Unlikely Love

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Warnings: Language, Adult situation, very mild gore

"Speaking Japanese"

Thoughts

"... blah... blah ..." (Missing words are not understood words.)

"Parenthesized (words) are in Japanese but include for readers benefit to understand"


Ch. 2 A Dangerous New World


The guards standing at the secret side entrance into the Village of the Hidden Leaf shifted nervously in their spots. It was almost as if they could feel the new presence that had entered the world and was now fast approaching them. It set their nerves on edge, which heightened when a flash of lightning lighted up the sky followed by the low rumble of thunder. Anyone with a good nose could smell the moisture about to fall down onto the people below, it was only a matter of time.

A couple of miles due south west of the Konoha gates a young woman named Semira, was flinching and squirming in the hold of a large man with scars on his face wearing a black trench coat, the uniform underneath a grey color with a plain black belt at the waist. Open toed black sandals were on his feet, a large black bandanna covered his head, and on the front of that bandanna was a silver metal plate with a weird leaf design etched into it. At the moment he held her bridal style and was jumping from one large tree branch to another at an inhuman speed, her wild brown curls whipping into her face and around her shoulders. She had to squint her chocolate brown eyes against the wind and moisture, which was slowly gathering in the air around them, to even try and make out where they were going.

"Would you stop that?" he snapped. A bolt of lightning briefly lit up the sky followed by the booming sound of thunder, which made her jolt and cling to his already sore neck tighter.

Samira shot him a slight glare before wincing as another lightning bolt flashed. "I don't like thunderstorms, so deal with it," she snapped back irritably.

The scarred man just snorted, his grip on her tightening slightly, and then without any warning to her he left the safety of the branches in a stomach dropping drop, making Samira give a small scream, before safely landing on the ground below. Letting her slide off his back, Samira had to throw out her hand at the nearest tree to steady herself as her legs shook like jelly and felt like they would give out on her at any minute. Standing there trying to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest she began to hear the sound of water hitting leaves and groaned in frustration at their luck. Samira knew it would only be a matter of time before the leaves couldn't hold up against the steady rain and douse them in water. She did not cherish the thought of being wet on top of cold at all.

Lost in her thoughts Samira gave a small jump in surprise when something heavy and warm landed on her shoulders and hug her back. Glancing over her shoulder she saw a large scarred hand moving away from her and followed it up to the scarred man that she had been carried by since the lake. Realizing that he was no longer wearing his black trench coat, she peered down at her shoulder to see that he had draped it over her own shoulders. Giving a small smile she shrugged into the much to long sleeves and muttered a quiet, "Thanks."

Instead of the custom 'you're welcome' he had moved in front of her again and grumbled out as he kneeled down with his back facing her, "Quick, before I get soaked," Samira wasted no time as she quickly climbed back onto his back, before he took off once more through the dark woods.

It was pouring rain by the time she was able to spot some dim lights in the distance. It must have been significant to the scarred man, for he picked up his pace, making her cling tighter to stay on. Her brown eyes widened slowly as they drew closer and suddenly huge gates appeared out of nowhere them, when a bright flash of lightening lit the area. Sucking in a gasp at the impressive structure she heard her neck crack as she tried to crane her neck back enough, so she might be able to get a glimpse of the top of the large shadowy structure drawing closer.

Samira's inspection was short though when the man beneath her growled out, "Cut that out. You're getting me wet," scowling slightly at the back of his bandana covered head, as she grudgingly complied, making sure the hood to his trench coat covered his head as well.

Seeing that he was once again being shielded by the rain, Samira returned her eyes to the now closer to the huge gate. Now that they were almost there she could see they were dimly lit by some type of lighting at the bottom and very top, where she could just barely make out shadow figures moving around. Just when she thought they were about to crash into the huge doors a small side door slide open on the left side. Warm yellow light spilled out of the open door and a figure soon was outlined in the frame of the door, before he stepped out into the rain and headed towards them.

Feeling uncertainty creep into her mind, Samira felt her whole body tense up, but the scarred man beneath her didn't seem bothered at all as he headed for the man, slowing down as he did, until he was at a walk by the time they reached each other. As soon as they were within speaking distance the two men began talking in rapid fire Japanese and Samira felt a big ball of dread form in her stomach as she could only pick out a few words here and there. The thing that made her even more uneasy was that even though she knew Japanese and this seemed to be a different form then what she had learned, driving home the fact that she really was in a different world and she had no clue how similar or different this other 'World' was.

She found herself sighing in mild frustration at not being able to talk for herself anymore, because of the language barrier. Samira hated not being able to talk for herself. That is why she was a firm believer in learning the language of a country you were going to go visit. As she listened more closely to what they were saying, she didn't think it would take her very long to pick up this slightly different version of Japanese, especially since she could pick out some of the words already. Hopefully she would be able to piece it all together if she listened in to their conversation.

"Woman…rain…dark/cloudy…no way…but…bastard…shit…ANBU…I…Fire Shadow…this…good luck." Samira tuned out after that, for there was no way she could even remotely piece that together and get anything she would understand. Sulking she thought, this is going to be harder than I thought.

The two men conversed for a few minutes more, while Samira kept staring at the door the light was streaming though, wondering when they were going to get out of this rain. Finally the man that had greeted them gestured for the scarred man to go through the door and Samira gave a sigh of relief as the passed the frame and entered the warm golden light.

