(A/N: Told you I couldn't be a hard-ass if I tried… T-T lol. Hope ya guys like this chapter, no matter how many revisions I do… I can't seem to enjoy this chapter.

-sigh- Be patient my pretties… it gets better. But as the introducing chapter… it is lame and uninformative . not to mention not very well written... and rushed. Too much happens in just one chapter. Makes me want to split it into multiple chapters… Far too many grammar mistakes as well. Maybe I should get an editor?)

-Untold-

Chapter One:

The First Of Many

His eyes were black and to be very frank, creepy. In the instant his eyes met mine when they glossed over the room, they turned red. I don't think anyone in the class noticed, they probably thought it was a trick of light if they did…

It wasn't a trick of light. Those eyes… They reminded me of blood, not just any blood even…

Mine.

This could only mean one thing… well; it could be a wonderfully large group of things. One very large problem, however, kept me from believing it was a mere coincidence…

...the assassins would be arriving throughout this week; I can only assume he is the first. Great. Just grand…

He brought his ever creepy gaze to meet mine, but I didn't mind, creepy eyes were nothing new to me, surprisingly enough my eyes… whereas a normal person might have color and even pupils surprisingly enough, mine were… I let my thoughts trail off, a few giggles and whispers disrupting my train of thought.

I was only mildly annoyed at the hushed conversation three desks away, four females were conversing on how 'hot' the new student was, and I couldn't help but find the topic droll. Oh yeah, he's out to kill to me, I just think he's just so hot.

Sarcasm is my pride and joy.

His dark eyes didn't bug me. I already was getting used to the way they caused me to want to sit straighter in my seat. Despite the fact that they seemed to cry for my bloodshed, I was able to hold my peace. What really bugged me though was…

"Please go sit down now Uchiha-san," the teacher's eyes glazed over the room, "Ah! There is a free seat by Hyuuga-san. Hyuuga! Would you please raise your hand?"

It was tedious for him to ask, my desk was in the far corner… and the reason I overheard the girls conversation from three desks away?

No one sat with in three desks of me.

But obediently I raised my hand, a shy, but fake nonetheless, smile gracing my lips, while I adjusted my sunglasses with the other hand.

Not that it mattered. You couldn't see much of my face, or eyes. I adorned huge sunglasses daily while I kept my hair as far in my face as I could manage.

Really rather tedious, but it kept people from asking questions… or talking to me at all.

The boy the teacher had referred to as 'Uchiha-san'(I didn't pay much attention during introduction…) glanced in my direction briefly once more before heading to his assigned seat.

I disliked having people sit next to me, after awhile they always started to question the need for my oversized jacket or meaningless sunglasses. And eventually, after many annoyances and attempts to be left alone, they would resort to their own methods. Whether it is attempting to help my 'horrible fashion' by force or simply lynching me because of my 'attitude'… occasionally, however, they simply realize that I have no interest in friendship and leave me be.

Shrugging it off, I figured this was unlikely to be like those cases, after all, he was interested in ending my life. Not playing fashion police.

I turned my attention back to the lesson at hand before the hairs on the back of my neck spiked and goose-bumps grew on my arms.

Uchiha-san is glaring at me.

I didn't know why, but he just glared… And glared… And glared…

I wonder if it would have been better if he was acting as the fashion police… his glare was unnerving and a shiver shot down my spine for the third time in the lesson. Class was becoming harder and harder to put my concentration into.

I had to get him to cease… somehow, I would have to cause him enough shock that he would forget about causing me great discomfort.

But how…?

It would have to be random; something that would cause him discomfort. If he were an average male, I would say something along the lines of a love confession. A cheep shot, but it usually did the job. He, however, was a very attractive male(not my type though…). It would have to be something he was unused to hearing and I am very sure he has heard one or two of those before.

A small plan formed, but it wasn't a very bright one. It would send him into a stupor, but it would also insult my intelligence. It is a very good thing that I have a minimal amount of pride.

"M-meanie-head." It was muttered softly as I ducked a glance at him. It was an idiotic and childish insult but it did the job efficiently enough, the poor Uchiha was quite obviously trying to wrap his mind around the pathetic excuse for an insult.

And was not glaring.

"What?" I nearly groaned in displeasure, my plan had back-fired in the worst way plausible; he wanted to know why I had said such a childish insult.

I ignored him though and he didn't repeat the question, his gaze was skeptical and curious, but it wasn't venomous and that was what mattered.

Eventually, as most classes do, my homeroom class ended and the students began conversing while awaiting the arrival of the next teacher.

