I can't believe i'm continuing this, well congratulations me. Sorry if this is really sucky and cringe worthy, but I'm not a very good writer. But that's why I'm writing! To get better! I'm a very emotional detached person, so sorry about the distance in this fic.

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Chapter 2: Four years old Part II

I looked up at the giant gates in hardly suppressed awe, I can tell the Tori-chan was in the same boat as me, he even brushed his bangs out of his eyes so that he can get a good look at the possible gates to his salvation. Me on the other hand, I was psyched! I was actually looking at the gates of Konohagakure, the village the churned out the most awesome and deadly shinobi in the Ninja world! It also happens to be the place where all of the main villains came from, hopefully I don't run into Snake Face or One eyed geezer, that would be bad, very bad.

Survival rule: Old snakes and War hawks are detrimental to your health and sanity, avoid at all costs or prepared to be turned into an killer doll or a science experiment.

Not that I was that worried about them, I mean, what's the chances that either of them will notice the little civilian girl who happens to be part of an extremely valuable clan, has future knowledge, and makes absolutely wonderful yummy pies? Personally I think I'm safe, I look nothing like an Uzumaki, how the hell would they find out I have future knowledge, and If they like my pies I would be honored. Well If Orochimaru did, I honestly love that creepy bastard, he is an awesome villain. Danzo? I would poison the pie If I wasn't so sure he'd notice it and kill me or Dad.

Yeah though, totally staying away from those creeps.

"Ra-baka! Look!" I glared at the brat out the corner of my eyes before looking at where he was pointing, then I felt my eye twitch. Guess what people? There at the open gates of Konoha stood a certain black haired pale skinned snake man who was currently talking to somebody I don't recognize. I felt Madori nudge me in the side while I cringed, "Doesn't that guy look weird? I can't see it too well but he reminds me of a snake."

I pulled Tori-chan back and closed the curtains before staring at the brat seriously. "Don't go anywhere near that guy. If you see him go the opposite way, and for the love of pie don't talk to him, he is no good, no good at all." He frowned and squinted his eyes at me.

"Why?"

"Because I can't have my little Tori being kidnapped by the pedo-snake."

Madori's eye twitched, before he turned his head away from me. I wonder if he knew what a pedo was, he is pretty smart under all that blue hair. Not that there is anything wrong with blue hair, Grimmjow had blue hair and he was sexy as hell. Not that Madori is sexy, far from it, but maybe when he is older.

OH GUD MAKE IT STOP! BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS!

I fell on to the ground and start making dying noises, rubbing at me head in an attempt to get the bad thoughts out. Come on Rakka! Remember your rules! Don't let your thoughts stray to the gutters!

"Gahhh!"

~One break down later~

Now that my little breakdown is over and the bad thoughts are gone, I can focus on the current task at hand, figuring out what the hell was going on after my breakdown.

I opened the curtains again and inspected the outside world in which I was closed of from, forever to look in longing to experi- Okay. Stop. Now. Be serious! You can do it! Focus girl FOCUS!

...shit what was I doing again?

"Looking a little lost Ra-baka, what's up?" I banged my head against the glass. "Rakka?"

I held one of my hands up, "I'm fine… just getting lost in my mind." I heard the brat snort from behind me.

"Ya' have one of those?" Yeah, I'm definitely a bad influence on him.

I'm just going to ignore him for now, I still need too- Oh Dad is already done getting through the gates. Dammit. Madori tugged on my kimono top, "Come on, let's walk outside the wagon, I want to check this place out!" Eh, it's not like I have anything better to do anyways.

Well can't get out if the wagon is still moving, "Dad! Me and Tori-chan are going to walk outside the wagon! Can you stop so we can get out?"

"Sure." Soon enough I felt that jerk that meant that the wagon was slowing down, and once we completely stopped, me and Madori opened the door and he jumped out. But before I followed I made sure to slip my sandals on, who knows what could be lying on the ground out there, a stray tac or broken glass, no thank you I'll pass.

I jumped out of the wagon for the first time since I've entered into the grand village and looked around in awe. I can see people walking back and forth engaging in conversations, I see small kids running around playing and adults idly chattering while watching them. Vendors of all types lined the streets, calling out to people to buy their merchandise. Heck, I can even see some shinobi mingling in the crowds and/or jumping across the rooftop express.

I felt my face split into a giant grin, this village was rocking! It barely feels like it's healing from the end of the second war! All of those fanfictions about konoha being a sunny place in looks was definitely true, now if I was really a 4 year old little girl I would whole heartedly believe that. But I'm not that naive.

"Ra-baka! Come on! Lets check out all the vendors!" Madori tugged on my hand, pulling me over to a stall selling fruit. Well, why not check out the competition? Let's do this!

...wait what? I really need to stop talking to myself…

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"Come on Kid!"

I lifted the box full of my baking supplies and shoved it into Madori's hands, then picked up another filled with more of my stuff. I set it on the other box I gave him and pushed him towards the empty shop, "Let's hurry so we can play later!"

"Stop pushing me dangit!"

I grinned at the frazzled kitty and picked up another box. Dad dropped us off at the store we rented so me and Madori and start getting the boxes in the building while he went up to the hokage tower to finalize so complicate crap that I don't feel like explaining. I know that sooner or later Dad is going to start teaching me how to instate yourself into a village as a shopkeeper by myself, but until that day comes I'm just going to ignore that responsibility.

So while Dad dealt with that, I was in charge of organizing all of our goods from major to minor so that we can get everything set up easier. Now this usually would be a slower job for me because I'm scatterbrained, but Madori helps immensely with keeping me focused on this task. If I forget something, he usually remembers it, If I get sidetracked, he pushed me back to the main point. Where had this kid been all my life? He makes this so much easier.

I pushed open the glass door with my rump(Dad had the people he rented it from open it before he left.) and walked over to where Madori was setting my boxes down with my other baking supplies. In the back of the store we had already set a majority of Dad's stuff in sections. The sections was; Wood, Tools, Carvings, etc. I had my own stuff separated in their own areas too, that's just the easiest way to do it. We still had to get the personal supplies like our clothes and stuffs to our room at the inn, but after that we're home free! Not really, we'll have to finish cleaning up the store and then start planning on how we're going to set it up. I personally think that I should arrange the display only and let Dad handle the back. This is too much work for little old me.