Momentarily blinded after being out in the dark for so long, Samira had to squint her eyes as they tried to adjust to the light. However before they even got close they went through another door and were once again surrounded by darkness, with an occasional light along the road they were traveling on. In fact she felt some nostalgia creep up on her when she recognized the lights to be a type of street light and with the buildings so close together it defiantly felt like the city she came from in her world. If only it had been day and she was able to get a closer look at the buildings they were passing she would not have been having these thoughts, as it was very much different from her world. For now with the darkness hiding the differences and creating the illusion of familiarity it was very disorientating to her to feel so at home with a place she knew to be completely foreign.

Her transportation, I really need to learn his name, she thought as they stopped for a second in the street, before taking a right onto a smaller street, was still running at top speed through what she learned to be a maze. The rain if possible was coming down harder, drenching both of them as he ran. The leather trench coat could not protect the both of them, especially since the wind had decided to pick up as well. A flash of lighting lit up the thick, dark, mountainous clouds over the village and thunder boomed as soon as the light disappeared. If Samira had to hazard a guess the main part of the storm was now over the top of them.

She had tried to keep track of all the twist and turns they were taking through this village, but after about the sixth turn she gave up and laid her head wearily against his back. Samira could feel her body start to shut down from exhaustion. She was trying to stay awake, but after nearly drowning, finding herself surrounded by strange people, being told she is in another world, and then whisked off by a man she didn't know to an unknown location fatigue was defiantly starting to take its toll. It didn't help that he was warm and she found herself hunching into him as the tiredness of her body and warmth from him took away the tension from her muscles.

Slowly her eyes slide shut and for a while her mind sort of floated in that half-asleep half-awake state. Her mind in this state came up with many interesting questions, such as, why would I need to remember where I am? Where is it I am going to go? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew the answers, but she was just too tired to care anymore. In fact the more she contemplated these questions the more ridiculous it seemed to her. There was no way she would be able to recognize anything after traveling in the dead of night and at the speed they were going. Besides these people had been nice to her so far… well, alright perhaps not nice per say, but at least not hostile. Without realizing it, Samira began to listen to the man's breathing and let her body sway easily with his in the steady soothing lope. She frowned slightly as her eyes began to drift shut; hazily remembering she really didn't like the man carrying her, but sleep was beckoning and the fog that was sliding over her shut it out of her mind as she finally answered its alluring call.

Samira jolted awake when the hood was suddenly pulled roughly from her head, her first reaction to squint slightly as her bleary eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light of the room she was now in. Blinking in confusion and fatigue, it took her a moment for the sight of a plain room to come into focus, cabinets and a sterile sink meeting her sights before she was roughly set down on a plain standard mattress. The equipment in the room distinctly reminding her of that of a hospital's despite the difference of the instruments that lay carefully off to the side. She squinted up at the scarred man, trying to shot him a question glance with her eyes still squinted. He must have not got it for he completely ignored her. She frowned instead, returning her attention back to the room she was in, hoping to discover where they where and why they were here.

As her eyes scanned the room, the came to rest on the many assortment of silver instruments on a small tray to the side of the bed she was sat on. Her eyes widened as they took in an object she was very familiar with and there was no mistaking what its purpose was for. Said instrument was a long, thin metal needle, exactly like the ones used in her world. It was attached to a syringe that appeared to be made out of glass not plastic. This caused her some concern as she wondered if they reused their syringes instead of destroying them.

The sound of footsteps coming towards the closed door pulled her attention away from the instrument table and to the door. As they came closer her stomach started to tie itself in anxious knots and she began to wonder what was going to happen to her.

Finally the footsteps stopped right outside her door and she watched in dread as the door knob turned and the door opened revealing an older looking man about her height, which was five feet six inches. His hair was thick, but had that salt and pepper thing going on with it. His face though was young which really made him look younger than his hair let on. If she had to hazard a guess she would say his age was around forty or so. He first greeted the scarred man that had brought her here with an easy smile and small nod of his head, which the other man returned. It was when his brown eyes landed on her that she grew extremely tense and uneasy. His smile had widened into an almost manic grin and delighted fascination danced in his eyes.

The man, a doctor, she presumed from the white lab coat he wore spoke quietly to her scarred companion, his gaze eager as he began to ready some of his equipment, her dread and tension rising exponentially at the lack of communication towards her, and how the two men seemed to have no intention of filling her in on what was going on. This doctor wasn't asking for permission, her was getting ready to do whatever he wanted with an amount of gusto and lack of concern regarding her that had her nauseous. She swallowed tightly, mind racing, adrenaline making her heart race and her hands shake. What where they planning on doing to me? All sorts of dreadful things came to mind, considering the fact that she shouldn't even exist in this world.

This lead down to another dangerous thought, was she even protected under any of their laws? Was she even considered… human? It's not like anyone would kick up a fuss if she was killed. It's not like she had family here, or a job or coworkers or a lover or even a legal identification, if they even had those in this world. She was a ghost, and just as easily unseen should anything happen to 'remove' her. Her earlier urge to flee was coming back, just as it had when that young medic from earlier had approached. She had never had a fear of medics before, and yet the instinct to flee was getting stronger the closer the man got to her with that needle, her instincts screaming.

"Stop," she commanded forcefully, finally no longer able to stand the closing distance between her and the medic.

The graying man blinked in surprise at her words before blinking a couple more times as his eyes began to regard her as if seeing her for the first time, the loss of excitement revealing intelligence and experience under the zeal. It was not a comforting notion. Slowly dawning comprehension and shame crossed the man's features before he smiled at her ruefully, quickly taking a seat by the instruments as he put the syringe down with the other instruments.

