This is an all character's POV story, so everyone's thoughts will be included, even the nine-tailed fox's, which will kinda look like this note, except not bolded.

"Now, class. Let's focus on the lesson, please." Iruka-sensei said as the children in the classroom laughed at Kenya, the school target, as her eyes teared up whilst she rubbed her sore head.
Someone had thought it would be funny to throw their pencil at her while she was caught up in her workbook. Iruka-sensei cleared his throat sternly, and turned back to the board.
"Now, then. Who can tell me the fifth rule of the shinobi code of conduct?" He asked.
One of the kids, Iruka-sensei couldn't tell who, called out; "Maybe you should ask Kenya, sensei, 'cause obviously she knows everything. Being the daughter of the Hokage an' all." The whole class burst into raucous laughter, causing Iruka-sensei to be very irritated.
"Class, stop this instant!" He snapped.
Everyone was afraid of Iruka-sensei when he got mad, and for good reason. When the class had silenced, Iruka-sensei could hear a quiet sniffling. He sighed.
"Kenya…" Kenya lifted her head, wiping at her eyes.
"I-it's okay, Sensei. I'm used to it by now." She said quietly. "In any case, he's not my father. I just live with him."
Sensei sighed again, and turned to the board once again. This was always happening, ever since Hokage Naruto had submitted her into school. She'd been picked on, bullied, and harmed ever since day one. He had tried everything he could think of, but nothing proved to be a permanent solution. He felt bad for his student. At the end of the day when all the students went to leave, he kept Kenya back. He talked to her like he had a thousand times, telling her that if she ever needed to talk, he was always available. Nodding her thanks, Kenya picked up her bags, and headed home.

Kenya walked home alone, crying to herself the whole way. The children were mean, yes. But the things they said could never hurt as much as losing her mother, her one and only parent, had hurt her.

~Flashback~
Mom had collapsed suddenly. Kenya didn't know why. Momma had always been such a strong woman. Naruto and the others were taking her to see her. Naruto went to the checkers counter.
"We're here for a visit. Um, Chiani Shiku." He told her.
The checker looked at her logs, then shook her head.
"I'm sorry, she already has a visitor. You're allowed to wait outside her room if you like, but you'll have to wait for him to leave first." She informed them.
Naruto nodded, taking Kenya's hand. Sakura stepped up to the counter with her own question.
"Who's her visitor at the moment? Did he leave his name?" She asked.
The checker took another look at her logs.
"Um, Kakashi." She answered.
Everyone seemed surprised at that. Hinata clasped her hands together, something she always did whenever she was nervous.
"Um, did he give a reason for visiting?" She asked.
The checker shook her head. Naruto nodded curtly, and lead the way to Momma's room. They all either stood or sat outside Momma's room, waiting for this
Kaka-somthingorother to leave. After ten minutes, the door opened, and a white-haired man came out. He had a mask on, his hands in his pockets, and his face downcast. Although he wasn't looking at Kenya, she could tell that he was scared for some reason. Aside from his hair being messy, he was as white as a sheet, and sweating profusely despite the coolness of the hospital. Naruto stepped up to him.
"How is she?" He asked the stranger.
The man looked up at him, still very pale. He shook his head. "Sh-she has a few minutes left. I-if you're quick…" The man's voice trailed off.
Naruto nodded once more, and took Kenya's hand again. Kakashi looked down at her with a very tiny spark of interest in his eyes.
"Friend of yours, Naruto?" The man asked.
Naruto shook his head. "Her daughter." He replied.
Kakashi's eyes widened, and he quickly turned away from the child. Kenya could see he was shaking.
"Ah-I'm sorry. I…I have to go." He muttered as he left in a hurry.
They went into the room, one by one. Seeing Momma like that was the worst thing in the world. She barely paid attention to the questions that the others asked Momma, she just sat on her knees by Momma's bed, her head laid down by her hand. Momma stroked her head lightly the whole time. Finally, she told Kenya to look at her, which she did.
"Listen to me." Momma said weakly. "Your papa knows about you now. He will come to see you when he's ready." Sakura shook her head.
"It doesn't make sense. Why not tell us who he is?" Sakura asked desperately.
Momma smiled. "But you all have already met him before. After all, Sakura. He WAS you, Naruto, and Sasuke's sensei once." She said calmly.
Everyone grew pale at that.
Naruto choked. "S-so…That was…?" He stuttered.
Momma nodded, then motioned for Naruto to come closer. He did as she asked.
"Naruto, I want you and Hinata to look after my little girl." She said weakly.
Hinata's face went more pink than white, unlike her husband who had gone a full-on white, as white as the moon.
"What? C-c'mon, I'm not ready for that!" Naruto stammered. Momma smiled gently. "You can do it. I know you're ready for it." She replied confidently.
Naruto just looked at her funny. Momma sighed, gently running her fingers through Kenya's hair.
"I love you, baby." She whispered.
Kenya started to cry.
"I love you, Mommy." She whispered back.
Momma closed her eyes one last time, and sighed her last breath. Kenya laid her head beside her mother's hand, and broke down sobbing. Not the loud ones that get all the pain out with noise, but the quiet ones. The worst kind.

Because now she knew.
Mommy was gone.

