I dont own Naruto or any anime or manga for that matter. Also, I have written nothing like this before, so literally any reviews will be treated like gold. I'm trying to pump out more chapters but there won't be any set schedule for them to release. Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

I've always been something of a hopeless romantic. Growing up, I always sort of figured that I would meet the person I married in a coffee shop, our eyes would find each other through a crowded room, and we would live happily ever after, or something like that. I didn't know it back then, but that dream would never come to fruition. That's not to say that I would change anything about the day I met him.

…Well, maybe I would've done my hair.

My name was Hinata Hyuuga, recently that name changed to Hinata Namikaze. This is the story of how that change occurred.

I

I guess everything started when I left Tokyo. I was never a huge fan of big city life. Even though it was cramped and fresh air was nothing more than a dream where I lived, I didn't hate the city. Actually, I enjoyed having snacks available 24/7 at the small corner shop right next to my apartment building. I also didn't mind the fact that I never needed a car to get anywhere, as the subway could deliver me within a mile or two away from any place I wanted to be. However, I still felt that I was just… missing something.

My brother, Neji, was a genius. He was four years older than I was and despite the constant arguing and bargaining on our fathers end, he refused to work for our father. Hiashi Hyuuga was a very successful business man. The details of his work were unknown to Neji and me. Not that either of us cared, Hiashi had been cold to both of us ever since our mother died. My younger sister Hanabi, had never even known him when he was the warm, loving man he used to be when mom was around. Our father had a habit of insisting that he buy everything for us and holding it over our heads whenever we tried to live our own lives.

The furthest I was able to get from him was in an apartment about ten miles away from his office. That was the furthest he would let me go, and it was on the condition that he pay for the apartment so he could use it as yet another thing to hold over my head and threaten me with if I went against his wishes. Hanabi had tried to come with me and had been told, in no uncertain terms, that she would be going nowhere until she at least turned eighteen. Neji had managed to wriggle out of our fathers grasp by cutting all ties with the man and moving far away.

He had moved up north to Aomori prefecture and yold me many times that he had never been happier in his life. I often told him how jealous I was of his freedom and happiness. Every time I would complain about life back home, he invited me to come stay with him. He made more than enough money to support the two of us. Hell, with his job writing code for computer security systems for big businesses, he could support me and twenty of my friends if I had the urge. I had always told him the time wasn't right, I had high school to attend and I couldn't leave all of my friends so close to graduation. Coach Azumiprobably would have lost her mind if I left the volleyball team before season ended. I wasn't the best player on the court, but I understood the mechanics of the game and I gave it everything I had. I always figured, if you're going to do something, give it all you got and one day you will find something you're great at.

After I graduated, I really had nothing to do. I didn't have a job, thanks to how controlling my father was, and despite my GPA, which hovered around 4.2 at any given time, I never really planned on going to college, and I didn't want to sit around in my apartment in Tokyo with my father constantly trying to pair me up with the sons of business associates just to make more money. I figured it was high time I took control of my own life. So the next time Neji offered to take me in, I took him up on it. I was walking down the sidewalk on my way back from yet another snack run when I accepted his offer. I planned on calling so I had gone to a convenience store a little further away. I liked to walk when I talk. Needless to say, he was a bit surprised at the sudden change of heart.

"Wait what? Really?! You're finally going to come stay with your big brother after all this time? Aw did you miss me?" I heard him laughing on the other end.

"Yes, nii-chan." I sighed "I am coming to stay with you, and are you saying that you didn't miss me?" I countered.

"I could do with a few more years." He chuckled "I'll buy your ticket, see you when you get here. Love you. Bye." He hung up before I could verbally retaliate for the earlier insult. Not that I really cared. I knew he was only messing with me.

To be honest though, I didn't mind the playfulteasing. Neji used to be… well… sort of a dick. He always had a stick up his ass and refused to smile. He would talk down to me because I didn't get the grades that he did, so it was a welcome change when he started to relax, seemingly out of nowhere. We never knew why, but one day, when he called me, his attitude had taken a complete 180. I was so worried, I told our father about the change. He was as shocked as I was and even tried to send a psychiatrist from Tokyo to take a look at him. Neji had just waved it off saying "I realized I was taking life too seriously." And that was the end of it.

The moment as I put my phone back in my pocket, I got a text from my brother with the link to my digital ticket for the train to Aomori. The train would be stopping in Sendai, Ninohe, and Hachinohe. Of course mine had to be the last stop. After I had taken a look at the ticket and had satisfied my curiosity about the train schedule and seating arrangement, I got another text from Neji.

"That ticket will be good for use until next Friday. Let me know when you are on your way. I'll pick you up from the train station."

