Your all lucky I'm so impatient... -.-' Arramel keeps telling me that I need to calm down because the story has only been up for a week but they're has been 43 hits. Come on guys! Be nice! Your ignoring my plea's for reviews makes me sad :( But someone has done one of those story alert things so I'm pretty happy about that :P Anyways. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Yeah still dont own Naruto. But Jowen is ours. Steal her and I'll eat you. Just kidding... kind of...

---- Chapter 3 ----

"I serve the Leaf Village, and none other. I'm on this mission because the village asked me to. Not for your father or anyone else. Which brings me to something I want to ask you. Why did they order a jounin for this mission? I'm sure even one of our most beginner ninja could've escorted you with little difficulty!"

"Hardly." I spoke with contempt. "Father worries, and . . . well, there's something that threatens more than just my life on this trip. It jeopardizes the tentative peace between three of the major ninja villages, including your leaf. Which is why they wanted you along."

"That being?" he was interested now, staring at me with that beautiful eye of his. But I looked away, unable to allow it to distract my resolve.

"I'm not allowed to say. The less that know, the safer it is."

"True." you could tell he was slightly miffed, but thoughtful. The sun warmed my skin pleasantly while we walked. I wasn't so soft that this little jaunt would hurt my legs or feet.

"Lady Jowen?" he suddenly spoke after a long moment of silence, and my thoughts had drifted elsewhere, as I started into the sky. I blinked, shocked, and brought myself down to earth.

"It's Jo. And yes?" I responded without thinking.

"Sorry, Jo. Why are you doing this? What makes you want to be . . ."

"Unladylike?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly, irony coating my tone.

"I was looking for a less provocative term, but if that's what you want to call it. . ."

"Yes. Well, I . . . ever since I was young, I found myself forced into a lifestyle that didn't feel right. So I asked my father to teach me to read, and then studied the scrolls in his library. Most of them were of history, and all of them had fighting. Some were scrolls of how to train students, exercises, documentation of certain moves or stances in fighting. Quite honestly, I fell in love. I began to train in secret, but I soon learned that I was being watched all the time. My guard followed me around, and when they saw me start to train, they did nothing to stop me. I only found this out, when I made my first mistake in my stance. Rowan corrected it, and helped me unobtrusively by tweaking my training every once in a while. He would get me access to writing that would help, got me paper to document my ideas for training. It came naturally to me, the first thing in my life I could do that felt right. One day, I watched a shinobi take to the trees to return home, and since then I started practicing up in the comfort of the boughs. Unfortunately, this proved to be my downfall." I sighed, "I loved heights, so I climbed quite high in the tree, and tried jumping to the next one. I got on perfectly of course, but I landed near a bird's nest and the creature startled me into falling while trying to protect its nest. I broke my arm, and my father found out. He took all my scrolls, banned me from his library, and left me with no other choice then to go into the city for information. Those people did not have much in the way of fighting material, but they had stories of heroes. So since then, I have only been able to train or to have any sort of freedom outside 'ladylike' things here, on outings like these, where my father is far away in the city he adores so much." Why was I telling him this? He was so easy to talk to, but came across a closed book. And yet, he could make you open up. It felt so good to get those things off my chest though, even if he was a stranger.

"I'm sorry Kakashi. How rude of me." I hastened to apologize when I thought about how much I had talked. "What about your life? Why are you a shinobi?" he shrugged in differently,

"Because I am."

"That's it?" I asked in disbelief.

"No." he responded.

"Likes, dislikes, anything you'd be willing to share?"

"I don't particularly want to tell you them. Nothing I really want to say either." by now I was desperate. He knew so much about me, I had to find something!

"Do you read?" he looked at me in surprise

"Ye-es" he responded hesitantly

"What kind of books?"

"Well, I'm sure nothing that you would be interested in." I glowered at him, stepping in front of him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Try me." I challenged

"Well . . . if you insist." he stated, sounding amused. He reached into his back pouch and produced a small orange book.

"Make-Out Paradise?"

"Yes" he smiled, "I'm reading the sequel right now, Make-Out Violence, so you can read that for the journey. If you don't finish by then though, I'll want it back."

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Its kind of short I know but hey. Technically I'm not supposed to update according to Arramel but like I said, I have no patience :P Anyways, puh-LEASE review! Even just something like "I like it" Just something simple. ^_^

*Trys to persuade* I'll give you virtual cookies...!

Anyways. Thats all for now!

-Jowen & Arramel