The Coming of Winter.
So this is the beginning of the story, it's gona start at the beginning of Naruto but wont be strictly following Naruto storyline since it is a Shikamaru/Oc.
Disclaimer- I dont own Naruto or its characters.
Will Start off a little un-romantic but will pick up later.
Full Summary-
Rosile and little brother Robbie had their father taken away from them by a killer no one suspects and no one can seem to find. Moving to Konoha, Rosile has to learn the way of the Ninja to be prepared to protect her brother, along with trying to find the origins of her cursed blood and her mother she's never met.
And the only one with answers wants more than just her fathers life..
Bad summary I know but just read along to find out if its your cup of tea yeah ?
I wont hold it against you if it isn't.
"Your father's dead."
She knew that. Of course Rosile knew that.
Did they think that she had just closed her eyes, covered her ears and had been oblivious to everything that had happened over the last torturous two weeks.
Not only having to assume an adult role for the first time in her life, but also having to pretend she wasn't on the verge of tears every waking moment while her fathers murderer had played victim at the funeral.
A liar that had also vanished into thin air the moment Rosile's father was secured 6 feet underground in a coffin.
Rosile had had it up to her ears with all the shit she had had to deal with these past few weeks and now they were coming at her with this?
Rosile wondered how long she could hold onto her sanity for if this continued for much longer.
"You have excellent scores in-"
He was talking again but she paid no mind to it, the only train of thought in her head rushing to her little brother Robbie and where he was now, probably in another interrogation room like her asking if he thought she was stable enough to look after him.
Although Rosile didn't worry about his answers too much since he really only was seven and the only thing off concern for him was why the hell he couldn't go out and train already.
Robbie wanted to be a shinobi.
Rosile didn't really have a set dream or goal other than keeping her brother safe and alive, which had come in handy when her fathers murderer had slipped into their house under the cover of darkness and threatened to kill them all.
But they'd only succeeded in taking one of the Snow's that night.
That life being her and Robbie's father, Damien Snow.
"-the investigation is going to be taken over by-"
Oh right, the 'investigation'.
The one where they assumed the killer was just a thief who didn't plan on killing her father and didn't believe her when she'd told them exactly who the killer was.
But Rosile was thirteen.
Who was going to believe a thirteen year old right?
"-In the meantime, we're moving you and your brother to Konoha immediately-"
"What?"
Rosile's head snapped up to attention, her voice coming out scratchy and cracked from the crying and lack of use she'd done over the weeks, the man across from her nodded patiently and pointed to a piece of paper in front of him.
Rosile was vaguely reminded that she'd been told it was her fathers Will that he'd written before his untimely and 'accidental' death.
It clearly stated that if anything were to happen to him, their family restaurant and house in Kirigakure would be sold and along with the money their father had saved for them, Rosile and Robbie would go live in Konohagakure in a house he'd bought them a while ago.
Apparently it was all settled with the Kage's, her father had been one of Mizukage Mei's friends ever since she'd came into their restaurant one night and he'd made her his signature dish.
One Rosile remembered he'd failed to give the recipe to anyone so that had died along with him as well.
"Why are we leaving right now?" Rosile asked, making sure to clear her throat before hand so that her voice came out a bit smoother and took care with her tone.
Polite manners being one of the things she remembered being taught since she could hold a spoon.
The man across from her, who now that she was actually paid attention came to notice that he was her lawyer, rummaged through a bag he'd placed near the table leg and asked her to 'give him a moment'.
In the meantime Rosile looked at her surroundings.
She was in one of the civilian Interrogation rooms because they had 'no more room in the office' along with her lawyer.
The room was small, no bigger than a few metres each way and the way everything was painted a dull grey made her mood dampen even more.
The only thing that was an actual colour was the wooden table which was a dark deep brown that warmed her when she touched it, for some reason Rosile loved trees.
Brushing her fingers over the dark expanse of the wood she got a good look at her hands.
What were once soft, delicate and perfectly tailored were now cold, dry and there was obvious dirt under each nail.
With a soft smirk Rosile knew that her step-mother would have had a fit if she had seen them.
Over the table her lawyer had sat back up and cleared his throat, holding a cream coloured folder in his older hands and smiled softly.
He was an older man, who had surprisingly thick grey hair with soft brown eyes and a kind smile.
Rosile wished she'd learned his name.
The second he opened the file Rosile knew exactly what it was, the dreaded file that her step-mother had burned when she'd found a copy of it, another reason to add to the list of 'why she hated her step-mother'.
It was her life on paper basically, what she was good at, what she wasn't, the good things she'd done in the past, the bad.
"Judging by the look on your face I presume you know what this is" the lawyer said to her, Rosile forced her face back into a relaxed expression, not realising she was frowning.
She nodded in reply and motioned to go on.
"You have your mothers blood."
She knew. Of course she knew.
"Your brother doesn't."
Rosile knew that as well, knew that her brother so wished to be a shinobi but didn't have the chakra or blood to be a successful one, but she did.
"It was assumed that someone had caught wind of your blood, so the Mizukage chose to send you to Konoha immediately to avoid any.. unnecessary trouble"
Rosile understood.
Because Rosile had cursed blood people were going to come after her, and the Mizukage had a lot on her plate so she couldn't spend too much time taking care of two children, no matter how much she cared for them.
"I see, I'll have our bags ready by tomorrow morning"
Rosile had no problem with the situation, although she knew Robbie would, only just having found someone who would actually train him when he only had a little more chakra than the average civilian.
But Rosile did not wish to stay in this village a few weeks longer, the lack of an investigation threatening to consume her with rage since no one would believe her.
Who would suspect her seemingly lovely stepmother to be her fathers murderer when to everyone else, she was practically an angel.
Konohagakure- Village hidden in the leaf.
Kirigakure- Village hidden in the mist.
Let me know and take care,
-PrincessJade.