Hey there! This is Miyu-chan…with a new obsession. Naruto (the show, not the guy)! And Sasuke. But I'll get to that later. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy reading…

P.S.: Okay, so I realize they're supposed to be twelve right here and now, but I figured that was too damn young for whatever is in store for them. So, basically now, they're all fourteen and such. And I made Tsunade the Hokage. And, Shippuden aside, I made Sasuke stay with Team 7. Hope you guys got nothing wrong with all of those major changes, but hey, that's why they call it FICTION.

OKAY, SORRY FOR MISTAKES!!! I WAS REALLY SLEEPY WHEN I WROTE THIS. THE OC's NAME IS AMAYA. NOT AYAME. Sorry, really!

"You will be joining Team 7, and there are already three ninjas in there, but, since Team 7 has been quite...exemplary in skills, I'm sure Naruto and his friends can make some room for you, although I'm not so sure about Sasuke…"

I stared out the window and tried not to yawn. My gaze drifted in and out of focus. I didn't have much sleep last night. Stupid big brother kept me up talking about some stupid new novel he'd been reading. Adult novel, no less. Well, he was thirty.

My gaze drifted down. My God. How does that woman keep those things in her bra?

"Amaya? Amaya, are you listening?" I looked up suddenly. Tsunade-sensei looked kind of annoyed. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking and my big mouthed-ness got there before my stupid, slow-footed rational self did.

"No."

She raised an eyebrow at me. I backtracked and shot her a wide smile. Jeesh, was it wrong to be honest now?

"What I mean is yes, yes I am listening to you, 100% percent." She didn't look convinced. Oh, well. Most people didn't look totally convinced when I told them I had been listening to them blabber. I probably hadn't been playing my "interested about your problems" part good enough. Besides, I didn't like listening, I only liked talking. I liked talking and talking and talking and talking and never shutting up. It was my hobby. Kakashi said I got it from him. Now I ain't gonna lie and tell you some freaky crap about Kakashi being the quietest boy ever. The boy does talk a lot.

"Well, if you have been listening, then you may proceed to Team 7. I'm assuming Kakashi is outside waiting for you?" I nodded. She smiled at me, tucking her blonde hair back one ear. I still couldn't get quite used to the fact that this big-boobed lady was the die-hard gambler most people made her out to be, when she looked so…innocent and pretty and twenty-ish.

"I really hope you do well on your first day, Amaya." She sounded really sincere, so I smiled at her—a real smile, this time—thanked her for everything, and got out of the room.

***

I swung my arms as I walked towards the hill where I could see my big brother's (well, he's not exactly my big brother, but you'll find out why later) grey head peeking out (boy's hair defies gravity). I ran up the next few steps and raced to meet him.

"Hey kiddo. So, did you listen to Tsunade?" I ran into his arms and he messed up my black hair.

"…Yeah."

"…."

"No."

"That's what I thought. So anyway, let's go, shall we?" I hooked my arm through Kakashi's and he began walking, steering us north.

"Where we going?" I asked, taking a lungful of air. Leaves crackled as we stepped on them.

"Team 7," was Kakashi's only reply. We walked the rest in silence. It wasn't the uncomfortable kind of silence. We were always like this. When we were together, we were silent. When I was with other people, I tended to be talkative. I wanted people to know more about me than I wanted to know more about them. I guess I just wanted to let them know how friendly and nice (and big mouthed and insensitive) I was so they would like me right away. I had a fear of not being liked. It wasn't like that with Kakashi and me. He already knew everything about me, and I already knew everything about him, and we both liked each other fine, so no need for pointless conversations of 'what's your favourite color' and 'what are your hobbies'.

Well…I guess there were some things I hadn't exactly told Kakashi…but they don't come here until a few more chapters, so you're going to have to wait (haha).

"We're here!" Kakashi used the 'we' pronoun and I saw it immediately caught the attention of three ninjas who were scattered along the field. My eyes stared at them curiously, and they stared at me.

There was a little blonde one with whiskers (whiskers?) on his face. There was a pink-haired girl who was smiling at me. Then there was a guy with raven hair that stuck up at the back. He looked sort of intimidating. My impressively courageous big mouth shrivelled up in the process and all traces of bravado were wearing off. Ah, hell.

"Kakashi-sensei! Who's this?" the little blonde one yelled. Kakashi winced. I tried to suppress a smile. The boy had a great set of lungs.

"This is your new teammate, Naruto. And lower your voice, I'm not deaf." Kakashi rubbed his ear. "She's the reason why I'm late."

"You're always late. Well at least this time your excuse wasn't about a cat or whatever…" the raven-haired boy trailed off boredly.

"Hi." I forced my voice to be cheerful and loud, to further drown out any lies Kakashi might throw at them. Something crazy like I had a crush on Gaara, or whatever…Okay so maybe I had (had—past tense. I've told Kakashi a million times, but does he listen?)! But c'mon… I was like…twelve…

"I'm Hatake Amaya," I continued.

"Hatake? So you're…what, married to Kakashi-sensei?" the blonde one grinned at me. "Wow, she's really pretty, Kakashi! But…I never knew you liked teenage girls." I didn't know whether to be grateful he'd called me pretty or offended that he thought I was married to my older brother.

