Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Warning: It's a dark and heavy story. Not for light hearts.


All stories follow a basic outline – there is a beginning, middle and conclusion of the story.

My consciousness slowly returned, as I awakened. It was dark – pitch black. I was in some kind of prison, unable to move.

So, it might be a little unfair, to start a story from the end… no, after the end.

I could hear the sounds, coming from outside. I could hear the clash of steel, screams… sounds of battle.

So, how did we get here? Honestly, I have no idea… but I suspect that I had a hand in this situation…

The front of the wall fell to the ground – the light momentarily blinded me. I grabbed the wall and started pulling myself out. I paused as I looked at my hand – skin had an unhealthy shade and was cracked in several places.

To understand how that could have happened, let's go back… not to the begging, but the middle of my story...

Through, I am not sure how far back it is from now...

"Kuchiyose: Edo Tensei – successful!"

Because it's hard to tell the time when you are dead.


Clink.

"Here's your tea, madam." the waiter said as he put the cup in front of me.

I turned to him and smiled. The boy blushed, his eyes travelled from my eyes, down, stopping at my cleavage. A moment later he caught himself and his head snapped up, his eyes looking at a point to the side and above of my head.

"W-will there be anything more?" He asked with a shutter.

"Yes, thank you." I observed with amusement, as the young waiter nodded, then stiffly yet swiftly, moved to another table.

'One could rule the world, with a right set of mammary glands...' I can't help but agree with the quote from my old world. It was also true in this one.

I took a sip of tea, enjoying the taste, my amusement quickly evaporating, replaced by nostalgia. I looked outside – I had a good view from the balcony of the inn on the street.

On the other side of the street, a shopkeeper was loudly advertising his Dango…

Slight overweight – but with visible loss of weight recently. Purse in the left-back pocket of pants, forehead covered in sweat – a slight irritation as another client refused to buy. A large amount of merchandise is still present on his stand. Business problems.

I moved my eyes slightly to the left. A woman stood near the entrance to the alley, smoking.

Revealing clothes with left thigh and cleavage exposed, sharp makeup - a prostitute. No smoke from the pipe – only keeps it for the looks. Swollen breasts, positive attitude – possibly recent mother.

A man approached the woman. She almost radiated, as the two talked. After a moment, she was hanging on the man's arm as the two made their way through the streets.

A small smile spread over my lips as I observed them for a moment. Then, my eyes landed on a young pair.

Teens. Arms locked, laughing. Not blood siblings – to great differences in the physique. Small gestures of affection. Romantic pair. Girlfriend and boyfriend. A stain of red lipstick on man's kimono – a recent addition. The woman doesn't wear lipstick. Affair?

Interesting~ What could be a story behind this, I wonder?

I hummed as I took a sip of tea, a small smile on my lips. So many stories. So many small problems. I was envious.

I smiled as I saw a group of children running through the street. I looked at them allowing my brain to filter the information.

Bruise on the knee, dirty shirt – middle-quality material. Smiling. Loudest. Leader of the group.

Ah, the famous trope of the loudest is a leader. The girl on the other hand-

Long dress – homemade. Eyes glued at the leader. Smacked with a boy.

Ah… to be young and in love. Next one-

The clothes are too big. Quiet. Eyes filled with admiration. Probably adopted into the group.

So, he was the adopted puppy. I took a sip as I looked at the last member of the group.

Keeping in the back – not part of the group. Following the group to blend in. Movements indicate military training. The shirt's stitch is impossible. Henge. Shinobi.

The cup stop right before my lips, as I froze. Thankfully, my training kicked in. My body continue moving as if nothing happened, while my mind went into overdrive.

Henge faulty. Low skill. Movements little rigid. Genin level. On mission. Not acting alone.

I drank my tea, calmly, while started scanning the surroundings with greater attention. My eyes went from one person to another – there.

A girl looking at the bread stall. Making her third-round around. Not bought anything. Not intending to buy anything. Not used to wearing dress. Dress not fitting. Weapon hidden under the dress. Probably blade. Genin level.

