Sayomi looked outside. The rain was pelting the ground. The sky was almost black even though it was noon. She hadn't liked her birthday since she was ten, when her father started to train her. The training had been harsh and she had never seen her father so angry. She had been frightened of his expression. She could even remember his harsh words when silver tears leaked out of her eyes. Shinobi don't cry.

FLASHBACK

Sayomi frowned at her father's expression. He seemed to always smile around her. Now, he looked sad. "Sayomi, you're ten now. You've been training for years, but it's time you learned how to use at least one bloodline."

She didn't bother to ask about the other bloodline. She had asked once only to be ignored. "From now on, you'll train with Itachi and me as well as Fuyu. Be prepared for the worst." His words couldn't prepare her for the training that took place later that day.

Deidara's fist connected with her jaw and she fell back, blood leaking from her mouth. Somewhere off in the distance, she heard Fuyu's scream. She looked up at Deidara's angry face. Salty tears ran down her face. "Get up," her father said gruffly.

Sayomi stood up and looked at Deidara. She shuddered from the pain that ran through her worn body. Deidara roughly grabbed her jaw and she gasped in pain. She saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes as she winced. "Shinobi don't cry," he said.

FLASHBACK

Sayomi hadn't cried since. Not even when Itachi had used the Mangekyo Sharingan on her. She hadn't cared when she was stabbed repeatedly. She had been numb from the week of training.

She shook her head. She didn't like remembering. "Fuyu!" she yelled. "We haven't trained in days!"

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Takahiro hit the wall with a loud crack. He wiped blood of his chin and glared at Kouhei. 'Don't hit him back. Don't hit him back,' he mentally repeated to himself. He couldn't even imagine what his mother would do if she learned about this. She would only have more stress.

He watched Kouhei walk away and glared. He stood up and sauntered into the kitchen, not daring to wince. He spotted Neji and smiled. "Neji, where's Chikao?" he asked. Neji looked up at him and sighed. "He left on a mission," he said.

Takahiro frowned. "Tenten?" he asked.

"She's at Yamanaka flower shop with your mother, Hana, and Sakura," Neji replied.

"Ok…" he said, moving.

"Takahiro, Tenten and your mother had a good idea. You don't seem to get along with Chikao. She thought that it would be a good bonding experience for you two to actually go on a mission together."

Takahiro froze. "No way. I won't go."

Neji sighed. "Do you think that Chikao wants to? Tenten had to beg for him to go. Anyways, you could bring your old genin team. Chikao's bringing his."

Takahiro bit back a curse. "What kind of mission?" he asked.

Neji sat down in a chair. "It's a mission to Suna. Tenten asked him about a mission for six people. The amount is just to ensure the safety of the Hokage's wife." His eyes narrowed. "Suna has need of her medical abilities. They have a sample of a new poison from a Kumo missing-nin. Since she save the Kazekage's brother before, they thought she'd be perfect for finding the antidote."

Takahiro glared and sat down. "Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Damnit."

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Sayomi muttered a curse as she grabbed the pack with clay in it and tied it around her waist. She wore black pants and a mesh shirt with a short-sleeved, plain black shirt over it. She had tied her blue hair into a low ponytail and let it fall to her waist. She looked at a backpack that held her kunai holster and a few scrolls that held an assortment of weapons. She packed a few outfits in it and pulled it onto her back.

The rain had stopped, but she didn't have time to relax. "Fuyu, are you ready?" she called as she walked out of her room. Fuyu was waiting by the front door, a frown on his face. "When we get to the village, smile. You should be glad we don't have to wear those damned cloaks in Suna."

She snatched a picture out of his hand and studied it. "Two objectives. Get the traitor and find the poison samples." She shoved the photo toward him and he quickly grabbed it. "Dispose of it," she hissed.

Red chakra came up and made the photo burst into flames. Fuyu let the ashes fall and they left the area, heading to Suna.

