Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!

She panted as she ran through the forest. Her heart hammering through her ribcage, her golden-brown eyes blown wide open with fear and shock, and her ears were etching because she's a shinobi, and shinobi don't make noise when they move and oh, God! They're right behind her! But there was nothing she could do about it since she's wearing a white dress and flats that might as well have been heels because they were making so much noise! God, she just wants to slip into her boots right now!

Taking a peek behind her, she picked up her pace as she saw the angry mob following her. Not good. Not good. Not good!

She burst into a clearing and stopped in her tracks as four pairs of eyes snapped to her features. Shit! She was trapped.

She could tell that her fear was obvious, but she didn't care. The people behind her were civilian, she was bound by the shinobi conduct to not harm them unless her life depended on it. In front of her were four shinobi that just screamed power, even before she could check their chakra levels. Alone she couldn't face them. Maybe if her sisters were here, then they'd manage to escape. She hoped they would just leave her alone and not attack her. They didn't have any reason to, so they shouldn't. Then again neither do the people behind her but that's not stopping them.

"Don't let her escape!" Yelled one of the civilians from behind her. The shinobi didn't move, they simply stared at her, until one of them stepped forward with his hands up in a placating gesture. "Why don't we talk about this, gentlemen?" He asked, addressing the crowd behind her frozen form. Good. They're not going to rush into attacking her like a pack of starved hyenas. She just needs to take care of the civilians.

"No!" Yelled another figure. "We kill the wretched witch first, then we talk!"

She couldn't believe her ears! After all she's done for them, this is how they repay her?! Her temper flared just as she felt the mob start moving closer to her and she acted on instinct. Turning around she raised both her hands, palms open and facing the crowd, elbows slightly bent, and she made a grabbing motion with her fingers. As soon as she did that, water appeared beneath their feet and made them slip in the mud that formed. Narrowing her eyes at the ones brave enough -or stupid enough if you ask her- to get up and throw their weapons at her, she performed a shunshin and watched with amusement from the safety of the trees as pitchforks, knives and all sorts of civilian weapons embedded into the log that replaced her.

She sighed in defeat when the mobs' voices grew angrier as they agreed to search for her. A little genjutsu took care of guiding them in the wrong direction. Taking one last look at the four men in the clearing, she stood up to leave.


Tobirama has never thought he'd live to see a mob of civilians chase a girl that is the replica of a doll -what with her long brown curls, pale complexion, and wide golden-brown eyes- with the intent of killing her. Then she turns out to be a shinobi. The concept isn't too foreign, there are a few female shinobi in the Senju ranks after all, his cousin Toka for example. But they're generally not that well trained. This girl seems to have as much experience as he did, and then some.

Looking to his brother, who still had his hands up, and his mouth open, he nudged him in the direction that the girl was last hiding. His brother nodded to him and looked over to the two Uchiha standing with them and tilted his head in the girl's direction in askance. Madara nodded once, and Tobirama guided them in the direction of her signature.

Judging the distance between them and the time that has passed, she was walking, so if they hurried their pace they will be able to catch up to her in about two minutes.

One minute in, found the four of them crouched on the same thick, sturdy tree branch, side by side, with Tobirama on the far left, next to his brother, then the Uchiha clan head with his brother, Izuna, on the far right, staring at the objects on the floor. They were a white dress and a pair of white footwear. The same dress that the girl was wearing, in fact. And no one dared to move because she could be anywhere in a state of undress, and their upbringing wouldn't allow them to move further with the knowledge that she might be exposed to them. Even if that knee length dress wasn't as covering as the usual kimono they were used to seeing females in, it was still covering her.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Hashirama beginning to turn red in the face. Turning to pin him with an unimpressed stare -because he knew how perverted his brother could be inside that head of his-, Tobirama caught sight of the girl they were looking for, behind them. It looks like she was standing in a shared blind spot for the four of them in the position they were in. Meaning that this girl is smarter than a normal kunoichi.

But Tobirama wasn't thinking about that. No. His mind was blank as he stared at the girl, no woman, that was standing there, wearing a pair of black tight pants, with closed-toed knee-high boots, and wrapping her chest with what seems like medical wrapping. All he could do was stare at her oh so round and full to the point of spilling chest and watch it being pulled together and somewhat decreasing in size, by the last round she was doing. He raised his eyes to hers when she finished tying the knot, to find her staring at him with a raised brow. He said nothing as he watched her put a shirt on.

"You know, the four of you are not very subtle while tracking." The other three stiffened and cautiously turned to look at her, visibly relaxing when they saw she was somewhat decent. They weren't used to seeing women in anything but kimonos, so they were still avoiding looking at her too much. Just taking quick peeks then avoiding her gaze with a slight blush. Or at least Izuna and Hashirama were. Madara was glaring at her because Why is she dressed like that? Is she a-

"So, can I help you guys with anything?" She asked with a hint of laughter in her voice as she put on a jacket to cover her arms. "Or are you just lost?"


Well, hello there. No. I'm not dead. Yes, I realize it's been a long time, and No I can't even begin to tell you guys how sorry I am.

So, I've been toying with this idea for a while now, and it's taken me a lot of courage to write a story with an OC female lead. I usually hate them and love reading about Sakura, but this is how I imagine it in my head, so it's how I'm going to write it.

I realize that it's been a long time, and I missed you guys so much. Sometimes I just want to talk to strangers that know this side of me, especially when it gets lonely, so I go to Tumblr but never find anyone since I'm socially awkward even there. Anyways, if you guys want to help me with my boredom, my Tumblr is on my profile, so is my FictionPress profile. I have an original one-shot posted up there. It's something that actually happened with me and my teacher at Uni really liked my essay on the subject so I posted it there. Please tell me how you like this so far, and if there is anything you want me to keep in mind for the future of this story. I will hopefully be updating it soon, but I don't know about my other one since I'm too hyped on this one.

Cheers!

Zee