My eyes moved to where the Genin was looking. Soon I found the person the two were observing. A young woman in a battle kimono sitting on the lower level, eating and reading a scroll.

Kunoichi. Slashed forehead protector of Konoha – Missing-nin.

I took a closer look at the face, then took out a bingo book. It took me a moment before I found the entry.

Name: Aoki Nana

Affiliation: Konoha – Missing Nin

Rank: Genin

Danger level: C

Order: Dead

Bounty: 500 000

I frowned seeing the entries. Konoha wants one of their low-level genin dead? And what was with that extraordinary bounty for a simple genin? I traced my finger over her picture… not a bad looking young woman. The history and skill were kept to the minimum. The reason for being hunted down was stated as defection… something was off.

I tapped a finger on the picture and took another sip from the cup. Two fresh genin were not enough to hunt for a C-rank missing-nin.

My eyes travelled over the scenery again. Where would be the third of the team and sensei? Hm?

Where is where you look the least? Up.

My eyes travelled over the roofs… until I found what was not matching the scenery… Really? A genjutsu over women's laundry?

Genin.

Yes… that left the last one. A Jonin. Now… if it were me, where would I hide, to best support my genin team…

Fuck.

I looked back at the floor below and scanned patrons who were present. Three tables from missing-nin I found Jonin… the Joni... a very familiar Jonin.

Double fuck.

Now… what should I do. The most logical course of action would be just to get the hell out of here… this mess was not my business. On the other hand…

"Ah~" I sighed softly, as an idea came. Maybe…

I hid the book in my kimono and got up. I waved to the waiter.

"Bring tea and Dango to that table." I ordered, giving the man a couple of Ryo to the waiter as I pointed at the table the Jonin was sitting by.

Then, I started walking to the table. It was time to say hello.

The moment I entered Jonin's sight, I could feel her tensing. It was subtle, not too visible – professional. She did not lose an edge at all.

"Who would have thought we would meet each other, here?" I asked as I sat down. "Small world." I said with a small smile.

We sat in silence. I could feel the gears in her head-turning. She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut as the waiter came and put the tea and snacks on the table.

"Thank you, dear." I said as I handed him another coin – a rich tip. "Handsome, isn't he?" I said after he left, my eyes still locked with the woman's eyes. "I must warn you though – he comes in a package with his girlfriend." There was some satisfaction in making her frustrated again. Like old times.

"Still to your old games?" She sighed. "What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice on the edge.

"What? Can't I come to see my old flame?" I asked with a playful smile. I have not realized, how much I missed it.

She sighed, slightly irritated.

"You do realize that we have standing orders to capture or kill every missing-nin we encounter?" She said as if she was explaining things to a slow child.

I put my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my hands.

"Not, when you are in the middle of the job." I said easily. "Not when you are taking care of a band of green genin. You wouldn't risk starting a fight with possibly two enemies."

Her eyes immediately hardened. I am sure, if she was not so close to her target, she would be drowning me with her killing intent.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice on the edge. I smiled as I opened my mouth to give a quip. "Truly?" She added annoyed, easily seeing through my intentions. Spoilsport.

I shrugged.

"Would you believe if I said it was a chance meeting?"

She snorted.

"There's no such thing as that in the ninja world." This time, my eyes hardened.

"I am not a ninja." I said, my voice hard.

"You are a missing-nin." Her voice was heavy with regret, anger accusation… yeah, she was still crossed with me.

"Not missing anymore." I answered, more softly, my anger lessening. There was no point in me to fight with her. I did not want to fight against a comrade… an old love.

"A rouge one, then." She said with heat.

"I prefer the word 'retired'." I said calmly as I took a sip of tea. "I missed you." her response froze on her lips. She closed her mouth with a click.

We sat in silence for some time. We did not say anything. We just sat there, enjoying each other's company, like old times.

