Immortal's Daughter

Chapter 10: Yin and Yang

Koomahana

Brunet—brown hair

Blonde—yellow hair

Scarlet—red head

Pinket—pink hair

Violette—purple hair

Oranget—orange hair

Bluet—blue hair

Here's this week's chapter! last chapter was for last week

Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine; you want the real stuff get off this site

Thoughts

Paragraphs are flashbacks

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It was her second year at the Shinobi Academy and her second year in the advanced class. Ami's score hadn't increased much since last Year's final quarter test, she was still fifth place and had gotten a nice little 'visit' from one little Hyūga heir. Hinata had flat out told her that she wouldn't let her pass fifth place because there was no way she was going to get close to Sakura—in or out of their school. Ami marched through the street in annoyance; she glared at her feet and made no effort to hide her anger; no one dared to get in her way. She marched through the market, barely glancing at the stalls lining the streets; she barged past groups, not pausing to apologize. She made no attempt at respect to her elders, she made no attempt to smile for a younger child and she made no attempt to contact her friends. Ami marched through the streets and went straight to that broken down old brick building with holes in its roof and rats in its walls. She climbed the stairs as fast as possible, eventually she found herself running as fast as she could, she was quickly becoming a blur in the darkness of her home. She finally hit her floor and she took off down the hall, ignoring the startled shouts of several of her neighbors when she ran past. Ami quickly found her apartment door, slammed it open and ran straight through without bothering to close the door after herself. She ran to her room, slammed the door open and closed, and imminently flopped onto her bed, where she proceeded to scream into her pillow.

"Ami-chan?" her Aunt called softly, the soft bewildered tone told Ami that someone was visiting them again. Over the past month since her father's death, a single man who appeared to have been her father's once 'teammate' consistently visited them. Considering he was still a shinobi and still had missions to up hold, he didn't get to visit a lot but he did visit more often than he properly should.

"Ami-chan," her aunt said softly, stepping into the room and sitting gently against the edge of her bed, "Did something happen at school?" Ami could hear the stranger approach slowly, as if he was unsure if he should, "Ami-chan?" Ami sighed into her pillow and pulled out a sheet of paper from her pocket, she handed it to her 'aunt' without looking. She could hear the woman take the paper and unfold it, Ami could nearly feel the woman's confusion at the list of names and subjects.

"They're my new classes, for this year" Ami groaned into her pillow, "and that-that… girl is in almost all of them."

"The girl you've been having trouble with?" her aunt questioned curiously

"Yeah," Ami agreed, pushing herself onto her elbows and looking back at her aunt, "She's stuck up and annoying and I think she's getting worse." The white-eyed freak was certainly getting brazen lately, she didn't stutter near as much as she used to and Ami swore she could see that girl nearly skipping as she walked.

"What makes you say that?" her aunt asked, tilting her head to the side, as if she were a normal civilian woman who didn't kill a dozen people in the few hours of her escape from T&I the previous year. Ami took a deep breath, ready to go into a rant about her biggest annoyance and remembered that someone else was with them, she had a role to play and if she didn't play it right her 'aunt' was going to be taken away.

"She's a bossy know it all," Ami sighed, flopping back against her bed, stuffing her face into her pillow, "the funny thing is she's not that smart." She heard her aunt chuckle in amusement, she could feel the woman's short nails gently comb through her slightly longer purple hair and over her stiff shoulders.

"Hmm, it sounds like you're in need of some tea," her aunt said, Ami could hear the amusement in the woman's voice

"We don't have any," Ami replied, feeling the older woman lift herself from her bed, "did you forget what dad did when he found that one box?"

"…No," there was remorse, regret, and misery tinting her aunt's voice, "no… I didn't forget." Ami officially felt like crap, who knew the woman was that good of an actor? Seriously, she was laying the guilt on a little thick. "However, Kameyama-san took time out of his busy schedule to pick us up some."

"It's no problem," said man commented softly, Ami gasped and sat up straight in her bed, going so far as to flip over to look at the man standing in the door way to her room. "Easy there tiger, you're going to hurt yourself," Kameyama said with an easy smile, Ami tried to smile back but she doubted it looked as natural as she hoped it did. Kameyama was a calm shinobi, with deep maroon-red hair and warm brown eyes, nicely tanned skin and a rather startling scar stretching over his left jaw. Her 'Aunt Ren' happened to have deep Navy hair as curly as a river and as soft as silk, her pale skin almost appeared to have been kissed by the moon, and her eyes were the prettiest onyx Ami had ever seen.

