Different

~Chapter 1~

Reflect

Anzu – 6

Kisame – 7

**X** Means: Switch P.O.V (sorta)

Warning: I write what I write. If there are any spoilers or anything at any time during this story and it ruins something, your fault for reading it. Also, I don't own Naruto or any of the characters. (Kumiko, Shoda and Anzu are mine though)

The little girl smiled triumphantly as she went to the oven and carefully opened up the door. She looked to be about 6 years old. She had chest length black hair which was slightly tinted dark blue. Her eyes were unusual, a steel blue that had a bit of silver outlining the black pupil.

"Oh! Anzu! Be careful!" A woman quickly rushed over to the smiling child who stopped at the sound of her name. "Remember Anzu," the woman handed the girl a pair of green oven mitts "always use oven mitts so you don't get burned." The girl slipped the mitts on, still smiling, and reached into the oven.

A few seconds later the little girl pulled out a beautiful golden brown apple pie. "Do you think Daddy will like it, Kumiko?" The little girl asked the woman happily. The woman nodded in response. "Of coarse he'll like it. Speaking of which, he should be home from his mission soon. You should get your things and head home." At the girl's hesitation to leave the pie Kumiko smiled. "Don't worry dear; I'll pack it up for you." Anzu smiled and rushed up stairs, quickly packing up her things.

This was the usual routine for her, every time her father had to go on a mission he'd ask one of his many 'friends' to take care of her. Anzu stopped and stared down at the picture she was about to pack.

It was a picture of her and her father.

She idolized her father.

He was tall, 6.2, had wild black hair and liquid silver eyes. He wore the standard Kirigakure ninja headband on his right arm and a heavy grey colored Anbu vest. Under that he wore a black spandex t-shirt and a pair of baggy black cargo pants. If you looked past his very distracting Anbu tattoos you could see several scars on his arms neck and face. Many people thought scars were ugly but she liked them. She thought they made people look experienced.

She sighed, breaking out of her trance and carefully placed the picture inside her bag. She pulled it onto her shoulder, shifting slightly under its weight. She searched the room quickly making sure she hadn't forgotten anything and then rushed out the door. "Bye Kumiko!" She squeaked as she grabbed the pie and headed outside. "By Anzu, be careful!" Anzu snorted slightly when she heard this. She was always careful.

Anzu ran happily down the street, ignoring the many sales people calling out to her. She rolled her eyes. Even if she did stop there was no way that they would be able to rip her off. She was too smart. She suddenly stopped as she came up to her house. Standing in front of the house were 5 Anbu and the Mizukage himself. They were talking to her father and Anzu had a feeling it wasn't just a friendly chat.

"Shoda Yamato, you are being accused of attempted murder by the Third Mizukage. How do you plead?" Asked one of the men. Her father looked emotionless. Not guilty, not guilty She chanted in her head. "Guilty." Her father said in an unusual monotone. "Very well then, you will skip all trial and be sent directly to execution, it will be held within the next 3 days." The Mizukage informed him. Her father nodded solemnly and with that the Anbu began leading him away.

Anzu couldn't watch anymore. She threw the pie to the ground and ran, as fast as her legs carry her. She didn't know where she was going she just needed to get away. Finally she was too tired to run anymore and she collapsed onto the ground with a thud. She was in a playground, completely abandoned. It was dirty and had barley any grass. She sat in fetal position her head buried into her legs and her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.

She began crying. There was nothing else to do. She just cried. The hot sticky tears streamed down her cheeks and made her eyes feel sore. She didn't understand and in a way she didn't want to. It didn't make sense; her father was the type to always smile or to always have a joke when things went wrong. He wasn't the murderous type; in fact she had never even seen her father angry before.

Questions also popped into her mind. Who had her father attempted to kill to be directly accused of murder by the Mizukage? Why did he do it? What was going to happen to her? Would one of her father's 'friends' take her in? She doubted it. They were all young and probably didn't want the responsibility of a kid for a long amount of time. "Hey you!" Anzu stopped and slowly looked up. Standing in front of her was a boy.

He looked to be about 7. He was tall for a kid his age. He had shark like features, sharp teeth, weird eyes and gill like markings on his face. But it wasn't these features that caught her attention. "You're…blue." The little girl stated.

