Hakubi Naruto

In the north-east portion of the massive desert called Kaze no Kuni; near a small rocky outcrop, the only outcrop for hundreds of miles around; was a small cave entrance. Inside the cave entrance, was a stony hallway, cut out by shoddy tools; most likely made stone or low grade metals; that led to a small shrine.

In front of the shrine, stood a young blonde haired teen; probably near fifteen or sixteen years old; staring at the papers seals that had been placed in, on, near and around the small, ancient wooden shrine. Moving her head and her eyes; the girl looked at every seal before marking the condition of each seal on a piece of paper with a pencil. As she worked, a visible frown worked its way onto her face.

'It's the same thing, time after time.' She grumbled mentally. 'The Elders get fearful and paranoid and then send me out to check on the stupid seals…' the teen stopped checking off seals and writing down their conditions and took a few moments to sneer at the pieces of paper. '…demon huh?' she scoffed. "Must not have been a very strong one if it was sealed in a rock." The Shukaku, now there was a real demon…A demon that had turned her youngest brother into a sociopathic killing machine. After checking the last few seals, the blonde haired girl put the piece of paper and the pencil back into a small satchel that was lying on rock floor of the shrine; before closing it and hoisting it up to her shoulders and securing it. Turning around the teen began to walk away from the shrine; through the tunnel and towards the entrance/exit.

Unknown to Temari, but while she hoisted her satchel over her shoulders, a corner of the shoulder bag had nicked one of the more powerful suppressive seals within the shrine. As she exited the shrine, deep under the outcrop; in a dark cave, a tall preserved corpse began to tremble. The mummy's fetid eyelids snapped open, and a pair of glowing dark purple eyes sprang to life.

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Hitoshi and Isamu watched and waited in anticipation as the blonde teenaged kunoichi walked out of the rocky outcrop. They had been trailing her for a couple of hours now, waiting to try and get the drop on her.

Their goal was simple. To join the most power crime boss in the Elemental Nations; Gatô of Gatô Shipping Industries; they had to steal or smuggle something or, they could kidnap someone and bring their loot or captive back to Gatô himself. After weeks and weeks of searching for the right target, they found one.

Oh sure, they could have gone after someone who didn't know how to defend themselves, as well as kill their attackers seven different ways within the first two seconds of conflict; but kidnapping a small helpless child had no flare; and a lot of unwanted attention; not to mention would spawn a search for the missing child, and that would most assuredly bring in Chuunin and Jounin to track them down. But a kunoichi on the other hand…

Kunoichi were subject to kidnappings, much more so than shinobi were. When they were caught, they were usually subjected to beatings and rape before or after information gathering. They were also seldom searched for by their villages due to the fact that if a ninja didn't come back, it meant one of three things. Death or capture; or they betrayed their village. If a ninja was a traitor, or branded as such; then the only ones searching for them were Oi-Nin who would kill before talking. This kunoichi happened to walk right by their desert camp earlier that morning on her way towards the rocky outcrop.

Their plan for capturing her was simple, if not harsh. One man would distract her while the other slunk up behind her and smashed a wooden club over her head, hopefully knocking her out. From there, they could drug her and then be on their merry way…

…If it weren't for Isamu and the tales he had told Hitoshi that surrounded the rocky outcrop in front of them, they would have trespassed within the shrine that the rocky exterior protected from both people and elements; and done the deed already…However…

"There really a demon sealed in that place?" Hitoshi asked his partner in crime softly as they watched the blonde haired teenager as she sat down on a ledge on the outcrop, snacking on a ration bar. The other man, Isamu nodded.

"Yeah…" he began, "there aren't a lot of people who aren't from Kaze no Kuni who know about it; but everyone in Kaze no Kuni has heard the tale. Supposedly four hundred or so years ago; a demon came down from the sky, possibly from past the stars; and started destroying everything in sight. The priests and priestesses couldn't stop the demon, not by themselves anyway. A couple members of the Senju clan, who were recuperating after a bloody battle with two other clans; came across the demon and assisted the priests and priestesses in sealing the demon away." Isamu shook his head; "Some people say that there isn't a demon sealed away there, but then; those people don't realize that this area was originally a region where a Daimyo and his armies set up a city over four hundred years ago. The demon came down and destroyed it within minutes, the daimyo and his armies included…If you're lucky, you might be able to find a spearhead or a piece of armor or something lying under the sand."