I sent back a thumbs up emoji and started typing a message to my friends and my group chat. Hoping this wouldn't be the last time we all talked.

HH: "Hang out this weekend?"

AT(Aisaka Taiga): "Sure"

KM(Kaori Miyazono): "Duh"

SN(Shoko Nishimiya): "I can't wait!"

After everyone had agreed, I started to feel nervous. 'Would they be mad at me? Will they understand? Will we stay friends?' I started to think maybe I should cancel the plans and started to pull my phone back out again when I bumped into someone and dropped it on the ground.

As I was apologizing and picking up my phone, I realized that there was a small crowd of people watching the television outside an electronics shop. Deciding to see what all the fuss was about, I peeked over the shoulder of the man who I had run into and saw what had caused these people to congregate. The news had been covering the murder of three men in Aomori. Police stated that the men had all been brutally attacked, judging from the bruising on the bodies. A chill went down my spine. I would have to ask my brother about that when I arrived in Hachinohe. The thought of living anywhere near someone capable of taking the life of another made me sick to my stomach. I had hated violence for as long as I could remember.

The weekend finally came around and I had bought some food and drinks for the night. I got some chips other snack foods. I figured we could order pizza or something later. As for drinks, I just bought what I thought would mix well. I knew I wouldn't have to buy alcohol. Taiga always brought enough. None of us were really big into drinking but it was fun and it would certainly make my announcement easier. Hopefully for all of us. The first one to show up was Shoko. Shokohad moved to our school back in third grade and was shyer than I was, and that's saying made sense later though, when she told us she had been bullied in her previous school. We hadn't known until a few years prior when she had introduced us to her boyfriend, Ishida Shouya. He was a tall boy with crazy hair and a scary face. We all thought she was crazy until we spoke to him and realized he was actually very kind and even learned sign language to communicate better with Shoko. When we saw the way she smiled at him, we all understood. I was always envious of how brave she seemed to get around him. I wanted that. In case you couldn't tell, Shoko was deaf. When she first moved to our school, she always carried around a notebook that she would use to communicate with people. She smiled any time someone talked to her, but I quickly learned that this was a defense mechanism. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it, but I first spoke to her, forgetting she couldn't hear me, I saw her eyes when she smiled. She looked nervous, as though she wasn't sure if it was okay to be smiling. I smiled back at her and apologized using her notebook. She wrote back that she didn't mind, she was learning how to read lips and the practice was coming along nicely. I'll always remember how grateful she looked when Kaori wrote in her notebook asking if she wanted to be friends with us. She had smiled and put her hands over each other, and shook them once. She later explained that this meant "friends" in sign language. Shoko was always upbeat, even if she was shy, and she had the same effect on those around her. It was hard not to smile when we were with her.

Shoko gave me her trademark cute smile and scrunched her nose and eyes closed as she hugged me while I welcomed her inside. She had grown into an adorable girl over the years we had known each other. Shoko stood at about 5'4" and her delicate features reminded me of a doll. She had a cute heart shaped face with large brown eyes and strawberry blond hair with a slender frame. She had been to my apartment plenty of times before and we were about as close as friends could be. She wasted no time in making herself at home and started watching whatever was on the television, moving her lips along with the people on screen tobetter understand what they were saying.

Just as I began to walk back to the kitchen to get the rest of the snacks set out, there was a loud knocking at the door that just wouldn't stop. 'Looks like Taiga is here' I thought to myself and braced myself for the impending impact that was awaiting me before I opened the door. As soon as I turned the handle, I was ejected from the doorway by the tiny projectile that was AisakaTaiga and we landed half on and half off the couch. Well, Taiga had safely landed one hundredpercent on me. Shoko was used to this so she only grinned and lifted her knees up to her chest as she absentmindedly crunched on some of the chips I had set out and kept watching whatever was on television.

"You know you could just walk in like a normal person." I huffed into my carpet. Though I doubt Taiga heard me as she was yelling about how I was lucky to have developed so much and was yelling something about "spreading the wealth" as she was punching my behind playfully. Once I had managed to swat her hands away and found the strength to get myself off the floor and looking somewhat dignified, I half-heartedly glared at the troublemaker for her brash attitude.

She didn't mind my lame attempt at a glare, she knew I wouldn't be able to stay mad at her for long. I had known Taiga since the first day of kindergarten when she had attacked a boy for snatching my hat off of my head and proceeded to hunt down three more and beat them for laughing. Now that we had graduated high school, she was about 4'9" and weighed maybe 100lbs soaking wet. She hated being small and made up for it constantly with her ferocity. In school that had earned her the nickname "palm-top tiger". That's not the person she was though, in reality she was an adorable, loving, and loyal girl who wanted people to notice her, not her size. We were all happy for her when she found her boyfriend and now fiancé Ryuji. He was a little over a foot taller than her and for a while, he had been known as the scariest guy in our school on account of the fact that his face just looked mean. His father was rumored to have been a Yakuza street boss. He had never met the man, but anyone who met him found out quickly that he was nothing like the rumors stated. Ryuji was very kind to Taiga and was one of the few people who had seen her soft side. Something most people would dismiss as a myth.