Fearing that the male next to me would speak I stood abruptly and went to a different section of the classroom, hoping to kami-sama that my next teacher showed up in the next few seconds. Otherwise Uchiha-san might decide to follow me.

Luckily enough, I had to scamper back to my seat within a minute or two due to my math teacher's entrance. I had never been more relieved to see the arithmetic instructor in my entire life.

After my first few classes ended, fortunately without too many close calls. I hurriedly headed for the lunchroom, more than happy to have a proper excuse to escape the glowering boy; he had, once again, taken to glaring at me.

Upon reaching the cafeteria I winced as I realized something very important…

…I didn't have a penny to my name, nor had I bothered to pack something.

Unwilling to sit in a room full of happily eating people when I myself would starve, I headed outside and spent the best of my lunch break attempting to nap.

I was very unsuccessful because as soon as I had settled comfortably under a tree, I noticed the one person I hoped to avoid at the moment.

What was his name anyway…? Sakura? …no, I do believe it was a boy name… Yuseke? …nope… Toshi? …no that's way off… shoot. Oh well, I'll just call him Uchiha if I'm ever faced with a tight spot…

Shrugging off the pointless thoughts I climbed the tree and hoped he didn't see me. He didn't appear to, but he did decide to relax under the very same tree. I was getting nervous and something in my stomach dropped.

'Familiar.'

I blinked, wondering where the odd thought had launched from. Instead of dwelling on it though, I tried to stay as silent as possible while he dozed beneath the tree.

When he finally left, I had to rush to class.

Once school had finished I sighed and started packing up my things, I could still feel his eyes on me.

He was severly starting to grate on my nerves but I shrugged it off as I do most things. There was no need to get pointlessly angry.

I shrugged and started heading towards my current abode.

The hallways were packed; I swear that I shrunk in size as I was forced to push through a countless number of people, or would have had I not been to prone to manners.

As I walked through the crowd I apologized and sometimes even bowed lightly in apology to anyone I bumped into/ they crashed into me.

Why do I uselessly apologize when no ones listening? Force of habit, even when I was little I always said please, thank you and was unusually considerate. Perhaps because mother always…

I stopped right there and rushed through the crowd with an ease that only countless Anime conventions can give you(though I haven't been to any…), I would not think about that.

Upon finally exiting the school I slumped down in relief on one of the school steps, I looked up when I heard footsteps and saw Uchiha leave the school in the opposite direction of where I would be heading home and sighed in relief, looks like he wasn't going to try anything today…

Unfortunately, it didn't appear that everyone thought like Uchiha…

I got up and walked maybe a block before I got tired of the pitiful attempt to mask their presence.

"Come out. I know you're there." A shadow emerged from a tree behind me.

I never understood why people gave up so easily, without waiting for me to think I am merely crazy(which I am likely to believe…). As it was, I knew I was perfectly sane and that he had in fact been stalking me.

Why does no one ever call my bluff? Not that I'm complaining but seriously…

He or she was dressed in complete black, I couldn't see more than maybe an inch of skin and I had to wonder if it was skin or just my imagination.

I was almost near a skeptical thought about would-be Ninja's before I recalled that it was very likely this person was a Shinobi. Assassins came in all shapes and sizes.

They didn't waste time with chit-chat and immediately attacked.

I narrowly avoided being skewered by a sword and grasped onto the said swords edge and pulled.

The assassin was on the ground in moments having lost balance.

Quickly, I bashed him on the back of the neck with the hilt of his weapon. He wouldn't wake up for awhile. I should kill him, yes. But there were far to many complications. There was likely to be an investigation and plenty of other unwanted attention. Very troublesome. There was that… and it was only his job. Whoever it is, they have nothing personal against me, they were only hired by someone who does.

I sighed deeply and left, Temari'd throw a tantrum if I missed dinner tonight.

The next day was fairly normal. I was getting adjusted to the new 'Uchiha routine' rather quickly really.

Wake up.

Groan and try and go back to sleep.

Give up when Temari persists in waking me up.

Walk to school.

Consider ditching to avoid the Uchiha.

Sigh and continue walking regardless because it'd be too troublesome.

Sit in class to be glared at by the annoying Uchiha himself.

Yep, fantastic schedule.

I felt a little bad for thinking meanly about him but he… irked me. Possibly more than he should as just an assassin…

After classes today however Uchiha tapped my shoulder. Mentally I cursed my inability to simply make a run for it right then and there. I knew this would happen the moment his eyes flashed red against mine but… why now? I was far too tired for this…

"H-hai Uc-Uchiha-san?" I asked meekly, tossing him a fake smile. It was another force of habit of mine. Always smile when speaking to someone. Never mind how you feel.

