AN: I don't own Naruto, I only own my OC. If I owned Naruto, Zabuza would have never died.

So, this is my first time really doing a Naruto Story that wasn't a short story, so please go easy on me. This also my first time writing a Zabuza fanfic so I hope I get his character right. Enjoy the Story!

So here I was running again through a forest, trying to escape someone who was trying to kill me. I mean quite frankly I was getting pretty tired of this crap. It was getting pretty old. I mean doesn't Gato have anything better to do than trying to have me killed. Blowing a piece of hair out of my face I tightened my grip of my backpack and put a little burst of speed into my running. Branches and twigs were causing cuts to appear on any part of exposed skin, but I didn't care. The faster I got away, the quicker I could treat them.

I could sense a large chakra presence pretty close behind me. I had to get away from whoever it was fast. Sending some chakra to the soles of my feet, I felt myself start to run faster. The chakra presence seemed to get farther and farther away. I breathed relieved, but I knew I couldn't stop. Not while could run away.

I kept going in until I found a little cave in the forest. Doing a quick scan around the area, I saw that no one was around. My body was screaming for me to take a rest. Maybe if I took a quick rest, my body would feel a little refreshed. It was a risky move, but I had to try. I quickly went inside it, and put down my bag. Starting a fire could be risky and with my luck I would most likely be spotted, so I guess I'll just have to brace the cold. After trying to get as comfortable as you could get on a cave floor, I closed my weary eyes, and fell into a troubled sleep.

"Can you show me Dad, please?" My eight year old self pleaded, looking up at my Dad with a puppy dog face. I could see his resolve breaking. For some reason the puppy dog face always seemed to work. My Dad was a sucker for it. "Please Dad! I promise I'll never do anything bad again. Please!" Dad laughed and patted me on the head affectionately on the head.

"Fine, I'll show you, just don't tell your mom that I did." he said. I cheered in total happiness. My Dad took a deep breath and I saw him do a series of hand signs.

"Wind Style: Air Hurricane Jutsu!" A great gust of wind came out of his hands, and flew in a great twirl towards the small pond that was in the backyard. The water flew up into the air and came back down almost like it was raining lightly. I was in absolute awe at what my Dad just did.

"Wow, that was so cool! Can you teach me Dad?! Can you please?!" I asked eagerly. My Dad just smiled.

"Sure." I spent the rest of the afternoon together learning how to do the jutsu and messing around with my Dad.

"What are we going to do today Dad?" My now fourteen year self asked. My Dad and I were in a small meadow that was nearby our village. Almost everyday when we had the time, my Dad and I would come here and he would train me in simple and sometimes complex jutsus and weapons. I loved the time we got to spend with each other. Sometimes he would be gone on little business trips, and I would miss him like crazy. I guess I was a Daddy's girl, but I just saw it has having a really great relationship with my father.

"We're going to work on you creating your own jutsu." I was excited and for the next three hours I worked on perfecting my new created jutsu. After our little training session we would always go to the local ice cream shop and order my favorite ice cream treat which was vanilla ice cream with rainbow and chocolate sprinkles. After getting our ice cream, we walked over and sat on a bench that was outside. Our heads were tilted up just looking up at the clouds.

"You're improving immensely Akira." he stated proudly as he took a bite of his chocolate ice cream. A huge smile worked its way on my face.

"Really?" I questioned trying to tone down my smile, but I couldn't help it. Those words meant a lot to me. I was trying so hard to someday be as good as my father. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close into his side. I closed my eyes and breathed in his familiar scent.

"Yeah. I wouldn't doubt that someday you will be better and more powerful than me."

"Someday I'll beat you old man." I teased as I stole a scoop of his ice cream. Dad laughed and took a swipe of mine as revenge. We looked at each other and laughed without a care in the world. I loved times like this that I spent with my Dad.

My Mom and I were now splayed out on our couch, a bucket of popcorn was in between the both of us as we were watching a movie on the T.V. screen. It was one of those romantic dramas that could be really cheesy and predictable, but deep down you secretly loved them. Mom and I always did this when Dad went away for business.

"Can you pass me the tissues?" Mom asked as she sniffled. I took one and passed the box to her. I blew my nose and I heard her do the same. "Thanks honey." I nodded my head in a "you're welcome," gesture.

"We've seen this movie at least five times, but we still manage to cry like babies." I said wiping tears from my eyes. I was always a sucker for these types movies. Mom laughed shaking her head.

