I was suddenly aware that there aren't any really good Kiba x OC stories on and it kind of inspired me. I'm a huge Kiba fan, but this is my first fic with him.

The story is set somewhere in the future, Naruto and the gang are all approximately 18-19 years old. The story line isn't really following every detail that has happened in the Shippuden series, mainly because I'm not up to date with it. I hope that's okay with everyone, Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, only the character's I've made up.

The Dark Side of The Moon:

Mayu Aoki

Quickly fanning myself with a piece of paper, I prayed that the sweat bullets on my forehead would start to disappear. I couldn't remember a summer as hot as this since I was a little girl. The window in my room was wide open, yet only breezes of warm, disgusting air would pass through. I looked out the window and into the large, over grown swamp, otherwise known as my backyard. I, Mayu Aoki, lived in the Village Hidden in the Grass for all my life, or at least for as long as I could remember. Normally it was a cool, refreshing place covered in beautiful naturally grown trees and other plants. But lately, it's resembled a steamy swamp and sometimes even a humid rainforest.

My family is known as royalty among the Grass Village, a village with no Kage. And it's been that way since the Village was founded by my great grandparents. Regardless of my bad attitude against my family, I was still the princess of the Grass Village, and very loyal to the people.

I laid flat out on my bed, clad in only a pair of tiny black shorts and a thin, sleeveless shirt. My long, reddish brown hair was tied up in a messy bun. I couldn't stand the feeling of my hair plastered to my burning hot body. I felt weighed down by the heat, and disgusted by my own sweat. I stopped fanning myself, and groaned with despair. The heat obviously wasn't meant for me.

Hearing a slight knock on the door, I forced my weak body off the bed.

"Miss Mayu?" I heard a familiar voice call, and looked up to see the housekeeper. She was wearing her usual plain gray clothes, and soft smile on her old face. I watched as she walked further into the rather neat bedroom from the doorway. The old woman cleared her throat, "Miss Mayu, your father would like to see you in his office."

"Arigato," I replied, resisting the strong urge to roll my eyes. I wasn't mad at the old housekeeper, she had always been a big help for my family. The person I was annoyed at was my father. Ugh. Lately, it's seemed, that I've been called into his office almost every day. Reluctantly, I stood up from the bed and left the over heated room.

The house was huge, with more than ten bedrooms, four bathrooms, two kitchens, and many secret hideouts.

Eventually, I reached a long hallway that appeared to be exceptionally dark, considering that the sun was shining brighter than ever. Mentally, I cursed my cheap father for not investing in an indoor cooling system. With the amount of money flowing in and out of his wallet, I'm sure he could have blessed me with an electrical fan, or air conditioner. Instead, I'm left to suffer through one of the worst summers- ever.

At the end of the dark hall, there was a set of double doors that led to his office. The doors were also a dark color, with gold, rounded doorknobs and an ancient language carved on the outside.

Stepping a few inches back, I watched as the doors swung open slowly on it's own. A dimmed light came pouring into the dark hallway, and I squinted my eyes to get a better look inside. Normally, I would be scared, if I didn't know what was already lying ahead.

"Mayu, come in," there was a deep, booming voice that could be heard a mile away. I knew that voice all too well, and predicted that either I was in trouble, or something really terrible must have happened. Surprisingly, I was hoping it was the latter. Obeying the commanding voice, I walked into the rather large office that belonged to my noble father.

Walking down the familiar burgundy rug, I recognized every historic painting that decorated the walls. I knew this office like the back of my hand, it was almost sickening. I knew every scratch on the floor, every crack in the wall, and even every shining detail of the tall chandelier that hung from the high ceiling.

Finally, my eyes rested on the small man sitting in a black leather chair behind a glossed desk. He was pale, bald, and had dark, cynical eyes that could rip your soul out with one glance. He was a small man though, barely reaching five feet, and didn't tolerate anyone who teased him for it.

"Hai, sir. You wanted to see me?" My palms were slightly sweaty, and my voice was shaky. Normally I would not be afraid of my own father, but today he looked like he was in a bad mood. Something had to be wrong. Something had not gone his way. He was always accustomed to having everything the way he wanted.

He was quiet for moment, and laced his hands together on the dark desk, then cleared his throat, "I am extremely disappointed in you. I heard from your private instructor that you skipped all of your lessons this week. Do you care about being a ninja or not?" He looked down in disgrace, and back up, "Mayu, you are fifteen-"

"-seventeen-"

"-which is old enough to know right from wrong. When are you going to grow up? When are you going to start acting like your brother, Taro? He became a jounin at fourteen."

My hands formed fists at my side as my father mentioned him. My brother, Taro, was the apple of my father's eye. He had always been. He was three years older than me, and my father expected me to follow every single footstep of his. Taro was an excellent ninja, possibly even the strongest within a 100 mile radius of our small village. But couldn't my father see that we were different? That we wanted different things in life?