Once we had gotten settled in and found comfortable positions on my couch, well, comfortable for everyone else. Taiga claimed that she wouldn't be comfortable unless she had her "favorite pillow", which, to my displeasure, happened to be my chest. While we waited for Kaori to show up, we had decided to watch a movie Shoko had seen with Ishida and hadn't stopped talking about since. Shoko had known us long enough to feel comfortable using her voice to talk, and we had known her long enough to understand everything she said without a problem.

We knew Kaori would be a bit late today. We knew she was teaching younger kids how to play the violin. Her boyfriend, Arima, played piano for them sometimes. It was almost magical when we got to hear the two of them play together. We could feel their love for each other through the music and the glances and smiles they would shoot each other while they played did nothing to try to mask their affections.

She would probably finish up in an hour or so. Kaori loved to play her violin, and we all loved to hear her play. We had known each other before we had met any of our other friends, as our mothers had been the best of friends long ago before my mother died. When we were younger, Kaori got sick and her condition just kept getting worse, until four years ago. She had a high risk operation that most likely would have killed her if it hadn't been a success. Luck was with her though and we were all so relieved when we found out, we ran straight to the hospital from school and had cried happy tears until we fell asleep with our heads resting on her hospital bed. After that, Kaori had grown up wonderfully. Out of all of us, she was the second most "developed", with the first being me.

Despite the fact that she only played violin, she had a pretty toned body. She was slim, with blond hair and eyes that seemed to turn from blue to green depending on the day. She even wore these large framed glasses sometimes just to accentuate her beautiful eyes. Kaori also had killer legs which never made sense to me because, again, all she did was play violin. I never gave it much thought and had decided to go with being not-so-secretly jealous of her super high metabolism. She had always been a gorgeous, down to earth girl who was a joy to be around. Kaori was the funniest person any of us knew and we always had a ball together.

Once the last member of our troupe had arrived and had been ushered inside, apologizing for taking so long. We ordered some Chinese take-out, far more than any of us could eat, and Taiga seemingly materialized a bottle of sake out of nowhere for the night. Almost as soon as it hit the counter I had both of my hands around it and had taken three large gulps of the bitter drink. I hardly ever drank, and had never been close to drunk in my life. So when I looked up and realized my friends were looking at me as if I had grown a second head, I could tell they knew something was up.

"Well I might as well tell you" I said.

…

When I awoke the next morning, it was with a killer headache and cotton mouth of proportions that previously, had been unknown to me. It also felt like there was a weight on my chest. "Oh" I said out loud to myself. Taiga had passed out on top of me and didn't seem keen on moving. As I sat up he mumbled something about pillows and snuggled into my breasts. As adorable as she was, I needed to relieve at least a small portion of my morning discomfort. 'How much did we drink?' I wondered as I stumbled over the contents of my apartment, which looked as if a tornado had found its way in last night. After forcefully removing a heavily sleeping Taiga, I made my way to the bathroom. As I looked into the mirror I vowed never to drink again. It was obvious I had been crying quite a bit last night if all of the make-up streaks running down my face were to be trusted. I sighed and took some antacids from the cabinet and popped them in my mouth with some water and shook my head back and forth before swallowing. I hated the taste of that stuff but it worked, and I would've drank almost anything, besides more alcohol, to make this feeling go away.

I knew that what I needed most was food. Nice, hot, greasy food. First, however, a shower was in order. As I stepped in I was too tired to step out of the way of the cold water and almost fell when it hit me and the shock forced my entire body into high alert, which didn't help my headache. Though once the water warmed up andgot nice and hot, I was in heaven.

After thoroughly cleaning myself both in body and mind from the previous night, I stepped out of the shower and wiped some of the steam off of the mirror to give myself a once over. As I examined my entire body, turning this way and that, I grinned. I looked at my face for a moment, taking in my my pale blue-ish eyes, my hair that was so dark that it sometimes looked blue, and my smallears, pierced three times in my left, two in the bottom lobe and one in my cartilage, and just three more on my right, all in the bottom lobe going up the side of my ear, and button nose. Looking over the rest of my body, I had 34DD breasts and even though I would never tell anyone… I was pretty proud to have them. I was 5'5" which I didn't mind, I never really had any issues with being short. I had thick legs, though they weren't lacking muscle, and a round bottom from running so much to maintain what figure I did have. I didn't have abs, which I lamented every day, but I did have a nice firm tummy. I knew I was pretty, but I had never thought myself as "beautiful" or "gorgeous". I had never even had a boyfriend. Though I hadn't really ever been interested in anyone. If I had, I'm sure my shyness would've ruined my chances. Maybe in this new town I could find someone special.

