Chapter 1
A slight breeze blew amongst the trees and against the back of a lone traveling shinobi. The shinobi pushed her hair over her shoulders only to have the wind push it back and in her face. Sighing with annoyance, she dropped the bag she was carrying off her shoulder and to the ground. The shinobi, Namir Dessloch (or Dess), kneeled down on one knee and began to rummage through her bag for an elastic.
Her deep blue hair flickered across her face, partly covering her emerald eyes. Her dark green zip up sweater that hid her figure was only half zipped revealing the thin mesh and brown shirt layered underneath. A kunai pouch was placed over bandages wrapped around her right upper thigh. Bandages were also wrapped around her left arm; fingertips to shoulder under the sweater, stopping just before three orange claw marks.
The claw marks were Dess' clan mark, the clan of the panther. The clan originated in Konoha, before being completely incinerated by a fire. Dess and her brother managed to escape when she was five, but he left, never to return. She became a wandering shinobi, even though she wore the leaf forehead protector on the left side of her pants. Dess had always covered up her true emotions with happiness or hyperness, even still she does, but her eyes always give her away. It had been thirteen years since she had been here; she was now eighteen.
Dess had finally found the elastic at the bottom of her bag. She pulled her hair back, and was about to place the elastic around it, when suddenly she was hit in the side and pushed over by something large, and furry?
"Akamaru! Come back over here!" called a rough voice. The large furry thing got off Dess and trotted over to its owner. "Sorry 'bout that. He gets energetic sometimes." The dog barked as if agreeing with its owner.
Dess got up and brushed herself off. "He must be really friendly though." She glanced over at the owner and felt her heart skip a beat. He was tall, dark, and handsome, a recipe for disaster.
His brown hair drifted down over his forehead protector as he bent down and patted the large dog at his feet. "Yea, he's the best dog a guy could have." As if considering his words, he hugged the dog and glared at her. "But he's mine."
Dess laughed at the boy as he hugged his dog. He's so cute! And those eyes of his, O my god...they're so toxic.
Akamaru squirmed out of the boy's arms and jumped into Dess's. He barked and wagged his tail as Dess struggled under his weight.
"Holy crap! He's heavy," she remarked as the boy coxed the dog out of her arms. "But he's so cute!" She hugged the big dog and grinned at the boy. "So you're a leaf-nin, ne?"
He nodded and a lop-sided grin spread across his tanned face. "The best there ever was, with Akamaru, of course." He glanced down at Akamaru, who looked quite content in Dess's arms. "Um...Who are you anyways?"
"Ah, sorry! I'm Namir Dessloch, but just call me Dess." She extended a hand to the boy. "And who are you?"
"Kiba Inuzuka," he said taking her hand and shaking it. "And this is Akamaru," he gestured to the white dog, who was still in Dess's 'possession.'
Dess got up and picked up the hair elastic she had dropped. After she tied back her hair, she swung her bag over her shoulder. "Hey Kiba-kun?"
"Wha?" he answered, surprised by her familiarity.
"Mind showing me around the town?" she smiled seductively. No way in hell would she let this hot guy out of her sight.
Kiba pointed at her protector on her left leg. "Shouldn't you know your way around?"
Dess shook her head. "I've been away for awhile on a mission," she lied skillfully. After all, isn't that what she told everyone from Konoha she had met? "Besides," she pouted. "Akamaru likes me and might be sad if I leave." Akamaru voiced his agreement by licking Dess's face.
Kiba sighed in defeat. "Fine, we'll show you around." he was answered by Dess and Akamaru's 'victory dance'. A sweat drop appeared. "Honestly, you and that kid could be related." he muttered under his breath as he walked towards Konoha, Akamaru and Dess on his heels.