A/N: Sorry for the late update, I've been busy with school, and mapping out the main story line for this baby. Unfortunately there is no Gaara in this chapter, and probably not in the next one either. Hopefully to make up for it, this chapter is over twice as long as the first one (yay). The story picks up just after the time skip and will follow the canon story line very closely for the next couple of chapters (trust me, I went through the episodes meticulously to see where I can let Fuuka interact without changing it too much). Don't worry though, afterwards it will be mostly original plot. Well, without further ado, I present to you the first chapter of Tatsumaki!

Warning: Mild swear words. Very mild, but still. Don't want to offend anyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it's plot line, or it's characters. I do own Fuuka, Miru, and Sugoi Kid. (I apologize, I forgot to add a disclaimer in the prologue)


Chapter 1: Last Day

"Oh my."

I had bumped into a woman on the street, my groceries almost flying out of my hands, and as soon as my eyes had locked with hers she had given a start of surprise. Didn't surprise me much, since everyone who saw my eye were at least intrigued by it.

"Pardon me," I said, being as polite as possible. My great-aunt would tan my hide if I was rude to a stranger. Not that she wouldn't rip them a new one.

"Your eye, it wouldn't happen to be a kekkei genkai? It's different," she asked, tilting her head at me in wonder. I snorted.

"I could say the same to you," I retorted, and it was true. Her eyes were red with a ring around the pupil, the space in between a darker shade. Taking a closer look, I noticed she was a shinobi. Damn woman should know there's only three doujutsu.

"I suppose that's true. It doesn't look like any of the doujutsu's anyways. Have a nice day," she laughed off my sarcasm, and continued on her merry way. So she did know.

Rolling my eyes, I began to walk the rest of the way to my great-aunt's house. Apparently gossip about the batty old shut-in's grand-niece and her weird eye hadn't reached everyone's ears, even in the three years I've lived here.

It wasn't so bad, here, in Konohagakure. The place was the most beautiful of the hidden villages in my opinion; heck I've been to a lot of places travelling with my parents and this place was pretty darn easy on the eye. The streets were colorful with the mismatched houses and shops, flowers bloomed everywhere and I swear the place was in a constant state of springtime. When the temperature dropped or went up a few degrees, the residents called it 'winter' or 'summer'. The people were friendly, the shinobi too when they weren't on duty or their friends weren't severely injured and about to die.

Even the Hokage Mountain, which I would normally say was gaudy, gave off a sense of security, as though the previous Hokage were watching over us. Which, I suppose, served its purpose since it was built as a symbol of them forever looking over us. When I mentioned the sense I got to Ayame, she had given me a weird look before saying yes, yes it did when you thought about it. Guess I'm the only weirdo who actually thought about it.

Pausing in my leisurely walk, I looked up to Hokage Mountain and examined each face. I will admit I have mixed feelings about them. Whenever I looked at them, it was like I could feel their pride as they gazed over the village, and sometimes it was like I could feel them. The people themselves, not just their power.

The Shodaime Hokage, to me at least, was the most profound. He seemed warm, kind, accepting, and yet he possessed a greatness that transcended the other Hokage, and believe me they were amazing. Niidaime Hokage, who I'm told was the Shodaime's younger brother, seemed to be a cooler, and more logical version of his brother- and obviously less profound. Mentioning Sandaime brought a smile to the villagers' faces, as they all still remembered the wise and loving Hokage of their past. My eyes warily wandered over to the next face. Yondaime Hokage was both my favorite and the one who made me the most uncomfortable. He seemed to be calm and collected, yet warm and caring. Playful too, which I loved. Yet what made me uneasy was the intense sadness that speared through me whenever I looked at him. Like a feeling of hope, a hope so great and deep that it fills one to the brim, but died before it ever reached me. My eyes quickly darted to the next, Godaime Hokage. Looking at her carved stone face, there was a sense of deep passion there, and a great trauma that-

I snorted and continued walking. Yeah right. I knew this one, and she was a violent, batshit crazy medic-nin. What the heck does Fuuka know about the other Hokage? Idiot.