"Ren-san is there anything I can help you with?" Kameyama asked, turning to her navy haired Aunt

"I'm fairly sure I can heat water and put a few paper packets into a cup," Ren replied with a chuckle and a smile. Ami stared at the two as they met in her door way, Kameyama looking like a mischievous devil and Ren looking like a charmed angle. They made the perfect pair, except Ami couldn't tell if Ren knew the man before she showed up in her life or if the woman was purposefully charming the man to keep a 'stable' appearance for the public. The best part about Ren targeting Kameyama? With her navy-blue hair and his Maroon-red locks, it would explain her purple hair and all Ami would have to say as that they're her parents and she has her dad's eyes. That's it, they could be a real family and no one would question it; that was the beauty of Ren's and Kameyama's other worldly appearances. It didn't make Ami appear to be from another world, she was rather plain looking when compared to them, but for a moment she could pretend that when she grew up, she'd be as beautiful as Ren or as mysterious as Kameyama.

"Kameyama-san was there something important you needed to speak to Aunty about?" Ami asked, noticing that neither one of them had moved on from her door way. Immanently they both jumped, blushed brightly, stammered over their words like a couple of nervous kids and stumbled their way out of her doorway and down the hall. Ami rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh; she jumped off her bed and followed them into the small kitchen slash dining room. It would take Ami staring dully at Kameyama for five minutes before he'd take the hint and leave, Ren gave Ami a disapproving look before walking the man to the door and speaking with him again for another five minutes before remembering she has the stove on. Ami didn't say anything as her Aunt fussed over the tea-pot and cups, trying to pour it just right without spilling a drop, something she still failed miserably at. Being fresh off the stove, Ami knew the cup of tea was still too hot to touch much less drink so she waited for it too cool down while she played with the string of the tea.

"So when are you going to tell me what that paper means?" Ren asked curiously, testing her cup of tea before flinching back and returning her cup to the table.

"It means I'm still in the advanced class at the academy," Ami answered with a sigh, straightening slightly only to slump against the wooden table top again. "Technically my schedule didn't change all that much from last year but I did get another class because I'm a second year now. Iruka-sensei says that every year I'll be given another class until I reach ten classes in my final year when I'm thirteen or fourteen. He says that depending on what time of the year I was born depends on how old I will be."

"…I'm glad they know talent when they see it," Ren smiled at her, "now what is it about that girl that you hate so much?"

"I don't understand why I hate her but I do," Ami grumbled lowly, nearly pouting to herself. "I always have, ever sense we first met." Suddenly Ami scowled, her eyes darkening and her voice rose to a shout, "I can't help it! I hate her!" Ren was quiet a moment, lost in her own thoughts as they both watched the slow curly mist over their teas slowly dissipate into soft wisps.

"I think I know why," Ren said at last, "when were you born?"

"May 28th," Ami huffed, not seeing the woman jerk at the information, "At least according to Nee-chan."

"You have a sister?" Ren asked, her eyes widening and her face paling. She had lived with the girl for a year now and this was the first time she's heard of it, what was she going to do when the girl suddenly showed up in their house? She wouldn't think twice about blowing Ren's cover!

"She's dead," Ami reassured softly, "died when I was five. I don't remember her face much less her name so don't worry about it."

"I do have to worry about it," Ren hissed at her, "I'm your aunt, I'm supposed to know these things."

"…you only came into our life two years ago," Ami said, glancing up from her crossed arms to look at Ren meaningfully, "it's understandable that you don't know about my elder sister because father forbid any mention of her." Ren blinked in understanding and sighed her silent agreement, Ami returned to staring at her cooling tea. "…why do you think you know why I hate her so much?"

"Hmm? Oh yes," Ren nodded her head courtly, "I belief the girl to be your opposite, your sister from another life line."

"Huh?" Ami gave her aunt a bland look

"I mean in a past life you two were sisters but something happened to separate you two," Ren clarified, feeling the beginnings of a headache begin to pulse just behind her eyes, "most likely bickering over a boy. That's what breaks up sisters the most."

"…I highly doubt that," Ami sighed, returning her forehead to her arm. Sakura didn't appear to like Sasuke, she's never once seen the pinket fuss or coo at the stoic boy in any of their classes, and he was in plenty of them.

"Doesn't matter," Ren chuckled, "in this life she is your opposite. Think of it this way, you are yang and she is yin, get it?"

