A/N: This is an idea that I've had for a while but never got around to typing. This is my first NaruTema chapter fic, so please let me know how it is. Please enjoi!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

0—My Girlfriend's a Kunoichi!/One—0

The male's nose piercing glinted in the sun as he glanced away for only a fraction of a second, and that was all the time his opponent needed.

"Heh, heh! Wrong move, punk!" The grinning blonde shot forward, dove under the reflexive punch, and planted a fierce uppercut to the guy's jaw, sending him crashing into a group of garbage bins. "There!" He half turned and smirked at the younger male who hid behind a nearby dumpster. "Are you alright, kid?" He called out.

The preteen flushed and straightened from his crouch before sending his savior a scowl as he dusted off his middle school uniform. "Of course I am; baka! I'm Sarutobi Konohamaru! I could've beaten those thugs with one hand behind my back! And I am NOT a kid!"

"Really now?" The teen leapt off of the small mountain of unconscious enemies and strutted over to the younger man, examining his uniform with his azure eyes flashing skeptically. "You know, when you go walking around the poorer neighborhoods while wearing a uniform from a high class school, you're sorta asking for it."

"Hmph; whatever weirdo…" Konohamaru crossed his arms over his chest and peeked up at the teen. "What's your name?"

The blonde scratched the back of his head, a confused expression claiming dominance on his face. To him, he saw the kid's mouth moving, but for a second, no sound came out. Weird. He thought; giving his head a firm shake. "So what did you say your name was again?" he continued on without missing a beat; he had missed that as well.

"I am Sarutobi Konohamaru!" The brunette answered with a glare. How dare he ignore my question?

"Hm…Sarutobi…Now where have I heard that surname before?" The male had three distinct scars on each cheek; the younger of the two only noticing when he lifted a tanned hand to scratch at his chin, his face pulling down in concentration.

Konohamaru blinked, a dark brow lifting high. "You're joking…ne?" He sized the blonde up with a calculating gaze. He appeared to be either fifteen or sixteen and was a high school student if his uniform was anything to go by. He should be well aware of who ojiisan is by his age!

"Hm…" He seemed to still be thinking about it too. "…Does your otou-san own a shop around here or something?" He speculated, lifting a hand to curl up his imaginary mustache as he continued to think.

His left eye began to twitch. This guy must be a baka. "Iie! My ojiisan is the HOKAGE OF KONOHA!"

Though the two of them were in an alleyway, they weren't alone, and as if they didn't stick out like a sore thumb already, the pre-teen's little outburst of who he was…well, let's just say that they now had the attention of EVERYONE else there.

"Hey, did you hear that? The snot-nosed kid's ojii-chan is the Hokage!" One spoke up.

"Maybe if we capture him, we can ask or a ransom!" Another exclaimed.

"Oi, everyone; catch that kid!"

"Gah! You baka!" The lean male lifted the shorter boy and practically threw him unto his back, sprinting off as fast as his legs could carry him while a whole gang of thugs gave chase, several of them having weapons in their hands and evil expressions with hidden intent in their eyes. "Hang on Konohamaru, and don't you dare let go!" He sped out of the maze-like alleyway and into the open.

"Ayah! Watch out for that car!" The brunette screeched, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when the male LEAPT over oncoming traffic. How'd he do..? His arms tightened a fraction on the male's shoulders. "Oi blondie, just who the heck are you?"

"Uzumaki—gah!" The teen dodged a bike rider who almost clipped him before spinning around and pouring more speed into his legs. "Uzumaki Naruto, and don't you forget it!"

0—Break—0

"You must be joking." Sabaku no Temari's arms folded across her ample chest as she leaned in to evaluate the picture and map set up on the desk in front of her. Emerald hues flickered up to meet the eyes of the Kazekage briefly. "It says here that this boy resides in Konoha." They wandered back down to the photograph. "He should be kept under the protection of the leaf."

"They cannot." The brunette man released a heavy sigh and laced his fingers together, staring up at her with a reserved expression. "He may be in their territory, but he is of Suna birth and heritage. He is our responsibility."

What a pain. She straightened her back and placed a hand on her dainty hip, the other hand flipping through the papers as she soaked in all of the information to her photographic memory. "So when do I start this mission?" She inquired with a bored expression.

The man glanced up at the clock that hung over the entrance to his office. "Immediately. Get to Konoha as fast as you can, Temari." His worn face grew grim. "He hasn't got much longer. Our sources say that the organization has already begun to move. It's only a matter of time before they find him and capture him."
"When?" She asked, turning away.

