AN.

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I arrived at Training Ground Six ten minutes earlier than necessary with a book and a pen, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering near me. It was just like, two or three but they friggin' found me wherever I went. It was creepy and slightly offending. Did I smell or something? It gave me weird stares for the people who were already awake. With a sigh, I entered the training grounds, the swarm finally dispersing to god knows where.

Being a Disney princess in a ninja world? Annoying. Well, so was this training ground. It gave off a weird and malicious vibe for some reason...

"Boo." A raspy voice surprised me, directly behind my blind-spot, which was really small, mind you. I rolled forward, trying to distance myself as much as possible and threw the senbon at the offending person. He dodged it seamlessly, his body twisting and turning that was impossible for a normal human. He smiled at me, tongue out.

I never thought Orichimaru was a prankster. A lethal prankster, but still a prank; even though it wasn't entirely harmless. My poor heart. I did not deactivate my Byakugan though, it might be a test. Some weird test that tested my suspicion and paranoia as a ninja? I don't know, could never tell with this guy after this. Always thought he was a homicidal maniac 24/7.

I greeted him "Shishou," I bowed. He seemed faintly amused "You have nice reflexes and decent speed. Your sensing needs work, although with a little practice..." He assessed my five year old 'skills' thoughtfully, his yellow eyes glinting. I widened my eyes in slight fear and respect. He got all that from scaring me to death? To be fair he is one of the Sannin. I'm pretty sure they're over powered in their own rights. I mean, Tsunade has friggin' super strength (which I'm sure was downplayed majorly in the anime because reasons) and Jiraya is Jiraya. 'Nough said. "But enough of this." He waved his hand.

"I want you to show me the three basic academy Ninjutsu," he commanded, amusement lost yet his face still warped with a smile. From what I can tell? He was just bored and toying with me. I showed him a near perfect clone technique (why is your head white and wavey?) , a substitution with a conveniently placed leaf and a transformation jutsu of my dad (pretentious prick made me practice him). He nodded, he pointed at a specific leaf at the tree that he was hiding from. "Hit that leaf and just that leaf with a kunai, shuriken and senbon without your Byakugan."

What. Um, okay…

I deactivated my Byakugan and prepared a kunai from one of my holsters and threw it. It wasn't even close. Snake-Shishou made a sound of disapproval. I threw a shuriken at the leaf yet it arc'ed around it. I'm telling you, deadly Frisbees aren't that cool. They are majorly overhyped you fidget spinning weirdoes. Orochimaru glared at the shuriken that continued spinning away into the sunset and I felt myself sweat. Okay, I can do this. I twirled a senbon around my finger tips then threw it. It pierced the leaf by the edge. "Good enough," he drawled as he rolled his eyes. Well sorry if I wasn't born a prodigy like you. Not everyone can get a snake summon from the graves of their parents. Hmph.

"Now show me that famed Jyūken the Hyūga keep bragging about," he drawled "You may activate your Byakugan," he said as an afterthought. Was it even supposed to be an afterthought? It's a given.

He distanced himself. "Whenever you're ready," I activated my Byakugan and got into an offensive stance. He leapt forward and saw Orochimaru tensed with anticipation an dodged my attacks to the left literally with his hands behind his back. I jabbed for his head and he crouched, I tried to kick him but he jumped out of the way. I jabbed him once more and he caught the hand and pushed it away, losing my balance, I adjusted. He chuckled sinisterly,

Okay, Taijutsu test. I refuse to fail this. I quickly got into a familiar stance, my body low and my arms rose. Orochimaru quirked an eyebrow up and made an 'oh?' sound. He's in range, and he could probably block it but this was just a test anyway. I leapt forward with an insane speed and aimed for the tenketsu point at the left of his heart and middle thigh with chakra at the same time with 2 palms He caught the one reaching his heart but not the one near his thigh. He dodged the four palms with insane speed. He let out a small surprised sound and chuckled "perfect" he drawled, I began trying to rapidly seal him up, two tenketsu points at a time, he blocked all of 16 palms. I stomped on his foot, he clearly did not expect that and he winced, I used that as an opening and began the rapid jabs which he couldn't block at the time. The beauty of the Eight Triagrams Palm technique is that once you start, you can't stop, if the enemy let you touch the part where you're aiming for, they won't be able to dodge or block. Unless, you know, he friggin blocks it with his sheer skill when I tried doing another 16, me being a slowass. I infused the last jab with a little bit more force than necessary and pushed him away after.