"So, if there's a demon sealed in that rock, then why is she up there?" Hitoshi asked. Isamu shrugged.

"She could be a Fuuinjutsu specialist." Hitoshi narrowed his eyes in confusion. "A seal specialist. She'd be able to tell if the seals are damaged or something like that."

"Kind'a young isn't she?" Hitoshi commented. "You know, for something like that." Isamu shrugged.

"Yeah, well, kunoichi are ninja; and ninja are trained from early ages in stuff like that." Hitoshi nodded. "Anyway, let's wait for her to come down from there before we go after her. I don't want to accidentally wake the demon up."

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From her place on one of the ledges on the rocky outcrop, Temari could easily see the two men out of the corner of her eyes. They way they were staring at her meant that they were planning on one of two things: kidnapping or rape. She sighed a contempt sounding sigh. They weren't the first people who wanted to either kidnap or rape her. Such was the life of a kunoichi. No matter where she went, unless Gaara or Baki were there with her; men young and old stared at her, and some even made motions.

'One of them knows about this place…' that was the only explanation for why they hadn't tried to do anything to her yet. From this distance, she couldn't tell who they were; but from the way they hid, she knew that they weren't ninja. 'Just a couple of disgusting sleaze balls.' Looking back at her ration bar, which would only take a few more seconds to polish off; the blonde pursed her lips before rolling her eyes. Pushing herself up and on to her feet, Temari popped the last bit of her ration bar into her mouth and placed the wrapper just under the lip of her satchel and grabbed at a small scroll tucked away between her red sash and her lavender battle dress. Fiddling with the scroll for a second, she opened the scroll and bit her right thumb, hard enough to draw blood; before swiping it across the scroll. After running through some hand seals, the blonde girl placed the scroll on the rocky floor beneath her. After a plume of white smoke appeared and dissipated, a large folded battle fan appeared.

Tucking the scroll back between her sash and her battle dress, Temari grabbed hold of her battle fan and unfolded it expertly. After smirking at the two men below hiding amongst the sand dunes, Temari jumped into the air, placing her giant battle fan underneath of her body; landing on it and then began to float away from the rocky outcrop.

Down below, hiding amongst the dunes, the two men; Hitoshi and Isamu, gawked at the floating teenager. "…Seriously?!" Hitoshi complained as the girl floated towards the west, back towards Sunagakure. "We spent all this time waiting for her and she goes and floats away on a giant fan!?"

"Calm down Hitoshi." Isamu tried to placate his partner in crime. "We'll just go pick up some other kid."

"Yeah, and get a shit load of people on our tails…Great idea, Isamu." Hitoshi snapped. Pushing himself up from the sand Hitoshi began to walk towards the outcrop. Isamu's eyes widened.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked Hitoshi. Hitoshi didn't pause as he addressed Isamu.

"If Gatô-Sama wants something rare or valuable, then I'll get him something rare and valuable."

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"I don't believe it! There isn't one damn thing here that'll interest Gatô-Sama!" Hitoshi snarled as he glared around the internal portion of the shrine. Seeing a small wooden structure sitting on a rock; Hitoshi narrowed his eyes and brought his right foot up kicked it, breaking the small wooden structure. As the pieces of wood fell to the ground beneath it, a low grumbling noise could be heard from deep within the rock; a noise that stilled Hitoshi's anger, body and heart.

His eyes wide in fear, the man slowly turned around and found a large crevice that was not there minutes earlier. Gulping, Hitoshi slowly took a step away from it. A pair of glowing dark purple eyes sprang to life from within the crevice. Hitoshi felt something wet and warm streaming down his legs. From out of the crevice, came a gnarled figure with glowing dark purple eyes and long gray hair. It moved slowly and its breathing sounded like someone was dragging a metal container across concrete.

"…AAAHH!" Hitoshi screamed loudly as he turned to flee from the mobile corpse. By the time Hitoshi had taken seven dashing steps away from the living dead, the mobile corpse had one of its arms stretched out towards him, an orb of glowing purple energy aimed at the man's back…

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Isamu waited outside of the outcrop, behind the same dune that he and his comrade hid from the kunoichi; while Hitoshi went to raid the shrine. Isamu didn't know why, but there was this feeling that had wormed its way into the pit of his stomach as he waited for his friend to come back; a feeling that told him to turn and run away as fast as he could and not to look back. He gulped.