"Anywhere between now and three days." He responded, his ebony hues darting over to the large window that encompassed the entire length of one of his walls.

The female cursed under her breath before moving towards the door. "Hmph. This is late notice for a mission of this caliber, Kazekage-sama." She gave him a small wave over her shoulder, "I hope that I get there in time to save the boy's life." She passed over the threshold and shut the door firmly behind her.

"For the sake of life as we know it," the Kazekage drawled in a shaky breath, "I hope so as well, my daughter."

0—Break—0

"Are you bionic or something?" Konohamaru asked Naruto who sat next to him and was practically inhaling the ramen that was gently set in front of him. Really, who could possibly eat that fast? How was such a feat even possible?

Naruto paused, half a mouthful of hot noodles hanging from his mouth. Unusual sounds started emanating from the male's throat, and it took a second or two for the brunette to realize that he was trying to talk.

The preteen winced. Sure, he was a guy too, but where was this guy's manners? There was no need for him to witness such a vulgar scene! "You can answer me when you're done with that bowl." He said, chocolate hues flicking back to the small stack of empty of bowls that sat on the blonde's other side.

A nod and one loud slurp later; the teen wiped the corner of his mouth while adding the newly emptied bowl to the stack. He then turned to the younger man next to him with a small grin. "Now what was that you asked before?"

Konohamaru rested his arm on the table and leaned his head on it, peering up at the male next to him with a curious gaze. "I asked if you were bionic. How is it that you beat up all those guys from before who were after me without so much as breaking a sweat? How were you able to jump OVER a moving car and dodge a bike rider who were going fast enough to run anyone else down? And how can you eat that many bowls of ramen without getting sick?"

"Hm…" He placed a hand on his chin and had a thoughtful look on his face. "Well…I really don't know." The blonde shrugged before scratching the back of his head. "I've always eaten this much ramen."

He was sitting at the edge of his seat, waiting for his savior to address the other miraculous happenings but nearly fell out of his chair when Naruto attempted to order yet another bowl. Outraged, he immediately leapt to his feet. "Oi! When are you planning on taking me home, baka?"

He was met with a blank face. "…Why do you ask? Do you want to leave me that desperately?" The uniform clad teen practically pouted. "I mean, I did save you after all, the least you could do is hang out for another bowl or two…"

"UGH!" Konohamaru's fingers threaded into his hair and tugged in exasperation. "Do I gotta spell it out for you, Naruto? MY ojiisan is the Hokage!"

Naruto blinked, his eyes narrowing as he was assaulted with confusion. "…And that means..?"

"It means that I've got a curfew and I gotta keep it or my family will think that I was kidnapped!"

"Oh. A curfew." He glanced up to the clock that was hanging over the cash register. "Well, there's no need to rush, I mean, it's only eight."

The brunette blinked. "Naruto…My curfew is eight thirty…And I live on the other side of town."

"EH?" The male leapt to his feet, pulled a couple of crumpled bills out of his pocket and dashed over to the young female waitress. He returned not a minute later with wide eyes. "Well, come on already! I'm not going to get arrested on account of your scrawny ass!"

"Wha..?"

Naruto reached down and grasped the boy by his arms before tossing him over his shoulder. "Hang on tight, Konohamaru! I'm stopping for nobody!"
"Is it going to be faster than before—gah!"

0—Break—0

"What's your position, Temari?" A familiar voice sounded in her ear, causing the kunoichi to jump a little from her spot on her enormous fan.

Damn…The female reached up and pressed the talk button that was located on the black band on her neck. "I'm close to the border of Konoha, Kankuro…Why do you ask? Has otou-sama got more news for me?"

There was the sound of a sigh on the other side. "You really need to hurry or the kid's gonna die."

She paused, her fan lowering it's altitude a bit. "How so?"

"Our sources say that they've spotted a few Akatsuki in his area. And knowing them, they'd want to get what they've came for sooner rather than later."

She froze as if ice water had just been doused over her form. "Akatsuki? Which members?" She silently cursed her father. She had only been told that it was some sort of organization after her charge, and while that in itself was true, she couldn't help but feel that she was lied to. The Akatsuki wasn't just some random organization. This was an organization filled with the best of the best shinobi and kunoichi of their time!

"No need to feel that threatened. It was only a few lackeys, none of them being a member to the central Akatsuki."

"Even so," her expression was grim. "They don't choose weaklings, even for their underlings."