I followed Madori out the store and helped him get the rest of the stuff out of our wagon. And If you're wondering. Mace and Brace are both still connected to the wagon, and Mace is doing a very good job at scaring people (Mostly civilians) away, I don't blame them from keeping their distance, Mace is terrifying.

"Are you the kids of the new owners?" I heard a voice ask, I paused before I walked into the store and looked over at the lady standing in front of the shop next to ours. She was a tall lady with pinned up black hair wearing a really pretty black kimono with violet sakura petal print and dark velvety trims. Gods I want that kimono! It's gorgeous! I totally need to check out this woman's shop soon.

I smiled up at the lady and nodded, "Yuppers! My Otou-sama owns the shop Onna-Sama!" I chirped, adjusting my grip on the large box I was carrying. In case you're wondering why I'm suddenly saying Otou-sama instead of Dad, Hello I'm a 18 year old American citizen! I don't use japanese honorifics unless I'm trying to annoy people or not make a scene. And since nobody here probably knows what, 'Dad" means anyways. Meh, language is annoying.

"Well aren't you responsibly little boy, I've noticed you and your sister taking those boxes in all by yourselves." Oh God, I couldn't stop the grin from stretching wider, she thinks I'm Dad's son! And that Madori was a little girl or my little sister, that's so backwards!

I puffed out my chest, "I'm really responsibly so I can do things without Otou-sama's help!" The lady chuckled, he voice was light and diggly, like bells! She walked closer to me since she was standing off near her shop and kneeled down to my level and ruffled my thick, tangly hair.

"We'll he is lucky to have such hard working children. I'm Ruina, it's a pleasure to meet you."

I let my grin shrink into a small smile, "I'm Rakka and my brother (*Snort*) is Madori. Don't worry, everyone thinks he is a little girl because of his hair. The pleasure is all mine Ruina-san!" I bowed to my fellow shopkeeper, mentally giggling at the sheepish looked that dominated her pretty face. I heard my store bell jingle as Madori poked his head out, eyes partially covered by a curtain of bangs. I can still see the bottom half of his face between the blue strains, a confused frown that was probably asking why I wasn't bringing in boxes anymore. I still don't understand how he could stand those bangs, covering his eyes and tickling his face.

I hummed out loud, maybe I just have sensitive skin.

"Ra-Baka, stop lollygagging around and help me finish up!"

"Okay okay!" I turned back to the pretty lady and gave a short bow, "It was nice meeting you Ruina-san!" I hurried back to the store to help Madori finish up, barely paying attention when I heard Ruina say something to herself.

It's probably not important to me anyways, not digging into THAT any time soon.

Not that there is anything wrong with it but...never mind. Minding my own business now.

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Y'know, now would be a great time to know how to tree walk or chakra leap, cause I can't for the life of me reach that damn top shelf!

I glared venomously at the innocent box sitting on the highest shelf of a store, a box that happened to be filled with my notebooks on the various recipes that I'm working on. It also had all of my notes, plans for my side of the business, and other shit I really need about now.

I tossed a glare over to the dark-skinned man who was talking to a finely dressed civilian about becoming a funder for our shop. I just know that dad was the one who got the wise idea to put my much needed stuff on the highest shelf that he KNOWS I can't reach, how do I know it was him? Who else can reach that thing? Not me or Tori-chan for sure.

I would be demanding Dad to get my stuff down if he wasn't doing something that was a tad more important than my stuff. Getting funders and making connections is something we're going to need when we finally open the shop, so I can wait to cuss him out until he was finished. He is lucky I can be mature.

So until he is done, I'm going to focus on the main problem at hand, getting my stuff. I ran my hand against my hair as I thought, does Tori-chan know how to tree walk? I know he has been practicing all those chakra control exercises in those scrolls, but I'm sure I would have noticed him walking on walls or attempting to.

So that means I'm probably going to have to stack and climb, oh goodie, let's see if I can avoid breaking my neck today.

I glanced around the store for anything I can use to get to that damn top shelf, which was actually a wide variety of things since it is a repair shop. I spotted a few crates pushed up against one of the support beams of the shop, I know that they are pretty sturdy and I'm still a lightweight , so I shouldn't break or bend them with my weight. At least I hope.

I went over and started dragging the crates throw the mostly bare store, unless you want to count all of the boxes laying around as decorations, soddy decorations at that. In case you're wondering what our store actually looks like, it is a 30 ft by 60 ft building that is split into two dominant parts, the standard 'store' part and the back where all the baking and repairs go on. The 'store' part is a 30 ft by 30 ft area that has four plain concrete pillars, the tiled floor was plain and a little dusty. Everything was a plain tan color, while a few cream tiles was scattered on the ground. The back was pretty much a standard repair shop, with a small kitchen for all my baking needs.

All in all it looks absolutely terrible! We got a lot of work to do before this place fits my tastes, it needs so much work done to it. I still haven't thought of a scheme for the place, but I'm fancying towards light cyan mixed with lavender and dark green. Somewhat contrasting colors baby!

Anywho, I stacked the smaller crate (Which was half my size) on top of the larger one, then started my ascent up the platforms.

Okay, almost there. I stood on my tippy toes and reached up for the box, straining my child arms as far as they can go. "Come on, so close!" I hissed lightly, trying not to lean too far in either direction to keep from falling and probably doing damage to our merchandise.

I tried for a few more seconds, before giving up with a huff. Okay so this isn't working like I hoped, maybe I should find another solid thing to stack it higher.

Just as I was going to turn around so I can get down, a muscular arm reached above my head and picked my box of the shelf. I whipped around and glared at Dad, "I was going to get it myself…" I pouted, watching as the tall man grinned down at me while holding my box with one hand.

"I could have gotten it if you asked Rakka-chan. No need to risk hurting yourself." He told me, gesturing me to get down with his free hand. I hopped off and brushed the dust that clinged on my trousers.

