then I promptly hit my head on the tree that I was lying under. Quickly grabbing my poor noggin', I curled up into a ball on my side. Then somewhere behind this strange person there was a voice.

"Lee, get away from it." It was a rather stern non-emotional voice. I slowly uncurled, turned my head and looked over toward the voice. The person that spoke had no irises and was flippen' 100 feet tall. I had had enough and promptly passed out…again.