After a huge breakfast with my friends that was utterly unhealthy, and a few more tears, goodbyes, and promises to stay in touch, everyone left. I started the task of packing away my things and began the process of sorting and throwing out possessions I didn't care for and mailing mypossessions that I wanted to keep to my brothers'address. This was going to take a while.

My whole life, before her, was filled with memories that were, for the most part, dark and unpleasant. I grew up being told what to do with little to no voice or opinion. To voice any disagreements or displeasure with orders meant I wouldn't eat. Following orders quickly became second nature for me. It didn't matter what those orders were. You either complete your mission, or you don't come back. By the time I had becomean adult, my skills were unparalleled, I couldn't be stopped, nor could I be caught. Even if the police managed to catch me, they still couldn't touch me. I was Yakuza, untouchable, elite, popular, rich, powerful, respected, feared, loved, hated…deadly.I was the best contract killer the world had never seen. I had no idea what I was doing to myself or what I was missing out on. Everything changed the day I met her. I always thought I was supposed to be alone. The circumstances we met under could have been better, but I take the blame for that. Still though, I wouldn't change a thing. My name is Naruto Namikaze, and this is how a girl changed my life.

I always hated the rain. It made my job more difficult, and being wet and cold was never a fun prospect. Today, I was on my way to greet Madara-sama at the train station and escort him back to the compound on the outskirts of Hachinohe. A while back, before I was even born, the Uchiha branch of the Yakuza had purchased a large plot of land right outside the city and made short work of building a compound out of it. In the span of six months, the area had gone from acrid farmland to a beautiful estate with security that was rumored to be impenetrable. With enough room to house three hundred men and their families, the place was intimidating just to look at. With a two mile stretch of road leading up the stone walls around the compound, boasting a height of fifteen feet and three feet thick, that somehow, managed to look regal threatening at the same time. Built into which was a door made of thick steel bars that lifted up out of the ground, rather than sliding to the side. The road was dutifully being patrolled by no less than six armed men at all times. Needing very little internal security, as awaiting any trespassers beyond that wall were over fifty armed men at any time who were just going about daily business. The Yakuza was its own security.

Madara-sama had gone to Tokyo for a "getaway" with his granddaughter and wife. The man was a notorious gambler and his love for drinking did nothing to help that. After he had stepped down has the branch head and named Itachi-sama our new leader, Madara-sama started doing the things he couldn't while he was younger. On account of the fact that he was the head of an underground business netting well over one hundred million dollars yearly.

The decision to name Itachi-sama the new head of our branch came as a shock to many, who expected Obito-san to take the roll. Obito-san was the next logical choice to everyone in the Family. He was Madara-samas' son and had been in the business as long as he could recall. However, Madara-sama was quoted as saying that "Itachiwill take our family to the next level in this business. He is the best man for this task."

Obito-san was understandably bitter about the decision and had vowed to himself that we would take his cousins position no matter what. Itachi-sama was Madara-samas' nephew. His father had been planning a coup of Madara-samas' position. When Itachi-sama discovered the plot to do so…He killed his own father. Proving his loyalty to the larger "Family", the Aomori Yakuza. It had only been a few years, but Itachi-sama had proven to be a strong and dependable leader. He ruled with fairness and punished dishonesty with an iron fist. He expected complete loyalty and would tolerate no duplicity.

Itachi-sama did however, have one flaw. He was too lenient with Obito-san. No one knew why he put up with the disrespect and blatant insults flung at his by his older cousin. Most thought it was because he felt bad for "stealing his birthright", but no one could say for sure. My job had become busier since Itachi-sama had taken over. As Madara-sama began to get on in his years, he seemed to become more docile and less keen on taking risks. Others began to notice this and payed less for services we provided or stopped paying at all. Saying "the old man had gone soft". Itachi-sama refused to let this go any further, and made an example out of five of the business owners causing him the most trouble. That had been a busy Christmas for me. Fitting five grown men under the giant tree in the middle of town without being caught was the most difficult task I had ever been given at the time. I spend many sleepless nights looking into the mirror trying to forget what I had done. After Itachi-sama had made his display, the influx of money and men who wanted to join our ranks seemed to redouble every week for the next six months.

