A/N: I can't wait for the anime to catch up to the manga! squee Well, R&R!

WARNINGS: Cussing

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto or any of its Characters.

Harmonizing

Hot wind oppressed me as I ran through the conflagration despite the Kazekage's protests. I knew punishment awaited me upon myreturn, but I only thought of proving Suna's innocence and kicking that damn Hinako's ass!

When did you gain such a potty mouth?

'Shut up! You know you're pissed too!'

Well, yeah, she's framed Gaara, but that's no reason to gain such a foul mouth!

That shrill laughter rang through the woods in which I pursued Hinako. The Waterfall Village lay far behind us, the glowing smoke signalin to everyone the destruction that had taken place. Finally, we stopped abruptly at a clearing and Hinako faced me, smirking in her sphinxy way.

"Uchiha Hinako!" I called out to her. "Your life ends here!"

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow and vanished.

I gasped as I discovered her hand on my shoulder and her mouth whispering in my ear. "I think you have it switched around."

I jumped forward and twirled around, my chakram immeadiately in hand, but Hinako was unfazed by my glare. I thrust my weapons with all my might, their round blades spinning with great speed. Hinako didn't budge an inch, simply stuck her finger up at the precise moment till she had the silver blades spinning round her finger.

She yawned lethargically. "Just because I'm a newbie doesn't mean they have to give me such crappy missions."

I stiffened, half in fright, half in anger. 'She caught them as if they were nothing!'

She understands something you do not.

'Like what?'

"What an ugly weapon," Hinako tossed my chakrams into a tree. "Held by an ugly weilder. I pitty them. Even weapons as ugly as that deserve a better weilder than you. You toss them around retardedly. Such an ugly girl."

"What?!" I recoiled at the bombardment of insults I had just suffered.

"So you're deaf too?" Hinako sighed. "I said you were ugly, grotesque, distasteful. You're so common and bleak I want to hurl."

"Take that back!" I shouted, feeling the sting of her mockery in my eyes, I charged, fist first.

The Uchiha simply pushed my fist to the side and smacked me in the back of the neck with the side of her hand. I could feel the ricochet of the blow through out my body and lay paralyzed on the grass. Hinako slammed her foot into my back and ground her toe into my spine.

"You're not even worth killing," she spat viciously.

I could feel the weight on my back lift away and knew that she had teleported herself somewhere else. I didn't lift myself however. I breathed sharply as my tears watered the grass, and Hinako's words echoed in my mind.

Do you want to know what it is you don't understand?

'Yeah.'

When you hold the chakrams, you merely think of them as a weapon, a hunk of metal to chunk at someone. To you, they feel heavy. No matter what the weapon, you must view it as an extension of yourself. You are not a weapon, and it is most certainly not a weapon. You are one being and you both wish to do someone harm. It's just like you and me. We cannot be opposing forces if we are to fight with our full potential. You cannot oppose your weapon, you must work together and treat it as if it were apart of yourself. Would you carelessly toss your arm at someone?

'No.'

Then don't just throw your weapon at your enemy. Throw your whole being at them. Remember why you're fighting, and envision that reason everytime you move in battle.

'Wow. You give surprisingly good advice.'

Well, when you die you meet a lot of people.

'I should probably et back to Gaara-sama and help in proving our innocence to the Takikage.'

That would be better than crying on the ground.

The fires had been stifled by the time I returned, but the fire's in people's hearts had not been extenguished. The angry villagers of Takigakure surounded Gaara who remained impassive.

"You have come here to destroy us, haven't you?" Shibuki interrogated Gaara, who didn't answer.

"We will not stand-by after what you've done to our village!" somone from within the crowd shouted and others chimed in with angry yells.

"Down with Suna!"

"Kill the Kazekage!

"Wait!" I shouted as I jumped over the crowd and landed next to Gaara. "We were framed! We came here on a peace mission! Not to destroy the village! We wouldn't waste our time attacking this place anyway!"

"What?!" the villagers waved their weapons in the air, begging for blood.

"You're not helping," Gaara growled in a low voice at me.

"We really didn't do it!" I pleaded to the blood thirsty mob. "We were framed by Akatsuki! They want to pit all of the countries against each other! We came here to make a truce! Not to destroy you! We didn't attack you!"

"It's useless," Gaara sighed. "They don't care if we did it or not. They simply want to make someone suffer their revenge. I'm sorry, for the trouble you have suffered. We will take our leave now."

"Do you think we'll let you leave that easily?" the crowd closed in on the group.

I kneed one guy in the stomach who was coming at Gaara with a pitchfork and kicked another in the face from the opposite end. I tossed a woman over my shoulder and punched another in the face. The crowd got the point and backed off.

"That was unnecessary, Misa," Gaara told me even though he didn't budge an inch.

"I needed to vent out some frustration," I smirked, proud of my moves.

Gaara walked forward towards the gate to the village, glares lining his path. Misa followed him and glared bck at everyone like a gaurd dog, until they were outside of the village.

"Another town leveled by Akatsuki," I sighed. "If we don't hurry, they might get the Grass Village, too."

"We'll get them by then," Gaara promised as we headed through the woods. "Until then, Sarafu, I want you to train Misa. We have nearly two days walk there."

I nodded for Sarafu an tredded a little slower behind Gaara to focus on Sarafu as we traveled.

Since we were just on the subject, let's work on harmonizing with your weapon. First, to speed things up, I want you to create as many clones as you can.

'Why?'

When you create clones, create another you, that has the exact same tributes, although it splits up your chakra, it still can retain the information an when it is undone, you still hold all of the information. It's like training for 50 days in five minutes. Understand?

'Sort of.'

I put my hands together and spoke aloud. "Kage bunshin no jutsu!" Little white clouds of smoke exploded around me and I stared at nearly 50 other Misa's.

I hope you cloned your weapon, too.

'Of course.'

Good, then I want you to do strokes with your weapon the entire way there.

'Strokes? Like Kanji?'

No! You doofus! I wan you to swing it back and forth as if you were attacking someone right in front of you and never let go! Do not throw it. You must get used to the feel of it in your hands. Also, you need to give it a name. It will help with the mental part of the training.

'A name? How about...Luna?'

Really? That's a rather girly name.

'Well, its because Mr. Kyo called them the Moon Chakram, I didn't want to call out 'Moon' everytime so I thought Luna was prettier. Besides, it's a girl.'

You already gave it a gender? Good job! You're going to be a natural at this!

'Thanks!'

Now get to work.