"I'm very sorry Miss. It looks like I've gotten far ahead of myself. My greatest apologies. My name is Doctor Ryunosuke Okawa. I work here in the Konoha Hospital, or as your people may say, the village hidden in the leaves hospital. I am one of the lead researchers that looks after the research done on the people from your world," he said with a warm smile.

Semira's blood however seemed to freeze in her veins at the doctors words, her eyes going wide as she stopped breathing. It was like her growing dread had just been confirmed, spat out from the doctor's mouth without a thought. Was she that powerless in their eyes? That she wouldn't be able to do anything even if they told her. It was a nauseating though. Research meant that they were experimenting. And experiments didn't always happen with willing subjects.

But I can trick them. I can get away before they get me, she thought to herself as she forced herself to think, struggling to keep her frozen face just that; frozen and unreadable. She forced herself to breathe once more, mind going into overdrive as she struggled to come up with a way to escape. She could see her scarred guard eying her from the corner of her eye as she forced herself to continue to breathe calmly. Think, think, she commanded herself as she struggled to slow her chaotic rapid thoughts as she tried to think of an escape route, thoughts jumping from escaping out the window to down the hall. To her frustration however, she knew that they weren't going to work, that her guard would probably get to her before she could get away.

There's no way I can escape right now, under their noses. I have to play along, appear weak, get them to lower their guard, and then I need to make a break for it. Right now there is no prison or holding cells, nothing so secure that I cannot escape from, meaning my time to get away is the moment their guard drops. I can't wait to act until I'm in a holding cell though, which means that I need to watch all of them closely for the moment when they are about to transfer me, for that will be when they begin actively start to watch my movements… Shit. Ok, keep calm. Look tired, she thought to herself her face crumpling with fatigue as she shot the doctor a weary smile.

"Nice to meet you doctor. Sorry about that but as you can understand, this is a bit of a trying situation I'm in. Not that I'm the first to have gone through this, but still…" she said before she sighing and rubbing her hands over her face, shoulders slumping, trying her best to make her exhaustion and emotional strain apparent to the men in the room.

It wasn't that the she had to act, after all she was just allowing them to see how tired she was with all that had occurred, hiding her fears and thoughts behind her weariness. The doctor's gaze turned sympathetic and he comfortingly pat her knee. Samira had to keep herself from showing her fear and tension at the simple gesture.

"Well, don't worry. This won't take a minute. I just need to draw some blood and then you can get some rest. A nurse will be coming in to show you to your room and to bring you some food." He said with a kind smile that she returned, hoping it made her seem genuine to the doctor and the head of the T and I.

"Alright Doctor." And with that she offered her arm.

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It was quiet in the dark hospital room that she was in as she pretended to sleep. Using this time to try and formulate a plan and listen for intruders. She had just eaten dinner and the rich food had been good but still odd tasting considering it was a completely different pallet compared to what she was used to. It had been an hour since then and the sounds in the hospital had completely stilled. Samira figured most of its occupants were asleep, especially since it was in the dead of the night. They had arrived pretty late as it was. She could still hear the sound of the rain gently pattering against the window of her room, which elicited a frustrated sigh from her. She was so tired, her body crying out, screaming for her to get rest. But she knew that she had to leave before it was too late.

Samira jolted awake at the sound of curtains being pulled back, eyes blinking and squinting at the sudden light, feeling confused. A nurse gave her a smile and said something she couldn't understand before leaving the room, shutting the door after her. Her eyes widened as gradual understanding hit her and she groaned in frustration as she sat up.

She had actually fallen asleep last night! Idiot, she cursed herself angrily in her head, upset that she hadn't taken the opportunity to run. Still fuming she flopped back on her bed, glaring angrily at the ceiling. How could I? Ugh, damn it. But, you need to regain your strength, maybe even gather a couple of supplies before you leave, she pepped talked to herself. Grudgingly she began to rub the sleep from her eyes, thinking of what she needed to get. Unknown to her she wasn't the only one starting out with a frustrating day.

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The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was having the same thoughts as Samira as he stared down his former teammate and friend, Danzo, who he had made into elders after being named Hokage. The discussion they were having was an old one and dealt with the Forbidden Lake and the people that came from it. In fact this particular discussion was on the young lady that they had retrieved last night and was now in the hospital getting treatment.

It always comes down to this, he thought with bitter resentment towards his former teammates and friend. They always tried to push him into a corner on this subject and he always had to put his foot down and forbid them from taking any action. He had made a promise his predecessor, the second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, that things would stay as they were. However, today appeared to be different as they seemed to argue more against him, making his already thin patience strain to the breaking point.

"For the future of Konoha, we need more powerful Shinobi, Hiruzen. You know this. I don't see why you are so against this," complained Homura.

Hiruzen sighed tiredly, not liking where the conversation had been going. "That is true, but ordering a shinobi to seduce and impregnate the young woman is going too far, Homura. Besides, after she dies, the father will be left with a child on his hands that he has no love for. There's no telling what the final product would yield."

"Then put the child in my care. I'm positive that I could craft it into a powerful weapon for Konoh-" Sarutobi's fist struck the table before him making silence descend upon the room, its occupants wisely choosing to stay quiet in the face of the older man's anger.

