Author's note: I've been forgetting to mention that my disclaimer is on my profile page and I don't own anything taken from the Naruto storyline. I do own my OCs and the plots in this story.

Which in these next few chapters are something of a filler I came up with last minute. It will give a lot more info on the Mochizuki clan, so tell me what ya think. But first, let me send shout-outs to all those who are reading this far. Thanks so much, I'll hope you continue with the story, I really appreciate u all!

Oh! BTW, today was Itachi's birthday (June 9!) ^_^ So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ITACHI, and this chapter will be my gift for him. -/_\- I'll be updating for chapter 8 on Saturday for Akina's birthday too (June 11.) And another on my regular scheduled Sunday update for chapter 9. Being the last chapter for this filler arc! And I'm done talking… now.

Chapter's song: "Fat lip" by SUM 41

Chapter 7
Stuck with you

A few weeks later
Akina and Benjiro wandered through the streets of the Leaf. Benjiro reading make-out paradise, and the princess munching a shiny red apple, while she'd march up on the stonewall to the side of the old dirt road. "So what we doin'… you already blew all your money at the arcade?"

Benjiro would slip the novel into his pouch. Growling to his free-spirited cousin that walked, balancing up to his side with no concern about what could happen if she'd fall. "I don't know… things have been dull lately."

"…Yeah." She'd munch on her apple again, Benjiro eyeing her with suspicion. "What?" She'd mumble to his gazing.

"Didn't you have geisha training today at the Mochizuki stable?"

The girl would deeply ponder that, acting like she didn't know, when she rightfully did. Benjiro slapped his forehead hard to Akina actually hearing the slap! "You're such a tomboy, green-eyed girl."

Said girl would hop down off the wall when it came to an end, standing by his side. "Hey Benjiro!" Genma's voice would come calling, the Mochizuki turning to look over their shoulders at the eighteen-year old with a senbon in his mouth.

"What's up, man? Any missions for us?"

"Nah… hey, Akina."

Said girl would just give a nod, apathetic to her cousin's comrade.

"Headin' somewhere special… mind if I tag along?"

"No… just to the bookstore. Where's Raido?"

"Dunno… something about training."

"What?" Benjiro would scoff.

"Train-ing. Teach a skill to a person through patience over an amount of time." Akina would explain, speaking slow and like a dictionary to flare up her cousin's patience.

"I know what training is!"

Genma chuckle, getting a dirty un-amused look from Benjiro. "Good one Akina… hey, I thought you had that geisha training, speaking of the word."

Akina shrug. Benjiro taking a breath and shaking his head to his cousin walking coldly away from them— tossing her apple into a far off trashcan with perfect precision. Leaving her "friends" trailing behind.

They'd come to a different bookstore than Akina had in mind— setting her with dismay, seeing poster girls in the window. Benjiro having his eyes pop into hearts as he read the flyer in the window. 'Make-out paradise vol. 1 Now here!'

Akina and Genma would have their heads hang, dropping dead to the side, shoulders shrugging down to Benjiro devilish face that was plotting something devious. "Oh no." They'd mutter.

The green-eyed girl would then cross her arms. "Don't tell me you're here to get that book of Master Jiraiya's?"

"Hey now, he's your dad's sensei… we should acknowledge his artistic work."

"Artistic? I wonder why there's an eighteen and older rating for something you call 'artistic?' You're not even allowed to read what this 'artistic' book has laid in its pages. My seventeen-year old cousin."

Benjiro was yet again, annoyed by his cousin— even though she was much younger, she was just more mature than both Benjiro and Genma combined. "I'm seventeen and eleven months, so ha."

Akina smirked, opening her eyes to glance at her cousin gawking at her. Knowing he had a plan causing that twinkle in his eye, going to make her take part of this plan. "I'm leaving." She would state to turn away, only to have Benjiro grab her collar.

"Oh no you don't… come on, green-eyed girl, I need your help."

"…What?"

"Just slip past the clerk and get me a copy."

"Yeah… now we're having an eight-year old going after the 'art.'"

Benjiro would sigh, Genma snickering again. "You wouldn't be expected to go after a book like that… so—"

"Now I understand when they say looks are a curse."

