"A man may smile yet be a villain," Aesop's Fables, 'The Horse and Groom'

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Zekuro belongs to my partner, KuroAmaterasu

Dedicated to: Nekohana and . Thank you for informing me of my mistakes.

-First Person Perspective-

"..And this will be your room from now on," Hagoromo said, opening a door for me to see.

"Wow, it's...wow. My former caretaker was wondering why it was taking so long to build one room," I commented, walking into the room with my adoptive father.

"That reminds me, I need to hire a new caretaker," Hagoromo murmured to himself, but I could easily hear his quiet comment. My adoptive mother would've been the one taking care of Indra, Asura, and I, had she not died. It was three months after I joined the clan, when she suddenly began coughing up blood. She only lived for five hours.

So, us siblings were each left with our own caretaker. Indra, who was now six, was still the happy toddler I remembered him to be, but I knew it wouldn't be long until he started distancing himself. Asura, who turned one years old recently, could barely speak coherent words and was surpisingly quiet, which scared his caretaker every now and then. I, on the other hand, am diving into studies and training.

My former caretaker was also my instructor, and immediately began training me in chakra control. I was surprised to see that I actually had chakra. Most of the time I was good at it, passing off as average, but occassionally, Kuro would make my chakra blow up in front of my instructor's face on purpose. By the fifty-second time, Shiro kept track for us, my caretaker had had enough of Kuro's chakra explosions and quit.

"Well, May, as much as I'd love to help you decorate your room and chat, I have an important meeting to get to, and after that I'm afrad I'll have to continue my travels," Hagoromo said, snapping me out of my thoughts by ruffling my hair.

"You're going already? You haven't even greeted Indra and Asura," I said, grabbing the sleeve of my adoptive father before he could leave.

"It's night May, they're both fast asleep. You should be asleep too, you can decorate your room with your new caretaker tomorrow," Hagoromo told me, patting me in the head.

With that, I let go of his sleeve and watched silently as he left the room. It always made me uneasy when my adoptive father left. Ever since I joined the clan, I was always on my toes, and the only people I really trusted were Hagoromo, Shiro, and Kuro. When he left, I could only rely on the people inside my head and myself, which wasn't exactly reassuring since the people inside my head were too busy arguing all the time to help me out.

Heaving out a long sigh, I turned back as the door softly closed, and got ready for the task at hand. Exploring my new room.

I walked to the first door on the left to find clothes. The closet was a little big, but the was a given seeing how there were five ceremonial kiminos, each set on its own seperate rack away from everything else. The second door next to the closet was the bathing room, with nothing out of the ordinary there. The third door required a key, a key that I did not have.

'I say you bust open the door,'

'And I say you don't listen to that dimwit,'

'What did you say you pacifistic bitch?!'

Immediately blocking out their arguement in an attempt to preserve my sanity, I wandered to the other side of the room. The only things on this side of the room were empty bookshelves and a desk.

Going to the bed in the center of the room I picked up the few things I owned that weren't clothes and walked over to the bookshelves and desk. After putting my three books on the bookshelf and placing the pins in a small box on my desk, I listened carefully for any people nearby. Quickly going to one of the books on the shelf I opened it to reveal its hollow shell, and the small journal hidden inside.

Every bit of information that I knew, was stashed away in the tiny journal. I forced myself to read it every night, so ai would not forget that I did not belong here, and so I could remind myself of all the things I knew of this world as a Naruto fan.

After reaching the last page, I hid the journal in the hollow book, and went to sleep.

"May-san, I was informed that we were to add more things to your room today," a man, my new caretaker, said, a polite and dutiful tone ringing in his voice.

"Hmm? Oh no, it's alright, I don't need many things," I replied, pinning the strands of my orange hair back. For sime reason, Hagoromo wouldn't let me cut it, so it had grown to my knees by now.

"I see. Then, shall we begin your training? While I do not have as much experience as your former tutor, I'm sure I'll be able to teach you things you do not know," the man informed me as we walked to the study.

Everyday I had to go through studies of culture, history, arithmetic, and reading. The arithemtic was easy, but evrything else was more than a walk in the park. My former tutor was more specialized in chakra, while she couldn't perform it, she was well informed. I learned however, that my new instructor was best at more academic training than chakra and physical training.

I stared. It stared back. I blinked. It didn't blink. I poked it. It fell over.

There was a pink bunny in front of me. A small, stuffed, pink bunny, with long arms. And the paper attached to it read, "From Grandma" How and why I got this stuffed toy was beyond me, all I knew was that it was from Kaguya Otsutsuki, since my adoptive mother had no relatives, and was probably cursed in some way.

'Demon! It's a demon! Quick! Throw it in the fire! Let it burn!'

'The eyes! Never look in the eyes again, May!'

I got up to throw it out, but then I stared at it, again.

"Damn it! How did she know I had a weakness for cute things?!" I yelled, placing the stuffed bunny on a shelf.

Nene: Thank you! Thank you for telling me what I did wrong! I don't know what I'd do if no one mentioned that!

Emerald: She's overreacting, pay no attention to her.

Kurohime: Oi! Why was my name shortened in the story?!

Emerald: Pay no attention to her either, she's delusional.

Shirohime: Please review!