Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does. I only own Miwa and my other OCs.

I sighed, folding my arms.

I was in the airport, waiting in line to check-in.

I came by myself, the driver simply dropping me off on my father's orders.

"Well, at least now I can have peace." I mumbled, reaching into my carry-on to grab the book that I was reading; Picture Maker by Penina Spinka.

It wasn't well-known, nor was it the happiest story. In fact, I wondered if the main character ever found anything close to a break. Ripped from her family at such a young age, enduring torture from her captors and still able to remain so resilient-

"Miss?"

I looked up, startled to see that there wasn't anyone in front of me, a lady at a counter waiting expectantly.

I smiled, embarrassed. "S-sorry,"

As if I was a robot, I smiled and said the right things, made the right movements, all while my mind was a million miles away; with Garahstah and the Algonquin village where her master and mistress lived.

We weren't the same. Our situations couldn't be more different. Our lives couldn't be more different. But I could understand what she was going through, I felt her pain, I hated her enemies, I savoured her triumphs, no matter how little. I hoped that she ended up better off, not necessarily having a 'happily ever after' but an ending where she found peace.

That would be more than what I could ever hope for.

"Miwa?"

To my surprise, Kushina was walking towards me, a phone in her hand.

"Kushina-san?" I hurried to meet her, "What are you doing here?"
"Miwa-chan, did you really think that you were going to leave without a goodbye?" Kushina brushed the hair out of my face. "What kind of a Godmother would I be if I let that happen?"

I blinked in surprise, "G-Godmother?"

Kushina nodded, "To be honest, Mikoto wanted me to be Itachi's Godmother, but unfortunately that role was taken by someone else, so was Sasuke's." Kushina smiled at me, "But I'm glad I'm your Godmother, goodness knows that I'm sick of being constantly surrounded by boys."

Kushina held the phone up to her ear, "I've found her. I'll bring her up."

I stared at the phone in confusion as she hung up. "Who was-?"

"Come on, everyone's waiting." Kushina took my suitcase in one hand and my hand in the other.

I couldn't even ask who she was talking to, because she was moving too quickly. It took most of my energy to keep up with the older woman.

'Mental note: Get into better shape' I thought to myself when she finally stopped in front of the Departure gate.

"Miwa,"

I turned only to feel my heart drop to my stomach.

Walking towards me, with Naruto by his side was Sasuke. His usual arrogantly blank expression on as he looked at me.

"Nii-san," I bowed quickly, "What are you doing here?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

I looked up through my bangs, honestly confused.

"Why didn't you tell Itachi and I?" Sasuke glared at me, "Itachi has to postpone a meeting now, do you know how it would look?"

"Onii-sama... is on his way?" I asked softly.

"Hn," Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm going to ask you again, why didn't you tell us?"

"I..." I swallowed, fidgeting. "I didn't think that you cared."

~XXX~

"Miwa!"

"Aroha!"

I grinned widely as I ran right into my adoptive mother's arms, hugging her tightly. "Mum!"

I almost cried, when I felt her arms wrap themselves around me. I felt the love and affection that she had shown to me, her child of heart rather than blood, for all thirteen years of my life.

"How was it, Alofa?" She asked, pulling back to look at me. "How was Mikoto's funeral?"

"It was..." I swallowed, struggling to put on a smile. "Fine. It was fine."

"Oh, talofai la'u pele," She pulled me back into a hug, "Hey! Tama, grab her bags!"

I giggled as my older cousin rolled his eyes, "Yes, Aunty 'Sela,"

"Stop hogging her, Rasela. She's not only your daughter." A gentle voice murmured.

A big but gentle hand clasped my shoulder, I looked up into the warm cocoa orbs of my adoptive father. "Welcome home, Aroha."

It wasn't anything remotely similar to my welcome 'home' in Japan with the Uchiha family. The Tamatoas weren't anything even close to the same as the Uchihas. Not even status wise were the two families similar, the Uchiha being the very elite whilst the Tamatoas were on the very edge of middle-class.

But I felt more at home, more welcomed in the embraces of a family miles away from my biological family.

"I'm home, Daddy." I whispered as I let the older man hug me. "I'm home."

~XXX~

"MIWA!"

I yelped in surprise when I was tackled from the front and the back of me.

Taylor and Jordyn literally hugged the breath out of me. I swear their arms were made out of iron, judging from the force that they embraced me with.

"Miwa, we missed you!"

"We wanted to-"

"-come to the airport-"

"-but our idiot of an uncle-"

"-said that we weren't allowed-"

"-we would've snuck out-"

"-and hitched a ride with your family-"

"-but we knew that you-"

"-wouldn't like it so-"

"-you should be proud of us!"

"Very proud!"

I gasped for air, "Need... oxygen..!"

"Oops!"

I breathed in a rush of fresh (glorious) air when they released me from their lung crushing, rib-breaking hug.

