Zeelee-Vallen: Thank you to my Beta, warriorofsangre. The first version of Chapter four was very OOC. So we are attempting it again.

Do not own Naruto. Sadly. But then again, the characters wouldn't be as good if I did.

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Kuro was not the type to pout. Or brood. Defiantely not brood. Yet here she was, doing both. All because of the Itachi and Nagato.

She sighed. Those two brought out the side of her that she never liked to show. Her human side, you could call it. Emotions she liked to keep in check showed themselves. Simple by unneeded emotions like jealousy, laziness, procrastination.

"Mrow." The church cat rub his face against her thy, attempting to get her attention. She pat him absent-minded, her thoughts not allowing him her full attention. "Meow." He huffed and hopped on her lap and started to knead her thigh. Kuro stared at the churches large, decorative spires lost in thought.

Lately, the feeling of dread had been happening way to often. 'Maybe someone is after me...' She sighted. This reminded her of when she first started on the streets.

~Flash back~

The cold breath of the wind raised goosebumps on her arms. Shivering, the small form of Kuro curled up tighter in the bed of dead leaves she made. It was a typical fall night, cold and windy.

The red, yellow, and orange leaves danced in the wind around her. Even with the bone chilling breeze, she admired the beauty of the warm colours of the fall.

Chills not from the wind tickled her skin, making her sit up quickly. The deep shadows of the new moon sent her nerves on haywire. All around her, each crack of the wind, each squeek of a critter intensified.

Worst of all, there seamed to be a killer intent that seamed to engulf her and try to drown her.

Cold sweat coated her skin,a claw of dread gripping at her throat.

Something was out there, in the dark shadows of the trees. A powerful gust of wind almost nocked her over, sending a large amount of leaves flying at her.

Then. A calloused hand gripped her shoulder hard, making her throat close up in fear. The hand gripped harder as it yanked her to her feet. The person who was holding onto her made her almost feel as a ragdoll as it tossed her into a nearby tree. All the air in her lungs painfully wooshed out if her at the harsh impact. There was a loud thud as her body painfully crumpled to the ground. She gasped in an atemt to get air, but to no anvil. Only small puffs enterd her lungs painfully. Winded. Her body was weak, numb.

She was hopeless.

Numb and disorientated, she watched as two black boots approached her. The world seamed to have stopped. Everything was still, except the persons slow approach. Leaves crumpled under the persons weight, but it made no sound. There was no sound. Slilence.

A scream built in her throat, but she knew it would be hopeless. She made her bedding not far from a hardly used church. All the staff would be gone.

Closer, closer, the boots came. Words reached her ears, most of them mumbled. Only some she could make sense of.

"Pretty, pretty... Blood so fine, blood so rich." The words were spoken clear, but it still had a strange drawl. Perhaps a foreigner. 'Slower...' She willed the person to slow. He did, his shoes coming even slower. A few more moments, then her body would be able to move. Since she was still disorientated it wouldn't be a good idea to fight, but to run. She just hope this guy was no track star.

"But why is your blood so weak?" The persons mumbling made no sense. How could blood be weak? He was obviously ill. Perhaps with skitofrinia. The 'voices' could be whom he was mumbling too.

'Now is not the time too give a diagnosis!' She reminded herself. If she didn't made a good get away, this could be her last night.

"Yet so rich. A delight, indeed. Delicacy even. Served on a gold platter." The mans English was odd, his drawl making it hard to understand.

Her body was finally recoverd, the air filtering into her lungs perfectly.

But the man was to close to run.

She had no choice but to fight. With great skill and great flexibility she rolled onto her feet. It was something even a gymnastics star would envy. Years of training proved to be helpful. It seamed that her parents did do one good feat for her.

A small gasp sounded from the man, making her look up. Two eerie glowing green eyes watched her from under a large brimmed hat. The collar of his trench coat was to high to make out any facial features.

Both of them stilled, staring, waiting for the other to make a move.

A long yowl broke the silence as the church's cat dropped from the tree, landing directly on the mans head. He yelped and attempted to pry the cat off himself, but the cat only dug his claws in deeper .

'Now!' Seeing an opening, she kicked the man directly in the jaw. The loud clinking of his teeth could be heard. With a round-house kick she nailed him in the stomach, sending him flying.

