Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way, shape, or form. Otherwise, Sasuke would be renamed Butt-Head. Also, slight fluff, and Kiba dies. Ohh NO!! Don't worry Kiba fangirls, I love him just as much as you do.

Also, this is my first story. Please leave reviews with constructive criticism. I know I'm not perfect, and I want to improve. Also, i don't have a Beta, so don't get mad if you see one or two mistakes, I do try my best.

Chapter One

Naya's Point of view

Naya padded softly down the carpeted hallway, her black hair flowing behind her. She stopped. Her black tresses came into a veil around her face. She looked both ways, and entered the master bedroom quietly. A knife was held in her hand, and she approached the sleeping man with a smile. He looked peaceful, with his dark brown hair enveloping his face. Red tattoos showed on his face, marking him part of the clan, Claw. She raised her arm, and stopped. She was almost mesmerized by his face. Smooth, pale, and perfect. She was going to miss him.

She shook her head sadly, and remembered how she had given those emotions up many years ago. She raised her hand once more, and plunged the steel blade into his temple…

6 years ago

A twelve year old Naya bounded happily through the school's white halls. She stopped suddenly, pivoting (and skidding) towards her next class's door. She stepped into the classroom, and, as usual, she was the first one there. Her teacher turned around, and smiled at her.

"Hello, darling. It's nice to see you again. How's your father?" Naya's face darkened. She remembered her manners, and started to smile once more. But this smile was different. It was fake.

"He's fine. He left on a new mission about seven hours ago." She tilted her head to the side, her pigtails dipping past her shoulders, and then she looked down.

Her father. He was a kind man, but he was deathly serious. He was a crucial assassin in the mafia. He didn't bother with her. She was a mistake after all. She was not supposed to be born. Regardless of his lack of feeling towards her, she tried very hard to impress him. She usually did not succeed, though.

Her teacher was talking again, unaware of her current thoughts. She took this time to observe her teacher, what she prided herself in. Her teacher's hair was blond, and held up in four pigtails. She wore a black dress, with slits near the end, to provide space to move. She was the weapons teacher, after all. She wore a red sash across her waist, and kept a fan tied to her back.

"-don't you think?" Oops. She had forgotten the teacher was there, talking to her. She was going to be mad at her for spacing out again, and then give her a lecture on focus.

"Umm. I'm sorry. I was thinking. Could you repeat what you just said?" She hoped that her teacher would just yell at her. She didn't. All she did was sigh and shake her head.

"I asked if you wanted to stay with me and my brothers while your father is away." Her sensei's tone now dropped from excited to normal. She was sad that Naya had spaced out again. 'She always does though. It is just plain sad. She is so smart and thoughtful. If only her dad was to tell her that. She would probably be much happier, and wouldn't give off those horrible fake smiles.'

Suddenly, there was a loud clambering from the hallways, and kids started to pour into the almost empty room. It was first period, and everyone was excited for that day's lesson…

Konohamaru's Point of View

Konohamaru walked down the hallway grudgingly. While the next class was his favorite, he was reluctant to go to class. He swore that his teacher, Subaku, Temari, had it out to get him. She always yelled at him, even if he didn't do anything. It WASN'T fair. When the other girl, Naya, did something wrong, she got a pat on the shoulder, and a 'Try better next time, honey.' It just wasn't fair!

Konohamaru waltzed into the classroom, like he didn't care, and sat in his seat in the back. He made sure he made a face at Naya before he made his way to his seat. She was a royal suck-up. Just because she was pretty, she got everything she wanted. She had good friends, a good house, and got good grades, when she didn't have to do anything.

Temari started her lesson, and Konohamaru's eyes lulled. He had heard this speech about safety a million times before. But soon, the speech was over, and he was confused. Why did she make it so short? Suddenly, he remembered something she had said last class.

"YES!" Konohamaru jumped out of his seat, swinging both of his arms into the air, with his eyes closed. Slowly he opened them. Everyone in the class had their eyes on him. Temari cocked her head at him, and raised a pale eyebrow. Her face showed slight interest, but was mostly cocky.

"Did you not enjoy my speech Konohamaru?" her voice was layered with poison and malice. Like if he said anything, he would be killed. Naya giggled. Suddenly, Temari looked evil. She was thinking of something, and it would not be good for him. He turned pale, and sat down slowly, while backing up simultaneously. He raised his hands once more, but this time it was a sign of regret and defeat.

Temari smiled. 'Oh my god… I think I have discovered something that is scarier than Temari when she yells. It's when she's quiet.'

Then she spoke, and she was quiet again.

"Konohamaru, darling, I think Naya should train you on patience. From now on, you are not welcome in my class. You may come back when Naya tells me you are ready. Of course, she will be teaching you on weapons, too, but you will not be able to have the pleasure of using the weapons after learning about them. Goodbye, Konohamaru. From now on, you will spend this period in the Library. You will meet Naya everyday after school. Have fun…"

Konohamaru almost blacked out on the spot. He stood from his desk on shaky legs, and wobbled out of the classroom, his mouth agape. He shook his head, and then smiled at his new realization. He didn't have to go to class anymore. AND he could bother Naya every day. This was going to be the greatest day EVER!!!