Identical faces, from tilt of their heads to the mischievous quirk of their lips, looked at me with slight worry in their eyes.

"Tay, I think we broke our friend..."

"I think so too, Jor."

I glared at the twins teasingly, when I regained my breath. Placing my hands on my hips, I clipped the back of Jordyn's head.

"OW!"

"Just what did I say about getting into fights?" I scolded the girl, "Hmm?"

"Make sure that you have back-up?" Jordyn asked, playfully.

Taylor shook her head, "No, Jor. That's what Tama says."

"I say, don't get into any at all!" I placed a hand on Jordyn's head. "At least, not when I'm not there."

The three of us exchanged grins, and embraced properly.

"Glob, I missed you two." I sighed, breathing in a scent that could only remind me of them and their church. Hibiscus, with a hint of musty books.

"We want to hear everything!" Taylor pulled back grabbing one of my hands in hers.

"Like what?" I raised an eyebrow, "I go there, talked to my sire, went to my mother's funeral, hung out with my aunt and came back. What else is there?"

"Are there any hot guys there?" Jordyn grabbed my other hand, her hazel orbs sparkling. "Huh?"

I gave her a look and shook my head, "I swear, ever since you started watching anime and Asian dramas, the only kind of guys you find attractive are Asian guys!"

Jordyn rolled her eyes, "Ah, ah! Correction: Hot Asian guys."

"Hey, are you coming to the thing tonight?" Taylor turned to me, a seriousness in her voice. "Everyone's been bummed out since you left for Jap. It'll be good if they see you again."

I nodded, "Yeah, I could let off some steam if I'm sent out as well."

Taylor winced, "How bad was it?"

"Can't complain," I shrugged my shoulders, "Let's get inside, aye? I'm hungry."

One magical word can change an entire conversation with these two, no matter how serious said conversation was. I smiled at my two best friends, amused at their sudden change of attitudes.

~XXX~

"What do you mean I can't go out?!" I snapped at my older cousin. "What am I supposed to do? Stay here until youse come back?!"

"Go home," Tama glared at me, "Go home and be safe."

I clenched my fists into balls, "Why only me? Why not other people as well?"

We stood arguing in the basement of one of Tama's friends, our hideout for the month before we moved to another location. The group, numbers ranging from around fifty to well over a hundred when everyone gathered, tonight it was the Scarlet Corps' turn to roam the neighbourhood. Tama was the leader of the Scarlet Corps, the second highest ranking Corps in the organization. There were roughly ten of us in the Corps, but boy were we efficient in our jobs. Taylor, Jordyn and I were initiated together, and we've always been a team.

Until Tama decided to send me home rather than go out with them.

"It's too dangerous for you." Tama said coldly, "Deal with it."

"You never said that three years ago! You never said that three weeks ago!" I growled, "So, why is it so different now?"

"Damnit Aroha!" Tama smashed his fist against the table. "Why are you so stubborn? As your Corps Leader I am ordering you to go home!"

I took a step back from him, narrowing my obsidian eyes at him. "Nah, not when Tay and Jor are out there. We're a team, and you split us up? They're my sisters and I'm not letting them go out there without me."

With that said, I turned around and ran to their assigned place.

Taylor, Jordyn and I were apart of the organization Brown Blood Brothers, it wasn't a gang, although the police believe otherwise. No, we were like Crips when they first started out. Created only to protect their streets, their neighbourhoods, named in honour of the Leader's brother who became crippled when he got shot. Except, we were named after our heritage, brown full-blooded Islanders/Maoris. (Unless you include me, the Honourary Islander.) The only reason why I joined was because I was worried about Tama, I was worried that he was falling into the "wrong crowd". So, without him knowing, I went to get myself initiated.

That was there I first met Taylor and Jordyn, they were the twin little sisters of our ultimate leader, and everyone thought that they would get a free ride. Of course, this attracted people to become more harsher to them other than any other initiates. I admired the twins, because despite the obvious jealousy and harshness that they encountered, they kept strong. They kept their faces blank and carried out their tasks to the best of their ability.

It then when I found out that their brother couldn't care less about what they did or who they were.

It was then when I found out that they were separated from their brother, and in an attempt to reconcile with him and each other, they joined Brown Blood Brothers.

"Miwa!" Taylor saw me first, waving me over to where they stood in the doorway of a closed dairy. "Mate, what took you so long?"

"Argument." I said simply, shrugging. "Tama's being an arse, that's all."

Taylor nodded, "Jordyn's gone ahead, we better follow."

I never knew how much my life would change after that day.

A/N: Not my best chapter, I know. Sorry about the really late update, my poor, beautiful laptop's screen had gotten cracked really, really bad and we couldn't get it fixed because of all the hassle of moving and me having to re-do so many school assignments... ugh, it was hectic. Anyways, please leave a review! Tell me what you think about Miwa and everything else.

Ja ne!

~TheLastWill