"I wanted to get it myself, I didn't want to bother you while you're busy with important business stuff."

Dad quirked his lips in amusement, "I'm your Tou-san, you can bug me all you want, you're my daughter so it's perfectly justifiable. Besides," He ruffled my tangly hair lightly, which still made it worse in my opinion, "You being all cute will draw in my associates, your charms does work wonders for our business."

"Ah shucks," I chuckled sheepishly, scratching my cheek lightly, "I know i'm adorable, but it feels nice to have it acknowledged."

"Hey, I acknowledge your cuteness all the time." He said in mock hurt, placing his large calloused hand over his open kimono. Y'know, I mean this in a totally innocent way, but Dad is actually a…(*Shudders*) it almost hurts me physically to say this, a Sexy Bastard. If how half the women react to him since we started to travel is any indication. He has his long dark chocolate tangly hair, dark brown skin, smashing body, and charming personality. He happens to be wearing an outfit very similar to mine, just...less decent. He has a dark red silken kimono top that had the sleeve rolled up and pinned at the shoulders. The kimono was tied loosely at his waist, with it open enough to show off his muscular chest and abs. He wears dark red trousers just like mine and brown strap sandals. He wears a thin golden necklace with a dog tag, he told me that if was a gift from mom on their first date. Overall, Dad was one hell of a looker for a civilian man, It give me hope that I'll become sexy in the future too. Mom was sexy and Dad is sexy, hopefully the genes passed down to me too.

I turned my head away from Dad and flicked my wrist at him, "Your acknowledgement doesn't matter to me because you acknowledge it all the time. Lay off a bit." I brushed past him before pausing, I turned around and smiled up at him.

Survival Rule: If you're trying to get something, make sure you actually get it. Y'know before somebody else does or you have to go back.

Why is that a survival rule? Because there is many MANY ways that can go wrong.

"Can I get my box now?"

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I leaned against the door frame, watching as Dad used his tools to carve intricate designs into one of the legs of the table he was making. Dad was using his time to start creating the tables we're going to use to furnish the store, since he can make them for much cheaper than paying a different craftsman, and his is better quality too!

I glanced behind me at the empty store section of our shop, it was getting close to night. The sky was just beginning to darken and people started to clear out of the business district. Not to say they are all gone, some shops in the business district stay open into the night, and If night shops are open, there needs to be night shoppers too.

But since we aren't a night shop, I was close to time for me to head to the inn. I didn't really want to leave Dad here to work alone, but he works better at night than I ever could. I can't match his night stamina, and I like sleep very very much.

"Dad, I'll be heading to the inn now, will you be back in time for dinner?"

I saw Dad nod, choosing to focus on his work than to face me. Welp, lets hope I don't get mugged on my way to the inn, I don't have any barrier seals with me.

I stopped at the door, before grimacing. I'd better not use my seals in the open, who knows what type of people would notice, and what they might do if then knew a 4 year old fuinjutsu user was around and foreign. That wouldn't end well for me…

New Rule: Don't show off skills in fuinjutsu at my age, or at all unless necessary. Don't be a show off. That'll get you very bad attention. Of the shinobi kind.

"I'll save you a portion! Later Dad!" I left the store after that, only hearing a low reply before he probably went back to working. I looked around the street, seeing fewer people than I've grown accustomed to in my short time here. "Better hurry," I muttered, ignoring the people still out as I walked towards Ornob Inn, thankfully it isn't that far away from our shop, so we should be there in no time.

I made sure to walk in the middle of the road, just incase anyone wants to go child snatching, and to keep an eye on my surroundings. Sure this is a shinobi village, but lots of things can happen in a shinobi village. "Like snakes biting kids." I whispered to myself as I shuddered, cursed hickeys aren't my thing. And being a civilian is even worse, nobody cept my friends and family would care if I was gone, but then again, I mused, even clan children have been caught by them.

Survival Rule: Stick to the middle of all roads at night, cause you don't want to be snatched by any child snatcher that may be lurking around.

Another rule: Just because you're in a shinobi village doesn't mean you're safe. Never forget that.

I shook my head hard, stopping in front of the Inn we were staying at. Huh, I seem to be getting lost in thought more often than usual. I frowned. I need to stay focused.

I rubbed my hand against my head as I walked into the inn's lobby, "I get lost in thought way too easy, need to break that habit soon." I nodded my head at the receptionist as I passed him, heading to our room on the second floor.

When I finally got to the room we live in, I grinned at the sight of Madori sitting on our shared bed in the lotus position, eyes closed as he concentrated on whatever the heck he was doing. For once he had his blue hair pulled back into a high ponytail, his bangs barred from his face. I noticed the pieces of paper stuck to his forehead, three decent sized paper strips clinging to either side of his face and down the middle. He also had smaller pieces of paper stuck down the length of his arms, man somebody has been putting in work while I was working at the store.

I decide not to bother the training kid, instead I head to the mini kitchen to get started on dinner. I dig into the tiny fridge and pull out the ingredients to make Sukiyaki, Kansai-style, Yum. While I prepared dinner, I let my thought wonder to Madori. Honestly, the kid has impressed me, he already far surpassed me in the art of being all ninja like. He has been pushing himself to catch up with his age group ever since I spotted a few child shinobi going at it on a more public training grounds. The children of the Second and Third war are terrifyingly powerful, which was needed in war times, but they're broken mentally because they were pushed into this life at too young of an age. Children in most families are regarded as little adults, but that is just not true.

I pushed the beef in the pan around absentmindedly, children are children, their brains are not built to take the same strain that adults go through. So many children in this world are mentally damaged, and most of them never heal. I guess that's one of the reasons I was so sceptical on Madori leading the life of a ninja. But honestly, the boy is already cracked, I've been trying my damnedest to heal the small cracks in his fragile mind before it splinters anymore. It's one of the biggest reasons I introduced stories from my world to him. As a child you are easily malleable, your personality can be shaped by the littlest influences, I told him about heros such as Chrom, Sonic, and a few others. I choose these guys because they are mentally sound and have powerful personalities, even with their large flaws. I want Madori to grow into a strong, unbreakable personality, so that he can fight in this world without the dangers of being fragile of mind and easily breakable.

