Hey! This is a KakashixOC which I don't know how to explain more of right now...

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Chapter One
-ASSUMPTIONS-

Kohare sprinted ahead, not once looking back. She didn't bother to shut her eyes from the pelting rain. She didn't bother to think. The only thing she knew was that she had to get away. She didn't stop running for days, not knowing what direction she was going and not caring. She wouldn't cry, not for him, not for herself. She just wanted another start. Another chance. Another life.

Like the Universe answering her wish, the ominous trees cleared away and a grand set of doors decorated with a leaf towered in the near distance.

She stopped when she was in front of them and had to crane her neck to see the entirety of them. There were four guards watching and analyzing her, all male. They stood expressionlessly beside the doors, two on each side. She was not in a patient mood.

She was obviously a ninja - she had a weapons pouch strapped to her thigh and had just been traveling via tree jumping. She waited impaciently for them to speak.

"Where are you from?" His boring and common appearance made him look like someone that would fade into a background and never stand out. Being a guard suited him.

"Kirigakure." She wanted to be as simple and quick as possible since she always felt uncomfortable talking to other people.

"Why are you here?" He looked her up and down, making her feel antsy. The other three guards were silent and stood behind him, as if he was their leader. If she appeared uncomfortable, she knew they would use it somehow to their advantage.

"I want to live here." Her excuse sounded good enough, there were surely plenty of people who would want to stay in such a large village. That is, if the village was as proportianately large as the doors.

She already hated these men. They looked down on her like they were better than her. She knew she could take them all down easily in a couple seconds.

That would probably negate the reason she told them she arrived, though.

"What's your name?" He was getting nosy now.

"Kohare. I don't know my last name," she said, her expression never changing like you would expect it too after saying something so personal. But she wasn't telling the truth, she did know her last name. She had only recently gotten her name back from the Mizukage and it was precious to her. She didn't like talking about it- her past.

She didn't like talking at all.

"Hm…" His eyebrows rose questioningly. It was understandable that he was suspicious: she was a suspicious no-last-name ninja from a suspicious country under suspicious circumstances. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, weighing the pros and cons of opening the doors to let her into the village.

After a minute he yelled down, "I'll tell the ninja at the desk behind this gate that you will be staying in Konoha. Tell him where you are staying when you find a place. If you try anything, I promise you will not get away with it. We will be cautious with you until we can be sure that your intentions are true."

She waved them away and walked through the now slowly opening gate.

The colors and sounds assaulted and amazed her. Kirigakure had always been a drab and very grey place. It was like a prison. Or a mental asylum. Either way, it was the opposite of the brightness here. She could smell the fresh air and hear children laughing. The sky over the village was blue, in contrast to the dark clouds surrounding it. It was like it was protected by a magical barrier.

Birds were warbling and trilling on the roofs of the bright buildings like there was no tomorrow. She wandered the streets, taking in all of the new environment.

It was still light out, so she decided to take advantage of it and start job hunting as soon as possible. It wasn't like she had endless money. Actually, she was pretty much broke. She wasn't thinking about milk money when she ran away. She wasn't one to sit around and lounge, anyway.

She was simply incapable of sitting at a desk or standing behind one for long periods of time and knew it, so she decided to do what she did best. Run around as a lackey for an almighty kage. She briskly walked down a clean road with a ramen stand, making the street smell delicious.

She saw an older man standing in front of the stand, his back facing her. He looked like he was a ninja because he had some sort of forehead protector and carried a scroll on his hunched back.

She wasn't sure where to start looking and so decided to ask him if he knew where a ninja could get a job.

"Sir?" She asked, feeling awkward. She hadn't started a conversation with another human being in...ever.

"Eh?" He turned around, his eyes showing that he was surprised as he smirked.

"I just arrived here – I'm a ninja. Do you know where I can get a job?"

"..."

"..."

"Huh?" He had been too busy looking her up and down and frowning. 'The nerve of him…' she thought and with that, she kneed him in the stomach. She knew she wasn't very pretty, not that it mattered much. Who would like her anyway?

The old man wheezed and his sandals clacked against the ground as he stumbled backwards. A blonde boy with ramen broth on his face came out of the stand to help him. Kohare turned to leave with a huff, but she only got the chance to take one step.

"Wait!" a feminine voice shrilled. She turned back to see a little pink haired girl running towards her frantically. "I'm sorry about him," she apologized, turning back to frown at the pervert. "You're looking for a job?"

"Yes." It seemed pathetic to be asking a little girl for help, but the strawberry-headed girl had a weaopns pouch at her leg so it was pretty safe to assume she was training to be a ninja.

"Hokage-sama's office is in that big red building," she directed as she pointed to a burgundy edifice in the distance. "He'll give you a job."

"Thanks." Then she turned was on her way.

She was at the Hokage's building in minutes and stepped through the glass doors. She started walking down the only hallway but was stopped by a squeaky voice coming from behind a desk. Apparently, Kohare's visit would have to wait until another day because of a "very important meeting".

Seeing as she had nothing to do for the entire day, she just walked. Judging by the lack of people sleeping on the streets, everyone had a place to stay that night. It shouldn't be difficult for her to find the same.

She walked as slow as she could as she heard mothers calling their kids to come inside for dinner and watched the fireflies dance in front of the twilight background. Everyone here was happy and kind, even if some of them were perverted.

As nice as the people were, it sent Kohare on edge. They were too nice. Why were they so nice? Did they have something to gain from her? Were they plotting some way to have her in their debt? She certainly wasn't as nice. She had done horrible things for her own selfish reasons. She didn't belong here.

Until she found a decent hotel that wouldn't leave her completely broke, she kept walking. She passed shops selling ninja weapons to flowers and houses that looked all the same except for their hues. It was like everyone was in their own little world of rainbows and sunshine. At least compared to where she had just come from. When she approached a hotel that she could afford she got a suite and reluctantly obliged the guard.

She found her way to the gate she had entered in and told the ninja behind the desk where she was staying. Anxious to get into bed, she sprinted back to the hotel through the now-darkness and ran to her suite.

She locked the door, locked the windows, and crashed onto the maroon queen-sized bed without bothering to look around, lying with her arms and legs outstretched like a starfish. It smelled like hotel soap. The shower could wait until the next day.

She planned for the upcoming weeks quickly. Her eyelids were getting heavy. She was going to lay low, get a job, get an apartment, wait until they found her, run, and move onto the next place. The perfect plan.

In between these major events, though, she didn't know what she would do. She certainly had quite a bit of time on her hands. She did know for a fact that she wasn't going to be getting attached, making friends, or – god forbid – falling in love.

It wasn't like she had done any of these things before but it was what she had always been instructed to do. People didn't think she was capable of feelings, anyway and sometimes she didn't either.

Soon it was just too much for her, and she let sleep engulf her.

"Plea-!" the little girl only had time to say as much before the violent killer slashed her throat.

Inside, Kohare was screaming the same thing. Her body wasn't obeying her. She didn't want to be murdering children. She couldn't stop her own self as a man she couldn't see the face of watched on and cackled at her doings. Even without seeing his face or hearing his voice, she would have known who it was.

She analyzed the bloody scene around her that she had caused. The bluish tint that everything was bathed in because of the sun blocked by clouds, paired with the humid pressure of the air made the landscape feel like some sort of limbo. Between what, she wasn't sure.

Just then, a little boy in tattered clothes emerged from his position on the rust covered ground and ran at her screaming, "You'll pay!"

With the tears and hate of his eyes reflecting in her own, she threw the shuriken into his chest...

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