(Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the franchise, the character, nor any parts titles and most moves ect. besides my own original characters.)

Story timeline takes place pre- Sarutobi/Orochimaru fight, two years and a few weeks before genin teams are assigned.

Mashua Tadashi… The Tadashi clan… In the eyes of many, it now looks like a group of softies for the way they were exterminated. They weren't prideful, greedy, nor potentially harmful unless messed with. There were too many unconfirmed rumors that spread about them. They're all dead… well most of them. As cliche motives go, I was one of the "Survivors" plotting my revenge toward people who I thought were the killers of my clan. My full name? I don't officially have paperwork anymore but I was once called Mashua Nasanieru Tadashi. My parents disciplined me well, though my father tended to be a little more caring than my strict mother. I never quite remembered their names though, they weren't said often enough in the household.

Anyways, I've been migrating southwest with a bounty on my head from the Raikage due to "stumbling" upon a kinjutsu scroll in the woods of Kumogakure. Thanks to my curious mind, I now reside in the foliage and the great outskirts of Konohagakure, reaping the wildlife for food and the ginormous, thick coverage of the trees. Ha, reaping... more like scrounging.

Outrunning people was something I was almost decent at. With no note to say I came from anywhere or with any intention, I was classified as a rogue ninja. I think two individuals, whom I wanted vengeance, have my head for a price… Thankfully, an alive price, but I'm not quite sure for.

A lone youngster was in pursuit of me at some point. I never looked back for faces for he or she never got in front of me. It would take a miracle from me to take on fighting someone of much greater stature, but my speed seemed unmatched from them.

Instinct, pure instinct kept me alive for two years. I know what you're thinking, Two years? As in, two years without changing clothing nor bathing? Oh HELL NO! I often stole from markets when I got desperate, because... well… I prefer toilet paper.

I'm quite low on my rations and what I was going to have later was dug up. My diet was mainly protein from rabbits, turtles, and the seldom fish when I felt lucky. I would have a net for those, but often I forget that the net was in the river and I end up with old, starved, and dead fish… So, I now kabab them with wooden spears individually, mostly catfish, they're easily recognizable and pretty darn BIG. One often suffices for a day's meal. Delicious, luxurious, and fattening to me.

"Hey bud." A familiar voice called for me.

To my right is an Anbu from the ex-village of mine, one person of which I know the mask and name under, Ansoni Hiro. His right arm whined in extending out to hand me a cardboard package. His arm was mechanical as his right leg also was. The mechanical arm is minutely shorter than his real arm, thanks to his current spurting state of growth.

"That's the fourth prototype I've seen on you." I called to his attachments. "Your father must be going broke!"

"Nah, he put a lockable extension joint on my 'bones' per say." he rolled his sleeve to reveal a bar with a few niches that would extend his forearm the farther the nitch. "He mainly updates it for the increased length and insulation of the wiring. The cosmetics were just a great paintjob."

"Still in pursuit of looking smexy for what's her name?" I grinned to him.

"Nah, she a hoe! I got a few in mind but nothing too serious." We both laughed at his heavily dialected remark. He never quite was for the white women, at least that's what he says, in spite nearly portraying as caucasian, like me.

I opened the package. "Toilet paper and a blade sharpener. Man, you spoil me you know?" I said, as I dug through the contents of the box.

"Well, the Raikage wouldn't be pleased to find that I gave you rations that was meant for another small-town village." he replied back. "They're a bunch of welfare slowpokes anyway."

"Welfare, sounds like bliss." I mumbled.

"Anyways, I got something special to give you soon, something you'll reeeeeeally like." His tone changed comedically.

"World domination?" I perked up.

"Even better, but you gotta stay up in this place for a bit longer, and whatever you do, DON'T let them see your face."

To his remark, I put my half mask up over my nose again. I eye smiled and he rushed off without another word. He had a small margin of time to compensate for visiting me, but he did so at the right time, every time! It's why he's the lone mailman of his country, his scouting skills are on par of finding his way across the grand corn maze of my village five years ago. To give a better image of myself, my hair was a grease slick, a black mop, pulled back most of the time in a bad ponytail. My eyes matched the water, gunmetal grey or blue as I peered to look for more fish… Bah, colors suck in thanks to me being colorblind. I don't really know my height but I was often about as tall as most girls my age, maybe a few cents of change short at times. Luckily I still had time to grow… Right?

A hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned around in panic to find that it was a fallen tree branch… from a perfectly sound… and live… tree… So that wasn't a hand.

I instinctively rolled forward over my box and the toilet paper popped out like a zit, unraveling itself in a straight line down a slope.

The sound of an almost inaudible whistle came from my right side. I started forward and didn't look back. Well that was a lie, a black looking figure approached in front of me and I double backed. I tripped over another figure rolling in the ground, clutching its knee to hear "Naruto you idiot." as if on cue for me falling.

"Hey, I'm the one who found where he was first!" He shouted over his humiliated self-induced pain.

I had one more chance in their conflicting states and ran again. I assume the Naruto figure fell out of the tree. A girl got in my way and I jumped. Momentum carried me a full flip, but the kunai she wielded, stabbed me in the arm as I jumped over.

"Great, leave it to the weak one to cover our mistakes!" a male figure scowled.

"It wasn't a mission anyways, let's get back to training." Naruto disappointingly said.

"Whatever you dweeb, I'm not staying around you."

Jitters, butterflies, and a bit of adrenaline made me go to a safe spot for the rest of the night. By tomorrow, they probably would alert a real official to confirm that I'm no longer the next "Konoha Bigfoot" like they post on their news. And yes, I'm highly informed from the patrol units that crumble up their newsletters every other week. Bigfoot though, I'm not that tall nor hairy!

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Hey guys! Author's note here, Just letting ya'll know I'm new to the flim flam here. Any comments are accepted because I'd like to improve my writing skills a bit. Also, questions regarding origins or character stuff in my OCs may be answered in the next couple of chapters. If something doesn't suffice your curiosity that doesn't get answered in the story ask away (I'm almost as clueless as you guys at times) and I'm always up for some options. A steaming bowl of more chapters will come eventually, Stay Tuned!

Reguards! *Snaps and points to computer screen.