This Empress Lia'Ceya with her second fanfiction!

*Cheering*

This here is a non-serious Naruto Self-Insert following a pie loving moron, I started this fic because I get bored easy and need to waste time in my Sociology class, a hour long class doing nothing, ugh. Kinda Cracky, minimum effort, but I hope It makes people smile!

Regal! Disclaimer Now!

Regal: Huuuuh? What's a discallamingthing? Uh...claimer stuff?

Just say I don't own Naruto, only my Ocs.

Regal: Oh okay Suney-chan! Suney-chan doesn't own Naruto, she only owns her Ocs and her yummy pies. Mmmmm~ Pies~

Edit: I'll fix formatting soon


My tale isn't as extravagant as the journeys of Bearer of Courage, it's not as exciting as the life of the Fastest Thing Alive (and mortal), and It's certainly not as important to the world as the sunny haired Child of Prophecy. But it's my life, and I'm not willing to lose it doing things like saving the world or joining a army. I'm perfect content being a normal civilian trying not to get her ass burned off or blown to the high heavens, now if only I can stop making enemies with people who can summon giant animals and walk on walls, maybe I'd actually be able to survive.

I guess I'll have to introduce myself first, I used to be known as Miya Lily, a normal American teenager who loved sleeping and playing video games. I was a decent, lazy student in school who somehow made it through. I got good grades (Most of the time), I got along with most people, and I've sworn myself to a life of neutrality.

I hate taking sides and I prefer to help people settle their differences than help one or the other. I guess that's the reason why I was somebody people liked to share their troubles too, I never judged people for what they did or got through, so I never turned anyone away because of little things like that. But I also know that that is why I never had that many friends, not many people are willing to connect with you if you never take their side.

I was glad for the friends I had, they helped shape me into the sarcastic gamer girl that I am.

But that was all a past life, I still have the same values as Miya Lily, her mind, her personality, but my body is that of Rakka Yurei, a young civilian born girl born to traveling merchants during the Third Shinobi War.

Yup, Naruto. Whoo-hoo.

I'm so dead.

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Chapter 1: Four Years Old Part I/2

It was calm, so calm that you could just feel the foreboding feeling gripping at your chest with it's steel cold claws, waiting to ensnare you in it's traps that could be hiding behind every corner. Which considering the state that this land has been in for the past few years, could very well come to past, whether it be unsprung traps left by shinobi, or the predators lurking in the shadows looking for a good meal.

Would shinobi be included in the predator part too? But I doubt that they would be looking for a good meal, at least I hope so. It would be odd if I died by getting eaten by a shinobi, but it is possible cannibal shinobi exist here, I don't remember hearing about any when I read the manga, not that I remember the damn series that well. Besides the basic stuff, it's mostly a blurry mess of snippets and quotes. Basicly nothing that will benefit me beyond knowing if I should run to or from them. Though considering they're shinobi, running to them will probably make all of them suspicious.

I'm going to note that in my rules of survival: No running towards shinobi I don't know, make sure the ones that I do know won't kill me either, actually don't run towards shinobi in general.

I know that not all of them would try to kill me if I do, but better safe than sorry.

"Rakka-chan, are you even listening to me?"

"Wha?"

The middle aged man standing next to me sighed. He rubbed his large hands through the brown mob he called his hair.

"If you keep dazing off like that, then how are you going to know when something is happening around you? What If you needed to run or hide from bandits or a wild boar decided that it wants to pummel the stupid humans into the ground? You'd be entirely spaced out and an easy target for just about everything, y'know?" He complained animatedly, waving his hand around lazily.

I just stuck my tongue out at him, not that I don't take his yapping seriously, but he's gave me this same lecture for most of my life. Not that I've been alive long anyways.

"Don't worry Dad, I'm sure nothing like that is going to happen if you keep watch."

He arched his eyebrow, looking down at me with that sceptical gaze of his. "And if I'm not keeping watch or your by yourself?"

Good point, I pressed my fist up against my chin at that thought. "Then I'm screwed," I shrugged, "Nothing I can do to stop them anyways, y'know?" It's not like I'm some super ninja or have some extraordinary chakra sensing, I'm not like those self inserts I used to read about for lolz. Me and Dad aren't special in any shinobi way, the both of us are just normal civilian merchants who are traveling the dangerous lands in search of money, food, and good business. Dad is a craftsman, he specializes in rebuilding damaged houses, making wagons and tools, and being a general handyman that most places are in need of.

Me? I'm a beginner chef, I may only be 4, but I have got to say I 'gotz the skillz'. My mom in my past life was a amazing home cook, and my grandpa was a professional chef for some fancy smancy restaurant in Hollywood. When my mom wasn't showing me the ropes for preparing basic home meals for when she doesn't feel like cooking, Grandpa was grilling me in more complex dishes that I made just to show off to my friends. It's safe to say that I carried over those skills in my new life, I do most of the cooking between me and now Dad. When now Mom was alive, she did almost all of the cooking, housekeeping, and other stuff I'm to lazy to put effort in. Now that she is gone and me and Dad are on the road, we don't have to worry about taking care of the house or garden anymore. Instead we have to dodge bandits, wild animals, shinobi, and still make enough money to keep us both alive.

Not a fair trade. I want housekeeping back! It's less life threatening!

Not to say it was all bad, our wagon is stocked with enough goods from our recent visit to a neutral village to keep us going for a good few weeks. But taking care of Brace and Mace (Our horses) and us at the same time is cutting through our supplies like a...hot kunai through cheese? I need to work on my analogies, that's what it's called right?

"Rakka-chan, would you do the honors of brushing down Mace? After that I want you to check over our food stores and weed out anything that spoiled."

"Okay Dad!"

I hurried over to the wagon and dug out the cleaning supplies out of one of the saddle bags in the front. I walked over to the black stallion with a red mane as he was grazing, he was still hooked up to the the wagon, while Brace was at the river getting cleaned by Dad.

Now, It may be crazy to have a barely over 4 foot little four year old girl clean a over 7 foot tall muscular Stallion with aversion to tiny, grabby, children? Simple! Mace has to be the most patient horse who hates kids I've ever met, I know he probably wants to kick my head off, which i'm sure he can, but he has spared me the beheading because he respects my dad. Sounds kinda weird doesn't it? Well Mace ain't not normal horse, his rusty red eyes are too intelligent to belong to a horse.

I'm not sure if Dad is aware of these or not, but I'm content not to mention it.