"Temari-neesan, spend less time worrying and more time picking up some speed. The outer ring of members aren't all that. They think that just because they've been accepted into the organization that they are untouchable. They'll severely underestimate you just because of that damn cloud tattoo." Kankuro was greeted with silence. He waited several minutes, hoping that she would say something, but when she didn't, he released a heavy sigh. "Listen, I know you don't believe me, so hear this: Matsuri-chan, a couple of others and I took a couple of them down ourselves. If we could do it, so can you."

"That's four on two, Kankuro." She frowned. "I can't even think of using the boy for help. I was informed that he doesn't know a thing about practically anything. He's basically a civilian! To fight would be two on one, and they'll certainly have the advantage."

"Don't think of that. Besides, you will have the advantage because they won't be expecting you."

"…Whatever. I've gotta go, I just crossed over the border and I need to set down, ne?"

"Hai…Be careful, and don't underestimate yourself."

"Good-bye otouto." She removed the ebony chord from her neck and the earphone from her ear, tucking it into her pack. I need to hurry. She thought, angling her fan towards the ground. She landed smoothly and after successfully tying it to her sash at her back, she shot off in a dead sprint. That boy had better not die before I get there!

0—Break—0

"And thank you once again, Naruto-kun. My family and I are eternally grateful." The elderly man, or the Hokage, bowed low and grinned at the blonde, his worn hand resting on the brunette's shoulder. "Konohamaru is not only my grandchild, but he is the chosen heir of the great Sarutobi clan. His parents had the police on the other ends of their phones waiting for the exact moment his curfew was broken. You have saved us both time and the trouble of bothering the police."

"Don't worry about it, ojii-chan." The blonde's arms crossed over his chest and he glanced away with a bored expression. "He was in good hands. I'm not like the rest of those delinquents back there. When it comes to being a troublemaker, I prefer the smaller stuff like pranks, nothing more!" He began to take small steps back before giving the males a small wave, half-turning to leave.

"Naruto, would you like for me to send someone to drive you home? As I am sure, you are thoroughly exhausted, and you do live quite the distance away—."

"Don't worry old man. I'm not that easily tired as I'm sure you are. Besides, walking is good for your health." Not that I really care about that stuff…He strode off, ignoring Konohamaru's shouts for him to stay and the Hokage's to wait. He didn't want a ride home; there was no rush. After all, he thought, it isn't as if there's anyone at home staying up to wait for me. He ran and ran, not slowing until he made it back to his district, changing his pace from a full out dash to a leisurely gait.

Sky-like hues flicked off to the side, landing on a familiar tree. All movement ceased for a brief moment before he found himself being drawn—almost magnetically—to the large mass of wood and leaves. A large tanned hand came down on the rough bark, his eyes drifting shut as he was accosted with memories.

'Don't play with Uzumaki! He's an orphan!'

'Oi, you can't play with us!'

'What's with those whiskers, neko?'

His hand clenched, chipping off a few pieces of the bark. This tree has always been my refuge. It was on this very tree's branches that he would climb as an escape from the glares and hurtful words. He would sit up there for hours, watching while the other children had their fun and played their games—as content as the lonely boy could ever get. This is the only place that I'd ever felt safe. A small gust of wind tore at his clothes and hair, so surprisingly cold that the blonde's hand retreated to his pants' pockets. I should probably be getting home soon. It seems to be getting colder out here.

"Target located." A deep, monotone voice stated, breaking the silence that seemed to have an echo of its own.

Naruto's head shot up in surprise, his eyes landing on a couple of figures who stood scarcely balanced on the highest point of his tree. Both appeared to be a little older than him, probably in their mid-twenties. One was a bald male who was kneeling with a wide smirk on his face while the other stood; he had short green hair that was strangely curly, and stared down at him with a neutral expression on his face.

"It's about time! I gotta give you props; you sure know how to keep yourself hidden." The bald man started this time. "We've been looking for your sorry ass for the past week and a half!" Naruto's attention was drawn back to him once again. The man was grinning manically by now, and held what looked to be a katana in his right hand. As he examined him, the teen couldn't help but notice a tattoo of a red cloud on his dominant hand, and judging by the way the man held himself, he seemed to be proud of the fact.

What the hell? His gaze flickered back to the stoic male, noting that he too had a tattoo of a cloud, and held what looked to be a rather large shuriken. These guys look like they belong in a shinobi movie. He thought with a small frown, taking a small step back. "Who are you?"

"Names aren't important here, Kitsune." The green haired male positioned his rather genuine looking weapon in front of him, his hazel hues locking onto his form without a hint of wavering.

What? Kitsune? He plastered on a glare that usually scared off all of the thugs in the neighborhood. "Listen, I don't know whoever the hell you're really looking for, but I'm positive that it isn't me that you're seeking."

