A/N: ok, first i'd like to say that im sorry that the first chap doesnt say, but Tsunade is still alive, and so are other people who died in the manga just because they play some important part in my story or i just like them beter alive ;;. This is my first fanfiction ever so have patience with me and im still figuring out how to write some of the sceans so it may take a little while. So, now to write what this space is really for...

ehem...

i do not own anything remotely Naruto, but i do own all of my cool, niffty original characters, so neh. u.u

(p.s please, please, please dont get mad a my pairings. TT;

this has been edited for your viewing satisfaction by Ceri incorperation with Chocolate Cow Studiostm and Pump Jocky Productions c

i so don't own anything in this, except for that.

"Chizu!" roared the Six Hokage of Konaho. He sat in his chair, his eyebrows drawn down in a scowl.

Soon the pitter patter of little fee could be heard running down the hall, getting louder and louder as they drew near.

The large double-doors slammed open, bouncing off the walls to ricochet back, the noise echoing loudly in throughout the room.

The ANBU on guard had grown accustomed to this over the years and didn't even tense as the little bundle of energy rocketed into the Hokage's large, spacious office, skidding to a halt on the smooth marble floor.

The Sixth studied the girl before him, a frown on his face. Her silky blonde hair was pulled back in a messy braid, long tendrils had come loose and hung around her small body. Her clothes, once neat and clean were now wrinkled and dirty, a state which the maids, like the ANBU, had become to expect and no longer complained about needing a raise stating that getting the grass stains out of her clothes alone was a full time job.

Her skin was sun-kissed golden from the hours of play she spent outside and on her knee was a band-aid, sporting orange Leaf symbols, though the wound it had covered had healed within a matter of seconds the girl, in one of her many serious moods that still managed to disturbed some people, had stated that just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it's not there and her Aunty Sakura had told her it takes three days for a scrape to properly heal, and, seeing as the little girl took everything her Aunty Sakura told seriously, that band-aid was staying on. But, after the allotted time when the band-aid would come off, it would be instantly forgotten; only remembered when read from the ledger where every bump, cut, bruise and owwie she'd ever had was recorded.

But none of those things were what caught a persons attention, no, it was her eyes; they were a large, crystal blue, that radiated innocence and a wonder of the world that only a child had. They could be the deep blue-black of anger, determination colored them a breath taking blue-green, and, every now and then, they were the red of rage. She was truly beautiful.

The Sixth could be forgiven at the moment for not noticing any of this, seeing as he was missing two eyebrows, and was wearing pink robes.

"Yes, Daddy?" the little girl said sweetly.

The Sixth's eyebrow twitched. "Chizu," he said slowly, "would you mind telling me what color my Hokage robes are?" he asked.

The little girl blinked at him. "They're pink, Daddy."

"And why, are they pink?"

The girl put her hands behind her back and said innocently, "Maybe the maids accidentally washed it with that ugly pink shirt that Ino-chan got me and is always telling me to wear."

A vein popped out at the Hokage's temple and the ANBU sweat-dropped.

"So you're telling me," he said, "that the maids just accidentally washed one of your shirts with my Hokage robes."

The little blonde nodded.

His eye twitched, "What shirt was it again?"

"The bright pink one with the freaky smiling orange flower on it that Ino-chan has me always wear whenever I visit her and Choji-kun son, Chokichi. It's itchy and scratchy and the last time I tried to get rid of it-" she abruptly stopped, clamping her mouth shut. She looked up at her daddy, watching as his face got redder and redder.

"CHIZU!!!" the sound of the Hokage shouting could be heard throughout Konaho, sending the birds perched on the Hokage Tower into flight.

She crossed her arms and stared up the man sitting behind the huge desk stacked with papers, "It was evil, it had to be eliminated," five years of being surrounded by Shinobi and you end up talking like them, "All my other methods weren't working."

"So you tried to kill your sweater by washing it with my white hokage robes?"

She scowled and scratched her head, "It made perfect sense when I first did it."

The Sixth covered his face with his hands and sighed heavily. You'd think with the kunoichi she'd gotten part of her DNA from, the girl'd love pink, but no she had to take after her fathers, and like garishly bright masculine colors and dark, depressing ones. Being raised in a Shinobi town didn't exactly help either.

"Okay," the Hokage said slowly, "Now, about my eyebrows, and why I woke up this morning with my night hat super glued to them?"

At this the ANBU had to fight to keep their chuckles in, lucky for them they had masks to cover their facial expressions; encouraging her was usually frowned upon. Though they all thought it was hilarious that the ultimate prankster was now getting pranked on.

A giggle form the center of the room brought their attention back to the child standing there, who was now covering her mouth with her little hands, her cheeks round with baby fat stained pink from laughing.

"WELL?" but the Hokage never got his answer, seeing as the door flew open and a chuunin came rushing in.

"Hokage-sama," the man said out of breath, "Someone's graffitied all over the Hokage monument!"

The room was silent as all eyes turned to the little blonde.

Laughing slightly, her eyes squinted up, she scratched her head.

The Hokage turned a violent shade of red, and muscles twitched all over his face,

"CHIZU!!!!"