"I want you to know one thing..." ~Pablo Neruda

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Zekuro is owned by KuroAmaterasu.

Dedicated to: My glasses. Whenever I put them on I have a sudden urge to write.

-First Person Perspective-

"I swear, Kurisutaru, if you do not stop laughing, I will strangle you," I threatened, glaring at the pale eyed man in front of me.

"I-It's not my f-fault that your-your brother that's five-five years younger than you, is a-a-already taller than y-you!" Kurisutaru managed to say, his mouth being very occupied with laughing.

"One centimeter! It's only by one centimeter, damn it!" I yelled back, grabbing my cousin's yukata and choking him slightly. Strangling him didn't help at all, though, it only made the situation worse.

While heading to wherever our destination was, Kurisutaru and I had ran into Indra, who was coming from the library. The moment I saw him I tackled him into a hug and cried out that he should stay his adorable little self and never lash out in revenge and anger while I was in his presence. After yelling out random things about the Uchiha clan he probably didn't understand, however, Kurisutaru pulled us apart and told me that Indra was no longer little or adorable.

"That's enough, Kurisutaru. Onee-san might actually kill you if you continue to laugh," Indra said, stepping between Kurisutaru and I.

"She wouldn't do that. Something about causing the death of an unborn person named Hinata," Kurisutaru said, ceasing his laughter as he saw his betrothed running towards us in panic.

"K-Kurisutaru-sama! May-sama! I-Indra-sama! I-it's t-t-teribble! Asura-sama he-he-he collapsed! I was l-looking for him for y-your reunion, M-May-sama, b-but when I found h-him, h-his instructor was n-nowhere to be seen a-and he was o-out cold!" Kurisutaru's fiancé stuttered out, while at the same time, trying to catch her breath.

"His instructor.I always wondered why Oji-sama allowed that one to live," Indra muttered under his breath as we followed Kurisutaru, who was carrying his fiancé bridal style as she gave us directions to where Asura collapsed.

"Five more laps! Run five more laps, you ungrateful brat!" A voice I knew all too well commanded.

"But I already ran twenty! Isn't that enough for the morning?!" Another voice I was also familiar with whined.

"You want to be as good as your brother? Run five more laps!"

"But this garden is a fourth of the compound! You can easily get lost here!"

"You really are an ungrateful brat! I gave you a five minute break and brought you a glass of water!"

The scene our little group was graced with was ten year old Asura collpased on the floor, an empty glass in his hands, and a girl that looked his age shoving her boot into his back.

"Kurohime-san, please show some mercy like your sister does," Indra spoke up, and my ears perked up at the name.

The girl had tan skin and long midnight hair. I think she was ten, I wasn't really sure. She had a thick iron band clasped around her neck with a long chain that pooled around on the floor. Her clothing was all black, but you could still see some distinct blood stains on it, the blood most likely coming from the all the bandages wrapped around her that had blood leaking out of them.

"I am his instructor, not my sister. And I say he will run five more laps to complete his twenty five laps for the morning," the girl, Kurohime retorted, picking up Asura and pushing him away to continue running.

Just as poor Asura was about to fall face first onto the ground, someone caught him.

Her hair was a light brown and she was visibly paler than Kurohime. Her hair was past her shoulders, but didn't reach midback, and was tied in a ponytail. Her clothing was also more...well, there was less clothing than most people would wear She only sported a pair of green shorts, a bandaged chest and an apron. Around her apron was a belt with bottles of all shapes and sizes strapped on.

"Kurohime, you're more violent than usual this morning,"

"And I see that you're going around, practically naked,"

"Hey! I just came from my job and these are my working clothes! At least I don't soil the beautiful clothing that this family provides us with!"

"What do you work at? A strip club?"

"Why you! You insolent child!"

"You slut!"

"How you haven't been burned at the stake for being a demon is beyond me!"

"How you survive every battle, when you refuse to fight, is a miracle, pacifistic bitch!"

"If I wasn't related to you I would have-"

"Kuro?! Shiro?! I thought you guys killed each other, or something!" I suddenly yelled out, tackling the two arguing people to the ground in a massive hug.

"Great, that's the second time this day. It's like she wants to break all her bones," Kurisutaru commented offhandedly, walking over to us with his fiancé now standing by his side. From the corner of my eyes I could see Asura hug Indra as he offered his brother for help. I could also hear him crying about how he wanted a new instructor.

"Oh? How did you know it was us?" Shiro asked, somehow getting out of my hug.

"Easy, you two bickering was giving me a headache," I answered happily, getting off of Kuro, I mean Kurohime, I mean-oh, never mind.

Once I got off of her however, I joined Asura's hug.

"She really does want to break her bones,"

Nene: ...

Emerald: Ignore her, it's another phase.

Kurohime: Hell yeah! I got my full name back!

Shirohime: Shut up, you idiot.

Kurohime: At least I wasn't going around practically naked.

Shirohime: Well I wasn't the one abusing a ten year old.

(For the safety of our readers their arguement is now being censored)

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