**Okay fellow naruto lovers, this is my first Naruto Fan Fiction story. So read and reveiw, tell me what you like and what you dislike. And I hope I have more likes than dislikes.**
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto, enough said.
**Uchiha Sasuke**
I had been waiting for what seemed like forever now, Orochimaru said he'd be back by morning to start training. Though this little mission of his was running late, he knew I wasn't one with patience, and yet this always seemed to happen. I sat in the dark room, it having no light since this hideout was underground, and tried to make patterns from the faint ceiling. I had gotten used to living like this, constantly changing places, following Orochimaru wherever he went, it was a routine. Though at times I still faintly felt the urge to escape back Kohona, and see Naruto, even Sakura too. However, only ever faintly, the last time I saw them was in that desert, I had seen just how powerful Naruto could be, though he had not been anywhere near me when I saw him. Sakura had seemed as helpless and annoying, as ever, though she seemed to be in pain. I did not want to cause them pain, I only wanted to leave and become powerful. To kill the man that killed my life, the man who killed and destroyed my clan, my brother Itatchi.
The thought of him made me want to punch something, kill someone, though I had learned to control my anger over the years. I moved my gaze from the ceiling and pulled out my katakana from its seethe. It was beautiful, my fighting partner, I would never have any other companion besides it, never.
Footsteps from the distance made me whip my sword back into its home at my hip, I listened closely to the sound.
I could tell the first two, I had gotten to know the sound of their footsteps in the past three years. Orochimaru was one, he seemed to stride more than walk, his feet barley touching the ground, he was graceful, in a creepy way. Kabuto was the second, he walked normally, though just a bit louder than necessary, he was too cocky. The third person I couldn't recognize, also it wouldn't be someone I knew, since there was only three people in this hideout. From the sound of the person's footsteps, I could tell it was a female, light on her feet seeming to be a bit tentative. A female, huh? That was strange, what would Orochimaru want with a woman, the thoughts rushing into my head made me shudder.
I was about to find out, I saw the shadows reflecting off the hallway walls, from the carefully lined candles. One shadow was definitely a woman's, I had been right on that one, and the other two Orochimaru and Kabuto.
The three figures stood at the doorway to the room I was in, the female was on the end, she seemed to be petite in her build, though developed in most ways.
"You're late," I told Orochimaru coldly.
He laughed his laugh, even though I was used to it, it still made my very being chill to the bone.
"We've found your new partner, Sasuke-kun," Kabuto told me, always thinking he's superior to me, even though I was the better fighter.
"This woman? She is the partner you have been talking about? I have told countless times, I fight alone," I hissed at them, it was irritating to have them do this.
"His partner?" She spoke, "What do you want with me?" The female's voice was softer than I expected, though it rung with confidence.
"This is Uchiha Sasuke," Orochimaru directed at me for the girl, she whipped her gaze from my master to me.
"And Sasuke-kun, this is Yuki Aya," I was introduced to the petite woman.
She seemed very unpleased by the fact of being here, though she did not seem scared, which confused me.
"I am so very looking forward to see your ability, Aya-san, won't you go and train with Sasuke-kun for me," Orochimaru voice seemed to grind my eardrums, hers also from it seemed.
"Fight her? I'll kill her in the first strike," I laughed at the idea, she was so female, so weak and frail, I would annihilate her.
"Kill me you say? It isn't nice to judge one by their looks, Sasuke-kun," She was cocky, the way she sneered my name made me realize she thought she could take me on.
This struck an interest in me, I would enjoy crushing her confidence, get that smirk off her face, which I knew she had.
"Okay, Yuki Aya," I sneered her name back at her, "Let's do this, shall we."
I disappeared as I threw down a smoke bomb, and reappeared in the training room, this room was the only one with proper light, I could observe her better here.
Orochimaru appeared first, and Kabuto appeared shortly after, gripping the top of Aya's arm. She shook off his grip, and glared at him, she already had an intense dislike for him, that was one thing we had in common.
She was short, shorter than most women were, though she perfectly proportioned and fit, having a young version of an hourglass figure. Her hair fell to her shoulders; it was golden blonde, though for a girl it was especially layered and a bit messy.
She was dressed in black tights that went half way down her thighs, having a ninja pouch other left leg. Her top half, she was dressed in a fitting light blue top, that had a small cape that fell behind her ending in the same place as her tights. Around her arm she wore a forehead protector, the symbol for the hidden village of the snow, it explained her last name. She had a dark blue rope around her hips, that tied in a basic knot at her side, I looked at her face. She was pale, as pale as myself, though her eyes were an emerald green. Though all of a sudden her eyes got darker, when I realized it was from her frowning at me.
"Hidden village of the snow, huh?" I questioned her, though the reaction I got wasn't expected.