I also told him of broken heros, such as Cloud, and a few others. To show him that even if you are broken beyond compare, you can still hold on and fight with your heart still intact, bleeding and beaten, but intact. I want him to have strong and broken role models, to know differences and similarities of their lives. I really hope he can learn from them. I really do.

I hummed Aerith's theme to myself lightly as I finished preparing the dinner, taking two decent portions for me and Madori. With two chakra extensive children around, and one of them being active in training, we need lots of food and energy to keep up with high metabolism, y'know?

"Madori, come over and get your food!"

The 7 year old peaked open one eye, "I'll be there in a minute."

I scowled at him, "Eat now before the food gets cold, you can go back to training after dinner."

He snorted and opened both of his eyes to stare at me, "You just made it, it isn't going to get cold THAT fast." I gave the cheeky brat my, 'Womanly glare of doom', even if I wasn't a woman now, I still perfected the stare in my last life. He glared back at me for awhile, but after a few seconds of the glare battle he finally gave in and let all the paper drop off of his body.

I grinned in triumph and sat down at the mat, I watched the brat as he sat down next to me and picked up the chopsticks I set out earlier. I can tell just by looking at him that his training had worn him out, unlike me who slumps most of the time, he only slumps when his is exhausted. I'm not a chakra sensor by any means, but I can tell that his chakra was running a little low, just how long was he doing that exercise anyways?

Well it doesn't matter now, he has a good meal in front of him and that is sure to give him all the energy and calories he's going to need.

Speaking of meals, I need to eat!

We ate dinner in silence, Madori was obviously too tired for conversation and I was busy focusing on the food in front of me. I absentmindedly chewed the beef (mmm beef.) and thought about the new recipes I was planing on adding to my menu.

I think Moon pies, one of my favorite snacks in my past life. Two graham cracker cookies with marshmallow filling coated in delicious dark chocolate. Yum. I wasn't worried about the ingredients, chocolate and marshmallows aren't hard to get in a village this big with such good trade routes. Dad managed to get some of the more, exotic goods, scheduled for import. I know a good recipe graham crackers, and I need to experiment with the chocolate coating a bit, hopefully to make it more yummy and to add my own flair.

I took Madori's empty plate and shooed him off to bed, I stacked it on top of my own and took them to the small sink so I can wash them while they're hot. I also need to wrap Dad's dinner for later, knowing him, he is probably going to be working well into the midnight hour. He doesn't do it often, but I tend to worry when he does. But like I mentioned earlier, his body is used to long days and nights working, I can't function with as little sleep as he gets.

Back to my business, I think I should add Chocolate banana pie to the list, I already have the stuff to make it after all, but having so many chocolate based pies might not be the best. I need more variety…

I wiped my hands off on the towel, and stored Dad's dinner in the fridge. With that all done, all I had to do was plan and sleep, it's not like I can talk to Madori, who was curled up on our bed sound asleep. And maybe i've done enough planning too, so sleep is a good option.

I turned off the lights in the room and hurried over to the occupied bed, I slide under the cover on my side and pulled the pillow under with me. I felt Tori-chan shuffle a bit on his side, before crawling over to me under the covers and latching onto my side.

Man this kid likes to cuddle.

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I walked amongst the crowds as I examined the stores and stands lined up in the business/market district. I ruffled my hair harshly, a small grimace on my face.

"Why the hell am I out here?" I asked myself, letting my hand fall to my neck.

I wasn't sure why I was out in this district, I didn't need anything here and I don't have any ryo on me in the first place. I scoped out any useful stores a few days ago, so I don't need to do so now. Heck, our personal food stores are doing nicely, so I don't need to go shopping for food.

Dad was in his workshop again, In the week that we've been here he has already gotten a few job requests, basic repairs for buildings and a few requests for furniture. I myself haven't done anything except plan the goods for my bakery, since it won't do me any good to use my ingredients if I'm not selling them. I did experiment with new recipes, but I still have to be mindful of my inventory.

Last I saw, Madori was looking for a park to run at. He has been focusing on chakra control for two weeks now, but he hasn't been training physically as much as he needs too. So I decide that he needs to have a training regimen to follow, It's not too extensive or anything, but it's enough to burn him out. After eating breakfast, I have him do stretches in our room. Madori is naturally flexible and children don't have to stretch as much as adults, but I think that pushing him through the more complicated stretches detailed in one of Dad's scrolls is good for increasing his flexibility among other things. After stretches I told him to jog to one of the large parks and run laps, I join him sometimes for running, since it's one of my favorite things to do despite my lazy nature. I, not surprisingly, outlast him when we do laps, but he has proven that he is definitely faster than me.

I used the scrolls Dad collected over the years to pick out things for Madori to learn, it's the only reason that he has been able to slowly catch up with his age group. But I'm a little worried about him training out in the open, unlike me he can afford to be caught training with chakra, but I'm worried about him learning so much without a shinobi trainer. We're in a shinobi village, and even if I don't know everything about them, I do know that they will wonder why a foreign child would know how to do so many exercises but probably won't dig too deeply. But if he starts using actual jutsus and any of the real techniques I've read in the scrolls, then we all will be in deep dodo.

I'll wait until we're back on the road or he joins Konoha officially before he starts on any jutsus. That's my final say on it.

Now, back to the matter at hand, figuring out what to do…

"Oof!"

I slammed into the ground on my side, gritting my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. I heard something groan next to me, probably what ran into me.

I pushed myself on my knees, rubbing my injured side. "Can you learn to watch where you're running? Not everyone can dodge a charging bull!"

"Ow ow ow, sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" The boy, sure sounded like one, said as he scrambled to get on his feet. I stood up and glared halfheartedly at the black haired kid, putting my hands on my hips.

I squinted down at him, "Always pay attention to where you're walking kid, I could've been a trash can or a metal pole. I don't think you want to run into those at that speed."

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, before taking a good look at me. "HEY," he shouted indignantly, "Who are you calling a kid! You're a kid too!" He pointed his finger in my face.

