Matchmaker

by Doe Eyed Dreamer

I was just an average chunin. That is, until I awoke to an orange-clad blond brat demanding me to make sure the village prodigy and red menace had a baby. Easier said than done, especially with that bothersome Shikaku always hanging around.

I considered myself to be a fairly sensible individual.

My clothes were neither tight nor revealing.

I was neither pompous nor timid.

I was considered fairly intelligent, though not as much as him, who shall remain unnamed for sensible purposes.

I took my duties as a ninja very seriously, but was not obsessively so, making time for my family and friend.

I was considered one of the most focused and level-headed kunoichi—unless I was around him, who shall remain nameless because just the thought of this individual caused my blood to boil.

So what's my point, you ask?

My point was I considered myself to be all these things, until I awoke this morning with a blond boy with whiskers staring down at me.

A/N: Just an idea that's been floating around in my head for a while and figured since I have CRIPPLING WRITER'BLOCK, eh, why not? Leave a review if you're interested. There might be more ;)