Noticing two figures walking in my direction, I ran and called out to a familiar one, "Oi! Shikamaru, I haven't seen you in awhile."

"Been helping set up the Chuunin Exams. You entering?"

"Nah, too troublesome. Don't like hardcore missions."

"Troublesome," he agreed.

"Who's this, your girlfriend?" I asked, my eyes landed on the blonde kunoichi next to him. Her hitai-ate claimed she was from Sunagakure.

"Who'd date this lazy excuse of a shinobi?" she laughed (Shikamaru muttered 'troublesome') before fixing me with a determined stare, "The name's Temari, I'm helping with the Exams on behalf of Suna. Who are you?

"Fuuka, Wind-user extraordinaire!" I grinned, taking a liking to her immediately. She was clearly too cool to ask about my eye.

"Fuuka?" she asked in surprise, "As in Tatsumaki Fuuka, Hagoromo Miru's grand-niece?"

"Yeah, that's right. How'd you know?"

"Let's just say I had a nice chat with her the other day," she had a knowing look and smirked at me, "I'll be seeing you again, Fuuka." Wait, what?

"See ya later, Fuuka," Shikamaru said after shooting Temari a weird look, following after her.

"See ya?" I called out uncertainly, but they were already gone. Had a chat with Miru-baachan? I was ninety-nine percent sure she was mistaken. That old bat didn't just go around having chats with random foreigners.

I shrugged it off and went on my merry way back to great-aunt Hagoromo's. This morning was pleasantly peaceful.


"You forgot the eggs!" she spat at me before throwing a tea mug.

"We still have a couple in the carton left!" I screamed, dodging the mug and green tea that came spilling out.

"That's three eggs, three! You'll have finished them by the end of the day, you lousy pig!" Spittle flew.

"I'll just get some more tomorrow!" I ducked as a stray ash tray came flying at me.

"No, you imbecile. You won't!"

"The heck, you crazy old bat! You expect me to remember everything you ask at seven o'clock in the morning, then you complain about my one mistake in over a year and forbid me from getting more eggs! Seriously!" A strong gust of wind blew through the room, fluttering the pages and our hair. Well, my hair. Hers was more like tufts of white clinging to her skull. Crap.

"Don't you dare call me any such name, Fuuka. I am an elder and I am to be treated with the respect I deserve. Only Miru-sama or Hagoromo-sama are acceptable," she wheezed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Now clean up this mess. Do it normally while you're at it."

"Hai, shishou," I emphasized sullenly, knowing it would tick her off. She hated being reminded she was stuck with teaching me.

"I fear the day you actually listen to an order, for I am certain hell would have frozen over," she grumbled in response, lighting a cigar and puffing out the thick, poisonous smoke. How is this old goat still alive?

Muttering curses under my breath, I bent down to retrieve the broken pieces of mug and ashtray (we kept several extra around to accommodate Miru-baachan's tendency to chain smoke and throw random objects). And I used to wonder why my family never visited her or Konoha in our travels.

Growing up, Konoha was one of the places I desperately wanted to see. I mean, come on: pleasant weather, shinobi village, and the Hokage Mountain made it kind of a tourist attraction, believe it or not. Sure, we travelled around and got to see all kinds of places. Heck, it was so exciting at first, but then it got kind of boring and old. Lonely too. So if I was going to claim to be a traveler extraordinaire (yes, I tack on 'extraordinaire' at the end of all my titles), then I should have at least been to all the shinobi villages. Now I don't blame my mum for wanting to avoid this beast.

Granted said beast is crazy, violent, rude, a loner, evil and past her expiry date; yet she was also highly intelligent, wise in her own sick and twisted way, and extremely talented. Miru-baachan's also one of the few qualified to handle me, albeit in a highly unwilling fashion. It took me a while to recognize her good points, her wisdom was evident once you caught some of the philosophical phrases that shone through her insanity.