"Moron, we're not married, she's my little sister." Kakashi smacked the back of the blonde's head. The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes.

"Ouch! Really?" Blondie peered at me. I tumbled back a few steps. "She doesn't really look like you…" He stared at me, then back to Kakashi. He was obviously fuming about how dumb we thought he was because we obviously didn't look alike. Obviously. It wasn't my fault. I knew we weren't exactly Siamese twins. But that was because…

"She's my adopted little sis," Kakashi explained and grabbed my head in a headlock. I wriggled out of his arms and, glaring at him, rubbed my black hair back in place.

Well, it was pretty obvious Kakashi and I weren't tied by our blood. He had silver hair; my hair was so black it looked like it had black and purple strands. His eyes were black, mine were sort of dark violet. Sides, he was tall and I was teeny. Well, not teeny, but small for my age. Hey, I'll grow! I just needed milk, is all…

"Yeah, I'm adopted. Don't ask me my last name cause I don't know either," I scratched the back of my head with an apologetic smile. It was true. I never had even heard of or seen the people who had created me. Not that I cared. I had all my family I needed without them.

Kakashi smiled and patted me. "So, this little annoying guy with the blonde hair is Uzumaki Naruto. The sweet pink-haired girl there is Haruna Sakura, and the grumpy boy in the sidelines is Uchiha Sasuke,"

I flashed them all a smile. Sasuke. Where had I heard that before…?

"Yo!"

"Hi,"

"Hn,"

"Okay, so I'm not going to let Amaya train today. Firstly, she's new to this team. Secondly, you'll learn the other reason tomorrow. We go on our first mission day after tomorrow. I'm going to town to do some errands. I'll be back in a while, but Naruto and Sasuke, why don't you start things off. And after that, Sasuke and Sakura, then Naruto and Sakura. Amaya, kiddo, just watch." Kakashi shot them a look with his one eye, patted me on the head and had begun to walk off when I caught up with him.

"Wha-"

"Don't leave me here,"

Kakashi's eyes softened.

"Hey, don't worry. You'll be fine. I have to go and get your bags from the inn, then run a few more errands, then I'll be back. Talk to Sakura. She's really friendly. Okay?"

I bit my lip. "Okay."

"Good. Have fun, Maya," He grinned and walked away.

I looked after him for a few seconds, then, sensing a body not more than a few feet behind me, I pasted one of those totally fake wide smiles on my faces and came face to face with the Sakura girl.

"Hi!" She smiled at me.

"Hi!" I smiled back.

"So…you're Kakashi-sensei's little sister." She stated it like a fact. I was glad she hadn't used "adopted".

"What's it like?" I liked that she seemed genuinely curious.

"It's really fun… I mean, once you get past the fact that there are really things you can't get from him, like removing that ridiculous headband slash eyepatch he's always wearing, or getting him to stop reading novels. He's funny and he understands me...he's not my biological brother, but I think we have a…connection in some way," I tried to explain. Sakura nodded, and she had a smile on her face. Now, I was the one curious about her. Weird.

"Tell me more about you, then." I prodded her, seeing her face turn red. I wondered what it was making her blush. It's not like she was a stripper or whatever. What was there to be embarrassed about?

Then I saw her eyes flit over to where Sasuke and Naruto were shooting shuriken at each other. Her eyes hesitated at Sasuke and I got it.

"You like Sasuke?" I couldn't help gaping. Sasuke? I mean, if you forced me, I couldn't help but accept that the guy was good looking and all that but, the same, Sasuke? I much preferred Naruto, which did not mean that I liked Naruto, but that Naruto just seemed friendlier and happier and more fun to hang out with than Sasuke, who looked kind of like those emo people who cut themselves. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

"Yeah…" Sakura lowered her voice. Her cheeks were burning.

"Oh. Wow! He's really…" I searched for the right word. "Unique. Yeah. I bet he likes you," I teased, raising my eyebrows suggestively. I had the sudden impression that if I kept teasing Sakura-chan she'd blow up into a giant tomato and we'd all have her for lunch.

"What? No! He-he doesn't like anybody," Sakura mumbled. "Especially me," I hated the way her eyes cast down when she said this. I hated it when guys made girls feel conscious and ugly. Been there, done that (remember Gaara?).

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes and looked at the dark-haired Uchiha boy from the corner of my eye.

"Then that'll be my project! The Get Sasuke To Like Sakura Project!"

"Amaya-chan!"

…I know. Amaya-chan needs to work on her project name. But, anyways, this is chappie one! If you guys have any comments, feel free to type it out. I'd really like to hear your opinions, so I can improve. :) Just to tell ya, I am completely brain dead about Sasuke. I lurves him. Haha. HE'S MINE!!!

Sasuke: No I am not.

Me: Shut up or I'll make you eat frogs while Itachi stands over you eating fried chicken and yelling at you to eat faster.

Sasuke: Just kidding. Of course I belong to you!

Cookies to reviews!

~Ms. Miyuki-who-will-never-be-an-Uchiha. XD What I'd tell ya? Brain dead.