Youko-chan-I'm hopefully going to be updating most of the story today so I won't have comments all the time. Enjoy!

Arda Rana, Thalion Maethor Lhûg yassen Anca en Lhach ar' Lith

Kirma 2.

"How can I speak in this language?" she questioned.

"What?" Bilbo nearly fell out of his chair.

"This isn't my native language…can I even still speak it?" Dante's voice reached to a whisper. "Nani kotoba iri mare goki?" the language rolled off her tongue and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"What language was that?" Bilbo asked, leaning on the edge of his chair.

"My native language, Japanese;" Dante said.

"Tell me more!" the hobbit urged. Dante sighed and folded her hands. She began to explain about her village and about ninjas. Bilbo constantly asked questions that would steer Dante onto another subject. She ended up talking through the day and Bilbo never lost interest. Frodo had, he was called into the kitchen not long after she had begun her story.

The sun was glowing a deep red and orange when Dante stopped talking.

Bilbo sat back with a contented sigh. "You have too much information on this world for you to be lying." Dante shrugged and leaned back on the pillows.

A loud gurgle filled the room and Dante looked down at her stomach. "Aah, I've kept you from eating, why don't we go into the kitchen and see what we can find." The aged hobbit got to his feet and helped Dante out of the sheets.

Dante's limbs were stiff from being in a bed for so long. They entered the kitchen where they found Frodo munching on a piece of toast and reading a thick book.

"Let's get you something to eat shall we?" Bilbo said cheerfully. Dante nodded and sat on a stool that was slightly bigger than the others. "I've got a tall friend so I had that made for him." Bilbo answered her silent question.

Once she had eaten, Bilbo began to tell her of his travels around Middle-Earth. His stories were fascinating and captivating. They stayed up far into the night before finally settling to bed.

The next morning Dante felt slightly stiff again. She sat up and crawled out of the warm bed and put her feet into the floor. She began to stretch her muscles. There was a knock on the door and Dante grunted.

Frodo entered the room to see Dante in what looked like a very painful position, her legs in a split and her upper body twisted. Dante slowly unwound herself and put her hands on the floor and slowly lifted her lower body up and soon her body was upside down on her hands.

"Oh my-!" Frodo watched with wide eyes as she lifted one hand and flexed her other hand and put all of her weight onto her fingers. Then she bent her arm and thrust herself into the air and stuck to the ceiling. "How-?" Dante just grinned and her feet left the ceiling and she landed on the floor like a cat.

"Something a mere child ninja can do if trained properly." Dante said straightening with a wide grin. He openly gaped at her and Dante only stuck out her tongue revealing a silver stud in the middle of her tongue.

"What is that?" Frodo asked, seeing the glint of silver. Dante went cross eyed down at her mouth and shrugged slightly.

"Each piercing is a suppressor; with out them I'd be too easily noticed." She stated bluntly, moving her hair to reveal hoop earrings lining the shells of her ears and lobes. Moving to her small pack, her mouth drawn into a frown and Frodo saw that she did not want to elaborate.

"Well, I came in to ask you if you would like to wash up?" Dante spun around and smiled.

"Yeees!" she cheered. Frodo just smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Come with me then," Dante nodded, grabbed her bag, and followed the small hobbit.

He led her into a small bathroom with a tub of steaming water. "I went ahead and filled it for you." Frodo smiled. Dante thanked him and put her clothing on the sink.

When Frodo left, Dante stripped off her armor and clothing, revealing her bronze, scarred skin only to her.

Dante's back was littered with white scars that crisscrossed each other, her belly button was pierced, and her body had similar white markings all over. On her right shoulder blade there was a metal plate outlined with jagged white scars. Encircling her left bicep there were black tattoos; kanji characters of her oath to Suna. On her right bicep were her ANBU tattoo and an elaborate seal spanned all over her arm reaching down to her palm. There was another tattoo that spread across her collar bone; it was another complex seal.

On her back, reaching from the edge of her hairline on her neck and down all the way down her spine and ending at her tail bone, was another tattoo in kanji characters of her own oath; "I am me and no one else, and my powers are my own and only I can judge me. Try and own me and even your soul shall be devoured." She had it done after she had once been captured by Oto ninjas and imprisoned.

That was how she received the scars and the last tattoo that resided on her hip; it was the name in kanji of the Oto prison and a large X.

