Shikamaru opened his apartment door wearing nothing but a scowl and a towel around his waist, his long dark hair clinging to his cheeks, neck and shoulders, a lit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip. "What?" He asked in an impatient voice as he stared at the woman on his door step. The woman blushed and looked him over.

Shikamaru Nara was one of the most handsome men in the village next to some of the other rookies that he had graduated with. He was tall; a whopping six foot four. His body was lean and hard muscled. And he looked like a god when he was naked. Which might be why the lab tech was staring so hard.

She wasn't used to seeing naked men in towels. "W-What?" She asked in shock. The man narrowed his eyes at her and made a frustrated sound. Why was this damn woman staring at him so much? Couldn't she tell that he was wet, and the air was causing him to get cold?

It was damn irritating to have to stand there and wait for her to collect her thoughts. He reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the woman's face, drawing her eyes back to his face. "What do you want?" He growled.

The woman blinked at him and flushed red as she remembered why she had come here and reached into her purse and pulled out the papers with the lab results for the vial of blood that she had ran through the hospital data banks earlier. "Oh right. I-I thought that you might find this interesting..." She said as she handed him the paper. Shika looked at the sheet of paper and frowned. His nice warm shower had been disturbed for this?

Seriously?

"What is it?" He asked curiously. The lab tech smiled a little bit.

"It's lab results matching Uzumaki Naruto."

Shika's irritation vanished in an instant as he looked at the woman in shock, his face draining of color a little bit as his smoke fell from his mouth and he had to step on it to keep it from setting his door mat on fire. Then hastily unfolded the paper and looked it over, blinked, frowned, then looked it over five more times before saying almost absent mindedly as he shooed the woman out of his door way. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll take care of the rest from here."

He managed to push the woman back a good distance then quickly retreated back into his apartment and closed and locked the door, all without taking his eyes off of the paper in his hand. He reached up and ran a shaky hand through his damp hair and shook his head.

Naruto.

His friend, the village hero and god. The man who had been admired and respected by everyone. The man who had died so miserably, writhing in pain... He had a sister? Why? Why was this coming to light now? Naruto would have said something if he had a sister. Wouldn't he?

He walked over to the small table where he kept his liquor and opened up the bottle of brandy that he had bought several weeks ago and took a long, deep drink of the smooth amber liquid before setting it back down and trying to think. He shook his head again.

No.

No, Naruto wouldn't have said anything if he had known. He would have wanted to protect his sister from Madara's mind fucks, and protect her from the villagers who had hated him. He wouldn't have told so much as a soul. Not even when he had been dying.

Goddamn it this was unfair!

Naruto had been an amazing and remarkable person. He had been a good friend, a great shinobi and a wonderful leader. And now he was gone and Shika held evidence that someone of his blood line still lived.

It was as horrible as it was exciting. He picked up the brandy and took another drink and wondered what Naruto would want him to do about this, and for a little while he had no idea what to do. Then some time around five in the morning, after staring at the letter for hours while sitting on his couch, he made a decision and grabbed some paper and a pen and quickly wrote a letter to Gaara to ask him if he could spare some time to come to the village with in the next few weeks to help Shika locate someone important.

He made sure to tell a little bit of what he had learned, without telling everything and dropped the 'N' bomb a few times knowing that Gaara and half of the sand nation's shinobi would be beating down the village gates days after the Kazakage got the letter; demanding to know everything so that they could repay their debt to Naruto through his blood kin.

Once he was done with the letter he tore it out of the note book and got up and went to get dressed. He needed to send this letter out and go see a few people about helping him locate the girl and bring her to the village before something happened to her.

He walked into his bedroom and grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them on then grabbed a dark short sleeved shirt and pulled it over his head then grabbed a rubber band for his hair then dropped it, he could put his hair up later, right now he had more important things to do than mess with his hair. He grabbed a jacket hanging in his closet and shrugged it on and slipped on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and keys and walked out the door.