That night Kemila cried herself to sleep. She had thought about using a clone to escape but knew it would be pointless. She didn't know what else to do and her dreams that night didn't help either.

Dream:

Red eyes scanned the area around them but all they saw was the darkness. The eyes moved forward but could only faintly make out a bit of light ahead. As they rushed toward the light it disappeared. The eyes turned around and saw another light but this time standing there in it was her father and a figure lying dead on the ground as they approached they saw that it was Kiba and Kemila could hear herself scream. Her father looked at her with steady eyes. "This is what happens when you disobey me," He said then walked away. Kemila ran up to Kiba and held his lifeless body to herself and cried a bit. She didn't mean for this to happen. All she wanted was to be a ninja and prove her father wrong. She cried as the scene drifted to her and Kiba going to Ichiraku and having some ramen. She looked at him and hugged him excitedly. "Whoa Kemi what was that for? We've been with each other all day," he said and she smiled at him sadly. "I had a really bad dream last night that you died," she said burying her head in is his neck. He chuckled and held her to him. "It's alright I'm not dead," he said then lifted her head up, "But there is something I wanted to ask you." She looked at him curiously and waited for him to continue. "Will you go out with me?" he asked. This made the girl blush but nod all the same. The scene changed back to her crying over his dead body and that's when she saw that Akamaru was lying next to him dead as well.

End Dream

Kemila awoke screaming and tears streamed down her face. A servant came in to see what was wrong but she dismissed them and noticed it was already morning. She got up and dressed then made her way to the dining room. Her father sat there waiting for her with another man that she never met. "Kemila, this is your Uncle Stewart," he said as she took a seat. Kemila smiled at him a little and mumbled a nice to meet you. Stewart chuckled as the girl seemed uninterested. "It's nice to finally meet you as well," he stated. Kemila only nodded and began to eat her breakfast. Her father watched her eat then stood up and left the room. Stewart looked at Kemila and smiled. "I hope we get along," he said. Kemila looked up at him and nodded a bit.

After lunch Stewart and Kemila left to his place. According to him it would be a two day trip. Kemila shrugged as they left the village. Her whole family was comprised of ninjas so it didn't bother her one bit that it was just the two. As they got deeper into the forest Kemila put her usual clovers into her pigtails and concentrated on her surroundings. She noticed bandits approaching them fast and didn't have much time to warn her uncle. The bandits ran into them then smirked as they looked at Kemila. "She's the one right?" one of them asked. Another nodded and the two went after her. Kemila sighed and did a few hand signs. "Plant Style: Creeping Ivy Jutsu!" she exclaimed as ivy started to sprout. Just as one was about to grab her the ivy grew around him and the other as well. Stewart looked surprised to see how well she could do ninjutsu but shrugged as they continued on their way. "You're really talented," he said smiling at her. Kemila smiled at him. "Too bad my father doesn't see for himself," she stated as they stopped to make camp. Stewart nodded and made an agreeing noise.

It took awhile for them to reach their destination but when they did everything happened so fast. Kemila got settled in then became a great asset at the diner. In secret she would continue to train her ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu. Days flew by and the only thing that kept Kemila going was thinking about Kiba. Seeing him again was her drive and she hoped that no matter how long they were apart that he would remember her. Her time at the diner was fun and she even got paid. Costumers loved her and came back frequently. Eventually months passed without the young kunoichi realizing.