The arrival to the Land of Waves wasn't as ideal was Kikue thought to be. It was misty and humid, but that was given for all terrains within the Land of Fire. She also had a horrible sense of direction, it had taken her two weeks to get onto the land from Kiri. The Wave drew no parallels to her origins, it may be surrounded by water, but it had no apathetic culture that hung over everyone like dense fog like it had in the Mist. She liked it here, not much of the civilisation, but the realm of forestry, that it had, hiding her from the chaotic world around her.

It was her safe heaven.

But her paradise was soon disrupted, as an intruder came soon after she settled, in the form of a man with a scar on his chin and a basket of what smelled like fish. He had walked straight into Kikue's world of fragile greenery with a cheerful grin, who was he to do so? It irked the little Kaguya, as he cheerfully greeted her with a wave.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

His welcoming face seems to fall as his eyes meet with hers of stony grey and unamused face.

"The civillans have been saying that there's a snow spirit in the forest, sent to bring misfortune to our land. So I came to check our Yuki Onna out."

The Kaguya's lips thinned at the statement obviously offended.

"Well you've seen your bringer of misfortune, now please go away. Leave me in peace." She trilled, turning to face her back to him.

"Now, now, don't be like that. I'm a friend." He said, lifting his hands up as if he were surrendering.

Kikue ignores him, she would ignore him until he left. Or attempt to, at least, politeness and etiquette had been something her mother enforced.

"So who are you? I'm Kaiza, a local fisherman."

A few seconds had pasted and for what seemed like a long while, a small sigh drifted into Kaiza's ears, before she grudgingly gave out her name.

"I'm Kaguya Kikue."

Kaiza honestly thought her stubbornness and her lonesome nature was rather endearing but if not slightly concerning. She looked like she was at least 5 years of age and children that age, lived to socialise and make friends. But this little girl enjoyed being by herself more than anything else. Even the way she had spoken, her speech had a rather eloquent air and a sense of finality that made her seem as if she wanted to end the short conversation before it could escalate. Her stony eyes that were constantly half lidded, which one could equate to a souless person, as if she were jaded in her state.

A cheeky grin appears on his face as he walks around the little girl to stand in front of her, she freezes but never looks up to address him, instead Kikue puts her focus into the grass around her, but he is persistent, standing there like a wall waiting for the Kaguya to give him her focus, his presence that looms over her makes her uncomfortable. She sighs again, this time she turns to glare at him in annoyance.

"What do you want?"

4 Years Later...

It wasn't Kikue's intention to have Kaiza in her life, but the fisherman had continued to invade her realm of forestry. Despite the unwanted presence, the Kaguya's life remained stagnant, she slept against a tree every night, explored the forest in the mornings, enjoyed a bath at the small lake near her special place and even the way the grass cushioned her body as she fell back. It was was everything she wanted, quiet, peaceful and idyllic - Yet so boring, oh so very boring, it had been so mundane that she could yank her hair out. She missed it, that fluctuating nature of the shinobi lifestyle that she had been bred into.

More than often she found herself drifting herself back into taijutsu stances, her hands intertwining into series of hand-signs and slowly but surely, Shikotsumyaku and her ice affinity. Finding new ways to amuse herself, dangling upside down on a tree branch, secured by the hold of her charka, walking on water and so on. Her urge to do something was like a tick, drumming through her veins, that was the curse of the Kaguya.

She was often alone now, her life was stagnant, whilst Kaiza's life was like the raging waters, he had married with a family of his own and despite this, he continued to invade her space with offerings of fish or seafood alike. He bought another man once, whom she never bothered to learn the name of. But they had build her a small cabin of polished wood, much to her annoyance, she currently resided in it.

Yet over the years, the country's corruption had become apparent, it had been a man who owned a transport company, stopping trade and goods entering, many people had began to drown in poverty, it reminded her of the Water. Corrupted. Impoverished. Unstable.

It didn't help that Kaiza had disappeared for a while now, it was concerning because by now it had been weeks since she last saw him. The builder of her cabin showed up instead with a grim face.

"You are the cabin builder."

"Tazuna."

"Alright, Tazuna-san, where is he? Where is Kaiza-san?"

Kikue was met with silence, before he lowered his head.

"Kaiza...Kaiza, he passed away a few days ago."

