A/N: Here's the second chapter to this thing. Sorry it's a little choppy, but I felt as though it was necessary. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I do writing it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its' characters.

"Where the hell is this?" Sen spun around, looking at the high stone boulders and the blue sky above. "Well I'll be damned," she said, crossing her arms. "Chief actually did it..."

Looking down beneath her feet, there was green. She had to think about it for a moment before she realized that it was grass. Never had Sen seen it in person before. Taking a moment to let this settle in, she then set off on her way to the nearest village to see if she could regroup with the others.

There was rolling hills, and even more boulders. Or where they just stone mounds? Either way, they were everywhere. Sen wasn't very good with history, or memorizing, for that matter, so she had to think it out to herself.

"Not Suna, cuz there's no sand," she said as she continued to walk on a path she had found. "Not Konoha, cuz there's no trees. And Kiri is supposed to be a bunch of islands, but I don't see any water... So that leaves... Iwa and... Kumo? Hm... Imma gonna go with Kumo, cuz of all the clouds."

She nodded as she looked up at the clouds. She noted how they looked like paintings that where just drifting on by. After a while, she came upon a squad and without a second thought, ran over to question them if her theory was right.

Ayame fell to her knees. The rush that overcame her during the jutsu sent her sensitive senses through the roof and almost tossed her into sensory overload. In her ears, the sound of water gave way to the smell of salt. Reaching out to better understand her surroundings, Ayame sensed an unfamiliar chakra to her left, and she snapped her head to look in that direction.

She struggled to stand on wobbly feet. "Wh-who's there," she called out, reaching for a kunai in the pouch on her thigh, just under the slit in her dress.

"Easy does it, miss. I'm just doing a routine round. Might I ask who you are?" said a man's voice, maybe around mid to late thirties.

She held the kunai firm in her hand, blindly pointing it in the direction of the voice. "M-My name's Ayame. Who are you, hmm?"

"My name's [insert lowly unknown ninja name here]. This area's off-limits though, so what are you doing here," his voice was caring, but stern.

She paused for a moment, considering her explanation. "I got separated from my friends. You see, I'm blind, so it tends to happen a lot..." she said, waving a hand in front of her face. She openly exploited her disability when an advantage was possible, this being one of those situations. "Would you be able to help me, perhaps, to find them, hmm?"

"Um, s-sure," Ayame could feel his pulse quicken through the air, a keen sense she was well renown for. She assumed at that point that there was a blush on his face.

She smiled brightly, "Thank you very much."

Yuurei held a hand above her eyes, trying to block out the light of the sun as she squinted into the distance. The sands of the desert seemed to go on and on. It felt as though she'd be walking forever, at that rate. She would have been much happier back in her own time than in the sweltering heat of the desert's sun.

"When I find you, Tsumiko," she whispered out loud. "I will personally tear you limb from limb."

She continued rambling to herself, mostly just empty threats to Tsumiko. Heat was not something Yuurei was used to, and she wasn't about to start anytime soon. And on she went, complaining, cursing, bickering, until she felt like she was going to drop. But even then, she didn't stop, holding herself up tall as though nothing was wrong. If anything, Yuurei was most known for her apathy toward everything except Tsumiko.

Only when she seen high walls of sand, did she even remotely feel relieved. "That must be Suna," she said. "Tsumiko had better hope that she's not in there, or I will wring her neck from the top of those walls."

"Ow..." Toma stood, rubbing his aching tailbone. He ended up falling several meters to the ground and landing on a pile of rocks. "Just my luck..."

Looking around, that was all he saw, was rocks. Rock walls, rock ground, everything was rock. Only every here and there was there a sprout of what he assumed to be grass, but that was very seldom. Walking down the cavern that he ended up in, he looked around and then up. He stopped for a moment to gaze at the cloudless sky.

"I never thought it'd be so... blue... It's beautiful..."

"Never seen the sky before?" a sudden voice behind him spook Toma out of his thoughts. "What kind of rock do you live under?"

"What kind of...?" he caught himself. "I don't live under a rock," he said, turning to look at the short-haired woman standing there. She was accompanied by two men.

"Are you sure about that?" she had a cocky grin on her face as she crossed her arms.

"Well, yeah. I'm pretty sure I'd know something like that."

"Huh. We'll see about that," she said with a quick nod of her head.