"Come on Mace, my main man, my home dog, you handsome stallion you! It's time to get that dirt and grime off of your body." I could've sworn I saw him give me this insufferable look, but he still let me unhook him and lead him over to wear Dad is finishing up on Brace. I pulled out the horse brush, I honestly don't remember if I should brush him first or get him wet, but I'm just going to brush him first anyways.

While I worked on getting Mace all clean and spiffy looking, I felt a large hand land on my head and ruffle my short hair.

"Hey stop it! You're making it even messier!" I whacked playfully at the hand, while I used the other to brush out Mace's mane. Dad grinned down at me and patted Mace's side.

"It still looks the same to me, ever considered brushing your hair for once?" He joked.

"Brush yours first and then we'll see." Honestly! His hair is just as bad as mine! Probably worse because of how much longer his is. Dad had shoulder length brown hair that's parted down the middle, it's thick as hell and falls freely around his wide shoulders in mess of naturally tangly curls. I tried combing it once, but the it's so thick that the teeth of the comb all broke off in his hair. It took forever to get all the pieces out of his hair, it would have been so much worse if his hair was any longer than it is.

Sadly I got my hair from Dad, It's a dark brown mess of curled spikes flying off in every direction, it's nowhere near as long as Dad's, It's barely 4 in. long and is barely manageable, what I wouldn't give to have Mom's long, flowing red hair, It never tangled. On that track, I barely have any similarities with my Mom, the only things that I got from her is her eye shape and color. I have really pretty light violet eyes, unlike Dad's dark gold eyes. I kinda wish I had Dad's eye shape, they looked so much cooler than mines.

Me and Dad have tanned skin, a little in the golden brown side. We're both built the same way, wide shoulders, long abdomen, big hands, long legs, and a nice butt if I do say so myself. Not that I look at Dad's butt, I look at mine, okay this is getting weird.

Survival Rule: Don't let your thought stray to anything M-rated if it concerns family. It keeps you sane longer.

Everyone we've come across while traveling, besides you know the ones who are trying to kill us, think that I'm my Dad's son, can't really blame them, I look like a healthy 4 year old boy. I'm pretty tall for my age, standing almost a head over other kids my age, and I'm fit too! Not fit like shinobi children, but I'm close dammit! I'm fairly (Read: absolutely) sure that I'm getting my height from Dad too. He stands at 6'07 ft! That man is a giant compared to me, Mom wasn't that short compared to other women, she just looked like a shrimp next to Dad. If I remember correctly...she was 5'07", not-too-bad not-too-bad. I'm probably going to grow over 6ft, I'm looking forward to it when it comes, I've always wanted to be a tall person.

I spent a few more minutes drying Mace off, before taking him back to the wagon and hooking him back up next to Brace. Brace happens to be a pretty brown horse with black leopard-like spots along his flank and neck. He is smaller than Mace, only being 6'03'ft, but he still keeps up with the stronger horse with no problems. Unlike Mace, Brace doesn't give me those strange looks and acts like a normal horse, whether that's an act or not is left to be seen.

"Rakka-chan, Did you finish checking our food supplies?"

"Not yet!" Yup, today was just a typical day for little old Rakka Yurei.

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I peeked out of the blinded window of the cabin, I watched as the scenery traveled past my vision, ignoring the constant rumbling of the wheels hitting bumps along the road.

I was bored, no doubt about it.

There wasn't much to really do when we're on the roads, during the traveling periods I wasn't allowed to be outside of the cabin thing, for safety reason is what Dad told me. But I don't see how that will stop bandits or shinobi from finding me or just blowing the wagon up with me in it. So I think it's a wasted effort in it's entirety.

"Hey Dad, how much longer before we reach the Hi no Kuni?"

If I remember correctly, we're currently in the Land of Earth near the border with the Land of Fire. We had just came from the Village called Chikyu-Taki, a small town consisting of mostly civilian merchants. We did some trading with a few of the food vendors, but turns out that one of them managed to scam us with seemingly good dry noodles, but Dad found out that it was laced with some sort of powdered poison. He didn't bother to give me much details about it, but he dealt with the merchant using his sneaky slandering ways. Dad can be terrifying if crossed, he may not have skills in physical combat, but he can be a real sneaky bastard by using connections and words to stir up some really trouble. I'm proud of him.

"Give or take a few hours if we have no interruptions, we'll be arriving at the border soon."

"Okay!"

Man this is dreary, maybe I should just go to sleep or something. I crossed my arms and leaned back on the new pump pillow, trying to get a little comfortable in the back. Kinda hard when the occasional tool or something pokes me somewhere. I guess this'll be a good time to ponder about the future, not mine mind you, but of this world as a whole. Recently me and Dad got word during on of our town visits that there has been a few tussles along the borders between nations, but there hasn't been anything else of note. The Third war wasn't going to start until a few years from now anyways. But the aftershocks from the recently settled Second war is still going strong, many villages are still trying to recover from all the damages. Which is what Dad is here for.

We've seen more shinobi than bandits recently, with all this happening it makes sense, it's going to be a while before bandits decide it's safe enough to come out of the shadows without getting wasted by tense shinobi.

I wonder how many of them are still around anyways, there is not anywhere that is entirely safe, shinobi can reach all the places civilians can and then some. You could consider Mount Myoboku, but how the hell are we going to get there!? There might be some other places that are isolated from both shinobi and civilians, but I don't particularly see how me and Dad are going to get there.

I dug into one of the bags in the back and pulled out most recent map produced of the Elemental Nations. Since we are heading to the Land of Fire I should start looking for the safest places to hide out the next war. The land of Whirlpools is probably a good place to go, but I'm not looking forward to get past any untripped Uzumaki seals, and there might be bandits living in the ruins. Bandits love ruins. Chances are that most of the Land of Fire is inhabited by people, not many places to hide in a country so big…

I groaned and tossed the map over my shoulder, "Guess we just have to head to the neutral lands and hope we don't get killed by border patrols. Maybe Tetsu no Kuni, that place is as good as any, y'know?"

"No luck finding a place to wait out the war?"

"Nope, chances are is that we will just have to got through Hi no Kuni as fast as we can and head to one of the neutral countries that won't get involved in the Third Shinobi War. Tetsu is our best bet, they haven't participated in any of the wars, and won't until the Fourth Shinobi War. But that's like 30+ years from now."

"Okay then, I've only traveled to Tetsu once when I was..17 maybe? I don't remember much about the land, other than that it was snowy, fairly barren, and is full of samurais. But it probably is our best bet like you said. Do you remember the date that the next war starts?"