Danzo's words had been the last straw. It was not often that Hiruzen took such a steely and cold stance on something, but this was a subject that he wasn't going to argue about any longer. His decision was already made, and he wasn't going to waste any more time on his counsel trying to talk him into something that he would never allow… ever again.

"There is no room for argument. As your Hokage, I order you to drop this subject, and if I catch any of you going behind my back on this matter…" he let the threat hang in the air before getting up with firm finality.

Nobody spoke in protest as he left the room. Rubbing his forehead, Hiruzen let out a sigh of frustration. He knew this would not be the end of it and he would have to keep a close eye on those three and this particular situation for a while, despite his decree and threat. Yes, a long day indeed, he thought finally making it down the tower and onto the busy streets of Konoha.

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Two days had passed for Samira without too much excitement.

Her first day in the hospital had the doctor coming to see her for most of the day. He had done some tests on her and taken a blood and urine sample before he left. She did everything he asked of her with no arguing. She didn't want them to suspect her plans to make a break for it. That night after she was sure nobody was up and moving around she snuck around finding clothes and even managed to locate the kitchen getting a hold of a knife for protection. She noticed the scarred man had also left his black trench coat so after returning to her room, she had taken it along with her new shirt, pants, and knife, wrapped everything up into a nice roll, before putting it into a large clear plastic bag she had also procured from the kitchen, and hid it in her personal bathroom's toilet tank. Samira hoped nobody would think to look in there and find them, she then slipped back into bed to get a few hours of sleep.

The second day she found out that she really didn't need to smuggle a knife from the kitchen. In fact it was so easy she was still in shock about it all. Mid-afternoon Samira heard the agonized moans of a man echo down her hallway along with a lot of footsteps and shouting from medics and nurses. Wondering what all the commotion was she stuck her head out the door to be met with a grizzly sight. A gurney was passing her room with several medics milling around it trying to staunch the bleeding from several lacerations that covered his body. In fact there were still a few short daggers, throwing stars, and some type of long thin metal needles sticking out of his arms and legs.

Samira just stood there with her mouth opened in shock as they continued by her room, the man withering and moaning the whole way. The nurses and medics were speaking urgently to one another, while some struggled to hold the squirming man down. They were only a few steps past her door when the man successfully got one arm free and as he thrashed it around two throwing stars that were in that shoulder and hadn't found good enough purchase in his skin and muscle fell down to the ground with a clang. A nurse tried to grab his arm and in the process hit one of the short daggers that was lodged in his upper thigh. He gave a howl of pain and before anybody could stop him, he reached down and yanked it out of his skin. Before he could throw it the same nurse finally got a hold of his wrist, applying enough pressure for his fingers to go limp and drop the weapon with a clatter. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the lost weapons as they finally got his arm pinned down again and resumed their mad dash for what Samira could only assume was a surgery room.

Cautiously she scanned her surroundings to make sure nobody was coming and bent down to pick up the three bloody weapons off the floor. Carefully slipping back into her room she closing the door and made a beeline for the toilet. Stashing them away with her clothes and knife before replacing the lid quickly and getting into her bed as if she hadn't moved. She made it just in time too for the doctor was in her room five minutes later wanting to do some more tests.

It was that night she decided to make her escape.

She hadn't touched her dinner that night, fearing that there was sleeping power or drugs in the food or drink. She had noticed how drowsy she got after she ate at night, something that wasn't considered normal for her since at best she was mildly an insomniac. She flushed most of it down the toilet, only leaving a few grains of rice, and a couple of fried onions on her plate to make it more realistic that she had eaten. The juice she had done the same thing with. Pretending to fall asleep when she heard footsteps coming toward her door, she listened closely as her door was opened and the sound of silverware clinking against the plate as the person picked it up, soon the sound of the door closing and the footsteps fading away told her the person had left and wasn't planning on coming back soon.

She immediately got up and went to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. Taking out her stash, Samira started to clean the blood off the stars and dagger, only the more she looked at the small dagger she began to realize it was actually called a Kunai and the other two were throwing stars or Shuriken, something her lost friend, had told her about. Antonia, who had been obsessed with some ninja anime show had explained what they looked like to her enough times for her to recognize them. Ninja tools, she thought with a slight frown. Seeing they were cleaned she slid a finger across the edge of one of the throwing stars only to hiss and bring her finger back. A nice clean line of blood began to weep from the cut on her finger, definitely sharp. I will have to be careful if I have to use them, Samira thought.

She continued to frown down at the tools as her thoughts churned slowly. Ninja weapons. It had given her pause to see them, making her think hard over what she knew of the illusive Japanese warriors of old. They had been rumored to use magic, to know the future, to be able to take on ten men and win, to use kunai and throwing stars, to be able to walk on water, to become invisible or vanish from thin air, the list just went on and on regarding rumors of their powers. Samira frowned down at the weapon as she quickly stashed them back away in one of the trench coat's many pockets.

Did this mean that perhaps, the scarred man was a ninja? It might explain his ability to travel so fast, and that those other people in masks could walk on water. Then there were the elemental abilities the man had displayed. Could anyone here do that? Those other people hadn't even reacted to his sudden display with the water, meaning that it probably was normal here. All the more reason to be cautious then. Samira thought for she also knew that ninja were known for their lack of honor and their treachery. All the more reason not to trust these people, she figured. She sighed, her resolve hardening. It looked like she really had no choice now but to leave.

