Okay, so I've just started writing chapter three, and I haven't even posted the first chapter yet. I wanted to get to about the fourth chapter or so before I post the first one so I have some leeway and I'll always update on time. I hope this method will work, for swim team is ending soon so I'll have even more time to write. (By the time I post this swim team will probably be over.)

Anyways, I really hope you all enjoy this chapter! We get some sort of Deidara smexiness here!

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Mina-chan was scratching at my door by the time I woke up. She growled angrily and began to chip away the white wood of my bedroom door. Groaning myself, I lifted my hands to wipe away the sleep in my eyes, slowly prying them open. I yawned. I think I actually slept well that night.

My feet weren't covered by my blankets, popping out at the end of my bed. I shivered and curled up into a ball, trying to go back to sleep. I didn't bother to check what time it was, even though my room was completely illuminated by the outside light. For some reason, fatigue completely took hold of.

While I was almost fast asleep again, Mina-chan got angry and hopped up onto my bed, letting out a "meow" in mid-jump. I reawaken, startled at the sudden pressure and movement on my abdomen. I let out a sigh.

"Mina-chan, get down," I say, scolding. The cat does nothing in response except for stare at me, which I return automatically. This continues for a few moments before Mina-chan lets out another growl. I suddenly become aware that she's gonna take a crap on my bed.

"Oh, Jesus, Mina-chan. Hold on," I say, picking her up. She lets out a frustrated noise when I do so, opening my bedroom door and thrusting her out into the hallway. She would make it to her kitty litter box by herself. I honestly didn't care if she pooped anywhere except for my room. My mom would have thrown a fit, as she always does, and I'd clean it up, but at least it wasn't in my room.

Mina-chan went running down the stairs and goes left into the kitchen, where her litter box was. Before I followed her, I shuffled into the small bathroom in the hallway. It was mostly used by me, for my mother had her own private bathroom connected to her bedroom.

I flipped on the light switch, the white countertops and mirrors of the bathroom becoming brighter than they were before. I squinted and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I scratched the back of my neck, feeling my still damp hair from last night. My face looked saggy and my eyes had bags under them. I lifted up my bangs to check for zits but came up empty, thankfully. I stretched my arms, rolling them around in circles and cracking my knuckles. I laced my hands behind my back and leaned down, my connected arms going into the air. I sighed at the mild pain, but enjoyed it.

After my stretching, I turned on the shower and let it get hot while I used the toilet. Putting my hand into the shower, I felt its temperature. Seeing that it was hot, I stepped in carefully, adjusting to the change in temperature. I sighed in content, standing in the relaxing shower for about three minutes. After snapping back into it, I went throughout my daily showering process, like shampooing, conditioning, and washing. I shaved my armpits and legs of their strange green hair and sang a bit, humming along to the tune of a piano piece I was fond of.

I shut off the water and stood inside of the shower for a few seconds, letting excess water drip off of me. I grabbed a towel I hung on the hook of the bathroom wall and wrapped it around myself, carefully stepping over the tub of the bath and stepping onto the cool tile. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my head like a turban so I could dry my hair.

Completely naked, I crept back into my room (which was across the room) with the towel still around my head. Embracing my ninja skills, I made it over silently and completely unnoticed.

Entering my bedroom, I rummaged through my drawers, picking out a teal blue shirt with sleeves that came down to my elbows. I slipped on some white shorts and fishnet underneath them, being exposed. I wrapped both of my arms from the elbow down in white bandages and tied my ninja headband to my left bicep, right where it was yesterday and the day before. I dug a brush through my short, now dry hair and put my red clip on my bangs, keeping them situation. I sighed at my appearance.

I grabbed some white bandages and tied my weapons case around my left thigh, the compartment being filled with all of the gadgets I need for training. I tied my red scroll around my back and left the bathroom.

I walked down the staircase and into the kitchen, glancing at Mina-chan's kitty litter and seeing her still parked inside, crouching. My mother had a bowl of rice and some vegetables on the table and I didn't question her choice of food. I usually just ate what was in front of me.

Sitting down, I looked to my mother. She was returning my look, and we had an awkward moment of just looking each other in the eyes. I was the one to break the silence, clearing my throat.

"Um, good morning," I said, my voice still raspy from awakening. My mother scratched her forehead.

"Hello, Fū," My mother said quietly. I eyed her, feeling the strange need to actually make a conversation this morning. Cautiously, I spoke.

"How are you?" I asked.

She looked at me, her face bored and expressionless. I sighed.

"Good," She said shortly, not bothering to return the question.

"Anything new?"

