Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any of the Naruto characters used in this fic. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own any original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.

Chapter 2: Opposites

A/N: Okay! New Naruto fic! Huzzah! For the record, I blame my Naruto games and manga. One minute, I'm reading the manga again during what free time I have, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting in front of the TV for three hours playing every freaking Naruto game I own. -.- Ah, well. It's a phase, as usual. I'll get over it eventually. Though I hope that my Naruto obsession won't end before I finish this fic. If it does, then I'll have to wait until I become re-addicted to Naruto again. Phases, on occasion, suck.

"So, where are we heading?" Kaoru said, finally breaking her silence as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her black pants. "We gonna go kill something?" She ignored the glare that Zabuza shot in her direction and kicked a dirt clod in his direction using the toe of her boot. As far as she was concerned, she'd kept quiet long enough. So, Zabuza could get the hell over it.

The Demon sighed, trying desperately to ignore her. He'd no fucking clue as to why he'd actually said "yes" to her constant nagging back in the village, but he was stuck with her. With little to no hope of getting her to find someone else for her to bother. And the way things seemed, he wouldn't be getting rid of her any time soon.

Just don't say anything, he told himself. If you keep your mouth shut, maybe she'll get tired of hearing herself talk.

Unfortunately, that thought was short-lived.

"Hey, you got some massive scar under there or something?" Kaoru asked, pointing at the bandages on Zabuza's face.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Like I said before," he muttered, "you really are an idiot. And to answer that ridiculous question... no. It's just better if people don't know what I look like, understand? It's not that difficult a concept to grasp.... Even for an idiot like you."

"If I'm an idiot," Kaoru snickered, "then why do I know everything and anything about you? Now, what say you to that?"

Zabuza smirked. "If that's the case, you're just an obsessive teenager with nothing better to do than brood over someone you've been dreaming about for years. In other words, you're a crazy little stalker with no sense of self-control, who's just desperate for someone to give you a little..." He paused, looking for the right word. "Attention."

Kaoru stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. She couldn't believe that Zabuza would even think of insinuating such a thing. Unless.... "Eww," she said, making a face. "I can't believe you said that. You're a sick bastard, aren't you? Holy shit! Now I know why you let me come with you! You old pervert!"

At her words, Zabuza nearly flipped the shit. "First of all," he said, kneeling down to her level, "I'm not old. And if you know 'everything' about me, like you claim, then you know that. And second, I'm not a pervert. I honestly couldn't care any less that you're that desperate for attention. So, if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and keep walking. Otherwise, I'll dismember you right now, and leave you here to rot. Understand?"

"Yeesh," Kaoru said to his back. "You're so mean. Can't you be a little nicer?"

"No. I'm an assassin, not a babysitter. And given that factor, 'nice' obviously isn't within my skill set. It's actually a miracle that that word's even in my vocabulary."

The young ninja rolled her eyes as she rubbed a smudge off of her headband with her shirt sleeve. "Pfft! I'm surprised you even know what vocabulary is," she muttered, using her headband in an attempt to shine sunlight into the rogue shinobi's eyes.

"Keep it up, and I'll take that away from you," Zabuza said curtly.

Quickly yanking a sheet of paper from the small backpack she wore, Kaoru sketched out a surprisingly accurate Zabuza chibi who was hanging by his neck from a tree. With a grin, Kaoru quickly continued to add more detail to this sketch, as doing so gave her a way to pass the time, as well as an outlet in which to expel her frustration with her humorless companion. Finally pleased with the several ninja tools that were now drawing blood from her dead chibi doodle, Kaoru stopped to place her newest creation inside her notebook.

As Kaoru opened the notebook, a gust of wind decided to arrive, sending her various drawings flying into a nearby tree. With a frustrated scowl, Kaoru quickly chased after, and captured, her runaway drawings, quickly securing them inside the folder before the wind could pick up again. Carefully placing the notebook back into her bag, a swift movement to the right caught Kaoru's eye.

"Hey!" she said, running to catch up with Zabuza. "Do you know that guy?"

The older shinobi scowled. "I don't have time for your stupid little spy games," he said.

"But I'm serious!!" Kaoru insisted, pointing towards the trees. "I saw some guy in a white mask over there!"

The instant the words left her mouth, a barrage of kunai knives flew from the trees, heading straight towards them. Without any sign of warning, Kaoru stretched her hands and fingers towards the projectiles, and began firing off the small bones in her fingertips. The bones quickly obliterated the oncoming assault, sending the knives hurtling to the ground as the assailant emerged from the trees. As the young ninja had previously explained, the man was wearing a white mask, the symbol of the Hidden Mist emblazoned upon the forehead.

A hunter-nin.

With a mighty leap, he rose high into the air, unleashing a second round of projectile weapons, senbon needles, with unbelievable speed and agility. Kaoru, easily matching the hunter's speed, mimiced his movements, once again firing off a rapid wave of several bones in his direction. Before he had time to react, the highly calcified bones struck the hunter's body, sending him sprawling to the ground in a bloody mess.

"There," the young shinobi scoffed with a smirk. "That should be enough to wipe him out."

Unbeknown to Kaoru, Zabzua was, in a word, completely dumbfounded by the girl's sudden display of natural talent. Clearly, her abilities exceeded even Haku's.

"I know what you're thinking," the teen said, turning to face the assassin. "You're wondering what the hell I just did. Or rather, 'what kind of justu was that?!'"

The Demon narrowed his gaze. "I'm not stupid," he sneered. "I know what jutsu you're using.... I just can't believe I'm actually seeing it..."

"I told you I had a kekkei genkai," she retorted.

"That's not what I meant. How can you be using the Kaguya clan's kekkei genkai when you come from a completely different clan?"

The teen sighed and rolled her eyes. "My mother, Natsuki, was born into the Kagyua clan, okay? She was a user of the Shikotsumyaku, Dead Bone Pulse, but she kept it a secret, as she didn't want to end up being used as a weapon. Just before my mother died, she told me how she had escaped from the clan and took shelter Hidden Rain Village the year before the Kaguya clan was cut down to size. And it was there, in the Hidden Rain, that she met my father, Hiroto Akiyama."

Never, in his wildest dreams, did the Demon ever imagine he'd end up finding a descendant of the Hidden Mist's feared Kagyua clan. After the clan's elimination, it was unheard of for even a single shinobi with Kaguya blood to still exist. Much less a mere child off the street. This child would be far more useful to him than poor, gentle Haku. For Kaoru had every aspect of a true shinobi killer, and possessed no known qualms about taking a life.

The polar opposite of Haku.

"Leave him there," Zabuza said as Kaoru poked the hunter's bloodied corpse with the toe of her boot. "The rest of his squad will find him sooner or later, and I'd rather not be around when they show up."

Tilting her head curiously to the side, Kaoru knelt down beside the bloodied corpse and lifted the hunter's head, pulling off the mask to get a better look at his face. Drawing a kunai knife from her pocket, Kaoru tore through the soft skin of the hunter's face, completely marring his features before replacing the mask.

"Okay," she said, almost cheerily. "I'm done."

The Demon smirked. Truly, this child would become the weapon that Haku could not have been.

I intended for this to be a bit longer, but I ran out of ideas that would fit with this chapter. So, I'll keep my other ideas in reserve for the future of this story. ^-^ So, please, please review and fave. Hope you enjoyed! ;D