"Not at all, I don't remember the official dates or timelines of the world that well. Sorry Dad. But If it makes you feel any better, The next war won't kick off until a few years from now."

Yeah, he knows. My Dad is fully aware that I'm not only a reincarnation, but that I know of the future too. I didn't see any reason not to tell him, he's my Dad after all. He took it better than Mom, who just thought I was out of my mind. Dad actually sat me down in his lap and asked me about my friends and family from my past life. He didn't pick at it and told me that he is willing to believe me.

It helped my cause that I never tried to hide my intelligence from either of my parents, nor did I hide the fact that I knew things that I shouldn't. Like I said, I don't see why I should, it's not like my parents where shinobi or lived in a shinobi village, so I'm not worried about getting my brain picked apart. Only downside of it all is that Mom ended up thinking I was crazy, never corrected her anyways, I am sorta crazy. I like throwing pies at people, good pies.

"We're here."

I perked up and crawled towards the front of the wagon so I can peek through the curtains draped over the window thing. I stayed silent as I watched my Dad talk with the men guarding the border, they were talking in low tones, so I couldn't really make out what they was saying. I huffed lightly, I was still bored since I can't actually interact with with the guys, I'll just let Dad handle this crap. Getting back onto my pillow, I curled up and got a comfortable as possible.

It was a few minutes before the wagon started moving again, the telltale signs being the rumbling of the wooden...vehicle? as Brace and Mace start pulling it along. I might as well take nice long nap before we arrive to the next town to do business.

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"Forunupai! Get You Pie! Pies of all flavors await your table tonight! Come by a Pie! 250 ryo for a whole pie and 30 ryo for a slice!"

I cried out my slogan again and again, bringing in attention from the citizens of Ragoumashi Town, I tried my best to pull in customers, competing against the other merchants in the Market district. Dad stood behind our stand and dealt with the money and sells while I used my 'Cute little child' charm to bring in more and more customers.

"Come buy a Forunupai Pie! Flavors come in Apple, Banana, Grapefruit, Pumpkin, Sweet Potato, Chocolate, and Strawberry! Come enjoy one of our famous pies! Y'know?" I think I could feel my smile stretching my face out, it hurts.

I was dressed in one of my best outfits, which consisted of a my wild hair forcefully brushed back with a bright purple headband decorated with a light pink bow on either sides. A short-sleeved sun-dress that had a purple top with a long flowing skirt that fades from purple to light pink at the edges, a small pink ribbon belt tied around my waist. I wore purple sandals and had purple fingerless elbow length gloves. All in all I think I look adorable! And as you can tell, I really like purple.

"Hey Look!"

I heard a voice from the crowds that sounded reeeeeaaalllly familiar, I turned from the customer I just finished convincing to buy and peered into the crowded, looking for any familiar faces. After searching for somebody I know, which was no one might I add, I shrugged off the voice and started yelling again.

"Excuse me miss." A deeper than mine (Not a hard feat) voice said from behind me, making me turn and face whoever called me with a giant smile.

"Yes Sir? Here to buy one of our famous Pies? They're worth every bit of ryo y'know!"

I choose to ignore the fact that I was preeeetty sure I was talking to Minato Namikaze, I mean how many other spiky blond haired teenagers with pretty blue eyes wearing a Konoha forehead thingy is out there in the world besides Naruto? Also accompanied by a red haired girl with purple eyes that looked suspiciously like mom? Not many I'm sure.

Kushina grinned down at me, she was really pretty y'know? She had her red hair up in a high ponytail and was wearing that light brown/tan/beige? Kimono top outfit she wore when she was shown as a teenager in the manga/anime. She was probably 15 right now based on looks alone. Well, at least I know for sure that the Third Shinobi War isn't happening in awhile.

"What type of pies do you have Kiddo?"

I grinned wider, "We have Apple, Banana, Grapefruit, Pumpkin, Sweet Potato, Chocolate, and Strawberry. But we also have a few mixed pies like Chocolate Strawberry Pie and Apple Honey Pie! Whole Pies are 250 ryo and Slices are 30 ryo. Please Choose whatever you like!" I swept my hand towards our stand, where Dad was already talking to Minato about something.

"Sweet!" She pumped her fist and hurried over to where the Blond shinobi was browsing our pies, talking to him excitedly while pointing at various pies we had set out as display. I smiled genuinely this time, watching as our stand became successful in the time we've been here. People who have tasted my pies always come back for more, not that they knew that I made them from scratch by myself. Who would buy a pie if it was made by a four in a half year old? I personally would and just hope that the aftereffects aren't THAT bad.

How our work days go, between me and my Dad, is that in the morning from 5 am to 10 am, we offered Dad's services as a craftsman and sold his works. Then at 12 am we start selling my pies until 6 pm. After that we pack up and repeat the next day. We do this for 3 days before we buy any needed supplies and get back on the road. Don't want to stay in one area too long.

I noticed Minato and Kushina starting to leave the stand, 3 pies packed up and stacked in the blonde teenager's arms. I waved to them as they leave, "Have a nice day! Eat lots of Pie and Ramen!" I saw the redhead give a thumbs up before they disappeared into the crowd…

Wonder why they were here buying pies when they're most likely on a mission. Oh well.

You might be wondering why I wasn't freaking out by seeing such important characters aren't you? Well that brings up one of my rules: If you see a canon character, don't overreact, just treat them like they're a normal person.

We had not other interesting guests or events for the rest of our time here, nor did we see the two shinobi again during our stay. So on the third day we was packing all of our supplies back into the wagon and getting the horses ready for a few days of long travel. Hopefully nothing happens on our trip closer to the heart of the Fire.

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I could almost feel the incredulous stares of Dad and Mace as I danced in the clearing we decided to stop in for awhile. And by dance, I was currently doing the troll dance to a remix of the troll song in my head. I must look really ridiculous to them, but I couldn't care any less I was having fun!

Changing my dance to what I remember as the Bagel dance, to the bagel song. Yup, pretty sure Mom would have sent me to the nearest funny house if she could see me now.

"Rakka-chan, come over here"

I stopped dancing halfway through Party Rock Anthem and skipped over to Dad, I was curious to what he could want after working on her wood near the wagon.

"Yes sir?" I watched as Dad lay down a large white sheet of paper and a jar of black ink. He gestured for me to sit down and searched his bag for an extra brush. I sat cross legged in front of him and rested my elbows on my knees. "Soooo, what's this all about?"