"There is no such village, I am the remaining and only ninja left, so feel privileged, you are fighting a person who is the last of her clan," She said seriously, though I was not privileged, I knew what it was like to be the last of a clan.
"Interesting, isn't she?" Orochimaru said to me, he knew it would trigger something in me, which it did.
**Yuki Aya**
Watching him made me feel sick, how one person could think they were capable of so much. Sasuke was beginning to get on my nerves, the way he though he was better than me, and even though I wasn't the best fighter, I knew I was a better person, just by looking at him.
"Begin your training," Orochimaru told us, I really disliked that man, though Sasuke merely bent his knees and watched me more closely.
"Forgive me if I hurt you, Yuki Aya," He kept saying my name like that, it was annoying.
He did not know what it was like to be me, I was forced to be here against my will, only to be some pawn to help him get better. My life was different, I had the ability to be great, though I couldn't. I couldn't learn like others, since no one could teach me my ability, no one had experience with my ability. Since I was the only person with it.
I was a freak, an abnormality, no one could even try to help, because I had no one.
My village had been destroyed, my parents dying in the struggle to keep me from the Ataksuki's grasp. Though even though I was hidden at the time, I still saw them die, saw the face of the man who killed them. I watched my mother and father scream in pain, watched the tears roll down my mother's face, and even my father's. They both were ninja's; both were unique, in many ways. They both had the famous bloodline limits, my father and his Sharingan, and my mother and her Byukkugan. Though even though they had been the best in our small village, they were no match for him. Even though no one had told me the reason of the attack, or warned me, I knew why those men in the black and red capes came. They were after me, after my ability, and everyone in my village had to protect me, because I was weak. Although they succeeded, all of them died in the process.
My ability was one of both Sharingan and Byukkugan; I had the ability of two bloodline limits and was benefited in ways others were not. I had just graduated as a chuunin when the Ataksuki's came; my father and mother had been taking turns in teaching me their parts of my ability. I had just mastered the first stage when they died, and even though it has been three years since their death, I still have not been able to get any better. My ability is best in hand-to-hand combat, though still I was weak, still I got in the way of others, and to stop myself from hurting anyone, I made sure no one got to know me too well.
Watching Sasuke, he reminded me of my parent's murderer, he reminded me of the man I was destined to kill. His hair was the same colour, his skin the same pale white, though his eyes were pitch black and spiked in array around his head, like a raven's. His clothes were similar to Orochimaru and Kabuto, they all seemed to dress in similar colours. Sasuke was wearing an open white shirt, with a thick, purple belt, the tied in a messy not at his side, his pants were a similar colour to his belt, though darker. He was tall, taller than most boys, me being the opposite, and even though I was a few metres away from him, I knew my height would be insignificant to his.
He was watching me also, his stance staying in perfect proportion, I moved to copy him.
I moved my hand so it hovered over my weapons pouch, and with a movement like lightning, I whipped my kunai out and aimed it for his shoulder.
He dodged it, it merely clipping the edge of his collar, he smirked at me and then disappeared. I froze, adrenalin surging through the pit of my stomach, where was he?
He appeared at my side, and I gasped, though I didn't have any time to recover when he grabbed my shoulders and threw me across the room.
He didn't look the slightest bit worried if I was hurt, just like he had implied, the wall I hit exerted dust when I hit it. I could feel the sharp pain in my left shoulder, I moved my hand to grip it, apply pressure. I slowly got up, and watched him, he was casually standing in the middle of the room.
"Jerk," I muttered at him, and heard him chuckle.
I straightened up, and stood as high as I could, even though I knew I would still look miniature.
I charged at him head on, his eyes widened in disbelief, he was probably wondering why I would charge head on. Though I wasn't technically, because I flashed to his left then right, and whipped five throwing stars from my weapons pouch at him.
All five hit him, though I knew it was too easy, and I was right, his body disappeared in a puff of smoke and was replaced with log. Replacement Jutsu.
Such a basic technique, it was like he mocking me, I knew he was powerful, that much was blatantly obvious just by looking at him.
He reappeared instantly behind me, I could feel his body heat he was that close, I could also feel the cold metal he had held to my throat.
"Boo," He whispered into my ear.
I didn't show any emotion, I had already showed my surprise of his ability, and I refused to do it twice.
I could hear something forming behind me, I couldn't recognize the sound, though I knew he was forming some technique. Though if I moved, my throat would be sliced, that just how he had planned it. the sound was unusual, I knew it was a technique, but what sort? I would soon found out though.
"Chidori!" He shouted, his voice making my ears ring in pain.
Though the pain of my ears were insignificant compared to what was next, I heard my scream rip from my lips as something dug into my back.