Though when I say she is a loner, I mean extreme hermit. I kid you not, she has not left the house or the surrounding property in years. She is somewhat regarded as a mystery of Konoha, as literally none of the inhabitants have even caught a glimpse of her, save for Sandaime and maybe most of the Sannin. When I first came to live here, the residents laughed at me when I told them I was her grand-niece. Thought I was pulling their legs. It took the Hokage for them to believe me. Which explains why I didn't believe Temari when she said she had a 'chat' with Miru-baachan. Also why some people still asked me about my infernal eye.

This crazy old bat is the only other one in our known family history who shares my genetic mutation. The same dancing green strand that swirled around our right pupils. Nobody in the village had seen it before they met me. Her icy blue eyes glared at me through the smoke vehemently and she barked at me to finish up and sit with her at the small, creaky table.

"Fuuka," she ground out my name as if it were the most detestable name she had come across in all her million and one years of life. I sometimes liked to pretend that was her way of showing love.

"Yes," I said warily. Usually she was the one to avoid our chats, and rarely initiated conversation unless it was to rant or insult me and the universe. Suspicious.

"I have made it my mission since you arrived here to show my hate and disgust for you." Well then. Interesting conversation starter, and are you frickin' kidding me?!

"I hate people, especially you." Thank you, thank you so much Miru-baachan. That makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Your stupidity and thick-headedness astound me. You still haven't taken the hint to leave, you even try bothering me and initiating conversation. Insults seem to bounce off you like rubber bullets. They hurt, but they don't permanently, and gruesomely, scar. My life was perfect before you barged into my life like this." Oh sweet Lord, my crazy old bat was giving a monologue. Looks like hell was freezing over a little earlier than expected. I was stunned, unable to speak yet.

"Before you came, I was happy. I was alone. Oh, so amazingly alone. You just had to choose Konoha to settle down. Of all the places your vile father had to agree to dump you, it just had to be Konoha. Being the only one suitable outside of the Sarutobi clan to take you, my hand was forced."

"I wouldn't have insisted if I knew what was waiting for me," I grumbled.

"I hate your father, Fuuka," she continued, ignoring my comment. "He's a spineless git, it was absolutely horrifying when my brother's daughter married him. I did not, in any way shape or form, wish to have been connected to him. I knew he was worthless the moment I laid eyes on him. I silently prayed that he'd die early in life and that your mother would find another man. Unfortunately, fate likes to turn your wishes against you," she finished bitterly.

"So, the reason you hate me is because of my father?"

"Of course not, you fool. I am not so ignorant as to hate someone based on their parentage, the soul is not bound by blood. I hate you for you."

"Excellent," and in some weird way, I truly thought it was. At least I wasn't judged by my father.

"To get to the point. I really, desperately wish to get rid of you. I had no way of doing so… until now."

"Huh?"

"You won't be getting eggs for me tomorrow morning, Fuuka, because at the end of the day you will be leaving for Sunagakure with Sabaku no Temari, to train under her."

Slowly, she leaned forward through the thick, white smoke and puffed out a nauseous cloud from her cigar in my face. Her pale blue eyes seemed to glow as they pierced me through the thick haze, her right one a shimmering green mystery.

"Today is your last day in Konoha."


A/N: Dun. Dun. Dunnnnnnnn! I feel fairly proud of this chapter, even though a lot hadn't happened (besides the obvious). I mean, story wise it spanned maybe an hour and a half. The morning isn't even over yet. I'm thinking that those who actually read the disclaimer were at first thinking to themselves, "Oh, Miru is probably some new, young OC girl." Well, did her character surprise you? I'm actually very fond of Miru's character and will probably elaborate more on her character a couple of times throughout the story. You guys won't be seeing her for a looong while (story-wise) and she likes it that way, thank you very much. Also guys, feel free to point out if Fuuka seems like a Mary-Sue. I am consciously trying to write her away from that, and it would kill me if she turned out to be one by the end of the story. Really I'm trying to limit her 'specialness' (is that a proper word?) to her eye and any other traits she inherits from her family (like the Inuzuka and their noses, or the Uchiha's with their affinity for fire). Oh, and if characters seem a little too OOC. I want to stay true to the character's personalities, at least. Question's? Comments? Complaints? Review! Review! Review! Reviewing is love.

-sabakunofaye