"You know about chakra right?" I nodded, "Well, I think it's about time I show you some tricks of the trade. Your Kaa-san would've been a much better choice to teach you her family seals, but I'll just have to do for now. You know that your Kaa-san was from a civilian branch of the Uzumaki clan right?" I nodded again, a small grin beginning to stretch across my face, "Well I'm going to teach you how to manipulate your chakra enough to use basic storage seals and a few barrier seals. Since neither I or your Kaa-san where shinobi, our chakra systems are nowhere near as potent as a shinobi born. However, due to your mother being an Uzumaki she was able to pass down her naturally large chakra pool to you, so you will be able to utilize these seals at a high level than I ever can."

He slowly started drawing japanese characters on the paper, with me watching intently. I can't believe he was going to teach me seals! I mean, I knew he knew how to use them, but I didn't think that civilians could actually make any use of them. Show what I know.

For the rest of the stay in the clearing, Dad taught me about advanced calligraphy...I think that's what he said it was, and I have to admit, it's fun! I love drawing and writing, and making all of these fancy characters is like trying out a new art style! I haven't applied any chakra to the ink or anything yet, mostly because I don't have access to my chakra yet. Lucky self inserts who did, bleh.

Now how to manipulate seals into amazing pranking tools, like Pie related pranks! Like sending pies raining down people! or Shooting pies directly at people's faces! Or maybe….

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I sat cross legged in the clearing, trying to clear my mind enough to fall into a meditative….uh something.

"Concentrate Rakka-chan."

I peeked open one of my eyes to look at Dad sitting across from me, also sitting in the lotus position.

Right now Dad was helping me release my chakra, or at least trying. It was more difficult than I was expecting it to be, but I guess I should have expected it. I know I have chakra, but I can't really feel it, It didn't stand out to me or anything. It was just there.

I had to focus, I know that the chakra pool is usually centered in the abdomen, so that's where I had to search inside myself for. I blocked out all the noises around me and concentrated on just my own body, I stayed still until I started to feel that.. power inside? It was there, just out of my reach.

I mentally stuck my tongue out as I reached for the power...chakra, and tried to grasp it. But the damn thing just slipped back when I touched it. I tried to grab it again, but like before it just danced out of my way.

Okay, this was getting annoying.

This cycle repeated after a few more attempts, and I was frustrated now! No matter how I try to get it, it just keeps getting away. I didn't know when I had lost my focus, but I feel back onto the grass while groaning.

"Why is this soooooo haaaaard?"

I heard Dad sigh from his position by the fire...when did that get there? He ran his hand through his thick ass hair, shaking his head.

"You're not concentrating, you keep breaking focus just when you start to release your chakra." He told me, "But we still have time, after eating I want you to try again. You'll get it soon." He beckoned me over. I got up and crawled over to his side, pressing up against his side. He handed me a bowl of soup and let me enjoy my break, is was starving after all of those failed attempts.

After dinner, I went back to trying to get my chakra to stop being an elusive bitch and become mine. I didn't get any leeway until it was almost time for me to go to sleep, when I finally managed to get some reigns around the damned chakra.

It felt amazing! As soon as I released my chakra and it flowed through my system with a renewed vigor that it didn't have before. It felt so...different when it's activated, I could almost literally feel it seeping into my body, it left me all giddy!

I tried to make it pool into my hands to see if I could force it out, but it just kept flowing like it didn't hear what I said.

"It's not listening to me." I deadpanned, staring blankly at my grinning dad.

"That's because you need to learn how to control your chakra first Kiddo. I know some chakra control exercises that I picked up the last time I was in Konoha, I managed to convince some cute little kids to explain it to me." He winked at me, "Hope your ready for some basic training starting tomorrow."

I just sighed tiredly, what the hell am I getting myself in to?

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So chakra control exercises, not a very easy thing for a young little girl like me to learn without any shinobi teachers. I found out that Dad only had a basic idea on how to do them, he told me he wanted me to master Leaf sticking first, since it's the easiest way to gain any control.

I stuck out my tongue, trying to ignore the bumpity bumps as the wagon was pulled along the road, it was deceptively hard when I was concentrating so hard on keeping the paper on my forehead.

I'd been practicing the leaf exercise ever since I work up this morning, I nabbed a small piece of paper from the bags and jumped right into it. So far I was only able to hold it for… 15 seconds before it fell off. The one sticking on my head has lasted at least 20 seconds and counting.

A sudden bump from the wagon made me lose my concentration, the paper floating down to the floor while I wondered why we stopped. "Dad! What was that?" I got to my knees and crawled up to the front of the wagon, pushing the curtains enough so that I could see what was going on outside.

"Don't worry Rakka-Chan… It was just a rough hit to the wheels." I heard him say from somewhere around the corner. I went over to the door and poked my head out, watching as Dad stared at the damaged looking wheel with irritation. "It looks like one of the stakes snapped, I'll have to replace this fast." He mumbled, rubbing the side of his head.

"Do you need any help" I asked as I slipped out of the wagon with the bag holding Dad's tools.

He took them from me with a look of gratitude, "Can you go bring out the stakes of wood from the back of the wagon?" I nodded and got back in the wagon to get the stakes, which was underneath the portable oven I asked Dad to make for me so I could bake pies. After I dragged the stakes back to Dad, he told me to go practice my chakra control close by while he fixed the wagon.

I walked a little bit from where we were currently and picked up a leaf off of the ground. I placed it against my forehead and focused my chakra into my forehead, I centered it to the leaf and used my chakra like a glue to keep it on. Imagining my chakra like a glue seems to be the most helpful way for me to do it. I let go of the leaf and concentrated on keeping it on my head without dropping it.

It was considerably easier than when I first started this morning, It didn't take nearly as much focus to control my chakra.

Cheep-cheep!

"Holy sh-!" And just like that I lost my concentration, waving my hands wildly at the bird that had the gall to perch on my head. "Help! I'm being attacked by a bird!" I mocked screamed, running around flailing in circles before running into a tree.

I stared blankly up at the sky as the bird re-landed on my face. "You got some gall buster." I glared at the cute little birdie, I wonder if I could do the leaf sticking exercise on the bird… Never know until you try!

I did exactly what I do for the leaf training, and tried to glue the feet of the bird to my face. The bird squawked when my chakra touched it and tried to fly away, read tried, because it couldn't get any lift off and my face got a pleasant breeze/smacking combo.

I grinned wide, I could feel the bird tugging at my chakra and I had to tug back in order to keep it firmly stuck to my face. This was definitely more fun that the boring old leaf exercise!

