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He quietly stepped into the room. A big breath was taken as thoughts and memories rushed into the young, 19-year-old's mind.

"She used to love coming here," whispered the voice that came from the teen standing in the middle of the room. It was awfully quiet where all the usually loud and energetic puppies were now fast asleep in their kennels. He slightly grinned at that.

Kiba Inuzuka was standing in in the middle of his family's kennel, thinking and remembering all the good times he and his blonde-haired best friend used to have helping around after missions here.

No, not Naruto and Kami-Sama forbid he having Ino as a best friend. He shuddered.

He was talking about Naruko Uzumaki, Naruto's younger sister. He remembered her long golden blonde hair always being kept in her high double ponytails. Along with her sun-kissed skin and the 3 whisker marks she had on each cheek. Just like her brother.

Her choice of attire was mostly different than most kunoichi. She always wore t-shirts, jeans, and sneaks. That's why she was tom-boy. He smirked at the memory of her always saying that she was "one of the guys". Her attitude and behavior added to that, too. She was always straight forward. She also didn't really care about getting "down and dirty", or what people thought or said about her, and she didn't seem to take notice of all the villagers whispering every time she walked by.

But what he remembered most was her eyes. Her eyes were a stunning shade of azure, like an ocean blue. He used to tease her saying that if one stared for too long that they would feel, as though, they were last at sea. She used to punch him for that. He smiled at the memory. But as soon as the smile appeared, it was gone. "That was back then and this is now," he thought to himself.

The truth was that Naruko had been missing for 5 years now. Some thought that she was kidnapped, but that was turned down seeing as Naruko never went down without a fight, even when threatened. A few thought that she had ran away from the stress of being a kunoichi and a jinchurikki at the same time. She was the container of the 10-tailed wolf. It seemed logical but Kiba couldn't help but know that that was wrong. His blood would boil every time someone would consider her a coward for running and not dealing with her problems like Naruto did. But what shattered him was when Naruto, Konoha's new and proud Hokage had sadly confirmed that she was dead.

A few ninja coming back from a mission had found her headband covered in blood. When tested, the results showed that the blood belonged to Naruko. There was no denying that it was her headband because it had a small little wolf sewn into the end of the cloth.

Kiba looked up at the clock and sighed deeply. It was getting late so he knew he had to leave. He sighed yet again and walked towards the door. As he reached for the door knob he froze. He heard something, almost like a small giggle. He strained his hearing a little more, but caught nothing.

"Must've been the wind," he mumbled to the room filled with sleeping pups. He walked out without noticing the figure that quickly ran past the window. "It must've been the wind, huh?" said the voice coming from the figure. "Kiba Inuzuka… you have no idea what's coming." And with that the figure disappeared with a speed that could rival the Yondaime.