Ok, this is indeed my very 1st fanfic. Hope anyone who reads it enjoys… please, I beg of you, do give me a review. Idc if it's all criticism XD I needz it. I'll give you a cookie if you do. =3

Enough delays, read on. =)

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Wow…. forever later and here I was, approaching the Konoha wall. It surely took a fairly long time to get here, so I was relieved my journey was over.

I suddenly remembered I was wearing my headband, what kind of idiot was I? Did I seriously think I was gonna walk headfirst into Konoha wearing this thing…? The guards would have tried to kill me on site unless they were courteous enough to ask what I was doing…. but then again, it's not like I was gonna try to run in sword drawn as though I was here to rampage though the place. Wish I would ease up for once in my life…

I reached behind my neck and untied the loose headband before placing it in my pack. With a sigh, I stepped out from behind the bushes and calmly began walking towards the front gate. The 4 guards I could see there were staring at me with questioning eyes. I knew it was still obvious I was a shinobi, there was no questioning that. Must have been searching for the missing headband I'd imagined… Approaching the gate, I stopped in front of them knowing that, by default, they had to know why I was here. The man in front of me had a blue beanie on his head and a rather flawless face. He looked moderately slender; maybe 160 pounds or so… probably 5'7" since I was just minorly taller than him (at 5'9" mind you.) He spoke to me first.

"Hello there.", he stated simply. "What brings you to a place like this?"

I found that an odd question, so I gave him an equally odd response.

"I've been traveling here for a few days. I don't think I'm mistaken in saying this is Konoha. Correct?"

"Yup, this is the place. Of course, I can't let you enter without saying why… clearly you're not a shinobi of this village, but unmistakably a shinobi."

Looking at him a tad closer, I could see he was a tad cautious of me. I laughed within my own mind, and maybe even a bit out loud.

"What are you paranoid of?", I questioned him. "There is no shinobi in the world idiotic enough to march to the front gate of a village like this, alone, with an aggressive intention." His friend next to him seemed surprised.

He looked at me with a 'master of the obvious' sign in his brown eyes.

"Very true.", he replied. Seemingly enough, he didn't plan on speaking his thoughts of why I should say something so obvious. "If you're here for a legitimate purpose,", he continued while handing me a clipboard with a paper on it and a sharp pencil (sharp and long enough to make me think he hasn't seen much action lately), "then all I need you to do is sign your name. As well as why you're here, which you'll also have to tell me."

Simple enough. I took the pencil with my right hand and quickly signed 'Anari Kedoke', which was my real name, along with the real reason I was here: To rest for a few days. I handed him back the clipboard with the paper on it, with a smirk. He stared at me oddly.

"What's so funny?", he pondered, finishing reading the report.

Staring at him flatly, I responded "The second ninja from my left was using a jutsu to see my real name as I was writing. Am I right or wrong?"

All 4 stared in amazement. They were 100% sure I hadn't looked at any of them… until I said that, that is. It didn't matter; my real name was on the clipboard. I guess the fact I hadn't used my left hand considering I was left-handed was also a reason for the humor I felt.

He looked back at me sternly and said "Yes she was. I think you understand why that is."

"But of course!", I laughed. "And I'll suppose you need to know why I'm here with no form of ID as to what village I come from?"

He simply nodded, his fellow guards watching carefully. They knew if I was planning on attacking, this would likely be an ideal chance.

I gave him an honest look while showing him a pocketed Sand ninja headband, smirking inside knowing this wasn't mine, but the headband of a fallen assassin.

"I'm from the sand village, and I wasn't wearing this around because I believe someone was after me. Putting it away was to see if I could draw him out, but to no avail… I'm here to give your shinobi a mission to see to my protection, and hopefully, the capture of said stalker or assassin."

This false confession pleased them, and soon enough they let me through.

I'd successfully entered the village… now to see to my real purpose.

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Hey, I don't think that went half bad! =D Better than I'd planned on if I were to be completely honest. Do give me a review, remember, there's cookies in it for you! (yes, from the dark side.)