Eventually the bird decided to peak my face off and I let it go, besides, I felt pretty drained from the chakra tug-o-war. I think I had a good training session, and by the time I got back to Dad the wheel was all fixed up and ready to go. I also managed to keep a leaf stuck to my forehead for 5 minutes! That tug war really helped, I need to do that again sometimes!

Survival Rule: Don't mess with birds, they have friends.

I got attacked by birds a few days later.

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We've arrived to Shukuba Town, which means that it's time to hit that market district and start selling! I was giddy at the prospect of getting to sell again after a week of traveling, But before we can do anything Dad has to book us a room at the inn.

I smushed my face against the window, the curtains drapping on either side of my shoulder.

It looked just how I remembered from the anime! It was so flipping colorful and full of people! Hopefully not S-rank Missing Nin, that would be bad, very bad.

Survival Rule: Never encounter S-rank Missing nin, If you see one pretend to note notice and get out of the town as sooooon as possible without catching their attention.

I watched the colorful town pass by me and the wagon, trying to see if I could spy anything interesting among the people here. Hopefully no bandits either. Soon enough we pulled up to one of the inns, during the trip I noticed that some people were eyeing our horses and wagon, but I'm sure that Mace can handle it.

Why? He's just badass like that.

"Rakka-Chan, while I go get us a room, I need you to prepare our supplies for tomorrow."

I nodded and started digging around for all of our goods. If you haven't noticed by now, the wagon seems to carry a lot of shiz. That's not only because of snazzy seals, but because its giant! It's one of the large fancy carriages that have walls and a roof, so it's completely closed off.

I waited until Dad came back and told me where our room is before I choose which of our supplies will be going in first. Since Dad will be selling first, I'll get his stuff ready first and foremost. While he sells I'm going to be baking all of my pies for my afternoon pie sells. That's usually how we do it.

Hopefully sells go good tomorrow.

~Next day~

I stared into the scorching hot oven, ignoring how all the heat waves was screwing with my eyes.

Dad was already out in the market district trying to get people to by his crafts and to see if he could snatch up any repair jobs around the town. I'm not too worried about him right now, he has been going around selling things longer than both of my lives combined, He knows how to do this waaay better than me. With the end of the war I'm sure his skills are in high demand.

So here I was, sitting down cross legged watching as those delectable, delicious, moist, flavorful, and irresistible pies baked themselves into perfection inside the custom made oven.

I shuddered happily, drooling at the tasty smell drifting into my senses. "Hmmmmm."

So far I have 20 of each of our standard pies packed and ready for eating, I have 5 Strawberry Chocolate pies, 3 Honey Apple Pies, 2 Mulberry black pies, and 3 Mixed fruit pies. Since the oven can cook 4 pies at the same time (Two on each rack), I have 2 Mulberry Blacks, 1 Honey apple, and 1 Mixed fruit pie. After that I need to make 1 of each (Cept Strawberry Chocolate) to finish off the typical requirements for a single day's sells.

The pies should be ready in 5 minutes, how can I tell without a timer or a way to keep time? I'm just that good at making them, It could be my cutie mark! *Snort*

Well since I have those few minutes to spare, I'm going to finish putting the spiced topping on on the Apple Honey pie. I crawled over to where I had the unbaked pies sitting on a flat plank of wood. I had the entire room set up so that I won't make too much of a mess and/or burn the inn down. Dad helped me move a slab of stone in for the oven to sit on, and I used extra blankets to cover the floor so that I could work on it without contaminating my lovely pies.

I picked up a small shaker full of a lovely blend of Cinnamon, Brown sugar, Nutmeg, and some other fancy spice. Trust me, it was not easy to get my hands on half of these spices in this world, It's hard enough to get my normal ingredients. So I have to be conservative if we can't afford or find any of my most needed spices. So when I covered the top of the pie with the spice mix, I didn't use as much as I would've if I was back in my past life, just enough to give those caramelized granny smith apple slices a nice brown sheen.

I sighed happily, this room smelled divine and would continue to smell divine for days after we left this room. I loved the smell of the honey apple pie the most, it's just something about that strong apple smell blended with cinnamon with just a hint of sweet honey. It's a shame I can't eat the product.

I straightened up instantly a moment later, "Pies are done~" I sung, stranding up to reach the mittens so I can safely remove the pies from the burning that was sure to follow if I didn't get those pies out in the next few minutes.

I wonder if an Uchiha could reach into the oven without any negative effects, they seem to love fire anyways. Maybe I should ask one day.

OoOoOoO

We have been in Shukuba for 3 days now, and everything was going just as we thought it would. Me and Dad managed to make some real good profit this time around. Although I hadn't managed to sell out this time.

I still had a few pies left, all nicely packed in there small boxes. The Mixed berry pies didn't sell as well as I hoped, I still had 4 left out of the 10 I made. But it didn't discourage me, some flavors just didn't appeal to other people, but I didn't know what I should do with them.

I rubbed the back of my head, I could probably sell them for cheap in the shadier parts of town, but I don't think it would be healthy to go into the red-light area as a helpless 4 year old and a half girl.

Survival Rule: Never go into the red-light districts unless you have a death-wish, too many bad things can and will happen to you. Especially if you a little 4 year old girl who looks like a little 7 year old boy.

Aside from going anywhere near the slums, I don't really know what to do with them. I mean sure It's a source of food for me and Dad, but as much as we like pies and sweets, it's not going to keep us healthy for travel. I may make loads of pies and love pies to the end of my existences, but as a growing little girl I can't eat nothing but pie without getting super sick. And I hate being sick.

I stared at the Mixed berry pies blankly, trying to think up a good way to use these pies without wasting their goodness.

The answer came to me when me and Dad arrived at a small town on our way to Konoha, we was just stopping for a quick check up on our supplies. I didn't have anything to really do besides sit around in the wagon waiting for Dad to finish whatever business he had here, and I've been doing exactly that for most of my life! I really needed to find something else to do for once before I die of boredom, the leaf exercise can only hold my attention for so long.

Speaking of the leaf sticking thingy, I can now hold up to two pieces of paper on my forehead with only chakra for over an hour without any strain! I don't actually know how long I can hold them, I got bored after an hour and stopped, but I'm still stroked that I finally got that technique down! It sure took long enough!

Back to what I was originally talking about, I decided that today was gonna be the day that I do something else besides hiding in the wagon. So I grabbed my favorite stick, put on my sandals, and marched out into the world with only my wits to back me up.

Not really.