"But you know what? I don't feel so bad." she stated with a small smile. "If we're called babies because we cry during a really good movie then so be it."

"Yeah, you're right Mom." I agreed with a smirk. "But I wish I could be in love like that." I said with a wistful sigh. Mom gave me a comforting smile.

"Don't worry sweetie, you'll find someone some day. They'll be perfect for you despite their flaws and you'll be perfect for them despite your flaws. Both of you will balance the other out. When you find someone like that you know you have yourself a keeper." I cocked my head to the side in thought.

"Were you and Dad like that?" I asked. A fond smile was present on Mom's face.

"At first no. I didn't really like your father when we were younger. I found him quite annoying. He was the class clown, and I was at times the class know-it-all, but one day your father found me when I was feeling really upset. At first I told him to go away, that he was a nuisance, and that he would never be something, but your father just smiled and stayed there with me for the rest of day. I was completely baffled by that, but I admired him for trying to comfort someone even though they talked down to them. After that we started hanging out. He would walk me home everyday, and I would let him. Sometimes we would hang out at the park after classes were over. Well, overtime my feelings for him grew stronger. I wanted to be more than friends, and he told me he felt the same. The rest is history, we got married and had you." She finished with a nudge with her foot. I pushed it away playfully.

"That was beautiful." I teased wiping a fake tear from my eye. Mom threw a piece of popcorn at me which I tried to catch in my mouth. I giggled and picked up a couple of DVDs. I spread them out in my hands, and turned them around so she could see them. "So, to the next movie."

It was late at night when a loud thumping noise woke me up. I was about to dismiss it as the house making noise and go back to sleep, but it only seemed to get louder. I threw my legs over the side of my bed and quietly tiptoed out of my room. I held my breath and walked carefully down the hallway. But a loud crashing sound stopped me in my tracks. It was then that my parents came carefully out of their room.

"Mom, Dad." I whispered fearfully as I rushed over to where they were. Mom swept me into her arms.

"What are you doing out here?" Dad questioned sternly. I looked up at him in fear. I looked around wildly.

"I heard something thumping around downstairs. At first I wasn't sure what it was, but now I'm sure that somebody's down there." I explained frantic. Dad gripped the kunai that I just now noticed was in his hand tighter. I could hear voices murmuring around downstairs. Mom held me tighter.

"I'll go downstairs and check it out. Akira stay here with your mother." Dad ordered. Mom moved forward with a fierce glare.

"Katsumi, you know better than that. I'm not going to let you go down there by yourself. We're a team or have you forgotten that." she stated with a fiery voice.

"Sora, I can't have something happen to you. You have to stay here and protect Akira."

"I don't need protecting, I can help you guys. Dad you've taught me well. Let me help you guys." I pleaded. They looked at me with fierce eyes.

"No Akira, you can't. I'm not risking your life for something like this. Stay hidden where they can't find you and when it's safe we'll come back to get you okay." Dad said. I grabbed his arm tight. "I love you." He kissed my forehead and held me close to him. I clung to him with all my strength trying not to cry.

"Please Dad, don't do this. Don't leave me. I can help you guys." I cried. He held me for a moment more and pulled away. Mom did the same thing as Dad.

"I love you sweetheart. More than you'll ever know." Together they crept silently down the stairs and carefully approached the intruders. I quickly said a prayer for them. They were going to be just fine. They were retired ninja after all. I very carefully made my way to my room, and grabbed a kunai from one of my desk drawers. Silently I crept from my room, clambered to a nearby linen closet, and left the door only a sliver ajar. I could hear Dad yelling at the people demanding why they were intruding. They answered something about Gato wanting them dead, and they were just ordered to do it. Then there was the clashing of metal against metal, and I heard the sounds of battle. I wanted to go down there and help them, but I couldn't. The fight seemed to go on for forever. I could hear the sounds of grunting and clashing. Suddenly my heart stopped when I heard my Mom scream my Dad's name followed by two loud thumps echoing through the silent house. I bit my lip to cover up my sob. No, they couldn't be dead. They just couldn't be. They were fine and it was all just a dream. If I closed my eyes, maybe it would all just go away. Opening my eyes, I saw that I was still in a linen closet, clutching the knife closer to my chest after I heard my parents being murdered.