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It was midnight when Samira stuck her curly brunet head out of her room to check if the coast was clear. Not seeing any movement in the hallway and not hearing anybody or thing coming her way she slipped silently out of her room. She had changed into her new shirt and pants, but the trench coat she still had bundled up and tucked under her arm as she had decided to put it on once out into the night. Samira spotted the stairs and headed straight for them, all the while staying alert for anything out of place. She had almost made it to the stairs when she heard a sound to her left.

Freezing against the wall, right next to the opening to the stairs, she turned her head toward the area. A closed door met her brown eyes and she gave a silent sigh of relief as it was only a patient groaning in their sleep. Turning back to the stairs and taking a step toward them she heard a groan again, but this time it sounded like they were in pain. Halting mid-step Samira began to worry that if this patient became any louder it might alert the small amount of staff that was around and they would discover her missing sooner, taking away her time advantage. In the long run she would be caught and take her chances away of ever being able to escape again.

With this thought running through her mind she made a split second decision, silently entering the patient's room, she made sure to shut the door softly behind her before going over to the bed. If it was a simple case of nightmares Samira could get them to quiet down, but if it turned out that they needed more pain killers she would have to abort her escape plan and try another night.

Thankfully somebody had left the blinds open letting the light from the full moon shine directly into the room, giving her enough light to see by. The patient on the bed was outlined clearly and she was struck by his odd silver hair. It was wild, with disorderly spikes going in all different directions. After seeing the hair she thought she was dealing with an older person, but as her eyes shifted to his face she was greeted with a mid-twenties face, despite the jagged horizontal scar crossing over his left eye and his white bed sheet covering the bottom half of his face.

The man kept fidgeting, letting out moans every couple of seconds. I'm not in the ICU unit am I, she thought scanning the room for anything that would let her know where she was? Frowning at not seeing any of the machines you would usually see in an ICU unit, it left her still floundering on what area of the hospital she was in. While she was still examining the room she spotted what looked like a green flak jacket, metal plated navy blue gloves, blue thick soled sandals, navy blue long-sleeved shirt, navy blue pants, and a navy blue weapons pouch all folded and put on a couple of chairs, that was it.

Samira's inspection was cut off as the man rolled over onto his side, facing her. She felt her jaw drop and eyes widened, as the sheet was pulled away to reveal the most handsome face she had ever seen. The skin underneath was a pale with the beginnings of silver stubble on angular jaw and pointed chin. Samira felt like a deer caught in headlights as she continued to drink in the scene before her. It wasn't until he called out in a rough voice that she stopped her staring.

"R-Rin," he started to toss and turn reaching out a hand in front of him as if he was trying to grab onto somebody or telling them not to leave.

Before she knew what she was doing, Samira had reached out and took hold of his hand and sitting on the edge of his bed. He seemed to calm down some, but he was still restlessly moving back and forth and she could see his eyes roving beneath closed eyelids. She also noticed there was sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Wanting him to calm down more she started to smooth down his hair with her free hand and she watched in fascination as he stilled and slowly relaxed.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently calmed, she stopped touching his hair and stood up, her hand sliding from his. It was almost out when his grip suddenly tightened and his eyes snapped open. Samira froze when she found herself staring into mismatched eyes. One was a steel gray, while the other was a blood red with strange black markings in it. The one eye was very unnerving, but she noticed both were bleary and unfocused probably from medication and pain. Not a minute later they fluttered shut once more and a small groan of pain passed his lips. Samira stayed still trying to figure out what to do when his eyes flickered open for a few seconds and then closing again, his grip tightening to the point of pain.

Not wanting him to wake up fully she carefully sat herself back down on the bed and began to run her fingers through his hair like she had been doing. Once again his grip on her relaxed and he seemed to fall back asleep. Samira was completely at a loss of what to do as she studied him. He was still restless and his breathing was ragged, which showed he hadn't let sleep take him completely. It appeared that she couldn't just up and leave, as it proved he would raise a ruckus and more than likely she would be caught, but there was no way she could stay here. She was already losing precious time in her escape by being here in the first place.

She sighed softly, understanding that she would probably have to compromise. Leaning towards his ear gradually, so as not to wake him more, she began to whisper to the man, her voice soft and calming, knowing that it would comfort him with the way she spoke now, even if he didn't understand what she was saying. Her voice had always been able to do that before, and just as she suspected, his restless shifts between aware and unconscious began to slow, his body relaxing as she carefully, extracted her hand from his so that she could stroke his face gently as her other hand continued to gently comb through his hair soothingly. Finally, only the sound of his steady deep even breathing filled the still room and she unhurriedly shifted her weight off the mattress, continuing to gently pet his hair though she was deliberately easing away from him, her strokes becoming less frequent, before she had completely removed herself from the bed, breath held in anticipation to see if he would rouse. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he continued to breathe deeply, before turning and tiptoeing out of the room . She needed to move swiftly if she didn't want to be discovered so soon.

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It was humid and crisp outside, the moisture hitting Samira as she exited the side hospital doors with a slight shiver, glad that she had 'borrowed' some real clothing from the hospital before leaving. She quickly darted to a fringe of trees before pausing to let her eyes adjust, trying to spot anything in the distance since she wasn't completely certain where the exit to the village was. Taking this time to unroll the trench coat and slip it over her arms and shoulders she kept her eyes trained on her surroundings. She adjusted it to make sure her hands were free and that the length was right after having used the Kunai to cut off the excess in the bathroom.