There were white markings on her hips, shoulders, wrists, ankles, and cheeks; the markings stood out vividly against her copper tan.

Stepping into the water, Dante sighed as the hot water relaxed her muscles. She grinned and made a small fireball and placed it into the water. Unlike most fires, this small blaze continued to be lighted in the water. It sent heat through the water and Dante felt a bit more at home.

As she watched the ceiling, Dante thought about what was going on. She was in a strange world, a world who didn't know of hers.

They didn't know what she was. They didn't judge her of her markings as something evil. Dante let her eyes close as a white grin spread across her face. Her hands moved slowly and formed a small seal, the water barely disturbed.

"Kai," the word came out in a lazy drawl. And with a small shimmer Dante's body did not change. Only her ears seemed to melt away to reveal a pair of extremely long and pointed ears, the piercings were still there. A pair of golden horns twisted around her head like a crown and a long white tail moved in the water and let the water hold it afloat.

"No more hiding." She whispered with a satisfied smile. She felt so relieved and didn't notice that she stayed in the tub for and hour.

"Ms. Dante? Are you alright?" Frantic knocking on the door woke Dante from her happy daze.

"Uh, yeah sorry, I almost fell asleep; I'll be out in a minute!"

"Oh alright, forgive me!"

"No problem!" as Dante heard Frodo walk away and she sighed and sunk more into the warm water. She looked at her hands which looked like raisins. She sighed and turned to her bag on the floor. She brought out her tiny bottle of shampoo and used it to wash her hair.

Finally she pulled herself from the tub and found a fresh towel on the stool. Using it, she finally got her body dry and looked at the would be tall mirror, at her height of just a bit taller than six feet dwarfed it.

Dante's body was slim and fit; the muscles in her arms and legs were prominent but didn't bulge thank god for that she thought. Her breasts a pain in my ass were large and full, her hips were wide but she had made sure they didn't get any larger. Her skin was clear and clean. The tattoos were noticeable but she was grateful that they didn't make her look trashy, just worn.

Her white tail was long and represented her dragon demon blood; at the base of it there were fine white scales that seemed to slowly turn into white hairs. The tail reached her ankles. Her ears, like most dragon demons were long and pointed.

Although she looked like a demon, her power stayed low, only at a low level demon ANBU status. Her earrings and other piercings kept her demon energy and chakra in check and suppressed it all. She remembered the last time she had taken off only ten of them when she was captured; her power had exploded, destroying the entire Oto prison and her body couldn't handle the sudden release of power that had been suppressed for so long. It wasn't until her Kaze-kage, Gaara restrained her with his sand was Kankuro able to return the suppressers.

She refused to remove more than six suppressers, any more and she wouldn't be able to return to her human disguise. She was proud to call herself a full blooded demon, but at this day and age where humans began to get smarter, being a demon out in the open could be dangerous. Dante hid her demon heritage and became a Suna-nin, only Gaara and his siblings knowing of her species.

Dante pulled on a white tank top over a long sleeve fishnet shirt and a pair of black pants; she didn't think her normal leather would be appropriate for walking around the Shire. Slipping on her jounin vest for extra coverage Dante put on her gloves and combat boots and pulled her long white hair into a high ponytail. Looking in the mirror she noticed that if she were to wear her cloak she could be mistaken for a male. That thought made her eye twitch.

Stepping out from the bathroom with her mask back in place, Dante looked around and walked to the kitchen. Frodo was bustling around the stove and Bilbo was eating some toast.

"Sorry it took so long." Dante said with a hidden grin. Bilbo looked up and smiled before he nearly fell out of his seat.

"Wha-what-?" He couldn't form a sentence as his eyes had caught sight of her tail, horns, and long pointed ears.

"Ah, sorry about the sudden new appearance," she fiddled with her earring. She sat down on the large stool. "I've hidden my heritage for most of my life and I've grown weary of that." She shrugged. Bilbo stood and walked over to her and poked her tail.

Just to amuse herself, Dante flicked her tail and Bilbo fell back onto his rump. "Sorry," she grinned. Bilbo just blinked owlishly from the floor. Dante's grin died a bit as she recognized the flicker of fear in the old hobbit's eyes.

"I'm not a danger to you," she said getting up to kneel and put her hands on the clean floor. "I am just tired of hiding who I truly am; I am tired of being hated for who I was born to be." Dante lowered her head to the floor.

Youko-chan=thanks for reading!