The cat jumped into her arms as the tall man flew. When his body hit the ground, it made no sound. With a snort, the cat looked up at her. His green eyes almost looked satisfied.

With a smile she pat his head. "Thanks for your help.." She whispered. The cat answered her by jumping out of her arms and trotting away.

~end of flashback~

That's how she met the church cat. Since that day, he always popped up when she was in danger. Luckily, it was only once or twice someone tried to attack her after that.

Her training came in use, the hours of physical torment her parents put her through to make sure she was worthy of them. She never did get up to their expectations, but she was still well-trained.

Her phone vibrated on her lap, making her look down.

One new text

Her heart clenched. She held her phone, her face blank. The church cat looked up at her, his tail twitching. His expression practically screamed 'You scared, girl?'

With a glare at the cat, she flipped open the phone. The picture of Itachi, Nagato and her melted her heart in moments. A smile pulled at her lips as she opened the text.

Itachi: We're sorry... We were just upset with the fact you weren't paying attention to us! We wanted some Kuro time! ;)

Kuro face-palmed, a grin planted on her pale lips.

Kuro: You're an idiot.

It took her a long time to type the reply, since she was unfamiliar with the technology. A reply came only moments after she sent it.

Itachi: A big enough of an idiot for you to forgive me? C;

Kuro: No. Also, what's with all the winkey faces?

She waited for a moment, but no reply came from Itachi, instead Nagato's name came onto the screen.

Nagato: Itachi is moping, he doesn't want to annoy you by texting you, or so he says. He also said me not to mention how he dislikes your slow typing.

Kuro giggled. She could easily imagine Itachi sitting with his arms crossed and his cheeks puffed out. But no, he would most likely be more silent instead, and reply half-assed.

Kuro: I think that's the most I've heard you talk.

Nagato: This does not count as talking.

Kuro: I can't say seen you type.

Nagato: ...

Kuro: you mean I can reply with dots too? This will be useful.

Nagato: ...

Kuro: Since you're not going to...speak: Later.

Kuro shut her phone, only for it to vibrate again. She sighed in annoyance and opened it again.

Itachi: Are you okay?

Kuro: Yes.

Itachi: No one botherd you?

Kuro: No.

Itachi: Where are you?

Kuro grumbled. The cats ear flicked, as it sensing her growing annoyance.

Kuro: You're starting to act like a mother hen, Itachi. Enough of the 20 questions.

Itachi: If I'm a mother hen, does that mean your my 'chick?' ;)

Kuro: No.

Itachi: You could at least give full reply. So, where are you?

She shut her phone. She didn't feel like replying to him. Just because she had a cellphone now didn't mean they needed to know everything about her every five minutes. Plus she was starting to get annoyed of him again. His flirting was half-hearted. He never meant it. In her eyes, it was dirty.

Kuro's gaze turned to the trees. "Kitty, are you going to come sleep with me tonight?" The cats ear flicked as he stared up at her. His expression said 'do you really need to ask?'

She smiled and lifted him up, kissing the top of his head. "Let's go find a good place then." She got up and padded over to the dense trees with the church cat in her arms.

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Kuro clutched Nagato's large sweater around her small frame as she slipped though the large crowds of people in the halls. She barely made it to school in time this morning, she didn't even have enough time to do her run to the bakery to buy the bread crusts. So now she was lunch less. It didn't help that she didn't have supper the night before, or have time for breakfast. It seamed she was going to have to spare a couple bucks for a bowl of noodles.

All around her, people stood gathered in groups, gossiping excitedly with each other. She got tidbits as she hurried down the person-infested hall. New students', 'strangely dressed', 'part of akatsuki'.She lost interest when the girls started commenting about how attractive they were.

Sliding around the corner, Kuro stopped dead. On either side of her locker was the two people she didn't want to see today.

Naruto and Kei.

Two sets of similar eyes landed on her at the same time. Kuro froze, not knowing how to react.

Kuro flinched as Kei's perfectly glossed lips pulled into a friendly smile.

Today was not a good day.

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Zeelee-Vallen: Well, at update! My wrist hurts now. I used my iPad to type up this chapter. It was weird. But hey... I got it done. So, review! Tell me all chur thoughts :D good, bad. All the same. If you have any suggestions for my writing, please feel free to share.