I was still reflecting on my life when I arrived at the station. I quickly checked my watch and got out of the car. Ready to receive Madara-sama and his companions. I gave myself a once over in the car window, which I had cleaned to perfection earlier that day. After fixing a few stray hairs I looked at myself a bit more intently. I hadn't realized how much I had grown over the years. I had lost nearly all of my baby fat and my face had become much more angular. My eyes were piercing blue and I had been told more than once how "beautiful" they were. I had three scars on each side of my face that I have had as long as I can remember. Instead of fading as I got older, they got darker and more pronounced, giving the appearance of whiskers on my face. This wasn't helped by the fact that my canine teeth were longer and sharper than normal. Not by much, just enough to be weird. I started to understand why people said I looked like a fox when I smile, part of why I didn't smile so much anymore. The shaggy blonde mop I had as a child had started to behave more over time. Not by much, as it still basically did what it wanted to. My hair fell to the back of my neck now and just barely covered my eyes if it were to fall in my face. For this reason, I usually used a long piece of black cloth to hold it back and in place.

I used to hate my hair when I was younger. It functioned as a bright blonde beacon to make sure everyone knew I was different. I didn't like the attention or stares it earned me and had asked many times for permission to dye it black or brown just to stand out a bit less. All of my pleas fell on deaf ears and I was told to be proud of who I was. I never understood that line of reasoning as I didn't know who I was. I had never met my parents and I was punished any time I had any inquiries, being told "this is the only family you need".

I grew up angry, and a fight was almost inevitable if I were to leave the compound. After what had to be the tenth time waking up in the hospital. On account of being attacked by a group of men for beating up one of their sons who made a joke about my hair as I walked by. I decided I would no longer be such an easy target. I'll never forget the day Itachi-sama decided to start training me. I awoke in a hospital room yet again, a dull throbbing in my head and blurry vision.

I had been walking through the city, heading back to the estate. The sun had started its descent and Itachi-sama didn't want me out past dark. I had just passed the last of the shops on that block and was waiting for the crosswalk to flash green. As I was standing on the corner, I heard footsteps behind me. Usually I wouldn't care about such things, but the sounds were coming closer and closer and seemed to be picking up pace. As I turned slightly to glace at who I presumed was a businessman hurrying to get home from work, my field of vision exploded into a bright white and I felt my balance leaving me. Gaining some small amount of consciousness back, I managed to stumble out of the fall and away from my attacker. Turning to identify my assailant, I saw three large men. Looking as though I had killed their dogs. I quickly decided I wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight against my aggressors, and tried to use my speed to my advantage to make a break for it. The knock to my head must have thrown something off because as I turned to make my escape, I was lifted by my hair and thrown into the wall of a nearby alley.

I tried to scamper down the alley to get away, not paying attention to where I was going, blood now dripping onto my face from a gash the wall had left on my forehead. I realized, too late however, that I had backed myself into a corner. It was a dead end. I turned and faced my opponents and stood ready for anything. I refused to give up until I couldn't stand or they killed me. Not like I had much to live for. They seemed to be of the same opinion, as the man in the front leaned into my face and sneered "You little Yakuza shit, did you-hic- think there wouldn't-hic- be retribution for what you did to my son?"

I could smell whiskey on his breath and the stench nearly made me gag. I didn't say anything back and decided to just stare right back into his hateful gaze with all the anger I could muster. Then I felt the air escape my body and realized his friend had decided to join in and punch me in the gut. My eyes went wide when his other crony hit the side of my leg and I started to slump over. As I went down, my face was met with a knee and I felt my head grabbed violently before being slammed into the wall. By this point, blood was pouring out of my face and I could hardly breathe, let alone stand, but I'd be damned if they walked away scot free. I quickly grabbed a bottle off of the ground and when the next punch came, I drove the bottle into the drunkards' fist.

A loud crash resounded through the alley and the man let out a terrible howl and clutched his now bloodied hand. I ignored the pain of the glass shards digging into my palm and slashed at the other attackers face with the broken bottle that still remained. The man tried to dodge the attack but the alcohol had made him slow. My makeshift weapon had found its make and blood flowed freely from the left side of the man's face. He seemed to take the attack in stride, however, as he let loose with another volley of punches and kicks. Stomping on my hand that held the bottle, breaking it and forcing the shards into my body. I refused to scream, but couldn't stop myself from letting out a grunt as he continued to lay into me.