"Eight Triagrams: 32 Palms," I muttered while I tried to regain my breathing. That wasn't even close to fucking 32 palms. It was like, hit your opponent 32 times and see what happens. Now I just add thirty two more and I'll be Neji good. Orochimaru looked pissed though, so that's something. Even with his perpetually smirking face, he still looked irratated "Is that not a Main Branch Hiden Technique? Did you somehow manage to steal it? And stepping on my foot? What are you, 2?" He said slowly looming over me, his face contorted into a wicked grin, "I wouldn't say steal..." I said weakly, "More like stalkingtherlderwhilehewastrainingImrannobiggeright?" I muttered quickly, his grin, somehow, became wider. "We are going to have a fun time together, Tokina-chan," he drawled sadistically

My mouth dried.

How did I end up in this situation?

Like what he promised, Snake-shishou's training regimen was intense and physically, chakra and sometimes mentally drainingly intense. Is drainingly even a word? Whatever, He improved my speed and made me not so hopeless with throwing things other than senbons (fuck shurikens, though). He thought me how to use my senses better and quickened my handseals, like how to be a tracker and the basics of not just using my Byakugan to see everything. I monopolized being alone in the house to practice my deadly 32 but I keep messing up while thinking about how the fuck did Neji do this? That usually led to me being exhausted at the end of the day not due to my chakra pool, which was still big for some reason and growing mind you, but because this body is too damn fragile. The fact a five year old is learning how to kill still seems so foreign to me in this war-torn excuse of a universe. I tried desperately to juggle studies and social life but thankfully, they understood my busy schedule. They tried to keep me alive and healthy and not socially deprived. Obito finally got over his fear of snakes (Orochimaru being a paranoid and conniving bastard) and Rin managed to get desensitized enough to call them cute. She usually asked me if I could get a sample of their poison for her to study. She managed to get an apprenticeship in the local hospital. Good for her. My parents are still at their mission, five months later and still not getting any information if their still alive or what. It was getting pretty irritating, honestly. The weekly dinners still continued, thankfully. It gave me an incentive to go outside and buy stuff and function like a normal human amongst other fellow humans.

"So," Obito began, "Are you going to take the Genin exam? I heard you're qualified to take it early." He said with a tinge of envy "Huh, must be the war." I replied. "They say that we might need to bust out more soldiers, though." I continued. "I'll ask Orochimaru-shishou." I concluded. Obito nodded and Rin looked us exasperatedly. "What?" I asked. "Kina-chan, when's the last time you looked at the mirror?" She pointed. "Uh..." Was my intelligible response as Obito snickered. I glared at him, he rolled his eyes. I asked him seriously "What's wrong with my face? I've been getting enough sleep, I swear." Obito leaned in and poked my cheek.

"You have a scar you forgot to heal." He helpfully said.

"Oh really?" I blinked and after a few minutes (minutes too long) I closed the wound. "Maybe I'll also wake up with slits in my eyes and different eye color because of all these snakes in the house, huh?" I joked nonchalantly, and then promptly and justifiably shuddered, ew. That would look so creepy, not that featureless eyes wasn't. Where they glow in the dark, too? I continued my dinner with that train of thought; Obito did the same yet looking confused. "How would that work, though? Don't your eyes do something about it?" He rebuked my theoretical question thoughtfully. I shrugged, "Who knows? It would be kinda cool though." Obito nodded absentmindedly."True," he said "You can become pretty scary if you want to be, Tokina-chan. Combine that with Byakugan and snake eyes and you'll be able to scare the Iwa-nin away and win the war." He joked, I chuckled. "That would be nice." I said longingly. Better than going in there head first. Rin looked at us exasperated and sighed. "I can't believe you would allow all those changes in your body happen." She shook her head in disapproval. "I, for one, would not want slits for eyes."

I shrugged, Obito nodded and muttered "You already have such pretty eyes." under his breath.

I snickered and he turned red. Rin looked at both of us with skepticism and obliviousness. Oh my sweet cinnamon roll who would come to want to see the world trapped in a bigass tree. How cute you can be sometimes.

I woke up from a nice dream after my nap from Orochimaru giving me laps around Konoha, the sadist. It that involved piano recitals and me conducting it. I sighed wistfully at the memory. That was a good day. My first ever piano recital. Mom was cheering me on while dad, with his impassive and stoic-ness gained from his years in the force, got a camera and low-key filmed the whole thing with nothing but his perpetually raised eyebrow and quirked lip. I'm so glad I didn't get his resting bitchface. He had such a cute, scary and stupid face. After I played Canon, they treated me to really good fast food. I always ordered two piece chickens and fried while the conservative fucks ordered a burger for themselves.

It was a sight to see, an Asian family in a formal get-up walking into a fast food chain. They probably thought we were rich snobs when in reality; they had to earn the wealth they managed to scrounge over. My dad even had to give himself a sick retirement after his second stroke to get a big bonus to allow me to continue my music course after I changed from Political Science.