Genma would chuckle again, Benjiro being sat in more dismay to her stubbornness. "Listen, sis… I'll make it up to ya, just— huh—" He would exclaim to look to his comrade, tapping him on shoulder, and then pointing. Benjiro followed his finger, to Akina heading into the store. "Come on… we'll keep the clerk distracted."

"We?" Genma mutter.

"Just come on!"

They would begin talking to clerk, asking do you have that, this and that book again. While Akina rummaged through books, acting very innocent to what her cousin wanted. She loved books and reading, especially fairytales or geology. But yet no such books would be found in the pages of these publishing's of porn. To this Akina would rummage over to the make out paradise series, looking over her shoulder to the clerk that Benjiro kept busy. She'd nod to her cousin, making her way to the door nonchalantly as she kept the copy hidden in her hands from the clerks view. Benjiro slapped his money down on the desk and then turned away, fleeing with Akina and Genma nonchalantly out the door. "Thanks dude, gotta run!"

The clerk was very much bemused, picking up the money. "But you didn't buy anything?" He would look over to the front shelf in the window, having arrows go pointing in his head to the missing book from its spot. "BENJIRO."

Akina and her friends were already far running, but the cries were heard loud and clear over the rooftops. "YOU ROTTEN MOCHIZUKI."

The princess of the clan would secretly chuckle, taking the lead as she swerved a corner, skidding to stop— seeing Shisui and Itachi headed slowly coming her way. Akina went into a calm panic, looking down to the dirty novel, throwing it back behind her— hard and into nowhere.

"Ow!" Akina closed her eyes to her cousin's cry, hearing the book slam into his thick skull. "Don't throw the merchandise, sis."

"What's all the ruckus about?" Shisui would inquire, coming to stop in front of Akina with Itachi.

"Just my cousin… Benjiro ya remember my Uchiha comrades."

Said man rubbed his eye, it becoming blackish-blue. "Hey, guys…"

"What's up?" Genma address, taking a good scan at Benjiro's shiner. "Yo Akina, ya ever think of going out for the baseball team?" He'd ask, getting a death glare from Benjiro's good eye.

Akina didn't answer, sheepishly with a dull shrug of her shoulders to ignore the teenager. "Squad five gotta meeting or something?"

Shisui would shake his head, arms crossing. "Nah… we were just coming to see if you wanna catch a bite to eat?"

"Really?"

"Dumpling shop?" Itachi offered.

"Um…" Akina really didn't want to, but she knew Benjiro would go off with his squad anyway. And even though being alone sounded much better— "Alright, I guess."

Itachi smirked to her agreement, turning away with his hands coolly in his pockets to hide it. Shisui would also turn away, Akina going off with them. "Bye guys…"

"It seems we've lost her?" Genma would ask, while him and Benjiro watched her jog off.

"We're not really friends… more just annoying brothers."

"I wonder if Akina considers them friends… her comrades?"

"Probably not, knowing her."

"Maybe more than friends?"

There would come that death glare from Benjiro's eye again. "Shut-Up! That's my baby cousin you're talking about, dude."

"Sorry. Just saying that's all. How'd we get three guys on our team anyway?"

"I dunno," Benjiro shrug. Going back to read the pages of his porno book, turning a blind eye to his friend. No pun intended.

Dumpling shop
Akina and Itachi munched down on dango and tea, Shisui having a cup of red-bean soup in the beautiful spring breeze that swept through the shop. "Things have been so peaceful lately?" Shisui pout, placing his cup dully back to the table.

"You say that like it's a bad thing, brother?" Itachi would murmur.

Akina controlling herself from blushing— being irritated by having to stop the blood from filling up her cheeks. Itachi was weird for an Uchiha; he always seemed to prefer the relaxed peaceful life. Being amble to keep himself content with getting no missions, unlike Shisui. And yet, Akina always told herself he was probably just like all the others deep down, but she didn't care to find out. Swallowing the curious nature she had.

"How 'bout you, Akina?" Shisui pry, seeing that she was yet again spacing out.

"Huh?"

"Anything new?"

"No."

Shisui looked dull, thumping each finger across the table, pouting as he lent his head into his palm for support. "Man, you two are cut from the same cloth… what do I have to do to get a conversation?"