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Takahiro looked at the team. His genin team, Uzumaki Haruka and Nara Etsumi. The two girls were chatting about the mission, wondering what to do in Suna when Sakura didn't need them. His eyes shifted to Chikao's team. Hatake Yaso and Uzumaki Ayameko. He glared at them.

Etsumi put her large iron fan on the ground and yawned. "Where is she?" she asked, her blue eyes scanning the area. She ran a hand through her shoulder-length black hair and looked quizzically at Takahiro.

Yaso's crimson eyes scanned the area as well, meeting Etsumi's eyes. She blushed and looked away. Yaso didn't wear a mask like his father and had only inherited his father's facial structure and silver hair. He didn't have the Sharingan, but specialized in Genjutsu like his mother.

Sakura hurried over to them. "Sorry I'm late," she said, giving a sheepish smile. Takahiro glared. "Let's go," he said angrily.

He had argued with Chikao over the way they would go. They had finally settled on Sakura being in the middle of four ninja. Yaso would be in front and Etsumi would be in the back. Ayameko and Haruka would be on either side of Sakura. Chikao would be farther ahead to scout the area while Takahiro would be in the very back to watch out for anyone behind them.

"Byakugan." They both activated their bloodline and Chikao went on with the five others following. Takahiro took up the rear and focused on the area behind him as well as where he was going. He could focus on the entire area, but it was easier to focus on one direction at a time.

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Sayomi looked around the hotel room and sat on the bed. She untied her hair and stood up. She traced the new scar on her neck. "They asked about this wound a few days ago, Fuyu," she hissed.

Fuyu turned to look at her. "I told you that the ANBU weren't worth it. Leader would be furious," he growled.

Sayomi sauntered to the bathroom and turned to Fuyu. "Get something to eat. I'm starving." She closed the door and Fuyu left the room.

She turned on the shower water and waited for it to heat up before stripping off her clothes. She moved into the showers, sighing as the hot needles rained down on her skin.

After her shower, She grabbed a hotel towel and wrapped it around her body. She dried her hair, which was a difficult task considering how long it was. She opened the door and looked at the room, glaring when her eyes met crimson.

Fuyu sat on the bed, holding a small box. He rolled his eyes. "You should've been out by now," he said, putting the box on the bed. Her backpack was on the pillow next to him and she moved toward it. She leaned over him and grabbed it.

"Good thing it was only you, then," she muttered. She lifted the backpack and pulled back, smirking at the blush on Fuyu's face. "How cute," she said teasingly. He shot an icy glare at her as she retreated to the bathroom. She pulled on her clothes and grabbed her brush. She moved out of the bathroom and toward the bed. She sat on the edge of it and started to brush her long hair as Fuyu ate dango from the box.

An hour passed before she was finished with her hair. She pulled her knees to her chest and her lavender eyes shifted to Fuyu. She grabbed the box and ate the rest of the dango. Silence followed until Sayomi thought of a question.

"When do you plan to activate the Mangeyo Sharingan? You already have a target, correct?"

Fuyu glared. "You try killing your best friend," he hissed.

Sayomi laughed. "I don't have one," she said, lying down and moving away from Fuyu. She faced the wall and frowned. "I gave up on friendship, Fuyu." She looked out at the night sky and focused on the moon.

She heard his breathing steady and she sighed. She grabbed her backpack and lifted it up. She threw it to the side and looked at the place where it had been. Her eyes widened.

A silver necklace resided in the spot on top of a piece of paper. A crescent moon made from a ruby was on the chain. She lifted it up and looked over to Fuyu. Her stomach felt like she had swallowed tons of live butterflies. She got up and put the necklace on her backpack. She returned to bed. She took a look at the paper. Happy Birthday.

Anger suddenly seared through her mind. Shinobi can't cry. Shinobi can't love. She looked at Fuyu. 'Hate him. Remember your father's words,' she told herself. She nodded and turned away from him. 'I do hate him,' she thought. She knew she was lying.

A/N-I will try to update once a week. I have a lot of chapters written, but I'm trying to make sure I have a chapter for every week. I think I got a good head start. Sorry for the wait!