Suddenly, from the outcrop; came a shriek of absolute terror. Isamu's head and eyes snapped to the entrance of the tunnel that led to the internal shrine. Hitoshi jumped out of the entrance and had just begun to turn towards the stairwell, when a flash of sickly purple energy erupted from the tunnel, slamming into Hitoshi and disintegrating him in an instant. Isamu felt his lower jaw drop and he knew now that the feeling in his stomach had been an internal alarm of sorts; warning him to turn and run. Knowing that he would probably die, the man turned and ran anyway; in a valiant hope to get away and warn somebody that the demon that had been sealed away for four hundred years; had been awakened.

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The mobile corpse of the demon stepped out into the desert sun and squinted its eyes slightly as it looked around for the person who had awoken it. Seeing nothing but a pile of ashes, the corpse frowned. As it frowned, the skin around its face slowly started to inflate, pushing the flesh away from its jaw bones and facial bones. Color also started to return to the skin. After a few minutes of standing in the sunlight, frowning at the lack of people to kill; the corpse looked like a regular teenage boy of about seventeen years old…a regular teenage boy of about seventeen years old and a long, brown monkey tail sticking out of its body, right above the crack of his butt.

The newly risen boy looked around at the ledge he had stepped out to on and found something shining at the edge to his right. Walking over to it stiffly, the boy found that the shining object was a wrapper…A wrapper that reeked of food…and of a female human.

Sniffing the air around the area, the human like creature looked off towards the west and smirked. Bending his legs slightly, the boy jumped up into the air and began to fly through the air towards the smell of the female human.

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Temari sighed as she walked through the front door to her family's house. After returning from the shrine, she had to report to the Elders and the Kazekage; her Father. After receiving her payment for 'aiding' the village; she left for home. Now that she was there, she had nothing left to do for the entire day…Other than appeasing her youngest brother so he wouldn't kill her. But that was actually fairly easy. All she had to do was stay out of his way and have dinner ready at supper time…and keep Kankuro from annoying him…Okay, so the last part could be challenging; but Kankuro knew the prices of being annoying around Gaara. Other than that, she had absolutely nothing to do.

'Maybe I'll go out and train for a while.' She told herself.

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An Hour Later
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Panting from exhaustion, the blonde girl folded her fan up after leveling the training field. When she had first arrived the field was covered in small sand dunes. Now, there were only a few small piles near the corners of the field and nothing more.

Jingle!

Temari's head snapped up and to her right, fan at the ready. Her heart pounded in her ears as she looked for the source of the sound. It took her a few moments to find it in the form of a small kitten who was sitting near the eastern edge of the training field, scratching its collar; which had attached to it, a small silver bell. Letting out a sigh of relief, the girl let her guard down slightly. Taking a step towards the kitten, she held out a hand to it; "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" she called to it. The kitten in question look up at her and jumped up to its feet, crouched low in a defensive stance. "I'm not going to hurt you…" Temari told the small animal. The kitten didn't understand and yowled threateningly. Temari paused when the kitten opened its small mouth wide and hissed at her. Frowning, Temari stood up straight and backed away from the kitten.

As soon as she backed away from the small animal, the kitten lets its back drop into a comfortable position and took a step towards her, studying her. She began to bend over again, which instantly set the kitten in a defensive flee-or-die state of mind and turned around and started to run…before it vanished into thin air. Instantly on guard, Temari brought her hands together and summoned some chakra. "Kai!" she hissed quietly. Nothing happened. Summoning more chakra, she tried again; only to be met with the same results.

"Who's there?!" she shouted. A male voice responded to her question.

"You are good, aren't you?" it stated. "Most people don't figure out I'm here until after I've killed them." Temari unfolded her fan and looked around her person. She still couldn't see her would be attacker. "But, then again; I wasn't going to thank my other victims for setting me free before I killed them either…"

"Set you free? Me?" Temari asked. There was s light, amused chuckle that filled the air.

"Of course…You were the one who ruined one of the suppression seals…The other fool who entered the shrine after you left finished the job, but you were the one who started it. For that, I must thank you; girl." Temari's eyes widened.