I grabbed his hand and pushed it down, "It's rude to point pup. Now why are you running around like a charging bull?"

The 5 year old, he looks like one, stood straight like he was whipped in the back by a ruler. He threw both of his hands up and gripped at his midnight hair. "I'm late for class again!" he shouted, turning on his heel and sprinting off to where I vaguely knew the Academy was.

...huh, I'm pretty sure that was little Obito…

Survival Rule: Don't antagonize future OP psychos with questionable abilities. Not too much anyways, who knows if they will remember later.

I'm so going to bug that kid if I see him again.

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"A swipe over here, A dash over there!"

I sung to myself, using the brush in my hand to leave lavender streaks on the just dried wall of light cyan. The walls that I was painting was a solid cyan, was, I was currently leaving streaks of lavender paint on it's surface. They best part about doing this is that I can be as messy (It doesn't dribble) as I want and it will still look amazing, I've always held myself as an artist and this is a wonderful way to prove it.

While I was finishing the streaking of the walls, Dad was finishing painting the rest of the store cyan. Madori was looking over all of our new tiles we ordered for the flooring, they were supposed to be cyan with green squares. Hopefully we got the right shipment this time… Anyways, after we finish painting the walls and letting them dry, Dad is going to remove all the old floor tiles in the store section and put up temporary support beams until we get the new pillars.

After we get all the base crap done, then we're going to bring in the tables, chairs, and other decorations. Thankfully we already had the display counter and all that shiz installed, so that is only a matter of stocking it up with desserts.

I stood back and admired my work, "Perfect!"

"All the tiles check out!" I heard Tori-chan shout from his area, I turned on my heel to face him and skipped over to where the blue haired kid was putting the tiles back in the boxes they came in. I glanced down at a box that was laying away from the others, It was sealed shut so I knew that Tori-chan hadn't opened it.

"Hey Kitten, what's this box for?" I bent over and shifted the box around until I could see its label. It's label was to our address...but it didn't say what was in it or where it came from, funny.

Madori frowned and tapped the box with his foot, "I don't know, It was just sitting on top of the other boxes that the tiles came in. I was thinking to just let Oji-san handle it."

"I guess that is smart." I mumbled, shifting the box around lazily. I glanced over at Dad, he wasn't painting anymore from what I could see, he probably finished painting while I looking at the box. He still looked busy though, and that wall over there is due a good lavender splatter.

"Let's get to painting!" I cheered, throwing the hand that had the still wet paintbrush in the hair, and coincidently splattering droplets of lavender on myself. Oops.

I skipped over to the lavender paint can I left over on the wall that's drying and took it over to the now dry cyan wall to start the process of streaking it all over again.

"I wouldn't call that painting, you're just flapping that thing all over the wall," Must. Resist. Dirty. Thoughts."I'd hardly call that artistic talent."

I swung my brush behind me, "You simply do not understand the beauty of art, how the paint leaves visions of scenes not there, and it lasts for as long as it is taken care of." I spoke dramatically, hearing a spudder that I flatly ignore, "Art is an amazing thing, not bound to just one state of being. It exists and many forms an-"

"YOU GOT PAINT ON ME YOU BAKA!" The brat yelled in my ear. I jumped back and glared at him, rubbing my poor ear.

"So? You interrupted my talk about art! You're lucky I don't have puppets or exploding clay!"

Madori stepped up in my space and glared up at me, a large streak of lavender across his face and in some of his hair.

"You. Got. Paint on me!" He griped.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, it'll wash off. Don't be such a girl about it Kitten." Y'know...I probably shouldn't antagonized him anymore before he decides to attack me or something. He has been getting stronger, I probably can't overpower him anymore. He is faster too, so my only hope is outlasting the kid using Uzumaki superiority.

"That's it." Oh now he looks scary, probably should run now. I yelped when he charged and dodge out of the way of his tackle, hearing him crash against the wet wall with a 'splack!'. I snickered at the look on his face when he turned away from the wall, He had lavender paint all over his front and one hell of a stank face. "I'm going to kill you."

I busted out laughing at his threat, "Didn't think before you act much? Ahaha!" He was by far the least threatening thing here, screw the face that he CAN hurt me, he looks so cute all frazzled. I stepped back while trying to control my wild laughter, "Gods you're adorable Kitten, just the cutest little thing all trying to be threatening and like."

Madori made a sound that sounded like a cross between a hiss and a howl, and rammed into me. I still couldn't stop laughing, pulling both of my arms over my face while he rained down surprisingly hard punches, I almost think he is really trying to hurt me.

"Help! Help! The kitten is assaulting me!"

-Punch-"OW!"

"Shut up!"

Note to self: Really need to stop pissing people off.

OoOoOoO

I pointedly ignored the ice daggers thrown at me as I hummed cheerfully. Why was I so happy? Because it was almost opening time! The day for Yurei's Repair & Bakery grand opening was near! After spending a whole month in Konoha working on our shop and all the constant building we had to do, It feels great to finally open up our business. Now if our business is successful and we make all of our intended profits, then we will definatly be set to move to Tetsu next year. Dad has already made some decent money assisting with the repairs around the village, and doing a few jobs after the workshop was finished.

I happen to have been given my first job too! Dad told me that one of his associates sent him an order for 20 Sweet Potato pies, 15 Chocolate Strawberry pies, and 8 Raspberry Tarts. The client's name is Toniri Arubgetto, that last name man, and he need these pies for a business party he is holding for his businesses recent boost in standings. It's my first job for the shop and it's pretty damn big for some fancy party, but hopefully they'll be a big hit. My pies are western born, so bringing them into the Eastern world was one of the reasons I'm so successful! If i'm lucky, then they will ask about were Toniri order his pies from and will come to our shop to buy more! Then we can really start making profits!

Oh Dad, I love how you have such amazing connections. You make my life so much easier.

Now the pies need to be made on October 15th, the day of our grand opening. That's 3 days away, and they will be our first official customers. All I can do now is pray it's going to go smoothly, check my inventory, and start baking the pies I'm going to need on top of the pies for the party. Now I'll probably need at least 20 of each pie…

~ A while later ~

I watched Dad wrap the decorative...er..wrap things around the new pillars while Madori carried the finished tables out with the help of a few genin, yeah genin. Dad decided that the final stretch was just too much for him the be the only heavy lifter around, so he hired a team of genin to help. I didn't recognize the genin sent to help us, but that just meant I have more to learn.