I just asked Dad is I could wander around the area, since I'm pretty sure he trusts me enough not to somehow get myself killed, he gave me his approval before heading off.

And so here I am, wandering through the dirty streets of a town I know nothing about and have no clue as to where the hell I am.

Yup. Maybe Dad shouldn't trust me by myself, I clearly don't know what I'm doing.

Well I'm pretty sure I'm officially lost, I haven't seen anything recognizable since I passed that one lady with the cane 3 times now.

I sighed, rubbing my tangly hair in mild annoyance, I really need to learn how to pay attention to my surroundings, maybe then I could figure out how to get back to my wagon, and hopefully before someone decides they want to take that lost helpless little girl. Yeah this wasn't a wise idea on my part, but I also blame Dad for agreeing with me.

A small whimper caught my attention. I looked around for whatever was making that noise, frowning. "Wonder who that was…" I muttered, still trying to spot what could be making that sound, it was really tugging on my heart strings dammit! I listened more carefully, walking slowly around a corner into a dank alley, where I was pretty sure whatever is crying was in.

I silently prayed that I don't walk into some gruesome scene or that it's a trap as I took carefully steps around some broken glass lying around.

I spotted a small ball of something lying on the ground, curled up tightly into a quivering ball. And I'm pretty sure this is the person I heard whining, How? Because they are currently crying there eyes out, wonder why.

Now typically this would be a good point to turn away and act like I didn't see jack, but curse my bleeding heart, I can't let somebody be sad all alone, people deserve to be happy dammit!

Once again hoping that if I get any closer that they won't jump up and stab me or something, I carefully inched my way over to the person, child actually, crying in the dirty alleyway. They didn't look up or show any signs of acknowledging me coming closer, to busy with their own woes. When I was almost standing next to the kid, I took notice of the dirty blue hair flowing over the kid's shoulders and face, acting as a long cover for their face. They was wearing what looked like torn rags, which I'm pretty sure was just some really old clothes. It was really a badly worn t-shirt and shorts, the kid wore no shoes so I could see the blisters and shiz covering their bare lower legs.

I saw small bruises on their body, they looked more like blunt bruising than anything else, like the kid falls a lot or got hit with a blunt object multiple times. I can see some jagged cuts, like they got cut by a sharp stick or something. I'm not really good at this analyzing wounds crap.

I scowled, "Hey kid."

They didn't react to me, and by know their loud sobbing was getting really annoying to my ears. I stepped in front of the kid and pulled up their bangs so I can see their face.

Instantly clouded dark blue eyes met my own violet ones, one in fear and surprise, the other staring down with worry and annoyance. The kid, a boy now that I can see his face clearly, jumped back from me clear shock and smacked himself against the alley wall, drawing a pained whimper from him.

"Ple'se don' 'urt me!" He cried, covering his head with his time hands as he cowered before me. Me of all things, I'm not scary in the least! I think...Anyways, the boy's voice is high pitched and shaky in fear, his blue hair once again covering his face as he cried.

"I'm not gonna hurt you kid." I started, stepping forward "I just wanna know why you're crying up a storm in the middle of some dank alley and disrupting my being lost time."

He looked at me from between his hair, cloudy eyes watery and mistrusting. I could see the fat tears falling down his bruised pale skin, him biting his lip and sniffing up snot, ew. He tried to impersonate a ghost and slid into the walk for a quick escape, cept he wasn't a ghost and couldn't go through the wall like he obviously wanted too.

I frowned again, before shaking me head and giving him a small smile. He look like a cute kitten terrified out it's wits and trying to hide under the bed. And since she has experience with needy, fearful kittens, she going to treat this kid like on.

"Calm down Kiddo, I'm not gonna hurt you." I spoke this softly, trying to appear less threatening in the eyes of the little boy. He looked so small all huddled up, he couldn't be that much older than me.

He eyed me warily, "Don' t'ust ya'"

I tilted my head to the side, "Why don't you?"

"L'ke all ot'ers…" He mumbled, shifting like a scared rat looking for an escape, okay I really need to stop with these analogizes, I'm getting tired of them.

"How so? Do you know me?" He didn't answer me this time, he only gave me that distrusting look, "If you don't know me you can't compare me to others, so i'll show you why I'm different kid!" I closed the gap between us and through my arms around the kid, and never before was I so happy that I had a really strong body and uzumaki blood than now, cause that little bugger went completely off when I bear hugged him.

He screamed, thrashed, bit, and cried for what felt like hours, or minutes I'm not good with time, before he slowly started to wear himself out. I held him nice and tight so he couldn't escape my love. He whimpered softly, his thrashing fading to a weak push, obviously worn out from trying to escape.

I tilted my head away from him, studying how he went completely lax in my arms. We sat there on the ground together, not talking or moving other than the soft sobs and occasional shake of the boy's shoulder.

"Are you okay now?" I asked, since I knew I had a high chance of scaring him off after that little stunt I pulled. The kid only tilted his head up slightly, enough that one of his eyes was visible peering up at me in a mixture of emotions, mostly confusion now.

Sudden thought: I wanna hear him laugh!

So I unclasped my hands and rested both of them on the kid's sides before tickling him mercilessly. The response was instantaneous, the boy squirmed helplessly under my assault, strangled squeals and laughs coming from his mouth. He wiggled out of my grasp and scooted out of my reach, breathing heavily with a tiny smile.

I grinned at him, puffing out my chest proudly, I got him to laugh! And he's not crying anymore! Double plus!

"Does your chest feel better?" He frowned at me, tilting his head to the side. His bangs parted enough that both of his pretty eyes where in plain view.

"How 'id ya' k'ow?" He asked quietly, rubbing his puffy red eyes softly.

"You were sad, so your chest must have felt heavy and painful. But it is better?" He nodded slowly, "Well then I did my job!" I stood back from the kid and offered him a hand.

He stared at it before taking it slowly, letting me pull him up onto his feet. Now that we're both standing I can see the height difference more clearly. The kid came up to my chin, I kinda sorta expected him to be taller than me (curse of the short person) and now that I think about it, he looks younger than me too. I also heard the tale-tell signs of somebody being hungry. He blushed.

I'll have to ask how old he is later. Food comes first.

"Hey kiddo, want to come hang with me?"

"Uuuh...sure?"

"Great!" I grabbed his wrist and ran out the alley, then I remembered that I have no idea where I'm even going. I had to laugh at that, hopefully the kid knows how to get to that open area that my wagon is at.

"Hey Kid, you like pie?"