I don't know how long the barrage lasted, but when I was hauled up to a sitting position against the brick wall in the back of this alley, and opened my eyes, I could see that it was now completely dark now. When the street lights cut on, I saw the familiar glint of a knife in the light. I saw the grin on the man's face and answered it with a smile of my own. A smile that held no mirth of joy, just understanding. I understood that this was where I was going to die. I looked up at the sky and let a tear fall, regretting that I would never know what affection felt like, that I would never be accepted, that I would never know love. No, my dreams would all die with me here, and I accepted that. I prepared myself for whatever hell was like, surely I wasn't going to heaven. The man lifted my shirt up and I tried to let myself slip into unconsciousness, I didn't want to feel this.

"Gentlemen, has my little brother done something terrible again? What ever will I do with him?" I heard an unknown voice say.

"Who the fuck are you" slurred one of the men.

"Get lost asshole, unless you want some too." Threatened one of the others.

"Oh dear, it seems we haven't met before." Said the man I still couldn't identify, with a twisted grin. His voice got deeper and his head dropped a bit, looking at the men through the bit of silver hair that hung in front of his eyes. "Let me introduce myself…"

Without another word, the man launched himself at my three assailants. I tried to yell and warn him that they had weapons, but quickly realized it didn't matter, the look on this man's face was that of unbridled joy. The one eye I could see, I could've sworn it was red. His other eye was covered with a piece of cloth falling over the bridge of his nose and below his right eye. Just in that one eye, anyone could see he was ecstatic to be in a fight.

As the masked man made his approach, the other three readied themselves with their weapons in front of them defensively, not sure what to expect. For a moment, it seemed as if the man had simply disappeared. When the man on the right grunted and fell on his back, with the man standing behind him, between me and my attackers, grinning at me and shooting me a quick thumbs up before kicking off of the wall next to him and driving the face of the man that had tried to cut me into the edge of a dumpster, killing him or knocking him out I didn't know. As the final man ran behind the silver haired lunatic, I saw him pull out a large butcher's knife he had been carrying. Again, I tried to warn him as the man lunged for his head with the weapon, however, he just tiled his head and brought his elbow up into the attacker's upper arm, immobilizing it and causing him to drop the knife. The masked man caught the knife and drove it into the man's leg without even turning around.

As the man screamed and fell to the ground, he was silenced with a kick to the jaw. I kick that I hadn't even seen, such was the speed. By this point, I had begun to get cold and the adrenaline from my earlier fight had worn off and the pain was now setting in full force. As I began to nod off grateful to finally be unconscious, the man leaned down to me and said, very calmly, "Wake up". My eyes shot open again and all of my attention was on him. I wasn't sure if he would kill me or help me so my pain was forgotten again as another burst of adrenaline made its way into my veins.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded

"You're Naruto correct?"

I nodded again.

"I've heard about you." The man smiled. "My name is Kakashi. I used to work for your father. You are destined to be great. I am sure we will meet again, make sure you are stronger than me when we do. See ya."

Unsure of what to make of this, I started sputtering. The man turned as he walked away and put his finger to his lips, or where his lips would be, and gave me another thumbs up. 'Destined to be great? Get stronger? Meet again? Who the hell is this guy?!' I thought he was Yakuza, because I saw no other reason for anyone to want me alive, but I had never seen him before and he said he worked for my father. Also, hand-to-hand combat wasn't really much of a Yakuza thing any more. Especially not with that speed. Yakuza would have just shot the three and been done with it. Also… How the hell did he know my father?!

I thought back to that day in the hospital room. The only person who came to see me was Itachi-sama, who just wanted to know what happened. I decided to keep Kakashi out of my recollection of things. He informed me that the men had been "taken care of", meaning they were either paid off or killed, and with Itachi-sama in charge, everyone knew which option he would go with. By the time I had finished telling him my edited version of the story. That "the men started fighting each other after one of them suggested they rape me and the others accused him of being a "faggot"". He believed my story, as I had almost been rapedbefore, during a different beating I received for shoplifting.

I then remembered that Kakashi had told me to get stronger, so while in the hospital bed, I grabbed Itachi-samas hand with my bandaged one and told him I wanted to fight. I wanted to be able to protect myself. That I was tired of taking beatings from idiots who didn't know me. I wanted to be strong…

A ghost of a grin found its way to his face. "Very well", he said, "I will teach you if you are willing to learn. I promise you this, if you quit once or say even one time that it is too hard I will never train you again." He looked at me seriously. I nodded, "of course Itachi-sensei." He grinned one more time and placed his hand on my head. "Rest, the family can't use you if you're in the hospital, and you will have to work twice as hard to repay the bill you have run up here." I nodded once more and shut my eyes. I opened them once more once I was sure he had left. I was too wired to sleep. I was going to learn how to fight!

