Sorry about the wait. I got a case of writers block, and lost the plot for a while. I don't know how, but try not to ask.


I do not own Naruto. If I did, Naruto would get 10 times more Bijuu Mode fight scenes. I kind of own my OC though….. I think.


If the young Angel thought that the first day was bad, the next three years were like hell. After that day, she was given a disgraceful little apartment on the exact opposite side of the village from any of the places she knew. She did exactly what Naruto did; she ate Ramen day in and day out, one of the few things she could do with the small amount of money that the village gave her. Hinata wasn't able to visit her more than once a week.

Naruto was the one constant in her everyday life. They both had a dream, to become the best ninja possible. Since Angel didn't want to interfere with Naruto's dream for Hokage, she settled for being Naruto's equal in terms of strength. They trained at least once a week, and as they got older they trained at least a day more. By the end of the three years, they were training every other day.

Beside the stares, glares, and rude comments of the villagers, she was having issues. Stores overpriced her and Naruto, despite the fact she had physical proof of the savagery. She started questioning her sanity, not because of the loneliness and depression, but the fact that she was hearing voices. She swore it wasn't her, but she knew that it came from her mind. She thought it might have been the demon inside… but how was that possible, she would think to herself.


About a year after the beginning of the voice, she began having nightmares about her few precious people's deaths. They actually showed her killing them. She wasn't herself though; she could only recognize herself by her eyes, the black surrounding her pure white pupils. The pure hatred seemed unethical, and she watched as those she could talk to normally, though they were few, were killed.

Though she was tired, she continued to train with Naruto. The voices in her head slowly increased, and in another year's time, were almost expected. Naruto began to notice her exhaustion, but didn't speak up until she could barely train properly.

"Angel-chan, is something wrong? I noticed that you seem overly tired lately…" Naruto started to ask, but didn't know how to finish.

"I think I'm ok, but I've been having these nightmares. It's just terrible. I can't get a good night's sleep, and the content is terrible. I've watched you, Hinata, and Jiji-sama all die, over, and over, and over. And it's worse…. I kill each of you, brutally mutilating you guys. It began when I left your apartment." she said, much to her displeasure. Just thinking about the nightmares sent a shiver up her spine.

"We need to tell Jiji-sama! This could be something that he could help you with! You should have told me sooner!" Naruto exclaimed, grabbing Angel's hand and dragging her to the Hokage's tower.


At the tower, they need not wait long; since the time was noon, most people were at lunch. The duo of hanyōs were immediately seated and needed to get down to business. Naruto decided to be the one who did the talking, and began by stating the obvious.

"Jiji-sama, something's wrong with Angel-chan! She can't get a good night's sleep ever since she left my apartment. She has nightmares, and they way she described them was quite frightening…" the young boy said as his ears flinched at the noise he heard from Angel. He never knew she was capable of making noise, seeing that the only one he heard from her was when she fell down in one of their spars, but that was just the impact of her body hitting the ground, she didn't speak a peep.

Now she was shaking, uncontrollably. She wasn't crying, she cried even less then Naruto had, which he only cried when a mob was after the duo. She didn't cry, nor fear the mob for her safety, but his. He put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up surprise written all over her face. She nodded, understanding how he was able to have her back.

She described the constants between the nightmares, and the old man's face was so full of shock, you would think somebody just grew wings and flew out the window. The vivid descriptions of himself, the boy beside her, and the heiress to the most powerful clan after the Uchiha's destruction made him imagine this happening. Most of it was plausible too, as sad as it seemed.

Angel finished her description, waiting for a response from the old man. After a few moments, the old man sighed, and summoned his ANBU by snapping his fingers, and two masked ninja appeared. One mask had what seemed to resemble a dog, the other a cat. He gave them one command, "Take Angel to the psych ward at the hospital, have her sanity checked. Naruto can come with, but he doesn't have to."

The two nodded, turning toward the young boy, whose tail swayed back and forth hypnotically. The dog masked man spoke the question, "Will you come?"

Naruto nodded as he replied, "I would like to accompany my friend to the hospital, it's the least I can do Inu-san." With that note, each of the two ANBU grabbed a child, and they shin-shunned to the hospital.


This was not a good time for Angel.

First of all, she hated hospitals, since every time she was at one, she was having multiple test ran, with wires running all over the floor, and her body covered in needle pricks. She could never stand the smells of the hospital either, blood was her one weakness and bleach was just nauseating.

Second of all, the only reason she was here was to question her sanity. She did that a lot herself, but she didn't really want an answer. She could accept being insane. She couldn't accept the whole world knowing it. She would rather die.

She sat quietly, awaiting her nurse to come in and hook up the wires. She was surprised when they didn't have any, but knew somewhere there must be some. They asked her to follow them, and agreed for time's sake. They were halfway down the hallway, and that's when she noticed where they were going. It was the MRI room. She hated that room, but didn't show it, she wasn't going to lose her cool because of a machine. She let the nurses do their job, never letting her ever present mask to fall.

After the tests were completed, she sat with Naruto in a play room, with a bunch of other little kids. She sat in the corner and played with a couple blocks she found nobody using. Being almost 8 and playing with blocks would seem weird to most kids, but Angel wasn't able to do this at a younger age. She felt content, and didn't care.

It was then that the nurses came with the results, stating that she was perfectly sane, and handed her medication to help her get a decent night's sleep. The dog and cat ANBU were back, asking her to take one more test, assigned by the Hokage himself. She agreed, and they shin-shunned them back to the Hokage's office.


The Hokage was curious. The young mysterious girl who lived here for two and a half years seemed much smarted then he though. She came in his office, transported by his ANBU, and he gave her the test. Doing the full IQ test could be annoying, but curiosity really had a hold on the old man. It was amazing what he learned. This young, almost 8 years, girl was more intelligent than any person in the entire ninja society, and possibly the known world. Her IQ was well above 1000! Most ninja's IQ are somewhere between 100, the average civilian score, and 300, the score of the smartest ninja in the village of Konaha, it was unbelievable.

That's when he heard Angel's voice in his head. "What's my score Jiji-sama? I know it's an IQ test."

Clearing his throat, he said her score, to Naruto's confusion. "1,397" he announced, widening the eyes of both ANBU, which was seen through their masks. Angel's face remained unreadable, to the amazement of the Hokage. 'Had she already knew this?' he thought to himself. He dismissed the young duo, telling them to go sign up for the ninja academy, if they hadn't already.


Well, not much added to the story's plot, but I managed to fit my time skip in there nicely. Just trying to show you how smart she is. Also, should I just skim through the academy, since nothing major happens, seeing as she has both the physical and mental capacity to single-handedly take over the entire world.


Oh, if you find any way I can improve how I write tell me. Just some constructive criticism, nothing rude.


I shall try to write sooner than later, but I'm graduating in a couple days. 8th grade grad, yay!