Dun dun dun DUN! I hope you all have waited for me. I am so sorry for the long wait! I just today found my fanfic folder after around 4 months of it's missing! (It was under my mom's bed... oo;;) The first thing to do? Upload a new chapter of course! So here you go!

Along For The Ride

"So what do you plan on telling the old man?" Kakashi looked down at Naruto. "Hokage?" Kakashi asked. "Nah... Old St. Nick. Of course Hokage!" Naruto smarted off. "I plan on telling him the truth." Kakashi told them. "Which is...?" asked Sakura. Sasuke also seemed interested in what his answer would be. "We had to get rid of her, that was part of our mission. And... we're not going to leave her in the wilderness."

They were making thier way back to the Konoha village. Kakashi was giving the still-unconscious Kisuna a piggy-back ride. Sasuke carried Kakshi's backpack. Now they kept walking but ketp thier watch out for a decent place to spend the night. Soon they chose a small clearing. It wasn't anything too noticeable, in the forest next to the river. They fell into dreamland almost instantly for they could rise early in the morning.

"She's awake."

Kisuna's eyes fluttered open to see four strange faces staring at her. "Welcome back." the oldest said. "You're... Kakashi?" Kisuna mumbled. He nodded and laughed. "Yes." The others were with him too. Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. "Are you okay?" Sakura asked. (Inner Sakura: And did you like your piggy-back ride on Sasuke?) Kisuna nodded. "Felt better, felt worse." She replied. "Good." said Naruto.

"Where have you taken me?" Kisuna asked. "We're taking you to Konohagakure." Kakashi said. "The Village Hidden in the Leaves? The Konoha no Kuni Konohagakure No Sato? Where the Fire Hokage resides?" Kisuna asked. Kakashi nodded. "You know your map skills," He said, beaming. "Map skills?" Kisuna asked. She smirked and shook her head, "No, I know my adversaries." Naruto stared at her puzzled and asked, "Is the Hokage an enemy of yours?" Kisuna shook her head and laughed. "No, he was my master's enemy." Kisuna stood and walked away from them. "I'm going down the river some, be back in a few."

"Master?" Sakura repeated questingly, "She didn't seem to be the serving type." Naruto's head tilted to the side in confusion. "There's a 'servant type'?" he asked. Kakashi shook his head negatively. "No, but there's a certain way they tend to act." Sasuke broke in, "Humble." Kakashi nodded. "Yes." Naruto was still blinking his big questioning eyes. "But... she's not. She's creepy, mysterious..." Sakura cut him off. "That's because we don't know her yet. You haven't even given her a chance!" (Inner Sakura: She IS creepy! We don't know anything about her. She may try to kill us for all we know. Plus she's too close to Sasuke!)

Thier sensai silenced them with a wave of his hand. "Still, we're taking her to the village. Once there we may hardly ever see her, if ever again." They all agreed and began picking up thier things. However elsewhere...

'Hm... it's a good thing those ninjas didn't take me far. I'll be back in the village in no time flat. I love my speed, damn it. Poor Tsukila-Chan, all alone. And Kohaki too!' Kisuna thought as she ran back towards her village. At the gates she jumped behind a bush and knelt down. When she affirmed that no one was around she snuck off to the side and made a bee-line for her hut. She slipped inside and saw that it had been ransacked. "Damn it! They already invaded everything! ...Bastards..."

"Mistress?" someone called. "Tsukila-Chan! Where are you?" called Kisuna. She ran to a wall and kicked it. At once a low cut-out of the wall fell. Huddled in a small shelter was Tsukila with Kohaki. "Kohaki! Tsukila-Chan! Come on, it's okay." The two crawled out and rushed into the arms of Kisuna. Tsukila was crying. "Mistress! The villagers! They came... and tore everything up! They said you were gone for good! All the way to hell!" She said something else that couldn't be understood because of her sobs. Kohaki added, "I was going home when I heard them coming here. I rushed back and hid with Tsukila. What happened to you?"

"Never mind me." Kisuan said, "Kohaki, I have to go far away now. I've put too many in danger because of myself. I want you to go back to the neighboring village, to your family and stay there. Never return here." Kohaki stared at her. "But Miss Kisuna! I can't! What about you and Tsukila?" Kisuna 'shh'ed him. "I'm going elsewhere and I want you to take Tsukila with you, understand?" The two nodded.

"Mistress!" cried Tsukila. "It's okay... I'll miss you too. Now hurry up and get away from here." Kisuna stood and ushered them out. She snuck them to the edge of the Irrelevant Village of Smoke's border with the wilderness and bid them farewell. "Good bye..." Kisuna whispered. She turned and sped back to her hut.

"Now..." Kisuna grabbed all of her shuriken, kunai, daggers, regular knives, poison twirl darts, and any othe weapons she could find to shove them into a large leather backpack. The rest of it she filled with clothes. She slung the bag over her shoulder and began to kick the tables to the floor. She threw everything about, papers flew everwhere and landed on the floor.

Kisuna picked up a match and struck it. She grinned, the match casted a demented shadow onto her face as she glared at no one. "If you play with fire..." she whispered as she knelt down. "You're going to get burned." She gently placed the match onto the papers of her old assassination businesses. She laughed evilly as she watched it catch fire and spread. She walked outside and began walking backwards as to watch her home.

Smoke poured out of the only window of the hut and the door. She thought about yelling "fire" to the villagers, just so they would know that there was a fire and was about to burn to death, but didn't. That would give them enought time to douse the flames. She smiled as a tongue of flames licked the roof of the hut. From the window she could see the sea of flames racing around inside. "So long," she said and ran off; leaving her hut to burn to the ground, and possibly the whole village.