My mother raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, actually. I was in the library yesterday and I overheard a fellow co-worker talking about how the police had told her to look out for suspicious looking people in the village. Apparently some sketchy personnel have been cited in the village, so just keep a watch out."

I snorted.

"Mom-," She stopped me before I could protest.

"Just promise me you'll be careful."

This was the first time in awhile my mother had shown any actual concern for me. For a moment, I just sat there, chewing on my rice and vegetables. After a few moments, I swallowed and opened my mouth.

"Mom, I can handle any type of shit the world throws at me," I said confidently, taking another bite of my breakfast. My mother sighed angrily.

"Language so early in the morning…," she trailed off, and I didn't bother replying.

I finished eating and cleaned my dishes along with my mothers. After she had left for work, I let Mina-chan outside and slipped on my white ninja sandals. My muscles ached, but I felt the need to train.

I stepped outside of the house and into the cool, brisk morning air of Takigakure. I took and a breath and started running, getting myself warmed up for today's training. I paced myself and made my way around the village, maneuvering through the forest and jumping on top of rooftops.

Reaching the training grounds I smiled and dug my hand into my weapons pouch. Pulling out a kunai knife, I threw it directly at one of the trees around the grounds with a target on the trunk, hitting it shy of the bull's eye. I sighed and threw another one, more angrily, and missed my target even further. Frustrated, I walked up to my targeted tree, plucking out my knives, and stepping backwards.

I threw again, with more force, and missed again. I retried this technique over and over again, for about an hour. Digging the kunai out of the tree and stepping back again, I lifted my arm and was about to throw once again, when a voice interrupted me.

"Try doing it more slowly, yeah. You're not aiming, just pushing. Try focusing," the voice said, and I noticed its deep qualities. Low, smooth, defiantly male. I looked behind my shoulder to find a boy who looked about my age with short, cropped brown hair and teal eyes. His skin was a nice tan shade and he was quite tall. I marveled at him. It had been ages since a boy had talked to me.

"W-what?" I stuttered, at a loss for words. The boy, no, man, came up to me and grabbed my arm with no hesitations. I gasped inwardly and stiffened. The boy snorted.

"Calm down, I don't bite, yeah," he said and I relaxed a bit. My heart was beating out of my chest and I had no idea what to do in this situation. Do I tell him to go away? Talk to him? Take his advice? Had he not heard about me, the demon girl from this village? I assumed this man was new.

"Here, do it like this." He took my kunai out of my hand and stood there for a moment, aiming. I let out a sigh and wondered how red my face was.

The man threw the kunai with exact precision, the knife flying through the air at a slow but steady speed, hitting the bull's eye straight in the middle.

I gaped.

"I-I could have done that," I said weakly. What was I talking about? He had just stood there and watched me for the last hour, seeing that I couldn't make the target. I was so stupid.

The boy laughed, walking up to the tree and getting the kunai. He looked back at me.

"Sorry to say, but you sorta suck at throwing, yeah."

I flushed and glared at him. What the hell?

"Um, what? I bet I can do better than half of the Jonins right now, and I can beat the shit out of all of the Chunins my age. You're probably some crazy ass foreign ninja from the sound coming here to murder Shuzuki and everyone in the village, so you can go fuck yourself."

I mentally facepalmed. I really needed to learn how to control my anger.

The boy didn't seem to get angry, as he just laughed again. I noticed he had a nice laugh, along with teeth. I clenched my jaw. I wanted to say I was sorry but I didn't know how.

"You have some crazy anger issues, and I just met you. I wonder how your friends handle you," he said, handing me my kunai back. I took it, our fingers brushing together for a moment, the friction burning up my fingertips and all the way up to my shoulder. I had never felt that feeling before, and I gasped.

I relaxed my jaw, and while stuffing my kunai back into my pack, I muttered, "Yeah, friends."

He didn't comment, just walked behind me. I turned to follow him.

"I'm Ryuu," He said, and I looked at him strangely. He obviously didn't know who I was. I decided to formally introduce myself, as I always imagined I would if someone would ever actually talk to me.

"Fū," I said. All that planning and this is what I come up with.

"Our names rhyme, yeah," Ryuu said, smirking. I didn't even realize that and I wondered why it mattered. My face deadpanned.

"So. Why exactly are you here?" I asked, and Ryuu seemed somewhat dejected. I wondered why.

"I just moved here, and I wanted to see the sights, yeah. Lucky for me I get to meet a pretty girl like you on my first day here."

My face burned. My mother didn't even call me pretty. I knew that the girls my age had a name for this stuff, but I didn't know what it was. My hands unconsciously wandered to my hair, twirling it around my right index finger.

