Chapter One: Hisawa No More

She sat in front of the class, the teacher writing on the board. She had proceeded to take notes, crumpled pieces of paper hitting her in the back of the head. She proceeded to ignore it, only focusing on the notes she was taking. She was used to this by now as it was. This was a constant for her as it was. She just lived with it.

He focused on the back of her head. He did this often during class. It was probably one of the reasons the girls picked on her. But he didn't care about them, just the intense gaze he had on her. She didn't seem to care, just continuing to take notes. He didn't know what it was about her that had him so drawn to her. She didn't seem so special, but she was different. She didn't swoon over him as it was. But then he saw it. The apple flew towards her head.

She knew it was coming so she turned quickly, catching the apple and turning back around before placing the apple on the desk and continuing her notes, hearing the silent grumbling of a female in the back of the room. She silently scoffed to herself and continued on.

"It's lunch now," the teacher said as he turned around. She just stood and left, the others assuming she was going off to cry.

She came to her secret spot and concentrated before quickly vanishing. She did this often to let off some steam. She was stronger and smarter than they knew. She knew so many techniques that the others didn't or couldn't imagine. She would prove them all to be truly weak, including her own clan. Her clan would regret how they had treated her.

She approached the bag and notes and proceeded to burn them, the other girls crowding around them, that is except one shy girl. They chuckled darkly as lunch came closer to an end, the girl returning. She shrugged the burning bag off and pulled out another piece of paper and a writing utensil as the teacher came back in. He had put the fire out and continued to write on the board like it was a daily happening. He'd talk to the girl later about it. As it was she seemed unfazed by it.

He scowled as he watched them. He could feel the other bag by his feet. He didn't wonder about it as it was. It was always there as it was. He just watched as she took notes, hateful glares being sent her way. She just ignored them it seemed.

"Kagome-chan," he called out to his student as the others left.

"Hai, Iruka-sensei?" She replied as she stood before him.

"You'll need to make up all that work that was burned today." He looked into her sapphire eyes.

"No I won't, Iruka-sensei." She approached a desk near the back when the others were gone, and picked up a black bag. She pulled out packets of paper and individual sheets of paper. "It's all here." She smiled at the look on his face.

"Sasuke must have…"

"He didn't forget his bag." She came closer and he noticed that the backpack was the same as the burned one, right down t the red moon sown on the upper part of the bag. He looked at the paper and noticed it was all in her hand writing. "I mastered a different type of replication technique."

"Kagome-chan,…"

"It takes minimal chakra, not enough to be detected, that is unless you are an ANBU or the hokage." She took out two pieces of paper and two writing utensils and set them away from each other before writing on one. The same thing was written on the other paper. "They can destroy one copy but not the other." She held the paper in her hand and it caught fire but the other was untouched.

"You can go now, Kagome-chan." He watched her sling the backpack over a shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

Sasuke watched her leave with a backpack, but he could have sworn it was burned by the girls, but then he remembered the bag under his desk. It must have been the real bag. He just came up behind her, hands in his pockets.

"Hey," he said, trying to play it cool, despite the light crimson that painted his cheeks.

"Hn." She walked slightly faster, but not enough to be noticeable. "I don't have time to talk," she said quietly.

"Hn." He scowled. She would be an accomplishment if he could get her to be his.

She came home and saw her mother. She was "entertaining" another man, her baby brother screaming upstairs. She walked passed her giggling mother and to her brother's room. She picked him up and he stopped crying before looking up at her with honeyed brown eyes. She approached her room and dropped off her backpack and strapped her baby brother to her back before jumping out her window. He gave a squeal of delight before she took off running in a blur.

She came to her training grounds and stopped. He giggled as he played with some of her hair. She concentrated and her chakra flared out around her. Her hair whipped around them and he giggled again as she did hand signs quickly, not uttering a word, instead everything shifted and a doorway appeared. She stepped through it and it vanished.

"We won't have to stay there much longer," she whispered back to him. It was obvious she was the oddball of the clan. The whole clan had brown hair and brown eyes but she had raven hair and sapphire eyes, gifts from her deceased father, Higurashi Yamato. She would gladly take his last name over the clan's last name of Hisawa. "Mother does not care about us, she never will." She did more hand signs and a blue fire erupted from a large bowl in the middle of the room. Smaller, red fires sprouted along the walls and down several corridors.

Upon the walls were worn tapestries of fierce battles, the only figure not faded had raven hair and sapphire eyes. She ran her hand over the figure and sighed. This was her clan, the Higurashi clan; brave warriors and loyal to their leader. It would never be that way again. Her father had been the last. She could not replenish her clan, not by herself at least. She'd have to marry a second or third born son, or someone from a lower branch in a clan.

"The Hisawa will rely on you someday." She looked at him in the reflection. "You will have an easier time. You don't stand out." She headed back towards the entrance and left, all of the fires extinguishing. She came to her training grounds and proceeded to drill as she had seen her beloved father drill. It was all she could do to keep her clan alive.

It was dark when she returned. Her baby brother was asleep on her back. She just walked quietly to his room and settled him in the crib and kissed his forehead before pulling the side up and locking it in place. He would sleep peacefully tonight, like any night she took him with her to train.

"Where did you go with your brother?" A voice asked from behind her.

"Uncle." She turned around and stared into his hate filled brown eyes. "He was crying and I thought some fresh air would do him some good and calm him down." He took a step forward.

"Don't lie to me," he growled and wrapped a hand around her slender neck. He squeezed and she gasped for air. She clutched at his wrist as he pulled her off of her feet. She started to do one handed hand signs and her other hand tightened. Her eyes lit up and electricity surged through her hand and into his arm, causing him to drop her. She stood quickly and ran to her room as her brother cried out. She grabbed her backpack and jumped out the window before starting to run. The clan's men caught word of her attack and caught her, ramming her head into the ground. Her arm was twisted behind her back and blood dripped down her lip and eye.

"Take her to the elders," the previously shocked male commanded. They just nodded and pulled her to her feet.

Her hands were encased in metal gloves. The elders sat in a semi-circle around her, the rest of the family behind her. All the doors were guarded in case she tried to run.

"You shouldn't have attacked Genji, Kagome," the elders spoke.

"He attacked me first," she replied.

"That is no excuse," they reasoned.

"He was going to kill me," she argued back.

"Would have gotten rid of the last of the Higurashi line," another reasoned. There were mumblings surrounding her. "But we cannot kill you. You still are, or have, our clan blood running through your pitiful veins. From this day on you re banished from the Hisawa grounds and clan. Take your bag and leave."

They released her and she grabbed her bag and left, two guards following her off of the clan grounds. She walked down the street and soon to her training spot. She went to her hidden home. "I'm home," she whispered as she fell asleep on some furs in a far corner.