~Flashback ends~

That was when she was four. Now she was 13. Kenya wasn't exactly a normal looking young lady, with her dark eyes, and her choppy dirty platinum silver hair. She kept her bangs swept to the side, even though they were as ragged as the rest of her hair, and she could see fine with them in her face. Kenya shut the front door behind her, and left her shoes by the mat. Quietly, without letting Hinata know she was home, she went to her room. Shedding her jacket, she sat on the floor and unwound the bandages around her arms. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Kenya began to whisper and make hand signals.
"Kurikaesu, repeat. 12 Burēdo, twelve blades. Self-harm jutsu." Kenya murmured, gasping softly as cuts about an inch deep appeared on her arms. Six cuts on each forearm. Twelve altogether. Sighing, she picked up the bandages from beside her, and rewound them on her arms.
"HINATA, I'M HOME!" She hollered loudly. Kenya walked downstairs as Hinata called back to her:
"Alright. How was school today?"
Kenya walked into the kitchen, tying off the ends of her bandages with a quick jutsu.
"The same as always." Kenya murmured. Hinata stopped stirring the stew she was cooking. She looked at Kenya in concern and empathy. Hinata knew how it was when you never wanted to talk about what troubled you.
"Alright, then." She consented.
A sudden sound of running feet broke the silence as Naruto and Hinata's son Honakaruto dashed downstairs to tackle Kenya. "KenyaKenyaKenyaKenyaKenyaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Kenya quickly dodged her younger's attack by jumping over his head, doing a handspring, and landing behind him. Honakaruto turned around on his heel, his expression priceless. He looked at Kenya as if she'd just told him that she'd eaten youkai before. Kenya didn't laugh, though. "When's Naruto getting home?" She asked Hinata. Hinata turned back to the stove.
"In about half an hour." She replied.
Kenya nodded curtly, and went back to her room. She spent the rest of the afternoon practicing her jutsus and reciting the shinobi code of conduct under her breath. Even after Naruto came home, she stayed in her room until dinner was ready.
"Been training the hard way again?" Naruto asked Kenya at dinner, pointing out her bandaged arms.
Kenya often would work on physical combat when she felt that her studies and her required jutsus weren't enough of a challenge. She liked to push her limits. Kenya nodded, never speaking. She found it easier to lie when she kept her mouth shut. After dinner, she laid on her bed, thinking of her mother. As usual, she started to cry silently. And as usual, she wound up crying herself to sleep.

The next day was the test to see if you passed as a shinobi. The jutsu requested of each student was a transformation jutsu. Kenya was the last one, and she spent all the time she had thinking of what or who she could turn into. Finally, when it was her turn, she had decided.
"Alright, then. Kenya?" Iruka-sensei said as set down the file he'd been holding. "Your turn, young one."
Sensei had always referred to her as something close to that, 'little one, young lady, missy,' there were so many. Kenya was going to miss that if she passed. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on the features of the person she wanted to become. Her eyes snapping open, she made the gesture, and cried out:
"TRANSFORM!"
It worked. A little TOO well. Iruka-sensei looked at her in astonishment as she stood before him as the man that had come to visit her mother that day at the hospital.
Sensei shot out of his chair.
"How do you know his form?!" He cried.
Kenya shrugged, putting one hand in her new pocket and brushing her shaggy white hair out of her eyes with the other. Iruka-sensei looked at her in astonishment, as did Naruto, who had come to help with the passing exams. Kenya changed back to herself, and surprisingly, her new pocket had been in the same spot as her normal pocket, so she was good. Sensei sat down, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he waved his hand.
"You pass, young one." He said, handing her a headband with the leaf village symbol. Kenya bowed, then left. The kids outside were all waiting around, most of them with cruel smirks on their faces. Kenya smiled weakly, pulled out her headband, ad tied it around her head the way Sakura used to. Everyone's faces turned sour as Kenya gathered her bags and left. As she stepped outside of the building that seemed to radiate hatred, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was a genin. Finally.

~dream sequence~

She was in the classroom again, standing at the back of the room in a shaded corner. She could see Naruto sitting on top of someone's desk. Quickly, she looked down at her hands. Transparent, as last time. Silently, she walked over to see who Naruto was staring at. It was a black-haired boy, possibly no older than Naruto himself, but he radiated a strong power, even she could feel that. What was Naruto doing?
"NARUTO! QUIT GLARING AT SASUKE!" She heard a girl yell, and looked from Sakura to Naruto, who was looking at her in disbelief.
Then he went back to glaring at…Sasuke, she assumed. Naruto and the others had mentioned him from time to time, but never really told her about him. Sasuke returned his gaze whole-heartedly, just as much hatred burning in his eyes as was in Narutos. All the girls gathered in one section of the room, screaming for Sasuke to knock him out and get it over with. There was a guy that sat in front of Sasuke, and he was loving this. He moved his arm to suit him more comfortably, but bumped Naruto in the process.
"Sorry." He said, turning around to face them. "Did I bump_" He stopped.
"W…what the…" Sakura whispered. Kenya turned around to see what was wrong. She caught it just in time. The guy in front of them HAD bumped Naruto. A little too hard. Now the two's lips were locked, and both of them looked scared. It took about two seconds for them to snap to action, both of them turning away and gagging. In all honesty, Kenya thought Naruto WAS going to be sick. But at the same time, she could see a faint blush on Sasuke's face as well. Was he… No, of course not. He was just embarrassed. She could feel the humiliation that came off him.
Chuckling, she turned to Naruto, and whispered: "Danger."
Naruto stopped chocking for a second, his eyes snapping open.
"Danger?" He muttered.
Then in the distance, she heard a bell going off. Her alarm! She was going to be late.

~dream ends~

Kenya woke up clutching her forehead. These visions were starting to get pretty weird. Sighing, she got up, and started going through her closet. Kenya had a habit of waking up an hour before she had to leave, giving her enough time to dress and eat. Feeling, for some reason, completely care-free, she reached out for an outfit she'd never worn, mostly because it had been too big at the time, but Hinata had been working on it lately so that it would fit her figure. Now she was ready to wear it. Kenya smiled as she slipped on Narutos old jumpsuit, which he had somehow kept in mint condition. Today, she was ninja. Today, things were going to be different.