OoOoOoO

It's been an interesting few days here in this town, Kiko, it wasn't in the best shape cause of the war, but it's pulling through. We've been here for two days instead of the planned one, mostly because Dad took up a bigger job than he originally thought. I didn't really see much of him while he was off doing whatever, I didn't want to bother him right now anyways, He seemed way too busy as it is. So I keep the fact that I got lost to myself and spent most of my time playing with the kid I found in that alley. He seems to be doing much better after he started hanging with me.

The kid was obviously an orphan, probably a war one too. I never saw him with any adults or even other kids. He is so awkward, it doesn't look like he had much positive social interaction in his life. I can tell just because how he reacts every time I do something nice for him. He freezes up when I hug him(or make any physical contact), doesn't know how to take a compliment, stutters badly when he talks to me (Added with his screwed up grammar, I could barely understand him.), and doesn't know how to play normal kid's games. Poor, deprived boy.

I took notice of other things about him too! He was underweight for a kid his age (Turns out he is 7!), so I know that he probably doesn't get a chance to eat much. He has loads of bruises, which are really from being a total clutz combined with a few bullies hanging around the town. He sucks at being sneaky (It's like a herd of stampeding buffalo), as many hide and seek games told me.

He is shy, no surprise there, and doesn't know how to take me. But then again, I'm not sure how anyone can take this gorgeous pie lady. Oh, and he likes my Mixed berry pies, whether that's because it's the only food he's had or he genuinely likes it is to be determined. But I think he's warming up to me, He is a little more open about himself and smiles way more often. He has been trying more in our games and is starting to talk more boldly in our conversations.

So I think I'm doing a great job breaking him in. Too bad it's almost time for me to go.

I wonder If I could bring him with me…

I kicked my one of my legs as I sat on a large rock in the ground, watching the kid run around chasing a ball I found in the back of the wagon. You know I really need to learn his name, I don't think I even asked.

"Hey Kid! Come here!" I called, waving him over. The blue haired boy stopped the ball with his sandaled feet and kicked it over to my rock before running over to me. I scooted of the rock and picked up the ball, eyeing the kid as he stood in front of me.

He cocked his head to the side, "Yes?"

I tossed the ball up and caught it, "I going to be leaving this town soon. I don't know when I can come back here." If I was going to say it, I'm going to say it without beating around the bush.

And now he looks like he's going to cry again, oh boy. "Hey now! Don't start crying yet!" I don't need him crying right now! "Let me finish explaining!" I huffed lightly, I tucked the ball under my arm and used the other to pull the smaller body into a hug.

"Now listen up kid, I have an idea," I turned him in the direction towards my wagon, "Me and Dad are pretty well off y'know? So hows this food for thought?" I whirled him around to face me with a large grin and spread my free arm out, "Do you want to travel around with me and Dad? I know you don't have anything left in this village and it's not the happiest place for you, so I think that staying with us will be better, agreed? I doubt Dad would mind you tagging along, he likes you y'know, as long as you earn your keep you can go with us anywhere!"

He gaped at me, before running his hand along his hair in what I learned was a habit. His blue eyes stared at me in shock, before starting to shimmer slightly. "I-I...T'ank ya'!" He tackled me and pulled me into the strongest hug I've felt in awhile, now that I thinking about it this is the first hug he has initiated. Kid has strong hugs, gotta give him that.

"Hey hey! Heh, no need to break my back Kid, it's the least I could do to help a friend...actually," I pushed him away by the shoulders and smiled sheepishly, "What's your name anyways?"

Cue awkward staring, I think I see his eye twitching.

-Waap!- "Youch!" I rubbed where the little shit hit me, glaring at the pissed looking brat. "What was that for?"

He puffed out his cheeks, "'Cause ya' 'cting 'tupid! Why did ya' ask me to 'ive wit' ya' if ya' 'ever ask my name!? Why did't ya' ask for my name in the 'irst p'ace!? You sh'uld ask by now! How come ya' 'ever br'ught it up huh!" He ranted while I tried to figure out what the hell he just said, that's something I'm going to need to fix during our time together.

I hold both of my hands up and wave them around, "Whoa whoa calm down kid! I'm Rakka Yurei, and my dad is Kamiaki Yurei."

The brat huffed and crossed his arms, letting his bangs shift over his eyes. "My name is Madori."

I slide up to him and toss my arm around his shoulders, "Welcome to the squad Madori-Kun! We'll have tons of fun together on the road." He turned his head away from me, but not fast enough that I didn't catch the smile on his lips.

Now I just got to convince dad.

OoOoOoO

"Like this?"

"Yeah! Keep it up Tori-chan"

"Don't call me dat!"

I watch with a grin as the paper fluttered down on the carpeted floor, Madori's look of flustration was hilarious, It reminded me of when I first did the leaf exercise, good times good times. It shouldn't be too surprising that the kid was able to unlock his chakra waaaaay faster than me, he has home advantage after all. But as it is, he has been progressing through the same training that I have for the past few months in only 2 hours.

I CALL HAX!

"I'm so jealous right now," I mumbled, running my hand against my chocolate hair. Tori-chan smirked at me and did the exercise again, "You're getting this much faster than I did, it took me fooooorrrreeeevvvver to learn how to control my chakra, but you're making it look so easy."

The blue haired brat tossed the left half of his bangs over his shoulder, "Maybe It's just because I'm better than ya'. A complete natural y'know?" I personally think his parent's are shinobi born, that's the most reasonable thing I can think of at the moment. As it is, he has more fighting potential than me, I may be built better then him, but once he completely gets rid of his malnourishment and starts to train physically, he'll be more deadly than I ever will.

Unless I decide to become a fuinjutsu master. It's probably the one thing I will always excel in.

I rolled onto my stomach, looking up at the cross legged boy. I let my eyes stray from him and took in the room I was in. It was a decent sized room, two beds, one drawer, a table lamp, and a small table that currently held our new supplies. Since Madori has with us, Dad insisted on him learning some type of trade, one that can make us a few extra ryo to help feed the extra mouth on the road. So far the kid has been doing a decent job at making small repairs like Dad. I tried to teach him how to use my stone oven buuuut…..that didn't go too well.

I'll tell you that story later.

Madori can only do basic repairs like fixing up holes and using duck tape, which is also the basis of what I can do, so it doesn't add much profit. Meh, at least we have extra hands.

I felt somebody knock on my forehead, "Oi, ya' still dere?" I scrunched my face and swatted his hand away but he started poking my head repeatedly.

"Stop that."

"No."