After a moment she sighed and continued along the tree line, thankful for the natural cover before she found herself on a wide dirt street lined with dark shops and houses, the only lights were those of the light poles, painting the quiet street in a dull orange-yellow glow. Glancing around and seeing nobody she moved quickly but steadily, her breath coming out in little puffs as she speed walked, eyes searching for any hint as to where she should go next.

Coming to a street junction, she paused looking around trying to figure out what to do. She finally chose the most lit out of the two streets, not wanting to find out what was on the other darker side of the village at this hour. Soon a few open establishments came into view, the sound of people talking and laughing meeting her ears as she drew closer to what appeared to be a bar of some kind. She began to speed up a little in her walk, not wanting to attract attention.

There were several bars on this street, each place open and serving on the crisp chilly night. Samira cursed quietly when a light drizzle started up, forcing her to take shelter under the awning of what looked to be an empty vending stand. Scowling slightly, as she warily watched a few drunks wander past. Thankfully, she was left alone. When the drizzle had stopped she continued on her way, keeping an eye out for puddles as she went, her shoes already slightly damp and covered in gritty soil on the soles and sides. She walked around a corner and nearly fell when she walked into someone, who wasn't as lucky and fell onto the damp ground with a yelp of surprise.

"S-sorry," Samira quickly apologized in Japanese as she tried to help the person to their feet.

The moment the man was on his feet, he seized her arm tightly, the smell of alcohol hitting Samira's nose as his teeth pulled back in anger, a yell leaving his throat, some of the words familiar, but most of them not, granted either way their meaning was crystal clear.

"Bitch! …Dumbass… Idiot…!" She shrank in his hold, fear making her eyes widen and adrenaline to shoot through her veins, hands shaking as she stuttered out another apology, trying to pull out of his grip.

This did little to make him loosen it, in fact his hold tightened to the point of pain and he began to shake it hard, making her panic begin to rise as she began to struggle wildly to get away all the while telling him to stop and let her go in Japanese.

"Oih! Let her go!" yelled a young voice to Samira's left side.

Whipping her head in the direction of the voice her vision landed on a dark clad kid rushing out of the shadows to kick her attacker in the shin, all the while yelling at the man. The man snarled, drunken eyes now focused on the kid.

"Akuma," the man hissed as he took a threatening step toward the kid who stiffened in fear but held his ground.

Demon, Samira translated in her head breathlessly, noticing as his grip on her had loosened slightly. The man began to yell at the boy, as he took another threatening step towards the kid who stiffened but took up a fighting stance. He's going to hurt that kid, just because he's trying to defend me, she thought with horror, her fear quickly being replaced with anger and protectiveness. No one messed with kids on her watch, much less over her.

Feeling braver and too mad to really care, she kicked the man in the shin, waiting until he cried out in pain and his grip loosened more before yanking. As soon as she was free she took a step back and raised her other foot kicking him in the balls. Not waiting to see if he had doubled over in pain, she spun around in a wild dash, only stopping long enough to seize the kid by the hand before tearing off into the night. They only made it to the end of the alleyway before she heard the drunk hurling curses at them, but by the way his voice kept fading he still hadn't moved from where they had left him.

"Hurry," Samira said breathlessly, as she pulled the kid along behind her, hearing him huff and puff as much as she was.

The kid suddenly took the lead and Samira found herself winding flawlessly through the dark alleys and shortcuts of the village as they made their way across it, coming out behind a rundown apartment complex. They stayed there in the dim for a moment as they struggled to catch their breath, little cloud forming from their breath in the cold.

"Thanks Lady," said the kid with a grin that she could still see in the dim lights.

She grinned back still breathing hard. "No, thank you very much. Thank you," she said between pants before touching her arm and cringing. The man had definitely left a large bruise.

The boy frowned in concern, "Are you alright?"

Shrugging as she struggled to think of something to say with her limited Japanese. Hopefully so, she could adjust to the difference of this new Japanese. "Yes. Are you alright?"

The kid grinned widely puffing up in pride, "Yes! …not… Uzumaki Naruto, 'ttebayo!" the kid shouted excitedly, leaving the young woman to blink in confusion as she tried to figure out what he had said.

That had sounded like a name, but she wasn't sure. "Uzumaki Naruto?" she said slowly, still a bit confused.

The kid suddenly stilled, looking at her with uncertain eyes, his whole demeanor changing with what she believed to be his name, as if he was watching for her reaction. She tilted her head in confusion not understanding why he suddenly looked so guarded, but wanting to put him at ease.

"Thank you Naruto-kun," she said with a warm smile.

The boy blinked in surprise before his cheeks darkened slightly with a blush as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "No, it was nothing," making the young woman grin at his sudden shyness.

After a moment she began to frown as she regarded the boy standing before her, her mind no longer clouded with fear and the urge to run away. He immediately began to fidget under her gaze. "Why you out late? Dangerous," chiding him gently, her face concerned.

He blinked in surprise before starting to stutter out a reply. She frowned in confusion before stopping him. "I don't understand, sorry."

"You… not understand language?" Clearly confused on how somebody didn't know the language in his village.

She nodded sheepishly, "Small understand. Sorry."

The boy began to frown deeper, looking deep in thought as he raised his head and asked in a soft voice, "Home?"

Samira struggled to keep her pain from showing in her eyes without much success, a pained grin breaking across her lip, as she shook her head and spoke in a saddened whisper, "No home. Far, Far."

The kid regarded her for a moment, eyes grave, "You … home here?"

