Summary:
Kakashi once had a carefree, impish daughter taking after his mischievous wife. His life shattered when learning of their brutal deaths by an unknown assassination team. Yet, his shaken child had survived and continuously ran for life, landing herself in the thick of deadly fixations. Returning to Konoha, Kakashi silently mourns over the next 8 years, becoming sensei to his first Team 7. When their paths cross, will they recognize each other as father and daughter? Can they do so in the midst of bloodshed and deadly scheming? (Might have some romance…don't know…cough…between other people...weirdos…)
A/N: hehe…first fic…Ideas keep bugging me, and I haven't seen this plot line yet…though if it sound familiar, kudos to that person for thinking it up first! nn
Disclaimer: ehh…I see these little thingys on every chapter of fanfics…do I get shot or something if I don't post it…I do not own Naruto…(…don't shoot me…)
'Thoughts'"Spoken Words"
((Translations))
…I'm trying really hard to make sure characters are not OOC throughout the story, though at times, they will be due to…circumstances…
Prologue: Dark Flight
'Need to go, need to move!'
Sinister treetops loomed high against the infinite black chasm that had engulfed any last twinkle of stars and seemed to glower down upon their target. Branches suddenly appeared in a mad frenzy of twisted arms presumably attempting to hold back and detain the fleeing individual. Various slash marks and bruises marked the fatigued body.
'Can't stop…not now…'They were close, far closer then they should have been. They were virtually breathing down the neck of their prey.
'AARGH! FIGHT! FIGHT THEM!'The short burst of fury quickly toned down as the figure relayed the bleak situation to itself. It was no good.
'—have to save—energy… fighting only— wear me out—quicker, at least...until I absolutely have t—'
Thoughts were cut off as one of the mass branches finally ensnared its victim.
"Kuso!" ((Damn it…etc)) the figure uttered breathlessly, she whipped her head around to catch a torrent of kunais and shurikens accurately whizzing towards their target despite the impossible darkness. Sights of razor edges filled the turning eye.
'Up…or down…'
For once during the night, the subtle whispers of the chase ended.
Then, the treetops exploded.
As if shot out from an invisible geyser, the figure blasted a hole through the treetops, tree limbs and leaves scattered in the air. A slim sliver of the dying moon glimmered through and faintly highlighted the stature seemingly suspended in space. Stains of crimson streaked clashingly against the simple white garb. Kunais were lodged firmly in the figure; drops of blood sprayed in the surrounding sky, lightly combing her silvery mane that wildly fanned out. A leg was bent in while the other was out, from the explosive leap, as her arms were crossed underneath her shadowed eyes. Caught blades rested between her fisted fingers.
A haunting sight.
All the same, a clear shot presented itself. A muted murmur could be heard,
"Fool."
Onslaughts of weapons were launched, creating a rapidly closing in shell.
Metallic rings echoed throughout the woods.
The shell withdrew and backfired in a fury, revealing empty space.
"Fall back. Regroup. Dispose the dead."
"Hai." ((Yes/yes sir...))
"Hai."
"Hai."
The first light broke and the faint blushes of dawn brushed away the night.
'…Vexing child…'