I glared at him, "Stop that or I won't make any pancakes today." That should get him, he loves his damn pancakes, almost like how Uzumaki with ramen.

He stopped instantly, glaring at me, "Ya' did not just dreaten my pancakes." He hissed. I just smirked back at him as I got off the ground.

"I just did kid," I reached up and stretched my arms, "You know perfectly well that I'm the only one who can make pancakes here, so you oughta listen y'know?" I snickered when he tried to sneer at me, he looks like a frazzled kitten trying to be threatening, it's adorable. I reached over and pinched his cheeks, "Aw~ the kitten is all puffed up." I laughed.

He growled and smacked my hand away, "This kitty has claws." He hissed again, rubbing the cheek that I pinched. I held up my hands in the international sign of surrender and jumped on the bed next to the window. I grabbed the covers and rolled myself into a burrito. Yeah I'm that type of sleeper, what of it?

It was like, 10 something pm right now and I'm sleepy. Besides, Dad is going to be home soon and he told us that we need to be asleep by 11. I for one don't mind the curfew, I like my sleep thank you very much! Goodnight world!

A sudden weight got into the bed with me and nudged my shoulder softly. "...You'r not really going to ban me from pancakes are ya'?"

I sighed, "Go to sleep." And don't wake me up again. I felt him moving around a bit, before the lights shut off and he curled up beside me. I smiled, life was good.

OoOoOoO

"How long until we reach Konoha Dad?" I whined, kicking the wall of the wagon lightly while I layed on my back. Madori was sitting farther in the back reading some old ninjutsu scrolls that dad happened to have stored, don't know why since none of use are shinobi. I mean sure we can use fuinjutsu, but that's only for storage and protective purposes, while we can make more destructive seals, neither of us are combat focused. But I can't say the same for Tori-chan, he has zero talent with fuinjutsu (He made a storage seal explode, I mean what the hell man?) but he takes to ninjutsu really well.

He had a decent amount of chakra for a 7 year old, it's still less than me, but hey! Uzumaki superiority! I've been doing my best to fix his malnourishment, and after a week of traveling with us he finally started showing signs of improvement, his body is starting to fill out and he is starting to eat more. He doesn't have nearly as many headaches as before, and his speech is improving, I can actually understand him now! Kid's a fast learner.

"Oi! Stop whining, Konoha is only a few hours away, If ya' bothered to look at the map ya' might know that. Got it?" Did I mention that he picked up my accent? Cause not only did he keep some of his slum slang, but he picked up my american slang too. He sounds hilarious to me, like a mixture of cultures. I think I've been a bad influence on him, Dad thinks otherwise.

"In case you haven't noticed, the maps are currently buried under junk and you know I'm too lazy to bother digging it up, y'know?"

"Kids kids, settle down before y'all get riled up. Tori-chan ("Don't call me that!") is right, ("HA!" "Screw you.") Konoha is only a hour or so away."

"Okay Dad."

"Oi Ra-baka." I smiled sweetly at him, my left eye twitching at his 'loving nickname, "What are we going to do when we get into Konoha? Have you ever been there before?"

I sat up and patted the spot next to where I was laying. The kid set the scrolls into one of the open boxes and crawled over to me before snuggling against my side. I pulled out a map of Konoha and pointed into the market area of the great village. "What we're going to do is book a room at Ornob Inn near the center of the business district. Dad already sent a message ahead of time to rent out a small store near Ruinas' Kimono shop, during our first day here we are going to set up shop. It's going to be called the Yurei's Repair and Pie shop! ( "*Snort*") Yeah, me and Dad aren't too good with names. Anyways, we are going to settle in Konoha for 1 ½ years before leaving for Tetsu. For your second question, I've never actually been to Konoha, sure I have been in Hi no kuni, but never to the Ninja villages."

I spared Tori-chan from the actual details in what exactly me and Dad will do, like work times, sells prices, and other things that will likely fly over his head. Plus, we discussed whether we would leave Madori in the hands of one of Dad's friends, a well set business man who has more than enough to take care of him. It came up when Dad mentioned how fast Madori took to the chakra control lessons and his vast interest in the shinobi lifestyle. I was and still am pretty iffy about letting Madori join the Academy, I know how much he wants to be a shinobi and how much potential he has to become great. Konoha is one of the best places for a young shinobi to grow into his profession, unlike Bloody Kiri or Iwa.

As much as I would like to keep Madori with us, even I can tell that being a civilian isn't for him.

"Ugh…"

"Is something wrong?" I looked down at the boy huddled into my side, a thoughtful frown on my face. I brushed the kid's blue bangs back against his head so I can look at his face more clearly. HIs cool colored eyes peered up at me in confusion, "Uh, Rakka?"

I sighed, "Tell me kid...how much do you want to be a shinobi?"

He shifted away enough that he could look at me eye to eye, "I want to be one more than anything...I want to become strong enough that I can protect myself and the people I care about. I don't want to lose anyone like I lost my family. I don't want to feel so helpless that I can't protect myself anymore."

"Y'know…" I started, "Being a shinobi is really hard… it's an unstable lifestyle, you don't know if you will comeback from a mission or will even wake the next day. You have to kill people who probably faced the same situations as you. You have to fight for your life while taking others. It's a really unforgiving life choice, and once you become one you can't back out. Are you really ready to take an oath that binds your life to the village you so choose to join?"

Madori looked away, some of his bangs falling back in his face, covering his pale skin in a shadow. "I'm willing. I….saw first hand what shinobi do during the war, but I want to be able to fight and protect, I'm willing to make that oath." He faced be with a burning determination in his eyes, "Got it memorized?"

I couldn't stop it, I busted out laughing at the last bit. I definitely shouldn't have told him about Axel, he just had to use that line in the most serious moment.

"Oh my gosh! Why? Whahahahaha! Why that last bit man? Why that last bit man?" I think I'm crying, that or dying whichever comes first. I looked up at Madori with my watery vision, seeing him rubbing his hand against his forehead while grumbling something about, 'Bakas'. Hey! It's not my fault he had to use that line at the worst time imaginable, he should know I'm not a serious person by now.

I coughed a bit, now that all THAT was off my chest. I regarded the brat with a curious look, "Hey Kid, want to think up a better name than Yurei's Repair and Pie?"

He sighed, "Sure. You got anything in mind?"

"Nope!" I popped, grinning from my spot on the floor. When did I get on the floor anyways...?

Part I end


Hope that made somebody smile! Read and Review Loves, Have a nice day and happy holidays!

PS. Any Ideas for a name for the Yurei's shop? Or future fun?