Struggling to understand what he asked, but believing he had asked her if she had a home here, Samira shook her head in the negative while also verbally clarifying, "No home."

The boy nodded resolutely before taking her hand, "I have … home. You stay … me," as he began to pull her behind him as they weaved through the streets again.

Samira let him as a frown took over her features, trying to puzzle out what the kid had just said. Did he say stay with him? Stopping cold at that thought, the boy had no choice but to stop as well, since she did weight quite a bit more than him. Meeting his questioning glance at her, Samira asked a very important question, "But, your Mother and Father?"

He grinned wider, but it didn't reach his bright blue eyes, which she could see clearly underneath the street lights, for they were covered in pain and sorrow as he answered her, "No Mother or Father." He then turned around and began to lead them once more through the twisting streets.

Her shock at the revelation kept her silent and numb, allowing him to lead her to wherever. They soon came out behind an even more dilapidated apartment building, the boy having her follow him up the steps to the top where he opened the last door at the end to reveal a little apartment.

Samira looked around in curiosity as she slipped her soggy shoes off at the entrance along with the boy who had shouted a boisterous greeting to the empty apartment before going inside. Leaving her to shut and lock the door behind them the boy continued to rummage around in the apartment as the young woman stayed by her place beside the door, uncertain how to proceed. The place was pitch black until the boy finally flipped on some lights, showing her the messy interior and the ramen cups lying around everywhere.

Naruto quickly came back into the room to take her hand, leading her though the apartment as he explained what things or rooms where in his language. She would then repeat them back to him carefully as he grinned and nodded or corrected her words.

When they got to his room, he began to speak in rapid Japanese and all she could do was shoot him confused looks as he pulled out a futon from the small closet. Laying it on the floor in front of the closet he disappeared for a few moments, only to reappear with his arms full of blankets and an extra pillow.

Understanding what he was doing now she began to look around for a place to put her futon, cringing as she took in the filth and trash covered floor. Seeing her plight, the boy dumped the blankets and pillow on top of the rolled up futon and ran out of the room. He came back a few seconds later with a broom and dustpan, quickly clearing a spot on the floor for her to put it.

Trying not to cringe at the garbage and dust the boy was just moving around, her resolve flew out the window when she saw a bug scuttle across the floor and out the room. This prompted her into action as she found a small garbage can in the corner and started to pick up the empty Ramen cups and other larger pieces.

"You don't have to … miss," the boy protested when he saw her helping him.

Grinning at him she waved him off, "It's alright," putting the last of the garbage in the bag trying not to cringe when she saw some of the food residue on the floor.

It wasn't long until the can was filled between the both of them dumping the unwanted dust and trash. Once that was all cleaned up she shot him a questioning look, miming mopping. After a minute of miming and giving as much hints as she could with her limited vocabulary, the boy finally realized what she was asking for and quickly floundered to get her what she wanted. Soon the floor was sparkling clean, the two of them sitting on the bed as the floor around them dried.

"Ah, sorry," said the boy, looking sheepish.

The young woman shot him a grin as she winked at him, the boy quickly responding with a grin of his own, drawing the young woman's attention to his cheeks, her expression becoming curious. She stroked one of the whisker marks going across the boy's face making him blush sheepishly at her, looking a bit uncertain.

After a moment she shot him a grin before pinching both his cheeks gently, "Cute," she said with a grin, making the boy blush deeply scoffing at the idea of being called cute.

After a moment though, he grinned back, making her chuckle, letting her eyes slide shut sleepily as she rested against the wall behind her. They sat there in companionable silence for a while, the gently patter of drizzle on the apartment roof all that filled the quiet space.

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It was early morning, the sun already climbing into the sky. The village was quiet, the market bustling as vendors shook water from the night's storm off their tarps and began to get ready for the new day. On the other side of town, in the more run down section there was a man making his way swiftly towards one of the top apartments. Soon there was a loud knock on the front of a rundown apartment door, followed by the sound of the man yelling.

In the apartment a moment later, Samira sat up ramrod straight in the small bed that was pushed into the corner of the room, a blonde boy with whisker marks still sound asleep beside her. She blinked blearily in the early morning light as she took in the unfamiliar room around her, her eyes finally landing on the sleeping boy beside her. She blinked in surprise as she began to remember yesterday's events, before realizing that they had both fallen asleep listening to the rain as they had waited for the floor to dry. The knock came again, this time louder, the voice on the other side making her look up in fear. Had the people from the hospital found her so soon?!

"Naruto," a man yelled!

Samira froze when she heard a key entering the lock on the door and without another thought she dove into the closet, taking the futon that was still on the boy's mattress with her, effectively covering herself with it messily, leaving the slightest crack in the doors that she could see out without being seen. Soon the sound of footsteps where heard in the hallway and she watched with bated breath, torn as to what she should do. What if this person was here to hurt the Naruto? Should I reveal my presence?

A moment later a man walked into the room and Samira's jaw dropped before she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. The man looked like he had been rolled through a craft store while covered in glue. Feathers of every shape, size, and color covered him and what wasn't covered by feathers had multiple colors of paint and glitter. His hair stuck up every which way and also hadn't escaped the barrage, his face had a thunderous expression on it, but when he saw the deeply asleep boy on the futon he froze and his expression turned to one of affection and concern.

"Naruto?" the man called again, this time more softly, reaching out to shake the boys shoulder.

Samira could feel herself relaxing, knowing that despite the man's giggle inducing appearance and initial anger, he wouldn't harm the boy.