"Uhh…thanks," I replied, not knowing how to return the compliment. I don't think he would have enjoyed being called pretty. His arms wandered up my own and I froze again, my muscles becoming rigid. I forced a smile and my stomach filled with butterflies. I let out a low laugh.

"Relax," he said, "I can tell you've never had a boyfriend."

My face fell, but I accepted the truth. My eyes diverted to the floor and my face turns rosy. I could hear his grin. I felt his hand wander from my arm to my neck, slightly fingering the tips of my hair. I blush, never having this type of contact before. I begin to stutter.

"W-what are you doing…?" I whispered, unsure of this situation, but he let out a low 'hush' sound. I stop.

"Your hair is a nice color, yeah. Do you dye it?" He let out in one breath and I take one in. In my dreams, I've been asked this question a million times. In reality, this was the first time, and I didn't know how to answer. I grinned a little.

"No. It's natural," I said with pride, suddenly loving my hair.

"Hmm," the boy mumbled and quickly pulled away. I was slightly shocked by the sudden movement and I looked at him questioningly. I found him sitting on the grass, his legs crossed, in a thinking position. He looks as if he's inviting me to sit down also, but I remain standing. He waits for a moment and after processing that I wasn't going to be joining him, he spoke.

"So, Fū, tell me more about yourself," he ordered suggestively. I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I'm fifteen, turning sixteen in about two weeks. I live with my mom and my cat, and I'm a Chunin. I've living in Takigakure all my life, but I can't say that I enjoy it here," I blurted out, never really having to introduce myself to anyone before, so I didn't know what to say and what not to say. But I knew for a fact that I shouldn't have told him about the seven tailed demon living inside of me.

He gave me a look that was, thankfully, not full of utter disapproval. I let out a breath of relief.

"Ah, not enjoying the Waterfall?"

I shrug.

"It's not the tropical paradise every other village makes it out to be. After awhile, the water and festivals grow old," I said matter-of-factly. Ryuu just laughed at me.

"I'd see you as a party girl, if I do say myself, yeah," He said and I felt like he was looking me all over. I suddenly wished I wore more clothing.

Digging through my mind, I came to the conclusion that I was, in fact, not a party girl. Considering that I hated humanity, I could not see how I could be seen as a party girl. I almost let out a laugh.

"No," I said simply.

Ryuu leaned back on the grass and I stayed standing. I felt slightly intimidated from his questioning, so I didn't push the conversation anymore. He closed his eyes and everything was silent for a moment.

"You seem like a pretty cool girl. You hang out here a lot?" He broke the silence. My eyes rolled around in my head, his approach at our relationship slightly pathetic, but somehow cute. I actually had to think about if I hang out around the training grounds a lot.

"Sorta. I need to train to stay in shape for missions," I said, twiddling my fingers together. He nodded.

"Wanna hang out sometime soon, yeah?"

At first, I didn't know how to answer. I fumbled and stepped forward, making Ryuu sit up and look at me straight ahead. Sensing his want to get up, I put out a hand for him to take. While grasping his hand, his touch burning my skin, I answered.

"Uh, sure," I said, forcing a giggle at the end to make it seem cute. I do actually want to hang out with him, and my insides buzz with the fact that I may actually be gaining a friend in the near future.

Ryuu laughs.

"Where do ya live, yeah?" He questioned and I gave him directions to my hidden away house. He nodded, putting the directions away into his mental memory. I wondered if he was ever going to actually visit me.

He seemed quite legit, for his response was quite enthusiastic.

With a laugh, he put a hand on my shoulder and told me he'd see me later, hopefully sooner rather than later. I watched him walk off with a strange feeling bouncing around in my stomach, a smile creeping onto my face. All at one, I wished that I'd get to see him every day and talk to him all the time. I wanted to have a friend.

With my still ever-present smile on my face, I ran back home to the comfort of my bedroom. Mother was in the kitchen, making dinner, and I didn't feel the need to tell her about my day. I usually didn't talk to my mother about those sorts of things.

For the first time, I realized I don't just have Mina-chan and my mother to talk to.

Looking out my window, I long for him to return and to come up my window and sit and talk with me for hours, about everything friends talk about. I'd talk to him about Mina-chan, music, food, games, training, life. My emotions skyrocketed and I couldn't wait for the future.

"Dinner's ready!" I heard my mother screech from downstairs, and I bolted to the lower level of the house, completely ready for this day to be over.

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Okay, this one's a bit short. But next chapter is a biggun'. Please review!