Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Friends, Masashi Kishimoto does. I don't own the cover photo either. I only own my OC and make no profit from this.

What is and what could be...

"Dokugami. Is that what they're calling you now?" She berated herself for not sensing his approach, turning to face him. Her old shishou would be rolling in her grave if she found out how easily someone had snuck up on her student.

"Something like that," she replied, raking her eyes along his slender frame. She had two explosive tags, six senbon, a still-mending ankle, and half her normal chakra reserves. It was nowhere near the worst state she'd ever been in taking on another shinobi and she'd just have to make due.

Not like she had any choice in the matter.

She took an unsteady step back to create distance as they began circling one another. Maybe he'd go easy on her for old times sake.

"You've gotten quite the reputation, haven't you? Though I've gotta say, it's weird to see you in a frontal combat position. You strike from the shadows, quick and unseen. Most of your opponents don't know they're dead until they hit the ground, frothing at the mouth," he said, nimbly flipping a kunai into his hand.

Or maybe not...

"Pot meet kettle," she said. "You guys are right at home in the shadows, ne? Yet you call me a coward."

"I've come to bring you back to Konohagakure, by order of the Sixth Hokage."

She paused at those words, looking at her opponent with wide violet eyes before relaxing. She reached up, the seal on her mask giving way with a faint hiss as she drew it from her face.

She could hear his breath catch in his throat in what she assumed was surprise. Not that she could blame him. The last time he had seen her face was when they had gotten intimate after their botched mission to the Land of Caves and that had been nearly three years earlier.

"You've changed Yūrei."

"Constant near-death experiences will do that to a girl," she agreed, dropping her gas mask to the ground with a soft thump as a light violet mist appeared before her lips.

"That's not what I meant-."

"I know damn good and well that's not what you meant," she snapped before inhaling deeply. She wouldn't let him get under her skin. Not now.

"I'm bringing you home." Yūrei's lips curved into a malevolent smile as she made sure to flash the sharp spider-like fangs she sported. His eyes narrowed dangerously when she rested a deceptively dainty hand on her hip. She pulled a deep breath of cool air into her lungs, and focused every sinew and nerve of her body. She had already made her bed. All that was left to do now was lie in it.

"Talk is cheap. Let's see what you've got, huh Shika-kun...?"

Teaser. This is a byproduct of reading too much fanfiction this weekend (I know what you're saying 'there's no such thing' and I would agree if I hadn't spent half my day off reading it). I'm trying to branch away from the self-inserts I've been writing (so I write another OC *snorts in disbelief*. I'm trying okay guys?) I like reading about original clans in the Naruto world instead of the usual families so this is my attempt at one. It's Shikamaru/OC because out of all the rookies (aside from Lee) I find him the most tolerable. This will be bumped up to 'M' eventually but not for a while. I'll let you know when. This story will contain:

-Gore

-Violence

-Sexual Content (in the far distant future)

-Language

-Mature content in general

So if any of this isn't your cup of tea then I would advise you avoid this story. But thank you for reading this teaser. Cheers.