Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Naruto characters. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto. But their babies are mine! -evil laugh-

Author's Note - None. :)


A fifteen-year-old Aburame Miraye awoke as her kikaichuu bugs under her skin hummed softly. She turned her head to look at the clock. It read 7:00. Training started in forty-five minutes.

Miraye sat up in the dark room, tying her soft black hair back with a rubber band she had on her slender wrist. She reached for her sunglasses on the bedside table. When they were snugly against her nose and covering her eyes, she stood and walked to the window, throwing the curtain open.

Her room was a wreck. Black clothes were scattered everywhere. The wood floor beneath them was unseen. Miraye removed the black tee-shirt and sweats she was wearing, exchanging them for the black bodysuit hanging on the hook screwed to her door. She slipped her legs and then her arms into it. It was loose, with holes near the wrists before the sleeves tightened so her kikaichuu could get out when she needed them to. She zipped up the suit and looked for her mask. It was sitting on her dresser, which she rarely used. She pulled the string over her head; the plastic molded exactly to the shape of the bottom half of her face. It covered below her nose, so nobody could see the kikaichuu when they exited the extra hole in the back of her throat. There were holes to let them out, of course. She was sure her destruction bugs would not enjoy getting slobbered on.

She heard a knock on her door. "Come in." She said, voice exiting through the holes in her mask.

A pale hand opened her door slowly. "Miraye-san?" Her father addressed her as he poked his hood-covered head into the room.

Her father, Aburame Shino, was one of her best friends. Her father and grandfather, Shibi-ojiisan, trained her before she was part of Team 7. They taught her everything she needed to know about the kikaichuu that had grown close to her, in both a literal and emotional sense. He continued to train with her sometimes, but he was also a big part of her mental support. He knew what it was like growing up as a bug-freak. But he always reminded her that she had her friends, and she was thankful for them as well.

"I'm almost ready. I just have to find my shoes." She told him, eyes warm from behind her sunglasses.

Shino nodded. "I'll leave you to that. But don't be late. Neji-sensei will not be pleased if you are late."

Miraye nodded absentmindedly.

Miraye was convinced, at first, she was put on Team 7 as a mistake. She was a few years younger than to two male members of her team. But her sensei at the academy had realized that Miraye was more advanced than her classmates, and Miraye had passed the test to become genin with flying colors.

The headmaster of the ninja academy assigned her to Team 7; with Inuzuka Karasu and Uzumaki Gaman. Though their parents were good friends, she hadn't know the two boys very well. She didn't talk much during her parent's little reunions.

But as she got to know them, the trio became inseperable.

Inuzuka Karasu was a platinum blonde boy, standing at about 5'9", with liquid chocolate eyes. The nineteen-year-old boy wasn't big, but he wasn't skinny either. He was bubbly and outgoing, and he always spoke his mind. He was clumsy with his words, but very loyal towards both her and Gaman. He had the ability to read people's minds when he was looking into her eyes, and had inherited his 

mother's mind transfer jutsu. He couldn't read Miraye's mind when she was wearing her sunglasses. Most of the time, this worked in her favor.

Her father had told her a story about the first day Miraye had come home from the healing-nin's office as a baby. Karasu had been there, and was the first one besides her parents to hold her. Somehow, this made her blush slightly whenever she thought about it. Luckily, her mask hid her apple-colored cheeks from him whenever he was around.

Uzumaki Gaman was a golden blonde boy with emerald green eyes. He was one year younger than Karasu, but much bigger. He had a large build, but he was quite the gentle giant. He loved Miraye and Karasu like his brother and sister. He loved to eat and squash them with giant bear hugs. He was brilliant in the field of medicine, and used taijustu when he fought in battle.

Miraye loved her teammates like her family. They had sleepovers at her house (so Shino could keep a suspicious eye on her with his kikaichuu), and they would talk about anything and everything until the sun rose. Sometimes she would even take her mask and glasses off, since she didn't release the destruction bugs during these sleepovers, but she never looked Karasu directly in the eyes. She wasn't ready to expose her thoughts to the Inuzuka boy any time soon.

Finally finding her shoes, Miraye slipped them on and rushed out her bedroom door.

Her mother was waiting for her in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal set for Miraye on the table. Miraye smiled wordlessly at her mother while she shoveled the food down her throat.

Her mother was the most beautiful woman she had ever known. Her long, midnight black hair hung down past her shoulders. Sometimes it was tied in a braid, but most of the time it was let loose. Her mother's eyes were a pretty lavender color, like milky purple-gray pools. She was a petite woman, standing at about 5'2" and weighing 115 lbs. Miraye was surprised her small frame had supported her, her brother, and her sister when she had been pregnant with each of them.

Shino walked into the room. He lowered his glasses to wink at Miraye, who was still gobbling hungrily at the food, and pushed them back onto his nose while he turned to his wife. "Good morning, Hinata-chan." He purred like a cat when he spoke her name aloud. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently.

Miraye pretended to gag. Her parents were affectionate enough to make her sick to her stomach.

"Bye guys." She managed to mutter as she stood up. Pushing her chair in, she ran to the door. Her large black jacket hung on a hook next to her backpack, and she slung on both before she rushed out the door.

Her backpack contained few things. An extra pair of sunglasses, some money, sanitary napkins, migraine pills (she was a teenage girl, after all), and a couple bottles of water. She rushed to the team seven training grounds, dangerously close to being late. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the meadow in the forest.

She heard Gaman before she saw him. "Neji-sensei, where are Miraye and Karasu?" Miraye snickered. She wasn't the latest one.

She could almost see the smirk on her teacher's face when his voice rang out through the trees. "If Karasu's plan worked, they're probably making out somewhere."

Miraye's mind froze up. What?



She slammed into a tree.

Blackness swum into her vision as she looked up at the sky. The last thing she saw was the image of Neji and Gaman looking down at her. Hello, mister sun and mister moon