**X**

"You're… blue." Kisame narrowed his eyes slightly, expecting her to get up and run away or throw something at him…or both. "Yeah I kinda noticed." He said grouchily. The girl jumped slightly at his tone, making him feel guilty. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you angry." The girl apologized. Kisame was confused. She didn't seemed to be fazed at all by his different appearance. She was treating him like a normal human being. All she had said was; you're blue, and that was the end of it. He grinned.

"Kisame Hoshigaki." He said introducing himself. The girl grinned back, despite the fact that she had been crying moments ago. "I'm Anzu Yamato. It's a pleasure to meet you Kisame." The girl stated bowing in greeting. Kisame's face fell. Yamato?

~Flashback~

Kisame sighed as his head hit the pillow. Kisame had been staying with the Mizukage for a week now and things were great. He was doing better in the academy, he always had enough to eat and he always had clean clothes. People still distanced themselves from him though, and it still hurt, but now he had the Third. Now he had somebody.

He smiled and closed his eyes, he was so tired. Suddenly he heard the window quietly glide open and he forced his eyes to open. At the foot of his bed there was a man. In his right hand he clutched a katana, well polished. He was extremely tall, had messy black hair and silver eyes. His eyes blazed with hatred. "Who are you?" Kisame asked sitting up suddenly and was surprised by how bold he sounded. "My name is Shoda Yamato and I'm here to kill you."

~End Flashback~

"Is something the matter Kisame?" Kisame blinked. The girl was standing in front of him waving her hand in front of his face. Kisame snorted at her idiotic actions. "No, nothing's the matter." He told her, grabbing her hand and pushing it out of his face.

His gaze landed on her face, her pretty blue and silver eyes were red and puffy from crying and her cheeks were covered with dry tears. "Are you okay?" He asked and her gaze suddenly dropped to the ground. "Kisame, something very bad has happened." Kisame watched as she sat down on the ground lazily. More tears began to stream down her cheeks and she clenched her eyes tight in an attempt to stop them. "What?" He asked quietly, but he already knew the answer.

That Shoda guy must have been related to her somehow, and he must have been arrested by the Mizukage. "It's my father, he's been arrested." Her voice was quiet and monotone. Like she had gotten used to the idea and she didn't care anymore. But her face said different. She was no longer crying but her face was twisted into a mask of grief and pain.

Kisame could feel it, her loneliness, her pain, her grief, he could feel it all. He'd felt it before. Then he did something he'd never done before and he never thought he'd do. He hugged her.

**X**

Anzu couldn't cry anymore. It was like her tears had all gotten bored with her and left. But she still felt it. The loneliness burned her, the loss stabbed her and the grief stung her like a thousand bees.

Suddenly, she felt two arms wrap around her and pull her off the ground. Then she felt safe and all her pain went away. At first she was stunned; she didn't know what had happened. Then she looked up to see Kisame looking down at her with an equally stunned look on his face. He had hugged her.

The two of them stood like that for awhile neither of them saying anything. Strangely there was no awkwardness. Then it started to rain. At first, it was only a small drizzle but it quickly became a shower, and then a heavy pour. But still neither moved, except to look up into the sky and watch as the rain came down.

Kisame broke the silence. "Anzu, we have to get out of the rain." His voice was spacey, like he really could care less but Anzu nodded eagerly. Kisame let go of her so that he could grab her hand and lead her out of the abandoned playground. She closed her eyes and attempted to use her spare arm to shelter her head from the cold rain.

She let Kisame pull her through the storm, trusting him not to let her trip or fall. She was relieved when she heard him open up a door and pull her inside. She blinked her eyes open. "Kisame, is that you?" She heard a male voice ask. She turned just in time to see the Mizukage enter the front foyer.

She gasped and bowed respectfully. "Yeah, it's me." Kisame said flatly. "Who's this?" The Mizukage asked smiling kindly. "Anzu Yamato…uh…sir." She stuttered near the end. She couldn't believe she was on the Mizukage's estate.

"Yamato huh?" The Mizukage asked flashing a meaningful glance at Kisame. "Yeah, and she's got no place to go." Kisame stated glaring back at the third slightly. "Well then I guess you'll just have to stay with us!" The third smiled happily and she couldn't help but smile back.

**X**

Kisame watched wearily as the Mizukage showed Anzu to her room. He couldn't help but feel responsible for her pain. Though she didn't show it, he could tell that she was still hurting. Behind every smile he could tell that she was still crying.

He couldn't help but reflect on today's past events. He barely new this girl and already he had shown her a side of him he had never shown anyone else. Already he thought of her as a friend. Already he trusted her. And he had no clue why.