Her stomach dropped and a sense of numbness washed over her and for that moment she heard nothing, felt nothing, her eyes blurred with dizziness. Yet she did not cry, for no tears would come but she could only shake in grief and anger. Her knees weakened as she slid onto the grass. The man had left her to mourn by herself after she dismissed him.

She lived in constant guilt after that, constant guilt that she hadn't been more active in his life, nor did she see him as he took his last breath, selfishly deciding to live in a world of her own, living in the dark - Was her peaceful world all for naught? The fact that one could not live entirely in bliss? Perhaps.

Kikue isolated herself after that, never going past the boundaries of the forest. She was never satisfied in her state, the forest was her cage, a place to punish herself, a place of guilt and self-resentment.

It had been a constant state of purgatory, she could do nothing, inwardly Kikue was clawing at herself to get revenge, but she was only a one man army, she was strong, very strong, killing her classmates at the academy graduation had proven that. But she couldn't annihilate armies of men, maybe soon, but surely not now.

Her life would continue to remain stagnant, training and if time seemed to have passed, she wouldn't think much of it.

It had been one of those days, where Kikue locked herself in the cabin, she was bored, training without moving a target was getting to her, she was really going crazy this time, fingers twitching, her bones twitching for action and usage. But the Kaguya was stubborn and conflicted, she still desired the peace and tranquility she once had, avoiding outside interactions with others, the last interaction had left her - numb. It was living in her own self-made illusion, regardless of her bitter taste of reality years back.

Suddenly, a soft knock from the door reached Kikue's ears, leaving her confused. No one came here, that was a given, after all these years of solitude. Who was it now? She cracked open the door slightly, her stony grey eye peeking through to see an androgynous boy with long raven hair and a pink kimono. She didn't know this person.

But he seemed to recognize just by seeing her eye, because he gave a soft chuckle.

"Its been a long time Kikue-chan..."

Her eyes widened as she opened the door wider, to take a closer look at the boy. His warm brown eyes and raven reminded her of her late mother and that boy, that boy who she left years ago, in the hands of Momochi Zabuza.

Haku.

"Haku-san. Its been a while, how are you?"

Upon inspection, he had grown, as Kikue herself, only reached to his shoulder, he adopted a certain grace, that shinobi only had with practice. Perhaps he had gotten strong, as she told him to all those years ago, but how could he not? Assuming he grew under Zabuza's tutelage.

"So why are you here, Haku-san? Surely not just visiting me is it?"

He shakes his head almost apologetically.

"Its a mission, but I hoped to find you along the way."

His seemed rather nervous, like those rabbits that she would causally catch for dinner, Kikue could feel it in her bones, an uncomfortable sensation that run under her skin, as if urging her to kill him like prey. Kikue's fingers twitch and closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before opening her eyes to stare at him.

"You're anxious."

It seemed like an instant but Haku bowed his head in a pleading manner.

"Please Kikue-chan! Please help me! Protect Zabuza-san when I cannot."

She was rather confused.

"Are you not confident in Momochi-san's ability? Or your own at that matter?"

"I am." Haku said slowly. "But I am afraid we'll be overpowered this time."

Kikue really wanted to reject his request and was about to until Haku spoke again.

"I want to protect my dream, Kikue-chan. To protect Zabuza-san. Please help us.."

The Kaguya sighed again.

"I'll think about it. Just give me the details, so if I do show up, I show up at the right place."

Haku gave a relieved but knowing smile.

Kikue spent her time training after that, regardless of her prior display of reluctance, she had all the intention to show up. To her Haku hadn't really changed, as she could still tell that he was the little boy she had met all those years ago. For her, seeing him again gave her a resolve. A resolve to protect him.

It had been a blink of an eye, but soon she had found herself on the bridge after many wrong turns and dead ends, she really needed to improve her sense of direction. She arrived late, but early enough to hear Haku's past from acute hearing that Kaguyas seemed to have adapted. His past didn't surprise her, many clans where subjected to the purge of bloodlines in the Water. But to be a Yuki, he must've inherited the Ice Release, so by default they were related in some form, perhaps, not directly, but still related.

Although demonic charka rolled off in waves, threateningly, it didn't bother Kikue, as offspring from one of the most violent prone clans in the nations, being overwhelmed by charka wasn't in her dictionary. Ignoring the presence, she ran towards Zabuza to shield him from the silver haired man, whom she vaguely remembered as Sharingan no Kakashi, his lightning jutsu was at least concerning, Shikotsumyaku wasn't built for small lethal things. She could only try.