"S-Shrine?" the air in front of her shimmered slightly, causing the girl to jump back away from it; and a tall blonde boy appeared, wearing some of the oddest clothes that she had ever seen. The boy had long blonde hair, slightly spiky; and dark purple eyes that pierced through her soul and a long brown monkey tail that was attached near his tailbone. "Y-You're the-"

"Demon?" the blonde asked. Temari nodded hesitantly. The blonde boy smirked. Shrugging he took at step towards her; "I suppose to your species demon would be somewhat accurate identification." Temari gulped as a nervous, terror filled sweat started dripping down her back and face. The boy in front of her took in a deep breath and his smirk turned into a fanged smile. "Ahh…I love the smell of terror in the morning!" the blonde in front of Temari lifted up off the ground and looked down at her before opening his right palm. A small orb of sickly purple energy sprang to life. Closing his hand around the ball of energy; a sword formed, a small bead of energy underneath the blonde's hand and the blade above his fist. "But please, don't let that stop you from giving me a workout!" with that, the blonde raced towards her…

…Only to have the blonde haired girl swing her giant fan like a golf club, creating a gale force wind that blew directly towards and slammed into the blonde demon. The blonde demon, who did not expect that the girl was capable of creating such an attack; lost control and flew backwards several yards before crashing hard into the sand. Temari stared at the demon momentarily before mentally slapping herself. 'I need to get out of here!' the village-one of the Elders or quite possibly one of the Grand Elders knew of a way to stop the demon…She just had to reach one of them before the demon killed her…

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Baki found it odd that his eldest pupil leapt passed him without so much as a 'Hello'. What was even more odd, was the fact that her face was full of terror and her battle fan was out and unfolded. 'Gaara isn't rampaging about…' had someone tried to attack her? If so, then she might need help. Turning on his heel, the Jounin Sensei of the Subaku siblings; chased after his eldest pupil.

As he raced after his student, Baki barely realized that directly to his left, was a tall blonde male with a monkey tail chasing after his student as well. He cast a sidelong glance at the boy before his brain realized what he was looking at. A hanyou.

Hanyous, or half-demons; hadn't been around for hundreds of years-or, if they were still around; then they wizened up and stayed out of sight; so seeing one in person both thrilled Baki…and scared him greatly. Especially since this one had its sights on his pupil. Creating a couple of hand seals, the Suna Jounin creating a nearly invisible blade of wind chakra and quickly lunged at the blonde hanyou. His sudden attack caught the hanyou off guard, and his blade of wind chakra lopped the hanyou's right arm clean off of his body. The blonde hanyou looked at Baki before stopping in his tracks. Baki followed the hanyou's example and stopped a few feet in front of the hanyou.

"You're good." The hanyou complemented, not the least bit concerned about the fact that he just lost his right arm. The hanyou reached his left arm over and covered the wound with his left hand. For a split second, Baki wondered if the hanyou was giving up in favor of not being killed…But that thought was quickly squashed as the hanyou suddenly lashed out at the Jounin with his right hand; which had regenerated. "…But I'm better." A blade of sickly looking purple energy sprang to life in the hanyou's right palm and passed within centimeters of Baki's scalp. The Jounin gulped. "Much better."

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If Temari weren't running for her life, she might have stopped, hugged and kissed the Kazekage Tower when she reached the entrance. She was moments away from getting help to do away with the demon. As she placed her hand on the handle, she pulled the door outwards and quickly stepped inside. Looking around for the secretary, she found the woman staring mindlessly at a fashion magazine; slowly flipping the pages forward, each time licking her right forefinger and thumb before turning the pages. Temari ran over to the woman and slammed a hand down on the counter. The force of her open hand slamming against the countertop was enough to crack the hard wood desk…but amazingly; the secretary didn't look at her. She didn't even flinch!

'Just looking at a picture of an ant makes her flinch…' Temari told herself; 'Something's wrong here…' She looked around furiously for the demon. A slow, but amused clapping filled her ears.

Clap…clap…clap…clap…clap…clap…clap…

"Oh-Ho!" the demon's voice filled the Tower. "You are a smart one, aren't you?" If her life weren't threatened, the blonde Genin might have blushed from the complement…However, her life was being threatened. "It's a shame I have to kill you, you know…If we had met under…different circumstances…Who knows…" the tone in the demon's voice was husky and sultry. A shiver ran up and down Temari's spine. "But, you are my enemy…And enemies are, of course; obstacles…and everyone knows that obstacles are for…destroying!" from her left, a ball of purple energy flew towards her position. Jumping back, the blonde girl saw firsthand what kind of destruction the demon could create if it was toying around with her. The ball of purple energy impacted against the wooden floor and blew a five foot area of wood, sandstone and sand away; leaving only a smoldering crater, outlined in glass.

