Chapter Two

(There has been a time skip of nine years)

Twelve years I had been training my unusual psychic abilites and blood line limits to be as well rounded as possible.

Twelve years of brutal, back breaking work to get to where I was now.

I was a Chuunin, and over the years my abilites had expanded to unbelievable points.

So here I sat, getting evaluated for a solo A rank mission. I was sixteen, a perfectly good age, but I had not bothered to press Jounin level yet. So why was I going on an A rank mission?

"Your weapons are not listed," the nin said.

I sighed. "Machete, whip, twin daggers, a glider, shuriken, kunai, smoke bombs, poisens, and a windmill shuriken. Exact enough for you?" I told the nin in a bitchy tone.

He looked at me. "You don't sound like a Chuunin," he said, evaluating my body.

I leaned forward slightly, intimidating him. "Is it any of your business what I choose to do with my life?"

He shook his head, stamping the paper with an approved sign.

I took the paper, left, eager to begin my mission.

I left hte building, hopping roof tops, saying hello to a few decent friends, stopped by the gear shop and picked up some more shuriken and continued straight back to the house. I never came around to calling it home.

I slipped through my window (I very rarely used the door) and quickly reorganzied myself.

I was packing and my sharpening my blades when Shikamaru walked in, and flopped down on my bed.

"How did you manage to get and A rank mission?" he asked, looking at my papers.

I smirked. "My abilites would be a huge asset to the mission, so I'm allowed to tag along for deffensive purposes. That's not to say I can't fight all out too," I told him.

Shikamaru and I had come close over the years, and we were just like brother and sister.

I didn't have many other people I confided in for anything. I socialized, yes, but I kept quiet and kept thoughts to myself.

"Sounds like you," he said.

Our relationship was strange. It was mostly silent, but at the same time we understood eachother.

"Hey Shikamaru!" Chouji called. Chouji was a somewhat close friend also.

"He's in here, Chouji," I called, while flicking Shikamaru. He was too lazy to even say he was in my room.

Chouji stepped into my room, bag of chips in hand, and waved as he swallowed down a mouthful of chips. "Hey Amaya, where are you going?"

"A rank mission," I said, closing my bag and pulling onto my back.

"Oh," he said, somewhat suprised. "Well good luck," he said.

I smirked. I always had luck on my side. "Thanks, see you guys in a few weeks," I said, before jumping out my window.

The mission was actually starting in Konoha, and other ninja from other villages were coming to.

I read the paper again, memorizing the information.

This mission mustbe completed as quickyl as possible. No matter the cost. Three Jounin from each major nation will make up a squad to track Eiji; an internationally wanted criminal.

Mission is to conitnue until the fugitive is captured.

Along the bottom was a list of places Eiji had last been seen. Otherwise we were on our own, which I didn't mind.

I didn't know the three men that were coming from our village, but I did know I didn't want to associate with either of them. They looked irritating.

All four other nations showed up quickly, and one from Suna was in charge according to his paper.

"Alright, becasue there is an even number of sixteen, each of you will be paired according to your weaknesses to avoid casualties.

I tuned out the names, knowing I could pick the names out of their brains in seconds if I needed to, and only listened for my name.

"... Finally Amaya and Kankuro," the leader said.

Kankuro was from the sand, older brothe to the Kazekage, and used puppets for battle. Long range strictly, While I was mid or short range.

He had light brown hair, hardly visible because of a hat style thing over his head, probably because of the sand and sun of Suna, and had an all black body suit on along with three scrolls on his back. He also wore purple facepaint, which I could not see the point in besides scaring the shout out of the enemy.

"You are Amaya?" He asked.

I crossed my arms, leaning on one leg. "Yeah."

"Hotaka, this girl isn't even a Jounin-"

"Well it's my damn right to choose what I want-

"Quiet," the leader said. "It was a great deal in the meetings but it was decided Chuunin or not, the girl would be useful in our man hunt. You'll have to deal with her," he said. "Move out north east!"

We all ran in silence, and I could feel Kankuro's gaze on me. I looked over in his direction, and for a second we shared angry glares, but looked away.

He didn't like me and I didn't like him. As Shikamaru would say; How troublesome.