His words didn't seem to faze nor anger either male; in fact, their expressions didn't alter in the slightest. It was the bald male who responded, his chuckle being the first sounds to escape his lips. "Is that look supposed to be intimidating? It needs some work, kid." His golden tinted orbs slid over to his partner. "Leave this to me, Haruo."

The only response given was the small inclination of his head, though his eyes remained glued on their target below.

Judging by his stance, I'd say that this guy intends on fighting me! Naruto thought, his body tensing slightly.

The unnamed male saw the muscle spasm and chuckled once again. "Heh, heh. Don't worry; I'll make sure that it won't hurt for long." Without another word, the male shot forward with a fierce cry, the sword now unsheathed—though Naruto didn't even notice when he pulled it out—and held it above him as he descended, as if he was going to try to slice him down directly through the middle.

With eyes the size of saucers, the blonde found the sense to scramble out of the way, barely avoiding what he was sure would be a fatal blow. Dust sprang up when the man's katana made contact with the ground, momentarily cloaking his presence.

The blonde's eyes were glued to the dust, seeing the outline of his form. "Are you insane? You could've killed me just now!" He huffed, shakily climbing to his feet to send the now revealed male a half-hearted glare.

"Hai…That's the point!" With manic laughter and golden hues flashing dangerously, he shot towards the teen, his sharp blade glinting in the moonlight. "This is the end, kid!"

His legs seemed to be deaf to his inner screams. His mind frantically ordered them to move, but to no avail, they were firmly rooted in place. I can't move! Naruto's eyes widened as his head slowly lifted in horror as the male only seemed to close more than half of the distance between him. I'm really going to die! This psycho is going to KILL me! Azure hues snapped shut and a shudder went down his spine. This was it. His last moment—.

"Wind scythe jutsu!"

The blonde's eyes cracked open just in time to see the insane man fly back a few paces, a frown taking root on his lips as he cradled his wounded arm—wait—wounded?

"That was a close one." A definite female voice sounded along with the sound of crunching leaves as someone approached from behind.

Naruto was still frozen in place, though his neck was just itching to crane to the side to get a good look of his rescuer.

"You wench!" The bald man screeched. "This has nothing to do with you! Keep out of it and mind your own damn business!"

"Calm yourself, Kojiro." Haruo leapt from his spot on the tree, landing gracefully a few yards back from the bald male. "You'll gain nothing from losing your temper."

"You really ARE in need of protection." A figure zipped past him and came to an abrupt halt directly in front of him; all he could do was stare with a slackened jaw.

This was the female that saved him? Sandy blonde hair was pulled up into four pigtails; her eyes were a deep emerald green hue that lit up under the full moon that loomed overhead. Tied around her waist was a red sash, and in her hands was an enormous fan which she held with ease. Her head cocked to the side, her intense eyes landing on his still form. "Get out of here. From what I was told, you've been kept in the dark about many things pertaining to your heritage, and as a civilian, the battleground is no place for you."

"I don't think so, bitch." Kojiro took a step forward, "The kitsune is coming with us. Ugh!" As soon as he began to run, a pair of feet slammed into his face, sending him flying back into a tree.

Naruto performed a couple of back flips until he was once again at the surprised female's side, sending her a fox-like grin. "I don't know who you are but…" He looked up with a determined expression, the look of helplessness vanishing before their very eyes. "Uzumaki Naruto doesn't run away when there's a woman present!" he glanced over to said female who looked at him with raised brows. "Stay if you want, but I can't just allow you to fight these guys all on your own! I prefer to fight my own battles!" Seeing such a female stand up for him while he stood helpless didn't sit right for him, and when she told him to leave, he made his choice; no running.

However, the female had other thoughts. She glared up at him with narrowed eyes. "While your little speech was admirable and everything, I'm afraid that you don't have a choice here. These aren't your average run-of-the-mill criminals; they're on a whole different level. So, for the last time, get out of here and let me handle it!"

The teen shook his head vigorously. "Never! I can't just leave you here to deal with these two whackos by yourself!" Before he could say any more, the female shot forward, and before he knew it, pain blossomed from the base of his neck. His vision became muddled; everything was spinning… With furrowed brows, he managed to glance at the female accusingly before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he promptly passed out.

Temari caught the unconscious male before his head hit the ground, gently lowering his body before turning back to address her enemies. "Now," She started, giving each male a wary glance. "Where were we?"

0—One/End—0

A/N: Uh…Please leave a review! They really keep me motivated!