"Get new comrades." Akina would comment straight-faced, raising her tea to sip.

The bored Uchiha would give something akin to a growl, coming from a closed pouted lip. Itachi held his chuckle to both her joke and his best friend's expression.

"Why aren't you off training at the hospital or something?" Akina scoff, after she placed her hot tea back down.

"Master's booked with jobs and doesn't have the time for my training,"

"Ya ever think of training on your own?"

"Shut it… if I don't have someone to spar with my mother will make me stay home."

"That's because she knows you'd just go lax off in a teashop."

"Hey, I work hard twenty-four seven. And at home… it's too quiet with just my ma."

Akina could tell Shisui was slipping into a slight depression. "Wanna switch houses… my family never shuts up."

Shisui would burst a chuckle, shaking his hands and head at her offered joke. "No, no. Thanks, Akina."

"I was being serious ya know?"

"Whatever… I can imagine though. Your clan's mostly only kunoichi, the Mochizuki clan was the one that brought forth the first known kunoichi in the ninja world. Weren't they?"

"That's right… that was way back when the Mochizuki settled in the Leaf with Mochizuki Chiyome. Back in the days of Uchiha Mandra and the First Hokage."

"Speaking of powerful ninja… you hear about all the people who have gone missing from the village?" Itachi voice would address, placing his cup to the table to get his comrades full attention to him speaking?

"Oy vey, Itachi… I hate it when you get that eerie trance on ya expression."

Akina would come with the same expression, looking to the floor. "I've heard. I think someone in the village is gathering human specimens."

"Not you too, Akina… come on guys, this is sick."

"Shisui this is serious." The kunoichi would scold, hating ninja showing fear.

"Really, I couldn't tell the difference from your normal look."

Akina would slit her emerald hues, to the pouty Uchiha boy known as Shisui, unfortunately her comrade. She wondered why Itachi and Shisui always hung out together, them being complete opposites.

"I think I'll be going guys… see you around." The young Uchiha heir would say, rising out of the bench, leaving the dumpling shop without another word. Akina and Shisui's eyes followed Itachi out, until he was gone. Shisui's eyes looking back to Akina as she still stared at the exit way, even though he was gone. "A-kin-na?" Shisui asked slowly, separating the syllables in her name. "Akina?"

Said girl looked slowly back to Shisui, breaking from her trance. "Ya daydream a lot, huh?" The boy would ask, once grasping her attention.

"Um… I guess?"

"What about?" Shisui wondered devilishly.

Akina shrugged. "Nothing of your concern."

Shisui pouted once again, his fat bottom lip going over his top one. But he would have that expression fade to watch Akina also now stand, leaving her bench seat. "You leaving too?"

"See ya." And with that she was gone behind the curtain into the crowded street.

"Why me… I wouldn't pick any other comrades, but still why me?" He'd ask himself, his eyebrow then twitching knowing that he was talking to himself as always. He could hold a better conversation then either of his own comrades.

Akina walked the Leaf village streets, avoiding from going home— going in circles, not wishing to go "home" if she could call it that. It hadn't felt like home for a while, not since her parent's presence in that house. But it soon become dark though, streetlight flickering on and the sun setting beyond the hilly horizon.

She knew Benjiro would become worried. Making Akina glance to her watch at a time of ten-to-nine. Ten minutes to her curfew he had set for her. It was such a pain being controlled— Akina hated that feeling, the feeling of being unable to do nothing with her life. But not complaining, she would use up her last ten minutes, hopping to a high rooftop. Sitting down on the edge with her legs hanging off dangling. She loved the night, waiting for tomorrow to come, and to watch the sky from rooftops made it even better. Gazing to the walls surrounding the village, her.

She loved resting on the rooftops. The only place she would ever rest, feeling everything become clear, while the moon swallowed the rest of the sun from the sky. But she would never stay still for long, to come standing atop the tiled roof— looking over to the academy, as it was lit?

No one should be there at this hour, unless… Uchiha. She would curse his name, knowing he'd be correcting to "Itachi" at this moment. She couldn't let him get stronger than her, so she hopped from her high spot, back to the dark empty street. And headed for the academy.