I stopped walking, eyes fixing on the familiar little boy. He was sitting on a metal bar in the middle of the open area in front of the school, legs brought up to push his feet together and hands gripping the bar under him. He was whistling something that I could not recognize, eyes fixed on the Hokage Mountain.

Blue eyes snapped to mine suddenly and I jumped back, startled. The eyes narrowed until they were almost harshly slit.

"What do you want?" the voice was sharp and defensive.

I stepped back on instinct. I didn't fear Naruto, really, just humans. Some were nice enough, I had met a few on the road, but as a general rule of thumb I avoided the primates. This one hadn't done anything to me, so I shrugged, looking to the ground.

"Nothing," I told him, trying to look small. I don't like people getting mad at me. "I was just wondering what you were doing."

"Nothing," he told me, less hostile than he had been before.

I looked up at him, head tilting to the side.

"Well you have to be something. You can't never be doing nothing, " I inwardly cringed at the childish slip up of words, "You're breathing aren't you?"

Naruto nodded slowly. "I guess so, yeah."

"You guess so? If you weren't breathing you'd be dead!"

"Well then I am doing something," he retorted, leaning on the bar. It was a mistake, as seen seconds later when he slipped from the bar with a startled shout.

My hands flew out, reaction instantaneous. Naruto was jerked to a stop in the air, inched from the dirt.

For a second we were both perfectly still, me staring at him and him staring at me.

When I realized what I'd done I yanked my hands back to my chest, stumbling back when Naruto hit the ground with an 'oof!'. The last time I'd done that people had been scared. It hadn't even been in my village, it was on the road. The caravan had been stunned, many scared, and I had ran.

Like I did when I dropped Naruto to the ground.

Naruto Uzumaki was not yet six when he first saw the weird girl. His falling had been an accident, her catching him a shock. She had seemed just as surprised, not that he could really tell. He hadn't been able to see her eyes, they had been glowing green and hiding what color they actually was.

He was pretty sure that when they'd been talking they had been brown.

The girl had yanked her hands back to her like he'd tried to bite her and run off without another word, leaving a very confused Naruto sitting in the dirt, staring after her back.

What was that?

When Naruto walked into his office talking about a girl who had had held him in the air without touching him he was understandably concerned. That was not something that happened often, if at all. Even he, the Professor, had never heard of such a feat unless it involved chakra strings, which was not what the little blond boy was describing.

The way he described it sounded as if gravity itself had given up on holding him down at the command of the girl.

Naturally, he sent the ANBU out to find her.

That was a month ago.

A month.

And ANBU could not track down or find record of any such person existing. Not the right one, at least. He had seen reports of dozens of girls younger than six with black hair and maybe-brown eyes. None of them were anything out of the ordinary. Not a single one. And it wasn't like he could go around rounding up children of those specifics. The civilians would pitch a fit, as well as a good few clans.

So you see, he was at a dilemma.

Until he mentioned that issue to his younger son.

Asura had looked up from where he'd been filling out a mission report when his father voiced his trouble, head tilting.

"Could be Kimi, she's from the edge of Fire."

The old man had repeated the name dubiously. There had been no Kimi in his reports.

"Kimiko, she tells story for money at the library. She moved her from the coast after her dad died," the young man explained, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "She has a story about people who can do that. Martians."

Hiruzen frowned at his son. Kimiko. There was no one he knew named that. "You've heard her stories?" he asked instead.

Asura shrugged again. "I've been there when she was. She's just a kid, maybe five. Maybe."

Kimi, Kimika Junpei. Not Kimiko. She indeed fit the profile, Cat noted, watching her from outside the library. She was too young to have had sleeper agent seals placed on her mind safely, and she did not show the signs of a person who would have had them done incorrectly. Her voice was articulate, strangely so for a child, and her gestures subdued, as if she expected someone to start shouting if she gestured too wildly.

When she left the library Cat followed her, and found that what food she got was either given or stolen, nothing paid for. Some things floated out of stalls when no one was looking. When she retired it was in a house with no lights on. The ANBU watched the house through the night, preparing to tell the Hokage in the morning.

They had found the girl.

I knew I had been found out when, on my daily walk to the library, I was stopped by a man in a white mask, shaped like a cat, stopped me on my was.

I should have stayed on the road.