I handed Dad the last wrap thingy and took the empty box in the back to place it in the storage for later use. To be honest I really wasn't doing much to help, I finished everything I can do and I don't need to start on the rest of my duties until tomorrow. I could help bring the tables out, but we have plenty of hands for that already. Dad already had the booths and the new counters in. The display cases are all set and dad already placed some barrier seals in hidden locations.

So yeah, I'm all set. I walked over and climbed up on one of the booths, I pulled my legs in and watched the genin set the tables in the pattern we decided. Done with helping them, Madori walked over to my booth and climb onto the other seat, silent as a rock.

"So this is what a D-rank mission is…" Madori muttered to himself, looking at the working genin with a mildly annoyed look. Whether that look is because he is still mad at me or if he was directing it the genin.

I shrugged, "You can't just expect to go on amazing adventures and do epic battles right of the back. Genin are the lowest rank in the shinobi system, they have a lot of room to learn and grow and all. This is where every shinobi starts out."

He sighed, "Okay I get that… but It's kinda lackluster." I smiled as a thought came to my mind, lackluster is good, I remember from the manga that if it isn't lackluster, then it is life threatening and everything goes wrong. I'd probably have 5 heart attacks if I heard that one of Madori's missions went wrong.

I voiced my thoughts, "Lackluster is good, lackluster means you're still alive to get stronger. But genin do go through some shit, a lot of shit. So it isn't as lackluster as you think." Madori brushed his bangs to the side of his head and rested his cheek in his palm.

Speaking of the genin, the ringleader of the trio was talking to Dad about something, a flat look on his face. Am I the only one who notices that all the de facto leaders of genin teams are alway these 'cool' types. He looked pretty young, probably about 10 years old based on looks alone. He had dark blond hair pulled up into a short ponytail, lightly tanned skin, and a small but fit body. I saw earlier that he had green eyes, he also holds himself differently than his teammates. He tends to be more..professional than the other two, he didn't complain about the mission openly or otherwise. He wore a mesh shirt under a dark blue jacket and tan trousers that was taped at the bottom. He wore standard shinobi equipment as far as I can see.

His teammates was talking by one of the tables, the male waving his hand lazily as the girl talked in a hush tone. They were both probably the same age as the leader, and they are all about the same height. The boy was a spiky black-haired brown eyed teen with two silver studs in his ears, he was wearing a fur lined coat and black tapped pants. The girl was wearing a light blue sweater with a dark violet cut off jacket, she had a tan skirt with visible black tights. Her blonde hair was pulled into two small pigtails with little ribbons at the ends. Unlike the two guys, I can clearly see a little spiked whip attached to a belt at her hip.

I never caught their names, but I don't think i'll see them that often during my stay.

"Ra-baka, It's almost time for lunch." I inclined my head back, I did have a Chocolate Banana pie crust in the oven for lunch. I wonder If the genin want to stay for a bite.

"Hmm." I pushed myself off the booth and walked over to the leader and Dad. Dad's eyes flickered to me as I approached the two, the kid glancing down at me. "Hey Tou-san, are the genin staying for lunch?"

Dad shrugged and looked down at the kid, who doesn't even come up to his waist, "Do y'all mind staying for lunch?" I looked past the kid to see a young man sitting at one of the tables behind him (Where the hell did he come from!? Freaking ninjas) and clear his throat.

"Ah, thanks for the offer Yurei-san, I'm sure my students can spare a minutes of their time to enjoy your hospitality." He said cheerfully, this guy was obviously their Jonin sensei. He looked fairly average, which was a good thing for a shinobi. The man had long black hair pulled into a low ponytail and a fine, angular face. He had black eyes and was wearing the standard shinobi attire along with a jonin vest.

The blond spoke up after his sensei's decision, "We don't have time to sit round and do nothing, we need to report our missions completion and finish training." He voiced his thoughts, eyebrows drawn together in some sort of expression (I'm not good at reading people okay?).

The man chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, causing the boy to glare at him and slap his hand away. Or at least he attempted to, kid's sensei kept an iron grip on his hair. "Oh I think we can spare a few, what do you two think?"

The two who had walked up once they noticed their sensei was here smiled widely, even if the boy's was more sly. The boy spoke up first, "Well Eumo-Sensei, I say we stay, why would I miss a chance to eat free food?"

"Yeah," The girl started, "I haven't ate anything all morning! I can use a break from all that training." She grinned at the irritated blond, "And you're overruled, we do plenty of training and missions non-stop Jono, this won't hurt at all!"

The newly dubbed Jono scoffed and crossed his arms, "You can get a break when we all go home, I don't see why I should waste my time here any longer."

I leaned over to Madori, who walked over to catch what was going on, and whispered lightly into his ear, "Looks like we have a downer here." I couldn't see his expression cause his bangs fell over his face on my side, but I did here a soft huff from him.

"We going to need a lot of plants to fix that one." He whispered back, I bust out in low snickers and nudge the boy in the side.

"The grade A or the grade D?" More immature snickers.

"Hey, what the hell are you talking about squirts?" The spiky haired boy looked down at us curiously.

Me and Madori (I think) shared glances and smiled innocently at the genin. I tilted my head to the side and rocked back on my heels, "Nothing you need to worry about genin-san." I sung, bumping my hip into Madori's side. The boy glanced at me from between his hair and looked at the genin. "Just talk between two little kids."

He stood up straight and side-eyed us, "Of course. Bu-"

A clap sounded from where the others are, "It's decided then," Eumo-sensei smiled brightly from his spot between his students, "We're all staying." We that's the news I've been waiting for! Now I can finally decide what to make for lunch!

I smacked Madori on the back and ran to the kitchen to start cooking, leaving the group of 6 people back in the store section to await my yummy morsels, just not as small.