"You..." Zabuza said, widening his eyes in shock.

Kikue doesn't say anything in return as she shrugged off her haori, felting her skin break form her spine, yanking out the bone the forms she flicks it to curl the bone around his wrist.

"Ice Dance: Vine of the Clematis."

As the bone from the spine curled around the Copycat's wrist, thick ice spread along her bone, encasing Kakashi's hand in the process allowing the lighting to die down. Kikue slid her feet, turning to throw the man away into a safe distance, ice breaking in the process.

"Kikue-chan!"

Kikue turned to see Haku running towards her, embracing her into a hug.

"I thought you weren't coming..."

She snorted daintly, staying stiff in the hug.

"Well, I got lost. Some faith you have in me."

"Gato?" Zabuza asked incredulous."What are you doing here? Why do you have those henchmen?"

"Our strategy changed a bit." Gato said snobbishly. "Since hiring shinobi is so expensive, I thought it would be best if you died here. I had hoped these brats would be able to finish you off, but it looks like my men and I will have the pleasure of killing you all."

He was the man who killed Kaiza.

At that moment, she felt her blood boil, as she pushed Haku gently and stepped forward with Zabuza.

"Its been a long time Momochi-san."

"So it has brat. So what's got that doll-like face all scrunched up?"

"Gato-san has treaded too closely near my territory throughout the years, its been quite an irritation of mine for years. I also need a moving target, my body as been bothering me for quite sometime."

"So you have fallen too. You Kaguyas are all the same, except for the fact..."

Kikue interrupted with a dainty laugh.

"Talk later. Fight now..."

Her skin on her shoulder broke this time, drawing her upper arm bone out, sharpened at the end like a blade .

"Ice Dance : Flower of the Camellia."

Ice encased the bone, creating a large weapon to wield.

Lunging into the crowd of thugs, Kikue slashed almost carelessly, whether it was the throat or the chest. The Kaguya had felt adrenaline that erupted in her and for once in many years, she felt alive. As much as she would deny it, she had missed the violence and confrontation that was distinctively Kaguya. She felt a ghost smile stretch on her lips as her blade cut straight into Gato, whilst Zabuza decapitated his head.

It was fun, and she had felt better as the itch for combat left her as she breathed heavily.

She felt her haori draped her her shoulders, with Haku's smiling face in her vision as she looked back.

She offered a soft smile of her own as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Haku!"

Kikue felt her eye twitch, turning towards a boy with a bright orange jumpsuit. The longer she stared, the longer her eyes hurt. It was a bright orange jumpsuit, so bright that it might as well be neon.

'I think I'm starting see weird patches of green...'

Her eyes roll back and she feels herself fall from the amount of orange, the Kaguya knows she is being melodramatic, but Kami that thing is hideous.

She killed her classmates for graduation.

She killed her late mother.

She killed numerous of rabbits over the years. RIP rabbits.

Yet she had fainted from a bright tacky orange jumpsuit.

Sensory deprivation? Yes.

She had woken up the next day with the sunlight in her face. Despite her rest, she felt rather fatigued. Rising up, Kikue notices all the other people in the room. Haku was situated to her right whilst the others scattered around the room. It felt over crowded, she wasn't used to so many people at a time, nor was she used to children of her age. She liked Haku and Kimimaro, but that was it.

It was an unfamiliar setting, walking down stairs to face the back of a woman, washing pans.

"Good morning." Kikue drawled.

The woman dropped the pan she had been holding as she turned to meet her stone grey eyes.

But Kikue directed her eyes to the falling pan and uses her hand to spring herself forward from the table top, giving the pan with her other. She sets her eyes on the woman again.

"Would you like some help?"

Kikue felt a sense of temporary warmth with the woman, Tsunami within the kitchen. It was a long forgotten feeling, not unwelcome but strange, and very much so. As Tsunami set breakfast on the table, the Kaguya walked up stairs to wake everyone else. She may be gentle with Haku, that doesn't mean she'll be nice to everybody else.

She kneels beside Haku, patting his cheeks gently, cooing.

"Hakuuuuu..."

The boy wakes slowly and Kikue stands up to wake the others in a rough manner, shaking their shoulders and saying nothing else.