One of the first things Itachi-sama taught mewas how to be confident in who I was. The method he employed through, was a bit… unorthodox. He kicked my ass… constantly. He taught me how to fight, by beating me until I couldn't stand, and forcing me to stand and fight. I improved quickly and discovered that I was good at fighting. I had a knack for hurting people, I was good at it. I was unpredictable and strong, and I was angry…God, was I angry. I never developed any particular style, much to the chagrin of my sensei. I was more of a "tactical brawler" as he called it. I figured, 'if I'm going to get hit, why not take it and lead into my own attack with the momentum?', so by the time I was twelve years old, I could decimate most grown men with no problem.

By the time I was sixteen the only person my age who could give me a proper challenge was Sasuke, the younger brother of Itachi-sama. At first, we got along about as well as oil and water. Sasuke was a prick. In my opinion, he was far too full of himself and took his status as the younger brother of the Kumicho for granted. He acted as though being blessed with all the things he had in life was his right. Until I knocked his teeth out for mentioning my hair. He demanded that Itachi-sama teach him as well. When itachi-sama refused to teach him, Sasuke started watching my training and would copy whatever training tasks I was given until Itachi-sama relented and agreed to teach him. He had learned almost as quickly as I had, but because I had been training for longer, I had no problems kicking him around for a while. He actually began to lighten up after getting his ass handed to him for what had to be the thousandth time.

Sasuke was a bit shorter than I was, with long black hair and a serious expression on his face at all times. He was analytical of everything and was his own worst critic. He refused to give himself a break and wanted nothing more than to be stronger. Our arguments were mostly settled it the courtyard behind one of the older buildings in the compound. People would gather to watch when we went at it. We would tear into each other without mercy until neither of us could stand. Afterwards, it would be as if nothing happened and we would go about our day. He was the only person I ever considered a friend.

By the time we were eighteen, Sasuke and I had grown to be more like brothers than anything else. We were the best two fighters in the compound and Sasuke was shaping up to turn into a fine Wakagashira to his brother. His fighting style depended on quick movement, precise striking, and anticipating his opponents' attacks. He was more business minded, where as I was more on the physical side of "business". I was six inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier than my friend, so it only made sense that I act the part of the muscle. That doesn't mean I didn't understand the business side though. I read about business strategies and listened when Itachi-sensei would lecture Sasuke. I did my best to etch every detail into my being. I was caught listening to one of their lessons once, and was punished severely. I hadn't eaten for a week after that. I came to accept that the family didn't want me knowing how business worked, I was more useful to them dumb, I suppose. I didn't realize until much later that they had planned all of this from the beginning.

I was snapped out of my musings by a three note chime, repeating itself loudly, alarming all present that a train was arriving. I looked myselfover one more time, insuring my black, form fitting suit was in flawless condition, and aside from the rain that had long ago saturated my clothes, I was looking sharp. I fumbled with my necklace as I waited on my passengers, an aqua blue crystal on a long silver chain that I've had ever since I was born. Who gave me the necklace, I never found out. That didn't stop me from wearing it though. It was one of the few gifts I had ever been given, so I treasured it. When Madara-san appeared walking down the stairs of the station with his family, I bowed low and welcomed him back.

"Welcome home Madara-sama"

"Oh shut up Naruto, come help this tired old man with these bags, I'm getting soaked out here" he shot back with a tired grin.

"Right away sir" I said as I took his families bags and carefully set them in the trunk. By the time I had finished fitting all the luggage in the car, I was thoroughly soaked, and a few rogue blonde hairs had managed to escape from their binding and hung down, sticking to my forehead. The three passengers were already in the car and laughing about something the youngest had said. I felt an ache in my chest, knowing I would never experience that kind of emotion. It had been made clear to me long ago, no one could love a personlike me. I was a monster, a killer, and a weapon. The only time people greeted me with kindness is when they wanted something. There was no family or wife in my future, there was no love, there was only me. Someone once said that all living things die alone, nothing ever resonated with me like that did. When thunder loudly crashed in the sky above, startling me out of my monologue, I quickly tucked those thoughts away and shut the trunk and hurried around the car so as to not keep Madara-sama waiting. As I turned the corner, I felt something solid connect with my face, my vision went white, and then there was dark…

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The train had finally come to a halt, four hours of sitting in an uncomfortable train seat, and we finally made it. I was finally in Hachinohe, where my brother had told me to get off. He knew I was coming so he would be expecting me. I hoped he hadn't forgotten. I started to get nervous, I hadn't seen Neji in so long. I wondered if he would look the same. He never had any social media. He didn't like the idea of someone you didn't know being able to read about your entire life.

As I got out of the train and struggled to keep my bags from falling off of my shoulders, I was only getting more nervous. I got a text from Nejisaying that parking was bad and he had to park across the street. I frowned because it was raining pretty hard and I didn't have an umbrella or even a jacket. Just my thin hoodie I had worn for the train ride and leggings. I sighed one more time and silently cursed my brother for not getting here sooner and making my walk through the rain. I put one of my bags over my head and started running.