~ After the food be done cookin' ~

"So your son is the one that does the cooking?" The girl asked, Minda, before shoving a decent amount the side salad I made into her mouth.

Dad smiled proudly, "You bet, I have no talent in cooking and Madori-chan here isn't all too good at it either. So Rakka-chan is the lead chef of this house and a good one at that."

"I'm this awesome because I have loads of experience," I boasted, "Dad can barely make the basics and Tori-chan (*Hissing*) doesn't know what he's doing." I instinctively ducked under the thrown chopstick, before sticking my tongue out at the irritated kitten. Said kitten glared ice kunai at me, before shoving chicken into his mouth, man what is with everyone shoving my food into their mouths. Is it just that good or are they just that hungry…?

Eumo-sensei leaned into the palm of his hand, staring at Dad with a odd gaze. "Yurei-san, how are you enjoying your stay in Konoha so far?"

Dad leaned back on his chair and rubbed his chin with a firm grip, "I can say that I haven't had much time to enjoy my stay here, I work throughout most of the day and don't have much time off. Though I still enjoy the times where I can take the kids to some of the more fun stores and spend time enjoying the beauty that is this village. I hope to take a little more time off once the shop gets integrated with the Markets Circle, so I can spend a little more time with my family. What about you Rakka-chan?" Dad smiled down at me, which also had the effect of everyone staring down at me. Great now i'm the center of attention, not that I mind.

"Konoha is really pretty, the people here are really pretty too. Everyone is nice to me (well mostly) and the atmosphere is great! I really like it here." Too bad we're not staying, but I'm not going to be looking forward to dealing with half the crap that's happening in this village. Personally I don't want to deal with this world at all, but I had plenty of time to get over it. I glanced over at Madori, waiting for his input.

"It's better than where I grew up, and this is the place that I can actually fulfill my dreams at." Well that wasn't detailed, but I guess it makes sense that he is being a little cryptic with his answers around people he doesn't know.

"Good good, I'm glad. Now how did you come about Konoha? Is there a story?" Eumo-sensei asked. Y'know, I'm willing to bet 50 ryo that he is just profiling us, or he is really curious, either or.

Flipping Ninja.

"Well, I've been traveling around for most of my life, give or take 30 years. I can say that I have traveled everywhere in the elemental nations as my time as a merchant. I enjoy traveling the lands, and now that I have kids to share my love of traveling and all of my learned trades with. I have high hopes for these kids." He grinned down at me and Tori-chan, to which I grinned back just as wide. Madori hid behind his bangs and scratched at the hair behind his ears.

"Now as to konoha, I've been to this village plenty of times, but I never stay too long. Many of my valuable contacts live in konoha, and I need to make arrangements and trades with them fairly often."

"Your story telling sucks Tou-san." I interrupted cheerfully, Dad mock glared at me for the input.

The two more open genin laughed, "And no I can't do better, I learned from you after all~"

"Hey kid," Minda spoke up, "What's these?" She held up the cookie shaped wrapper I set in each of their dishes, I recognized it of course. It was the Moon pies I was experimenting with, I had extras laying around in the back so I decided to put them to use.

"I was wondering what those was too," The spiky haired preteen said, holding his own cookie wrapper, "Is it some new type of cookie?"

I nodded, picking up my own moon pie and unwrapping it. I showed the dark chocolate fudge coated cookie pie to them, "This, my friends, is a Moon pie, not to be confused with a moon cake. This is a recipe I've been working on for commercial sell, but I've been having issues deciding If I should take the cake cookie approach, the gram cracker approach, or maybe used some other type of filling instead of marshmallow. These right here are the Cookie cake type, with vanilla flavored marshmallow and cinnamon spiced dark chocolate. Not the healthiest thing around, but I run a bakery, what do you expect? Feel free to dine." I finished, before taking a big bite of the moon pie.

I almost squealed in happiness! It tasted so good and the flavor combinations mixed together so well in my mouth! In case you're wondering, no I didn't test these before hand. I know I know, rules of cooking state to always try your food before serving, but I knew it was going to be good so why not let the customer's experience it along with me? And no I don't think I'm taking advantage of them...I'm just..uh..nevermind.

I LUV SWEETS! …*cough* back to the show.

I watched in anticipation as everyone started unwrapping their own pies, Gods I hope everyone shares my thoughts on it. I kneaded my hands together nervously. Of course, Dad and Madori are the first to try it, since the both trust my cooking enough to know I won't poison them or anything like that. Dad hummed after he swallowed the piece of pie, I knew he would like it, this family loves sweet things. Madori didn't express anything like usual, instead I could tell he liked it based on the fact that was focusing on eating it and nothing else.

"Wow~ These are great!" The kunoichi exclaimed, "Where did you get the idea for this Rakka-san?" The spiky-haired guy, Reyumaru, nodded at her question.

"I haven't seen anything like this around these parts."

Now what to tell them, "I thought it up after I saw something like this at one of the stands we visited in Chōsa Ninmu. I decided to innovate that into this masterpiece. I hope they sell well, I know that is does seem a little foreign like most of my pastries, but mostly everyone I've selled to enjoys them."

"It's good to try something new every once in awhile, " She said, "I think they will sell just fine, especially since we don't have many places that sell this type of food. Other than Uno's Tastery."

Uno's Tastery? The hell is a Tastery? That's something i'll need to look into when I can.

"As great as it tastes, it's not a good part of a shinobi's diet, so hopefully none of you kiddies get to attached to Yurei-chan's pastries. Okay?" The two nodded at Eumo-sensei's words, It looks like everyone's finished eating their lunches, which was a fairly normal platter for a japanese bento. Like onigiri, chicken, noodles, veggies, etc etc. Since everything is done, I'm gonna take everyone's plates to get washed.

While I started that, I noticed Eumo-sensei and Dad talking about something, but since I'm not going to attempt to eavesdrop on a jonin's conversation, i'll do my job like a good little worker.

After all: Survival rule: Don't try to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, especially if it's somebody much much MUCH stronger than you.