It was nostalgic… and, regrettably, it could not last.

"Interesting case you have here." I said motioning my head at the Konoha's missing-nin they were hunting. "What exactly did you bring your students here for? Snatch and escape?" I paused at her silence. "First kill?"

She stayed silent.

"Ah~" I understood. "Old enough to kill, old enough to fuck. Abduction. Interrogation. Assassination." My voice was dry… "You are going to dump all of this at once at them?"

"It's best to prepare them for the life of a ninja, early. They should know what to do… and what might await them. You know how it is." She said and took a sip of tea.

"Yes… I know, how it is." I looked at her. "If it wasn't that woman, but me a target – would you follow through with that plan?" I asked curiously.

"Hm…" She hummed as she raised a cup and took a sip.

She did not answer.

I shrugged – I already knew the answer… at least, I thought I knew.

I pointed with my eyes at the Konoha missing-nin.

"Interesting case that Kunoichi you are after." I said with my lips stretching in a small smile.

"Oh?"

"Konoha wanting one of their… strays, dead… and for such a price~" I said with a sing-song voice, playfulness returning instantly. "Curious, isn't it?"

"What are you saying." She asked with a frown.

"Just, that it's strange, isn't it? So I thought~" I said as I traced my finger over the cup's edge. "What if, the one paying the bounty was not Hokage… but a clan head?"

She straightened.

"You think-"

"It's possible that there was some indiscretion, between the Kunoichi and…" I paused, thinking on how best to relay, what I was thinking. "Well, in a couple of months, she might have a white-eyed child… or a red-eyed one." I shrugged. "But that's just speculation."

"…and you are just sharing it, like that?" It was hard to tell if it was supposition or sarcasm in her voice.

"Maybe… one missing-nin just wants to help other missing-nin? Or maybe I just wanted to see my old partner? Or maybe I wanted to flirt with my old flame?" I said with a playful wink.

"I have not decided on anything." My old partner almost growled back.

"No, you did not~" I said with a smirk as I got up. "Better make that decision fast." I turned and started leaving.

"Samui-" I stopped and turned back, to look at her. "Take care of yourself." Her voice was filled with care, sadness and… and for a moment, it was as if we were back – both genin in the village. The best team of their year. Best friends, comrades and-

I smiled softly and nodded.

"See you around, Mabui." I paused. I wanted to say soo much more, to do more, to- "It's been... good, to see you." I said as I left.

It was for the best.


The water splashed as I stepped into a puddle. I pushed my rice hat up and took a look at the sky. The dark rainy clouds covered the entire horizon. I wrapped my coat tighter as a gust of cold wind blew and resumed my walk. I could use chakra to warm myself up… but that could attract the attention of sensor-nins.

The weather suited me just fine – with some luck, the Konoha ninja would keep their heads in some dry place.

Kra!

My head moved to the side of the road, as I continued walking. The crow cawed again. As it noticed me approaching it flew up, landing on one of the tree's branches.

Kra!

I frowned as I studied the shape the bird was so interested in.

Human. Blood.

I stopped. My eyes scanned the area.

Nothing.

I expanded my senses, checking for chakra sources.

Nothing.

I frowned. I started walking to the body, taking in the surroundings.

Broken branches. Numerous footprints on the ground. Unrecognizable. Rain washed away most of the traces. Footprints at least half-day old. Traces not made by ninja. Victim of bandits?

I stopped in front of the body and studied it.

Blood. Numerous bruises and cut wounds. Dirty from blood and mud. Body pale… light blush.

I narrowed my eyes and crouched. I moved the cloth to the side, to get a better look at the face.

Light movement. Breathing. Whisker marks on cheeks-

I froze. I moved my hand over his face.

Blond-

My hand shook a little. It was him.


"Naruto." I greeted him with a cold voice.

Why was I not surprised, he would be the first person I would see after being resurrected?


AN: Many things have happened, but I finally managed to return to writing.

Thoughts and comments will be appreciated.