As I ran through the first row of cars, I was passing a white Mercedes-Benz with dark windows. I didn't see much of what happened next because I had my head down with a heavy bag held over me for protection from the rain. What I felt, however, was something solid hit my bag, or rather, I had hit it. I thought I had run into a van or large car, because of how solid the impact was, but as I fell down on top of my accidentalvictim, I quickly realized I had assaulted a manwith my bag and he was lying unconscious on the wet pavement. 'Great' I thought, 'My first day in a new town and I'm already a criminal.' I started trying to wake him up with light slaps and shaking his shoulders. 'At least this happened behind the car, it would probably be bad if the people inside saw this'. I had no idea how right I was.

I was still trying to wake the man up when I first glanced at his face and actually paid attention to his looks. He was handsome, if not somewhat feral looking, the scars on either side of his face looked almost whisker like, and his long blonde hair was tied back, held from his forehead by a piece of black cloth. 'Blonde?', it was a fairly uncommon hair color, and even more rare was she bright shade of blonde the man was sporting. Taking in his features, I realized I was… impressed? He was gorgeous. His face was cut of almost all baby fat and his jawline was incredibly defined, with high cheekbones and clear tan skin, he was like something out of a dream.

Everything about him screamed danger, from his black suit, clinging to his broad shoulders and strong chest, to his rebel hair style or pierced ears, but somehow, I still felt safe. The thing that I noticed the most, and was most thankful for, was his warmth. He seemed to be heating the entire area immediately around him just by being there, and the rain no longer bothered me. As I sat there on top of the young man, alternating between staring at him like a fool, and looking around the parking lot for help, I quickly realized I hadn't been that lucky, I heard him mumble something as I looked back down at him and he began to wake up, his eyes went wide and when I looked down,he had pulled a gun and was holding it to my stomach. I froze in fear as I pieced together who this man was. The suit, the hair, the scars and earrings, and I was sure that he had tattoos. He was Yakuza! I had never even seen a gun before, how was my luck this bad? As fear and shock overtook me momentarily, I promptly squeaked and passed out.

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'What the hell is going on? Why am I-…oh shit' I was beginning to wake up and remembered I had been clobbered by someone a moment ago. 'Is Madara-sama okay?' I worried. Knowing that if he had been hurt in any way I would be executed immediately upon returning home. I started to shift my weight to get up and realized my assailant was still on top of me. I had no problem getting to my pistol and resting it against the person's waist. 'I may die today, but I'm taking someone with me' I thought grimly. Then I opened my eyes and got my first look at my mystery attacker...

"Beautiful", I mumbled. She looked panicked as she was looking around the parking lot. When she looked back to me, I realized I was in no danger and relaxed a bit, however, I had forgotten I was still pointing a gun at the woman. When she took note of that, she made a tiny noise I was unaware humans could even make, and passed out on my chest. I saw her "weapon" a moment later. A rain soaked bag full of what had to have been bricks,judging by how hard it hit me. I immediately pieced together what had happened and started frantically trying to wake the girl up. I was able to roll her off of me and sat on the ground with her half on my lap, half on the ground. That was when I actually looked at her…

Beautiful was an understatement. The woman in front of me was gorgeous, she was breathtaking, she had to be a model, or a princess. She smelled faintly of lavender, and she had the cutest sleeping face I had ever seen. As I leaned down to move her hair out of her face, my eyes found her lips. They were full and pink, they looked so warm and inviting, I was sure that one taste was sure to leave me craving more. My heartwas now racing and my breaths were coming fast and shallow.

Instinctually, almost against my will, I started leaning towards her. Intent on knowing, if only once, what those lips tasted like. What happiness felt like. As I moved closer, about two inches away, I stopped myself. 'So what if I never knew love, or family, or what a real embrace felt like.' These were the thoughts going through my head.'That doesn't mean I'm going to molest an innocent woman.' Right before I could move away and get up to call for help, I heard another adorable mewl and looked down to see her smacking her lips and nuzzling into my chest, almost… happily? She scrunched her eyes against the rain, then, when she realized she wasn't lying on the ground, but in someone's lap.

She opened her eyes, and this is where our story starts.

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Hey everyone! I just wanted to say thanks again for reading this. It means a ton to me to see people favorite or follow my story and reviews are like crack for me haha. This is my first time writing like this so any criticism at all would be a huge help. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon. I'm gunning for around 10K words per chapter. PS I know the title isn't great, so I'm open to suggestions. Okay that's all. Thanks! Stay up! ~datte'yaboi