"It's believable," Ami sighed, comparing their looks and personalities, "whenever she gets the chance, she's always running her mouth. I can't describe how much I hate her."

"Hmm, that's understandable," Ren murmured, taking another sip of her tea, "She is sunlight and you are darkness. Two sides of the scales that will always, and I mean always, biker and fight. If she were to die you would be lost. She is your goal, your enemy, your challenger and your companion. Whatever you are, she will be the opposite of, no matter what, you two will always go rounds. Just like Yin and Yang."

"…Yin and Yang" Ami repeated slowly, pulling herself up to look into her tea cup. The soft cream her aunt placed in it to make it sweeter swirled around the stark blackness of tea, looking just like the universal sign of balance. "Can Yang win against Yin?"

"Huh?" Ren blinked at the strange question, Ami looked up at her with determined brown eyes

"I want to beat my Yin," Ami said, her voice thick and hard with determination, "I want to overcome it, I want to be Yang without its Yin."

"…overcoming your Yin is difficult at best," Ren replied with a slight frown, "it'll take years before you're strong enough to overcome her light."

"Then teach me," Ami said, rising to her feet and looking at Ren with the look of a soldier who just came to terms with what needed to be done to win a war. "Teach me how to overcome my Yin, I want to beat her!" Ren stared at her, her face and eyes as blank as any empty scroll, her posture statue still.

"…Alright," Ren said slowly, "I will teach you what I know."

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Shino lifted his hand as he caught sight of a small black insect flying unsteadily towards him. His insect had been away for an entire day, he was beginning to worry when it didn't come back as soon as the others. Every morning at the academy, he would send one bug to Ami's hair and retrieve the other one from the day before but today the other insect hadn't reported back to him so he sent another to find out about the previous one. The second insect returned to relay the previous bug's dyeing words: death, Sakura, danger, Ami, circle. He didn't know what the dyeing insect had meant but he made a note of it in his journal anyways, it would be best if he didn't leave anything out concerning the purple haired girl. Since the start of the advanced classes, Shino kept a record of everything his insects reported back to him; it even got to the point that he was tempted to place more on the obnoxious girl. He was literally detailing out her daily life in a journal, keeping track of every building she entered, every conversation she had, and overly detailed replicated sentences Ami had concerning anything related to 'Sakura'.

"What do you have to report?" Shino asked the bug as it rested in his palm, the bug twitched its antennae for a moment, silently relaying the information he was looking for. "You are sure of this?" Shino asked, his body stiffening at what the bug was relaying to him. He quickly placed the bug on his shoulder and grabbed his nearby journal, quickly writing down everything the bug told him. After a moment the bug stilled and fell silent, Shino's head snapped around to look down at the tiny creature, his eyes widened for a moment realizing that his informant was dead. Shino turned back down at the Intel he had gathered with his insects, over the past week and a half since the advanced classes began, he's filled three notebooks containing Ami's conversations concerning Sakura as well as Ami's daily routines.

This is bad, Shino thought, turning to look back at his room from where he sat on the open porch of his home. I need to tell Shikamaru, Shino scrambled onto his feet and hurried into his room, he easily put on his big coat, grabbed a bag and stuffed all three full journals into it quickly followed by his newest journal with the newest information he had gathered. Just to be safe he grabbed his shiriken and kunai case, also followed by his pouch containing emergency equipment. He would have to hide the pouch under his coat or else his relatives would think he was trying to imitate one of his relatives when they left for a mission. The last thing he needed was for one of them to get suspicious and send their own insects to follow him around for the entire day. Then Shino fast walked to his front door, grabbed his shoes and hurried out the door; all without noticing a pair of glinting glasses watch him silently.

Perhaps I should follow him…

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He coughed as he re-entered his home village, glad to be home since he was gone for the past two months. He imminently went to the kage tower to report, ignoring every questioning glance given to him by his fellow Anbu members. It wasn't long before he was standing just outside the Hokage's office window, waiting for permission to enter.

"Ah, you can enter," the familiar voice of his Hokage called softly, "I haven't seen you in some time, Nekoshi. How was your mission?"

"I apologize for the delay," he replied as he opened the window further, letting himself enter the crimson washed room, "the client was slipped false information and delayed the mission for a month. However it was completed and the target will not be hunting anymore civilians."

"I see," Hiruzen nodded, turning in his chair to observe the young man entering his office, "I trust you are unwounded?"

"Of course," Nekoshi agreed, his masked face tilting slightly in agreement

"Good, I'm taking you off the register," Hiruzen said as he stiffly rose to his feet, "oi-hay, I've sat to long."