By the time all the ninjas were at the table, Tsunami and her family were already at the table, she recognised the old man, the one that built her little cabin. However, nothing is exchanged but a nod of acknowledgement. Breakfast is tense, stares from the Copycat ninja and his team were rested the Kaguya, much to her irritation. They didn't speak, not until everyone had gotten out of the house for a training session, Zabuza and Haku followed and I trailed from a small distant by default.

"Now, since we're all on the same page now, why don't we introduce ourselves?" Kakashi called.

The neon jumpsuit jumped in first and introduced himself as Uzumaki Naruto, future Hokage. Or something like that. He was spirited and passionate, Kimiha would give him that. But stupidly arrogant, the blonde boy was, yet she admired his strong will and despite his hard headed nature, it would seem that Naruto had stamina. Something that the Kaguya lacked.

Then there was Haruno Sakura, her charka was near pitiful and with the fact that the only special thing about her was her light pink hair and emerald eyes. She was the type of person who became a kunoichi for a boy. That Uchiha boy to be exact. But she couldn't really judge yet, not with the boys in her team trying to shield her from the smallest thing possible. She has an opportunity to improve, if she wishes.

Oh yes, Uchiha Sasuke where to begin with him? His arrogance and condescending was something she found repelling about him. He was an entitled boy with a brother complex and strutted in such a manner that one would imagine peacock feathers behind his back as he walked. His brother complex was rather unnerving, something about, 'My dream/ambition is to surpass my brother and become ANBU captain.' Although, Haku said the Uchiha had held against him long enough so she guessed it wasn't all for show.

Not that she'll ever tell it to their faces, that would just be plain rude, but she just really didn't like surprises nor did she like change.

"My name is Kaguya Kikue, I like peace and tranquility as well as freedom, I dislike conflict and change. I do not have a dream."

"That was barely anything!" Naruto yelled, pointing a finger at me.

I flickered my stony grey eyes towards him, making a dying noise in my throat in the process.

"Then what would you like to know Uzumaki-san?"

"Maa, just where you're from, is enough." Kakashi piped in.

"I'm from the Land of the Water. I lived in the outskirts of the ninja village in Kiri, with the Kaguya clan."

"SO YOU'RE WITH ZABUZA RIGHT?!"

She really didn't like him, that Naruto...

"No." She grounded out, seemingly pained by the mere existence that is Naruto.

She really didn't like him.

"Haku and I are childhood friends, we met briefly just before his tutelage under Momochi-san."

It had been left at that. But that didn't mean they weren't curious, she could feel their constant glances throughout the week, even Haku who gave a few glances through the day.

"Kikue-chan. I need your help."

So there they were, out of the house, a safe distance away, in a pure taijutsu battle and lets just say that Haku's taijutsu is bad, his blocks and punches didn't feel quite right.

"You're bad at this, if you can't hurt me physically, then manipulate me Haku-san." Kikue droned. "Make me move how you want me to move, I may just falter and panic and make a mistake."

She still beat him, regardless of her bad stamina. She wasn't far of though, they laid lazily on the grass attempting to regain their breaths.

"Tell me about them. Tell me about your parents Kikue-chan."

Kimiha blinked slowly, pupils dilating.

"I saw the ice, Kikue-chan. It is much like my own. If not, exactly. Who are you exactly Kaguya Kikue-chan?"

She breathed heavily through her nose, closing her eyes before opening them again.

"I am a child of the Kaguya clan, a branch member. I was born from a forced marriage situated by my grandfather, my father was Kaguya and my mother was a Yuki. My mother was raped by my father to have me, I came to this world as an abomination, my father wanted a son, but as a daughter, I came out as deformed." The Kaguya droned. "My mother became infertile through stress and trauma and suffered silently by the hands of my family, slowly losing herself every single day. My presence became a reminder of her mistakes and her unfortunate circumstances. Her mind slowly deteriorated until she had completely lost it."

The Kaguya turned her body towards Haku, tentatively reaching out for his cold hand, curling around it, she closes her eyes.

"I do not want to talk about it anymore."

Her eyes drifted to a close, as she seeks warmth in her companion.

God, I hate this chapter, I don't write well in third person so please forgive me!

This is a non-mass fanfic, because I don't like canon Sasuke, that entitled prick. I'm also a sucker for Itachi and Shisui, they have been wronged in many forms.

If you want Kikue in a relationship / harem or if you have any questions PM me.

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