What do I do? How do I get out of here? Before I could figure out what to do I could hear footsteps walking towards the door I was in. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle any noise and slowly moved further into the closet. I was ready for a fight if it had to come down to it. By luck or fate they passed by the door and walked back downstairs. After about ten minutes, I heard them leave. The house was completely silent. I stepped cautiously out of the closet and down the stairs. The smell of blood was so thick in the air, I almost gagged. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two limp bodies laying precariously on the living room floor. Hurriedly, I rushed over to them, unsure what to do.

"Dad. Wake up." I whispered pushing his bloody shoulder slightly. With no response I pushed harder. "Come on Dad, wake up." Fresh tears were starting to cloud my vision. With each lack of response, my tapping grew more urgent. "Dad, please! Wake up!" It was then that I felt a light brush on my leg by really cold fingertips. I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked at my Mom who was the only other person in the room besides Dad. She moved her fingertips a little again, and I rushed over to where she was.

"Mom! You're alive?" I cried. I grabbed her hand and held it in mine gently, almost like I was afraid she would disappear if I held it any tighter. She smiled weakly, but it slide off when she coughed.

"Just barely. I fear that my time is almost near." she rasped. It was so low I had to bend over to hear her. As her words registered with me, I shook my head in disagreement.

"No, Mom. You're not going to die. I won't let you. I can get help, and you'll be fine." I said fiercely. Mom shook her head no.

"No, honey. It's to late for me." I was about to retort it, but she stopped me with a look. "Listen to me. I love you very much. Ever since I held you in my arms after you were born, I knew that I would do anything to protect you. Your father felt the same way. I know you're upset, but this was how it was meant to be. It was fate..." she broke off into another gasping cough. She took a deep breath and continued on.

"Now listen carefully. The man behind this is Gato. He's really powerful in the business world. I guess he must have felt threatened by your father's success because he sent assassins here to murder all of us. He wants to get rid of all of us, so your father's business would crumple. When he gets wind that you're still alive, he will come after you. So you need to run as far away as you can. Get somewhere safe."

"Mom..." I started to say. "I don't know if I can do that." She sent me a reassuring smile.

"You're a strong, smart and beautiful young women... I believe in you..." With that she took her last shuddering breath and her eyes glazed over.

"No!" I cried.

Abruptly my eyes flew open in a wild search around the cave. My heart was pounding uncontrollably from fear and deep sadness. I could feel a slight dampness on my cheeks, and it didn't taking long for me to figure out that I was crying. Taking deep breaths, I attempted to calm myself down. Dammit, why did those pick now to show up? It wasn't like I didn't have that same dream before, but as of recently I thought that they went away. Looking towards the front of the cave, I realized that it was light out, which meant that I slept longer than what I intended. I quickly ate an apple from my pack and set off back to my journey.

I was walking around for about an hour or two when I felt like someone was following me again. I sped up until I was full-blown running. The sound of a kunai hitting a tree that was right next to me spurred me to run a lot faster. Every so often I would have to dodge some kunai or shuriken that were a little to close for comfort. Suddenly I heard a loud whizzing sound coming from behind me, on instinct I threw myself to the ground, and thank God I did because on the tree in front of me a huge ass sword embedded into the tree trunk. On it was a very muscular man, with unkempt hair, a mask of bandages covering the lower part of his face, and oddly cow print leg and arm warmers. Immediately I got up, and grabbed a kunai from the pouch on my thigh.

"So you're Akira Kato? You're not much." the man said with a rough voice.

"It depends on who's asking." I stated casually. On the inside I was weary, on guard, and kind of scared, but on the outside I was calm, cool, and collected.

"Gato."

"Funny, I don't think you're Gato. From what I know he's the exact opposite of what you look like. So what's really your name?" I demanded with a small snarl. He laughed sarcastically.

"My name is Zabuza Momochi." he said. On the outside I shrugged, but on the inside I was freaking out. Gato really wants me dead if he hired the Demon of the Hidden Mist. Yeah, I knew who he was. I heard about his reputation and what he did. Crap, he could kill me with a simple swing of his huge ass sword.

"Nope, never heard of you." I lied. Okay I had two options: I could run away and try to delay an inevitable fight or I could just fight him right away. Option one sounds really tempting, but I doubt I could ever get around and away from him. So, I guess I'll have to do option two.

"Don't worry. By the time I'm through with you, you will have." he threatened grabbing his sword and suddenly disappeared. Crap...

AN: How did I do? I hope I didn't do to bad. If I did something that was incorrect if you could kindly let me know. Please hit that little button and review! The next chapter will be up shortly. Thanks for reading!