"Sir?" Nekoshi questioned, a frown stretching on his face and sounding in his voice

"You hadn't returned on time so I was a little worried Nekoshi-kun," Hiruzen explained as he gestured for the young man to follow him, "I was forced to use another Anbu agent to take your place."

"The deal came through?" Nekoshi asked, following Hiruzen out of the office, "the advanced application was accepted?"

"Yes, I was able to convince the council to approve the advanced class," Hiruzen nodded as they walked down the hall. "Tenzo was able to take your place for the assignment but I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it for much longer."

"Tenzo was never an official member of my team," Nekoshi said dejectedly, "wait, take my place? What has happened? Is Sakura alright?"

"She is just fine," Hiruzen chuckled, "as the youngest in the team who found her, and the only official remaining member, it is technically your responsibility to teach her. But with the mission you took the morning of her academy entrance day, I didn't get to talk to you before you left. So I sent Tenzo in your place."

"He's not an official member of my team," Nekoshi reminded the Hokage, "he only joined us when Kakashi-san recommended him just after the Kiyobi attack. He was never made an official teammate."

"Still don't like him huh?" Hiruzen chuckled, "I suppose I can understand that. I wouldn't be happy if I found out that someone was pretending to be me for the past month and a half and was doing a remarkable job of fooling everyone."

"He's been pretending to be me?" Nekoshi asked, sounding insulted by the suggestion, "I'll kill him."

"No you won't," Hiruzen chuckled in amusement, "he's taken to protecting her quite well. He's even mimicking you nearly perfectly at the academy. The children like him teaching them, especially Sakura-chan."

"Lord Hokage," Nekoshi groaned, "please tell me he's not using the transformation jutsu."

"Alright, alright," Hiruzen chuckled, his smile stretching further on his face, "I won't lie to you, it wouldn't be fair." Nekoshi groaned again, following Hiruzen into a new room of the kage building. Inside sat two familiar young men, both bent over numerous sheets of paper, looking as if they were drowning in paper work.

"Tenzo-kun, Kakashi-kun, Nekoshi-kun has returned," both men jerked their heads up to look at the masked man

"S-Sempai!" Tenzo stuttered as he scrambled to his feet, white smoke enveloping his body to reveal his true form, "you're back!"

"I should punch you," Nekoshi growled taking a threatening step towards the young brunet, "be glad you were under orders."

I am, trust me, I am, Tenzo thought, beginning to sweat as his superior continued to glare at him.

"Ah, Tenzo-kun, where is Inoichi-kun at?" Hiruzen asked as he looked around the room, "he was to meet with me here…"

"He just left to get us some coffee," Kakashi answered as he slumped in his seat, regarding the stacks of paper work wirily. "He should be back in any minute now"

"Good," Hiruzen smiled and turned to look at Nekoshi, "when he returns he'll show you every memory Tenzo-kun has of the academy and everything you've missed concerning Sakura-chan over the past month and a half."

"Thank you lord Hokage," Nekoshi sighed, "but are you sure that is wise? Inoichi-san isn't read in on my missions…"

"You'll be surprised with the level of clearance Inoichi-kun has," Hiruzen chuckled

"So then… does this mean that I return to Anbu duties?" Tenzo asked

"I should hope so," Nekoshi growled, quickly lifting his mask off to reveal his teal green eyes, "I can't belief you actually stole my name and face."

"It was with the best of intentions," Tenzo squeaked with a nervous smile

"The road to hell was paved with the best of intentions," everyone turned to the amused sounding voice

"Ah, Inoichi-kun," Hiruzen greeted with a smile, "are you ready?"

"Can I set the coffee down?" Inoichi asked in amusement, quickly moving towards the table to set the three sets of coffee cups down. "Alright then," Inoichi spun on his heal, pulled out two chairs to sit on either side of him and gestured for Tenzo to sit in one and Nekoshi in the other. "Hotaru Kazehitoha, Lord Hokage has already informed me not to look in your mind, and only to transport Tenzo-san's memories over to you. Is that alright?"

"So long as you don't remove any memories, I'll be fine," Hotaru said as he sat down and slanted his eyes at Tenzo, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

"No problem," Inoichi chuckled, "it's actually easier to transfer memories then to seal them."

"Ready boys?" Hiruzen asked with a smirk, "alright, Inoichi-kun, whenever you're ready."