OoOoOoO

I slipped the last pie into it's package and set it on top of the last set of packaged pies. I sighed and ran my hand against my hair, I glanced over at window and looked at the darken sky outside. It was early, really early, only about 5 am. If there is one thing I don't like, it was waking up early. Now don't go around thinking I can't deal with being up early, I can, I just hate missing sleep. I love sleeping too much to shorten my time in it's embrace.

Now as to what I was doing, I was finishing packing all of the pies for the big party today, yeah that's right, THE PARTY IS TODAY! Gods I'm going to be run ragged, I need to hurry up.

"The party is at 7:30 am but the pies need to be delivered an hour before." I repeated to myself, trying to get these times imprinted into my head. I picked up the boxed pies and took them out to the wagon, where all the other pies I made for the party was stacked and strapped down. I set the new batch in and closed the wagon up.

The store opens at 9:00 am, so after sticking around to serve at the party, I should have enough time to get back to the store and change into my costume. Me and Madori are going to be dressing up in costumes while advertising our store, but that's for later.

"Humph." Mace glared down at me as if to say, 'Hurry up and mount me so I can go back to lazing around.' He stood hooked up to the wagon like usual, his red eyes staring holes into my head.

I huffed and rolled my eyes, "Okay okay! I'm coming, stop being so impatient Mace." He snorted at me and turned his head away, his mane waving lightly in the small wind blowing around. I opened the door again and recounted the pies, just to be sure I wasn't short on anything. "Okay, let's go."

I climbed into the seat of the wagon (What is that called again?) and picked up Mace's reins, I cracked them lightly, "To the Toniri's….er….his business thingy….uh...nevermind." Pretty sure Mace is rolling his eyes at me now as he started pulling the wagon. Now where is Tonrir-san's place….? Man i'm glad I'm starting early.

The trip to the business was uneventfully, nothing happened other than me catching a glimpse of a Hyuuga clan member talking to one of the stand owners I passed by on my way here. And where was here? Here is currently a large business plaza with three story buildings surrounding the outside and various stands circling the island in the middle. Despite the early hours, I can see a lot of people walking around doing things, like talking to each other or exchanging goods.

I pull Mace up to one of the stands, "Excuse me! But can you tell me which building Toniri-sama is currently based in?" I asked the businessman.

He glanced at me and pointed to the building station in between the two halves of the plaza before walking away, rude man. Must have a lot of stuff to do, like me, like I should be doing right now. "Okay then, thanks…" I shake my head and started for the building the man pointed out, it was, for lack of better words, a pretty normal Konoha building. Just a bit more bigger than the standard civilian business building, for the ones who have buildings.

"Mace, guard the wagon." I called out to the large stallion as I piled the packages onto a smaller pulley wagon, he just huffed at me, so i'll take that as a yes. I tugged the wagon into the building and started by search for Tonrir, asking random employees and civilians if they've seen him or not. This is a time that I really wish I knew what this man looked like, save me a lot of trouble right now. I glanced at a clock set on one of the walls, 6:03 am, I still have plenty of time to find the guy and help out when I can.

It took a few infuriating minutes of searching, asking, and wandering around until I FINALLY found myself standing in front of this man's office, with once killer headache to boot. I knocked on the door and waited for somebody to answer.

"Come in." I heard a deep voice echo from the room, I opened the door and walked into the well furnished office, pulling the pies with me. Behind the office desk and seated in the chair was a middle-aged dirty blonde hair man, dressed in a crisp black sweater with a grey red-rimmed vest buttoned on top. He had his sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and I couldn't see the rest of his outfit. He glanced up at me from the paper work on his desk and set his pen to the side.

"What business do you have here?" He asked me in that same voice, his dark green eyes regarding me with a bit of curiosity. I set the wagon's handle down on the ground and gave the man a respectful bow.

"I'm Yurei Rakka, the only child of Yurei Kamiaki. I'm here to deliver the pies you requested for your business party, and to act as a volunteer for the party until 8:00 am."

I watched as he folded his hands and rested his chin on them, kinda like a uchiha, heh. "Yurei-san… Yes I was expecting the pies to be delivered at 6:30, but you came early," He looked pleased, even though he sounded otherwise. "That's good, however I didn't expect the one who would be delivering would be the owner's son, let alone a child."

"I'm responsible and I know how to get things done, it's why Otou-sama trust me to handle a good deal of our business. Now where do you want me to take these pies?" I gestured to the pies behind me.

"Actually, Let my assistants take the pies, why don't you stay here for a bit? You said you were volunteering?" Well he is nicer than I thought he would be, even if he has the disposition of a flipping uchiha. The door opened behind me and a few people stood behind me, they we're probably civilians since their chakra levels was awfully low for shinobi, unless they're academy students, but I doubt that. Tonrir glanced up at the group behind me and pointer at the wagon full of pies. "You four, take the pies and place them with the other party desserts, after that tell the stands that we will be starting at 7:20 and to get ready early."

"Hai." I looked over my shoulder and watched the four take my wagon out of the office, the tallest barking extra orders at the other three. Man, I sweatdropped, I really hope I get my wagon back after this…

"Sit down." Holy shit he was trying to talk to me wasn't he? Wait there is a chair in here?

"Hai!" I walked up to the chair and got on it, shuffling a bit in my seat before facing the man. He pulled back from his hands and leaned back onto his fancy black leather chair, y'know….I really want a chair like that! It'll make me feel cool!

"Now tell me what you're good at and I'll see if we have any positions open."

Now what to say what to say…, "I am a good chef, I'm fast, I have good stamina, I'm a good leader, and I have experience doing various job positions, such as; Cleaning, Managing, Advertising, Cooking. I have a little experience crafting, welding, painting, dancing, and providing entertainment. However my biggest skill is my skills as a chef." Why does it feel like I'm doing a job interview instead?

"Good good," he spoke quietly, "Impressive set of skills for a civilian child, so i'll do this. I want you to be stationed as the prime server for you goods. I want you to take care of the distribution of your pies and advertisement, I made a deal with Yurei-san to promote his new business and this is the opportunity to do so. If you are as skilled as you and Yurei-san claim, then I will lend my aid for Yurei's Repair & Bakery. Do you accept?"

…

Well shit.

Part II End

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