'If the demon wasn't playing with me, then I would have been killed much earlier.' The blonde girl told herself. Noting something was again wrong; she looked back at the secretary. Her magazine had been flash fried, but yet the woman still continued to flip the now singed pages; the same bored expression on her face that she had always had.

"Would you like to know why she's not responding to anything, including me?" the demon asked, appearing right next to Temari, no energy weapons in his hands; but still, the blonde girl moved away. "You see, everyone in this village is under my spell…My illusion, if you will. They only hear, feel, see, smell and taste what I want them to…And each and every one of them is in their own personal fantasy world…All except two people…You, and the man who lost this eye…Baka, I think he called himself…" Temari's face paled as she stared at the eyeball in the blonde haired demon's left hand.

'Baki-Sensei!?' he had already run into and defeated Baki-Sensei!? 'Not good…Why couldn't the Kazekage just have sent Gaara out to do that stupid mission?! Why?!' Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. 'Gaara!' no one was stronger than Gaara…With his ultimate defense and the ability to control the very sands beneath their feets; Gaara was the strongest person in all of Kaze no Kuni. 'If anyone can take this demon out, it's Gaara!' She turned to head home, only to run head long into the blonde demon's out stretched hands. He caught her by her shoulders and slowly picked her up off the ground, until her feet were several inches off the sands below her.

"And where…do you think you're going?" the demon asked. "I didn't say you could leave, did I?" Temari gulped loudly, her eyes widened in fear and pure unadulterated terror. Sweat trickled down her forehead, neck, back, chest, stomach, legs and buttocks. She nearly let go of all her senses… "That's it?" the demon asked, surprising the blonde haired girl. "You fling me through the air, speed off to find help, but as soon as I cut off all of your options; you give up?" Temari felt the demon's grip on her shoulders lessen and suddenly, without warning; she felt herself falling to the ground. As she landed on her rear end; harshly, she pushed herself away from the demon in front of her. His joyous, very much insane grin was gone; and an angry and very disappointed frown had enveloped his face. "Pathetic." He growled. "What happened to the strong, relentless priests, priestesses and warriors that entombed me oh so long ago?"

'W-Wha?' the Genin asked herself as she demon began to walk around in circles, muttering words that may or may not be curse words to himself. Was the demon really upset that she wasn't on par with the priests and priestesses of old? 'What am I thinking?!' she berated herself, shaking her head violently. 'He's giving me the chance to flee and I'm sitting here wondering why he doesn't want to kill me anymore?' She quickly, though shakily; pushed herself up onto her feet. Eyeing her fan, she slowly made her way to it.

"Four hundred years on this stinking hunk of rotten rock and algae and all I get as a wake up gift is one grave robber and a puny little girl?! What kind of a wake up present is that?!"

Temari felt her eye twitch. 'Puny little girl?' Demon or not, she hadn't worked her ass off for most of her life as a kunoichi to be told that she was a weak little girl. Oh no. Forgetting her fear and terror, and even her confusion; the sandy haired girl stomped over to her fan and picked it up. Turning towards the pacing demon in front of her, she flipped it open and gathered her chakra. Blind with fury and an unbridled rage that only a female could possess; glared harshly at the demon before opening her mouth. "I'll show you who's a puny little girl!"

The blonde haired, purple eyed, monkey tailed demon stopped pacing back and forth and looked at Temari. His purple eyes stared at her oddly, as if wondering what he had said to tick her off; before the girl swung her fan. "Kuchiyose: Kirikiri Mai!" From the one swing of the girl's giant fan, came a wind storm much, much stronger than the one the girl had conjured against the demon earlier. As the wind slammed into the demon, hundreds upon hundreds of lacerations appeared all over the blonde demon's body.

