A/N - This is my first fic posted online. There may be some spelling mistakes, I apologize for this. I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer - Naruto is not mine...no matter how much I wish.

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Twisting Fate: Prologue

The golden sun was setting like every other day, its rays spreading dozens of colours across the sky over the lands. A young girl looked up from her training to gaze at the colours, panting slightly. Her long brown hair was tied loosely with a black ribbon, strands of her hair hanging freely in the air. Her hazel brown eyes grazed the sky silently as she shaded them from the light. She stood like that for long moments before sighing, looking at the tree covered in kunais. Her lips curved slightly as she walked to the tree and pulled out her kunais, returning them to her pouch before walking back to the village she was residing in. As she walked, she pulled on her long, black gloves, flexing her fingers and smiled, glad she snipped the fingers off of the gloves. Stopping at the edge of the woods for a short rest, she stretched out her arms as far as she could, hearing a few cracks along with a pop. She almost chuckled as she brought her arms back to resnap the buttons on her top, dusting off the noticibly dark brown spots of dirt on her deep, crimson red top. Continuing to dust her clothes, she wiped off her raven-black shorts, and the knees of her black and red striped leggings. Taking a look at her black shoes she sighed, tapping the toe of her shoes on the ground, fixing them enough to satisfy her. Making a quick check of the pouches on her belt, she walked along the path leading to the heart of the village where a small club was built. Having her looks, she passed the looks of 20 and was allowed to drink whatever she had ordered, so she had visited the club often, sometimes her only refuge from her terrible dreams. Opening the door, she scrunched her nose, the smell of smoke and alcohol making her feel sick to her stomach. Trying her best to ignore the smell, she walked to the counter and sat upon the stool, resting her arms on the counter as she waited for service.

Who'd have thought that this mangy place takes hours to just serve only a few customers, who always order the same drink and are regulars, she thought bitterly, tapping her fingers on the oak wood impatiently. After several minutes, a man of his early thirties walked over and smiled.

"Ahhh! Kiri! Welcome back. Its been a long time, hasn't it," the man asked happily. Kiri sighed inwardly and forced a smile onto her face, acting like her 'sweet' self, as she did through out the village.

"Yeah, I've been busy with jobs and everything. So...can I have the usual," she asked, trying to sound sweet. He laughed and walked off for a moment, then came back with a wine glass filled with ice and a clearish red liquid. "Thanks." She smiled until he left and glowered at him behind his back. "Finally..." She stirred the drink with a straw and took small sips, feeling the sweet tasting drink wash over her tongue and down her throat. She took a glance around the room and saw a group of travellers enjoying themselves not to far away, in hearing distance. She looked back at her drink and took a few more sips, hearing them getting into a conversation.

"What do you mean? Zabuza Momochi? Devil of the Mist, dead? How can that be?!"

"I heard it was that Hatake Kakashi behind it....and he had children with him! No doubt teaching them how to be ruthless killers."

"The kyuubi had appeared there...maybe it came back." Kiri's eyes widened at the name of kyuubi, clenching her fist tightly.

"Kyuubi...how can that be?! He was last heard of fighting that foolish Hokage from Konoha!"

"You idiot, he sealed the kyuubi into a kid. So Hatake Kakashi must be training it..."

Anger wavered throughout Kiri's body as images of the dreaded kyuubi flashed through her mind. Slamming the money onto the counter, she got to her feet and left the building, walking to the small house she called her home. Going inside, she grabbed her weapons and a backpack, stuffing in blankets, clothes and sealed food. After she finished her rushed packing, she pulled on her flame resistant cloak and headed out of the village, one thing on her mind: revenge on the kyuubi, who destroyed her life!

A/N - This is shorter than I planned...but its just the prologue. There will be longer and better chapters quite soon.

Rini