"Teacher?" asked the boy sleepily before looking around the room to find no other presence before his gaze fell upon the man before him.

The boy began to chuckle and the man's scowl returned though it was tempered by concern. "Naruto, ?" asked the man as Samira frowned, unable to understand what he was asking.

The boy blinked before refusing to meet the man's eyes. " Sore wa dō iu kotodesu ka? Sensei?" the man's lips tightened but he only sighed tiredly, not pushing the matter as the boy pursed his lips and refused to look at his teacher.

Finally the teacher relented and stood at his full height. "Well, come on. You've … school and you're … clean up what you … classroom before class starts." Samira struggled to understand the full meaning of what he was saying by adding the broken bits and pieces together.

Naruto sighed dramatically as he shrugged out of the bed. "Yeah yeah, … me … dressed. I'll see you in a bit."

The teacher's eye twitched before starting to leave with a sigh, shooting the boy a warning glance over his shoulder as he went. "You … that classroom … six am … Naruto," said the man before taking his leave.

When Naruto had locked the door behind the man, he went back to his room with a frown, wondering where the woman from the day before had gone. As he reached his room the closet slid open as a head of messy brown curls appeared along with a big pair of brown eyes.

"Hey, you stayed!" cheered the blonde boy happily making Samira shoot him a grin.

"Yes. Your sensei? Why here?" she asked as she extracted herself from her camouflage.

If he had opened the closet door all he would had seen was a messily tossed in futon and not the person hiding under it. The blonde haired boy had the good graces to chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"I … prank on him," said the boy with another nervous chuckle as her eyes widened.

"That why you out late? Last night?" she asked curiously.

The boy nodded with a slight grin, still looking sheepish. Chuckling she sent him a wink and ruffled his hair. "Nice prank. Now go clean. Sensei want you clean up prank?"

The boy nodded before sending her a hopeful look, "You'll stay, right?"

She blinked in surprise, not really sure what to say, but decided to tell him she wasn't sure. Mumbling while examining the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes, "Ah, I not know."

The boy immediately looked upset, "What?! Why? Come on, stay! Please!"

"Well, I run away bad ninja. Scary. Not want you hurt," she said her tone uncertain as she pat his hair down worriedly.

The boys eyes widened in surprise, "Bad ninja?"

She nodded gravely her brown eyes holding his own blue ones with their truth. "Me now secret. Got to get away before catch me," she murmured softly, her eyes sad as she watched his eyes lose hope. Not wanting to see him anymore sad she straightened up and in a louder voice filled with longing, "Wish could stay."

"Wait! … Old man … help," cried the boy vehemently!

Samira's eyes widened in shock and her face paled, "No! No tell! Dangerous for you and old man! Not want hurt. Not know! Secret. Promise," she said quickly as she knelt to his level, eyes pleading.

The boy looked torn as he thought it over, before burning resolve lit his eyes. "Promise you'll stay, I promise not to tell," making the woman blink in surprise.

"Why?" she asked not understanding what was going through the boy's head or why he looked so determined all of a sudden.

"I'm training … ninja. I'll protect you." He firmly proclaimed before motioning around his apartment. "You'll … safe here." He said firmly.

She blinked in shock, completely taken aback by this turn of events. She had never expected to find anyone so genuinely kind, much less the boy standing in front of her, face shining in his determination to protect her. She had always wanted someone to do that for her, to care for and protect her though she never thought it would happen. Here she was in the most vulnerable time of her life being offered safety from a stranger in a foreign world. Considering the delicate state of her emotions at the moment it was no surprise that her eyes would start to swim with tears.

"Ack! You don't … stay if you don't want …! Uh, I'm sorry, I … you … want … place … stay! Don't cry, I-" she cut of his nervous ramblings by pulling him into a deep hug, the boy freezing in her arms.

She knew that one day she would have to leave anyways, but for now that day wasn't today. "Thank you very much Naruto-kun. I very happy. You very kind." She murmured quietly.

After a moment the boy hesitantly returned her hug and the young woman couldn't help but smile at the way his cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she pulled back to look at him. "Cute," with a giggle as she gently poked his cheek.

He huffed and looked away thought she could tell he was struggling not to grin at her. It looked like she wasn't going to be as alone as she had thought, stuck in a world full of strangers. Not anymore.


AN: Dun Dun DUUUUUUUN! ... Why thank you Belt. Kudos for those that get the reference. Anyways, another chapter done!

Samira has met a hospitalized unmasked, gorgeous, half asleep Kakashi and is now hiding out with Naruto! Little brat, always pranking and getting into trouble! You know him, always wanting to help out those that need it and save the damsel in distress. He's such a cute little trouble magnet. Anyways, there is a method to my madness people. This especially goes out to the people who where with me for the last story. I'll give you a clue.

Its a big part of the plot that she bump into the little Uzumaki.

Hehe, can't give you any more of a hint or else it would just be too easy to figure out. For those of you that get it, please PM me. ;)

Anyways, please tell me what you like and dislike, thought of, or perhaps are wondering.

... Like why she dislikes medics so much. Hehe, that's another plot twist too. As she said, she didn't normally dislike them, but now, all of a sudden, she starts freaking out around them? Hmmm, I wonder why? Kukukuuu.

Well, thanks everyone!

REVIEW! I NEED MOTIVATION FOR WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER! :-D

Ja Ne!

Edited By: DragonSlayer2187

UPDATED: 10/21/14

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