Closing his purple eyes in pain, the demon brought his arms down in front of his face and chest to help protect himself from the winds and invisible knives. As he hunkered down, the sound of a slightly high pitched voice entered his ears momentarily. "Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut! Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut! Cut, spin, cut! Slice him to ribbons!" It wasn't the girl's voice, hers' was deeper than the high pitched voice hidden amongst the winds; but it certainly held power within it. Cracking one eye open, the blonde demon spotted the long, slender body of a white bodied animal, holding a sickle weapon in one of its forepaws spinning at an incredible speed. Then, as soon as it had appeared, the animal vanished, though its strikes did not.

…Two seconds after the animal vanished, the demon felt something detach from right above his buttocks.

Purple eyes opened wide as the sudden loss of balance left him. Stumbling to the ground, through the shower of cuts and wounds and high winds; the demon heard the odd animal-creature laughing at him. "One small cut, and the demon falls down! One small cut, and the demon falls down! Chichichichi!"

Eyeing the blonde haired demon as he fell to the ground, Temari straightened her body ever so slightly. Kamaitachi, the summon sealed within her Mother's fan; the fan she had been given as a gift when she was a child to remember her by, had sliced off the demon's monkey like tail off of his body. The reaction was almost instantaneous. She took great pleasure in watching the demon fall to the ground. Flicking her fan once more, Kamaitachi soared back to her fan and pressed himself within its folds incase he was needed once more as Temari walked towards the fallen demon.

"Not so weak now, am I?" she asked haughtily. The blonde haired demon turned his head towards her and glared up at her balefully. It was such a hateful look, full of anger and malice; on par if not more so than when Gaara gave her a warning glance; that it almost took her back…But, her victory; as small as it was, drover her ego…and her ego drove her to crone. "You look down there…Maybe I'll skin you and keep your pelt as a rug, just so I can see you every day and relive the moment that I killed you…Or, maybe I'll just keep your head, and use it to scare my enemies later on in life."

"As soon as I get up, you're dead! You hear me? DEAD!" the demon shouted. Temari flicked him off. Purple eyes twitching like mad, the demon brought out his right hand and aimed it in her direction. Powering up a purple orb of energy in his hand, he fired it at her…only for it to swerve off towards the girl's left before it even reached her; impacting against a building behind her, blowing up in a ball of flames, sand and dust. Several more followed suit, and like the first one; they all flew by her harmlessly. Temari's smirk grew and grew.

"Looks like you can't do much without your tail." She teased the demon. Taking a step towards the demon's fallen limb, she swung her hips to add insult to injury. She didn't stop walking towards him until she had passed by his body and reached down to pick the tail up. As soon as her hand wrapped around the brown appendage, the girl looked up to tease the demon with it, only to see a glowing orb of energy zing by her face. The attack shocked her out of her haughty state of mind, and she looked directly into the demon's dark purple eyes.

"PRAY TO WHATEVER GODS YOU PRAY TO, GIRL; THAT YOU NEVER SEE ME AGAIN, BECAUSE IF YOU DO, YOU WON'T LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO CALL FOR AIDE FROM THAT RODENT THAT'S HIDING IN YOUR FAN!" with that, the demon faded away; leaving a bloodied and broken portion of the village for the world to see. Temari felt the weight of the tail in her hand disappear; looking at it, she noticed that it had already begun to fade away. Taking a step away from the scene of the fight, Temari began to turn around; her destination had changed for home, only to find a tall and imposing figure looking down at her.

"Temari…"

"…Tou-Sa; I mean, Kazekage-Sama!"

End

Alright, this one isn't really a challenge per say, but if you want to take a crack at it, by all means; go ahead.

For those of you who don't know what's going on here, this is was an attempt at making a Naruto/Tenchi Muyo story that I had started a long time ago and, sadly enough; when I got my new-now inoperable-laptop; I forgot about. However, I re-discovered it recently when my new-now inoperable-laptop overheated and forced me to use my old one while I wait and see if there's any way to both get a stripped screw out of the backing of my other laptop so I can check on the fan and possibly replace it. I really hope so, because I have a really good Puppeteer Naruto story in the works on it…And it'd be nigh impossible to re-write anywhere else.

Anyway, this is just something that seemed sort of complete enough to post, so I decided to throw it up here. In this story, as with all of the other starts to this crossover, Naruto was intended to be the son of Hakubi Washu, lost to time and space, far from his sister Ryoko and landed on Ibonihs(Shinobi backwards-also, I didn't think of the name for the planet, someone else did, I'm just borrowing it.) In this version of the story, he was sealed away, much like Ryoko was in the Tenchi Muyo series.