"I'm always ready," Inoichi smirked and closed his eyes while he placed his palms on both male's heads. Now just to make everything clear—

Creepy! Tenzo thought, only to flinch when he felt someone mental slap him. He could hear Hotaru chuckled at his misfortune, clearly he was enjoying himself. Inoichi sighed and took a deep breath before he continued with his primary task, the purpose of him being used to transfer the memories and not someone else.

In the advanced class there will be only three recognized graduates, the ones with the highest scores.

Everyone knows that, Tenzo mentally frowned at him

The other six graduates will not be recognized on anything more than paper work, Inoichi continued, giving the younger man an annoyed look within the shared mind-space were all three of them currently stood. To the public eye it will appear that the three recognized graduates are the only graduates of the advanced class. Is that understood?

Got it, Hotaru nodded, can we continue with the task at hand?

Now that, that's out of the way, we can proceed, Inoichi smirked and in the safety of their mind, took both men's hands and concentrated on sharing Tenzo's memories of Sakura and the academy with Hotaru.

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Shikamaru ignored his mother's gripping as he turned the corner of his family home, one finger stuck in his ear just to peeve the woman off. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of several of his more active relatives towering in front of a familiar looking boy, his insects hovering around him protectively.

"You two!" Shikamaru flinched at the same time as his relatives, his mother could scare the Sanin if she dared, "What do you think you're doing to that boy?" the two known Anbu agents turned together, their eyes wide and faces pale, it was a uniform—and silent—decision in the clan to never, never, anger Yoshino Nara. If she didn't do something to you, Shikaku would and no one wanted to get on his bad side.

"He-He trespassed Y-Yoshino-sama," one man stuttered, retreating two steps to show that his partner's shadow was connected to the academy student's.

"Shikamaru," Shino called, softly, "We need to talk."

"Huh?" Shino blinked dumbly at his friend, only to realize that it wasn't a question but a demand, something Shino virtually never did. "Come on in," Shikamaru said calmly, "I was just about to feed the deer, you can help me."

"That sounds reasonable," Shino agreed before dispersing into a few thousand insects, his head dispersing into a wide circle almost imminently, "I will see you there."

"What? That brat," the one hissed, his shadow retreating to release the bugs, letting them fly away

"Oi, cousin," Shikamaru called as he turned away, headed for the direction the bugs indicated, "Don't hurt my friend again." He may have appeared relaxed and calm to a stranger, but his relatives could see the clenched fists he had half hidden in his pockets and his mother could see the hard glint in his eyes when he walked past. She knew imminently that a silent message had been exchanged between the two boys and if she was right, she would need to make sure that the information was delivered to Shikamaru without anyone interfering.

"Shikamaru-sama, do you know that boy?" the same Agent from before asked, his head tilting slightly to the side

"If you can't recognize the Aburame clan heir then you're even lazier then my husband!" Yoshino barked, glaring at the two men, "How do two fully grown men—Anbu agents at that!—Not recognize Shibi's child?! Huh?! Tell me that!" Shikamaru continued walking away, ignoring his mother ripping the two men a new ear hole, something his mother seemed to be proficient in.

So not worth the trouble, Shikamaru thought as he disappeared into the forest surrounding his home, just as he was swallowed up by its darkness, his attention was drawn towards the slouching figure of his friend. "What's up? It's not like you to demand something of me, not innless it involves Sakura or Ami."

"It does," Shino agreed dully, pushing himself off the tree trunk and turning to follow Shikamaru further into the forest, "Do you know a place to sit and rest? You'll need to with the information I'm about to supply you."

"Yeah, I know the perfect place," Shikamaru agreed, "on a scale of one to ten, how bad is this?"

"I'd say ten but that's village evacuation level," Shino said thoughtfully, "most likely an eight or nine."

"So bad enough I need to be sitting down," Shikamaru sighed, "Today just went from bad to worse."

"Our year might've gotten even worse," Shino replied calmly, "it all depends on what you've decide to do with the information."

Shikamaru's eyes narrowed further and he nodded in understanding

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Hidan rolled his shoulders with a smirk, glade that he was finally returned to his body after so many days of being separate. The only plus side he had of being separated from his body was that Kakuzu had actually sat down and wrote out all of the 'clues' or posable 'keys' to finding his daughter. At least they had a check list to work with, a way to eliminate those who had the least amount of possibility working for them.

Raised in fire country

About six or seven years old

Female

Has a name related to spring

Has red or white hair and purple or green eyes

Her fighting skill should be A-class

How hard was it to find one little girl?

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