Taking the signal, the two men behind her sprang forward and prepared to confront Toma.

Tsumiko lay flat on her back, gazing up at the sky through the trees that surrounded her. She used a lot more chakra than she was expecting and was left rather weak. It was the first thing she had done upon arrival, just lay there to catch her breath. But even after she had done that, she continued to lay there and watch the clouds roll on by. The sound of the birds chirping, the smell of the outdoors, the feel of the grass beneath her, Tsumiko wanted to experience it all at once.

She closed her eyes and began humming a lullaby she was taught when she was younger. She never knew why, but it always gave her the shivers, a haunting feeling. But it never stopped her from singing it to herself when no one was around.

After a while, she managed to convince herself to get up and start searching for a clue as to where she was. There was no paths, no creaks, nothing for her to use as guidance. She sighed, dropping her head into her chest.

"Go me..." she cheered sarcastically to herself, raising a half-hearted fist into the air. Now that she was there, she had no idea what to do with herself, nor how to regroup with the others. "I guess the first thing to do is figure out what era I'm in..."

"Who's there?" called out a voice. It was a sad attempt at being stern, but with Tsumiko's experience, she could easily discern the fear that was tinted in it.

She popped out of the trees and into a clearing with a squad of men. Raising her hands as a sign of compliance, Tsumiko walked out in front of them. On their headbands, she noted the "Shinobi" kanji that was etched into it.

So the war has already started..? she said to herself. Her heart dropped knowing that she didn't send them far enough back to prevent the war altogether.

"Who are you?" said the same man.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," she smiled softly. "My name's Tsumiko. I really need to talk to the Kage, so if you would kindly take me there, that would be wonderful."

"And who do you think you are that we'd oblige so quickly?" said another man.

"Right, I guess that's a weird request, huh?" she looked to the ground and thought a little. "Look, I'll do whatever you want me to, but I really need to talk to them."

They looked at each other and huddled, whispering among themselves. Tsumiko inwardly giggled at how non-serious the squad acted, amused by how they kept peeping up to look at her. They nodded in unison and broke the huddle.

"We wont let you talk to them directly, but we can have someone from the Communication Team transfer you through to one of them."

Tsumiko shrugged. "That'll have to do for now, I guess."

As she said this, one of the men stepped forward. On his back was strapped a large machine with an antenna sticking straight out if it.

Technology was so primitive back then, she thought as he placed a single hand upon her forehead. Next thing she knew, there was a voice talking in her head.

HQ, what's your message.

May I speak with one of the Kage, please?

There was a moment of quiet before she heard, This is the Hokage. What do you need?

Tsumiko paused to remember the name of the Hokage during the war. It was the Fifth Hokage, if memory served. Miss Tsunade, my name's Tsumiko. I'm not of your ranks of the Allied Shinobi Force, but I have an urgent matter that I need to speak with you and the other Kage about directly. This could ultimately change the course of the war in your favor. But I need your permission to come see you in person.

A moment of quiet again. Very well. But if you turn out to be an enemy, we will not hesitate to strike you down.

By all means, Lady Hokage, whatever you have to do, do it. Tsumiko reassured her.

"With the Hokage's permission, we will guide you to them," the Communication ninja said after he cut the link between her and the Hokage.

Tsumiko smiled sweetly at all the men that were standing around her. "That's very kind of you, but there won't be any need for your help from here on," she said as she stood. "Please, don't let me distract you men from your duties."

With a single hand sign, Tsumiko had used a teleportation jutsu. This landed her right in the middle of the Force's Headquarters. Startled, the three Kage sitting around a table and the ninja around them immediately looked in her direction. A rather tan man stood from his seat, hands flat on the table before him.

"Who are you?" he barked.

Tsumiko looked at him and blinked a couple times, regaining her bearings from the dizziness the jutsu left. She spotted a blond woman sitting to his left and smiled at her. Walking up to the table, she bowed. "My name is Tsumiko."

"That's impossible," Tsunade proclaimed in disbelief. "I was just talking to a woman by that name not even three minutes ago."

"Oh, but it is possible, dear Lady Hokage. For you see, I've come with a very important mission and it was imperative that I got here as soon as possible."

"A mission? From where?" an old man, who was rather short on top of that, sat back in his chair, eyeing Tsumiko suspiciously.

She looked at him and smiled sweetly. "From the future."