My heart clenched guiltily. How selfish am I to waste all that hard earned money just to find the embodiment of their love and heart work, cold and dead in the bathtub.

"You selfish prick. They deserved better. Who the hell were you to just up and die?" I smiled bitterly at my idiocy. What the hell was my train of thought back then? So what if I got a low-wage piano gig instead of being a Conductor? 26 and immature, how absolutely disgusting. Grow up they said. If only I listened. Maybe if I just had a little bit more patience...

Two white butterflies danced in front of me as I leaned on the tree. Their little flutters tantalizing me. I lifted a finger as one of them landed on it, their feather light feet brushed my index as the giant wings opened and closed slowly and peacefully. I felt the other one land on my dark-chocolate hair.

"I'm not an anime character." I chuckled as the little thing remained silent and peaceful, opening and closing their fragile yet beautiful and enticing wings. "I'm not over it just because you flew into my life." I expected no answer and got no answer. I took a deep breath to drown-

Wrong word.

Bury the sad and depressing feelings away. I stood up; the two insects flew away to the streets of Konoha, wherever they were going. With Rin and Obito in school and my bones aching from yesterday's practice with Orochimaru (cruel guy making me run around Konoha five times under thirty minutes) I thought, hey, why not be super Disney Princess and follow the butterflies. Who knows, maybe I'll find the love of my life in a beautiful, hidden away grove in Konoha. But wait, the last time I followed beautiful and enticing animals, it led me to the friggin' devil himself.

The sick fucks probably thought I was into MILF or some shit when they fluttered around an old man with long graying hair and a formal Kimono that drooped to the grass inside the fucking cemetery. The Konoha cemetery was beautiful, especially in twilight, but it was still a cemetery nonetheless. Not into that, you sick dicks. We share the same love of oversized things though, so that was a plus.

The old man turned to the side to let the butterfly land on his bony finger. He muttered something to it as if in conversation. Well, old, creepy and crazy. I'm not that pathetic. They did seem to want to make me talk to him. I must be crazy thinking these little bugs can answer all my problems. The old man turned around to walk away. He stopped when someone was in his way. I gave him an awkward wave. He gave me an assessing look hidden away from his bushy eyebrows.

"Why hello there, pretty girl." His old and gentle voice said as he smiled to me. I returned the formality with a bow and a short 'Honored Elder'. He chuckled at my formalities. What, where they out dated or something? "What brings you to Konoha Cemetery in this lovely September 21? Visiting someone important to you?"

No, not really. I kind of threw them away and now I'm trying to find a way to them if I could. But I couldn't say hat to the kind, white haired oldie. He looked so at peace, or maybe that's because his brows were covering his eyes for slits. "Kind off." I shrugged with a tight lipped smile. I couldn't say that I followed two white butterflies to him. How bad would that sound? "They aren't lost, per see. I know where they are but I just don't know if I can go back to them in one piece." I confessed. If re-reincarnation to my old life involved me dying then that would be a major blockade in the road. I'm kind of traumatized, so…

"I see, I see." He nodded to himself, giving off the old careless, deaf and fun loving aura of an old man. Was he, though? You can never really tell with these types. "Tell you what? H ow about I give you a test, ff you pass, then I'll help you get stronger. If you fail, then…" He shrugged. "I dunno, sorry?"

I pursed my lips in thought.

AN.

Sorry if this chapter was too short (2400+ words only? Oh my.) I usually base the ending of the chapters on how I feel it should end. Does this count as a cliffhanger? If not, hurray and if so, whoops. Thanks for the b-day wishes last chapter! Meant alot to me.

Also, specific response to PhilthePhil: Thanks for giving this fic a chance! It really means a lot to me. Also, a little bit pressuring but mostly good feelings.

Also, Jebuus Christ,thanzintay2000: Can't believe you got that from the first chapter. I'm not confirming anything. The Ice part of the title could mean a lot of things. Like how number three is to Divine Comedy.

BUT WAIT! Ice, Eyes and I's have 3 'I's in them. Tokina has 3 syllables in it. She is a family of 3 and with her friends, they form a trio! Tokina is Dante confirmed?

Okay, last. Rose Thorn Catli: How can you even ship them when they haven't interacted yet? Don't worry gurl, your not alone. I, too, am an advocate of shipping people that aren't meant to be. Not confirming anything. Romance or even Potential romance is like, super far in the story.

Thanks again for the reviews! And for overall giving this fanfic a chance among the masterpieces in the Naruto Universe. Have a good life! (Me going to try and enter college via exam. Amma try and fix my life for once) and have a great day! :)

(any misspellings and grammar errors, I blame on my eyes and Word)