He looked at me in confusion for a moment, almost as if wondering if I hadn't realized what he wanted.

He thought I was ignorant…

I almost smiled honestly; I would use that to my advantage. At least… hopefully it would lead to my advantage.

"Come with me." He said shortly before he started dragging me out of the classroom.

I sighed inwardly, I really was rather tired. I felt faint and I don't think I will stay conscious for too long.

The halls were as crowded as before, but I suppose Uchiha was a little bit more intimidating and had quite a bit less qualms with shoving through crowds like they were ants, than I had.

…though it still was taking quite a bit of time to get wherever he was taking me…

I was only mildly startled when he opened a door that led to stairs. After we reached the only truly isolated place in the school, the roof, he turned to glare at me.

"You know why I'm here, right." It wasn't a question. I would, however, pretend it was one.

"E-eh?" I stared at him as if he had a third head, though I doubt he could see how nervous and skeptical I looked behind my overly huge sunglasses.

He growled, "Don't play games with me bitch."

He was swearing already, which highly surprised me. I was a fairly good judge of character and he seemed more the aloof cold type, less the easily angered idiot.

"W-what are y-you ta-talking about? G-games?" I really was nervous, but in a different way than my body language expressed.

"Listen you bitch! It's no use trying to pretend you don't know anything! I know exactly who you are!" His temper was flaring, something, besides me, was likely angering him. I doubt my actions would anger such a stoic person so easily. His eyes flashed red again. Fantastic.

He had originally made the assumption that I wasn't a complete fool who'd never noticed my curse or the price on my head. But I could tell from earlier that he was wondering if I truly had noticed.

I think.

It didn't matter though. He wouldn't get me to speak the truth until he could present me with evidence.

…besides… he's probably a minion that has no idea who exactly I am…

I stared at him in slight fear and deep confusion; the perfect imitation of a naive little girl. I wish I was one truly.

"My god, do you honestly not know?!" frustration and anger seeped from his voice.

I felt a mild amount of happiness. I've gotten him to believe I'm a fool, the best playing card I could ever have.

…still… something about him… creeps me out more than it should… I fingered the broken ring in my pocket nervously; it was a nervous habit of sorts.

His movements were sudden and far to fast for me to track.

My eyes were wide and startled as my sunglasses were slammed onto the ground.

He was glaring down at me, eyes now completely red, black dots swirling quickly.

I nearly gulped, he was terrifying.

In a matter of seconds he slammed me against the door we had used to get up there.

"You don't know who I am?" he sneered, he was taller than me I realized. He had lowered his face and paid no mind to my own creepy eyes as he glared at me fiercely, "If you don't… I'll make you."

My heart skipped a beat.

And I suddenly knew.

He wasn't a minion.

My eyes were wide. Horror struck me.

It was him.

He smirked, his eyes still narrowed and glaring at my own, "Remember me now?"

My heart raced… and anger flooded my veins.

'H-how dare he?!' I was furious.

And that was why I upper-cutted him.

It was also why I promptly kneed him where, if anyone had been watching, they would have sent their sympathy to the poor male.

He hit the floor and I stared at the ground in front of me for a moment before I mustered up the concentration to speak, "H-how…" my voice was small, but poison leaked into my words, "-dare you so m-much as touch me!" I glared down at him; he still had not stood, clutching the area that I had not so kindly assaulted, "You fucking, god forsaken, pathetic e-excuse for scum!" I kicked him in the stomach, "Rot in h-hell y-you conceited bastard!! If I-I ever s-see you're idiotic fo-form again…" I trailed off, shaking in fury. I kicked him a good seven more times before I gained enough self control to not kill the teme.

Turning around, I ran down the stairs and to my current residence. Resisting the urge to scream, turn around again, and finish off the scum bag.

How dare he come back?!

((A/N: So rushed! So OOC! Noooo-! T-T –sigh- did ya all enjoy? Have any interest in continuing to read?

Please bear with me. It does get better in later chapters(in my opinion) so don't quit just because this one was disappointing! 'Kay?

Special thanks to all my awesome reviewers of the first chapter, who I very much hope to hear from again. You guys were very nice and forgiving of my mediocre Prologue. Even said it was interesting! –BTW I bubbled and squealed happily upon hearing it-

Now, one thing to expect me to do with this fic is to constantly re-write chapters. I am never satisfied with how this fic is going and have been writing and re-writing constantly since I began sometime in early Fall last year. I'll send special warnings to everyone if I feel it necessary to re-write and if there are any major changes I can give you a brief summery of what I changed if you are against a re-read.

PS if you see any obvious grammarical mistakes and/or typos, tell me!))