I gulped loudly in fear, I could tell when my father was being serious. He was really disappointed in me this time... He noticed the angered look on my face, but ignored it anyway. He never cared about my feelings before. He sighed deeply and covered his face with his large pale hand."Since you don't follow any rules I set forth here, I've decided to send you on a mission."

"But!"

"You will do as I say!" He stood up in his chair, and slammed his fist down on the desk. His voice had gotten louder and I took a step back in fright. I stood quiet as he continued, "You are to temporarily move to the village of Konoha for a while. Make friends with a certain clan, named the Inuzuka's. They are currently in possession of an old family heirloom called the Silver Fang. I need you to capture it and bring it back."

"What's the Silver Fang?" I asked curiously, my eyebrows ruffled to the center of my forehead as I watched my father's face. The Silver Fang was obviously an object that I had never heard of before- and I wondered why it was so important to my father. He would probably just sell it for cash to pay off a debt anyway.

But he chuckled and looked down for a moment, then looked back up with hungry eyes, "It's a very powerful, indestructible weapon." My eyes widened and I nodded quickly. I should have known it was something like that... My father had always been into the whole greedy-for-power kind of thing.

I ruffled my eyebrows once more, "Why not ask one of your very skilled Jounin? Why me?" If I knew my father as well as I thought I did, I knew he always had some kind of catch to everything. He did everything for a reason. If that was the case, it made more sense to send an experienced Jounin out on the mission instead of a slacking Chuunin like me.

"The Silver Fang is said to be heavily guarded by many unknown jutsus. It's also, supposedly, very important and sentimental to the Inuzuka family. I don't want you to steal it, I want them to trust you with it. I want them to think you're they're friend." His eyes got darker, and his smirk grew wider. He was joking, right?

It was my turn to chuckle, "Yeah, like that'll happen." There's no way that this "Inuzuka" family is just going to hand over their most prized possession to a seventeen year old princess from the Grass Village with a greedy, power hogging father. I just couldn't see it happening. I continued to chuckle but noticed that my father's facial expression did not change. He was serious. He was really serious about this. But then again, when was he not?

"Mayu, I expect you to complete this mission in no more than a month. And please, no fooling around. If you fail to return home by the deadline, I'll be forced to send in reinforcements, understand?"

"Hai, sir."

With a slightly heavy bag swung over my shoulder, I looked around my bedroom one last time. I had gone on many missions before- but only for a couple days. I had never been away from home for more than a week. How was I going to last a whole month? I noticed a picture frame on top of my bed side table, and went over to grab it.

It was an old, black and white photo of my beautiful mother. The one and only picture I had of her. I stared at it, and gripped the frame tightly in my hands, resisting the urge to let tears fall from my golden brown eyes. According to the picture, she had the same long hair as me, and facial features. She was also tall, and beautiful, something that my father could never be. I smiled down at the picture, letting a small teardrop fall from the corner of my eye. I wish I knew her, I wanted to know her so bad.

"Saying your goodbyes?"

I froze in my spot as I heard the familiar, sneering voice behind me. It was Taro, I knew it was. Regretfully, I turned around to see him leaning against the door frame, lazily. His hair was a sharp, purplish gray color that reached just above his pale neck. But his eyes, his eyes were the same dark, eerie color as my fathers. I guess that's where you can see the stunning resemblance between them.

Taro and I were different in so many ways; through both physical appearance and personality. I had bright, golden brown eyes, but on the other hand, Taro had dark, black, cynical eyes that matched our fathers. I had long, reddish brown hair, where Taro had short grayish purple hair. My father used to have the same hair as Taro, before he turned bald from the stress. My personality was a little laid back and humorous, where as Taro liked to perform dangerous and cruel missions everyday to show of his "amazing" strength and devotion to our father.

Looking back at my older brother, I cleared my throat, "What do you want, Taro?" I squinted my eyes at him, and stepped a little closer. I wasn't scared of him, I never was. No matter how strong he claimed to be, I knew I always had the will power to stand up to him.

He chuckled and folded his arms over his chest, "Just wanted to give you some brotherly advice: Don't mess up this mission," His face turned serious, and his voice grew deeper, "Try not to be 'Daddy's little screw up' okay? The Silver Fang is a very important item. I offered to get it myself, but for some reason, Father wants you to do it."

I couldn't understand why he would say that. "Father wants you to do it..." A part of me believed that Taro was just trying to get to me. Saying things that would confuse me, or make me feel weak. But I wouldn't fall for it- no I was stronger than that.

Walking closer, I pushed him out of the doorway, while still clenching onto the photo of my mother. I stopped a few feet away from the door and looked over my shoulder, "First of all, I'm not a screw up. Second of all, I'll finish this mission before the month's up, believe it."