Waking up the next morning had been difficult for Jessica, her eyes swollen and red from crying herself to sleep, and a mouthful and blonde baby hair. The whimpers from the child as he became hungry was what made her spring into action, create another mush of rice, milk, and vegetables Jessica fed little Leo as she planned how to get him dressed. After breakfast Jessica pulled out a diaper and put the toddler in it. Letting him run around the room, she began to piece together an outfit for him, trimming up one of her grey Yukatas to roughly fit the boy and hemming up the edges was easy, getting said boy into the altered clothing was the challenge.

After a half-hour struggle the boy was bundled up in the grey clothing and wrapped up in scarves to keep the chill off him. His blonde hair was quite noticeable now that it was clean, and Jessica didn't want those who abounded him to find her little Leo. Wrapping up his head in a scarf like she had seen her Muslim friend do for her sibling was also a struggle, the little boy wanting his head free.

Combing out her tangled hair with her fingers as she walked down to get breakfast with the little boy toddling next to her, Jessica began to talk to the child by her side.

"Now remember Leo keep your scarf on, can you do that for me?"

"Yes big sister." Was the mumbled reply from the boy.

Grabbing the offered breakfast and paying for a week's rent of her room, Jessica made sure to ask about places to get children supplies at the front desk. She was really glad she had focused on studying the basics of the language after landing in the foreign land.

Time passed for Jessica and Leo, and after a week in the room Jessica began to crave the outside again. Bundling up the toddler and herself, Jessica decided to start walking in a direction and see where it took them. Coming to a small park and seeing the small children playing with their parents watching gave Jessica pause. Where were Leo's parents, did they abandon him, or was it someone else? Why was no one looking for the boy? These questions buzzed around her head like a swarm of mosquitoes.

Turning around with Leo on her hip Jessica decided to check out the children stores the desk girl told her about. Maybe get the toddler some clothes that were actually made for him, and some spare things her aunts always talked about children needing.

After almost two hours Jessica returned to the hotel room, laden-down with bags and with a fussy toddler on her hip.

"How the fuck do women do this, I mean hell Aunt Chessy had fucking triplets, how in the fuck did she do it!?"

"Fuck!"

This made Jessica stop in her tracks, looking down at the giggling toddler on her hip she could not help the smile the nearly split her face in half.

"Oh who is a smart boy, learning English already, my little genius boy. That is right, Fuck is the first word you should learn, and the only one you will ever need."

"Fuck" the toddler giggled back at the woman's cooing. No one had ever praised him before, but he was a smart boy and even though he could not understand what she was saying he knew she was saying something nice to him.

Another month passed in a similar fashion, with Jessica heading out to do odd jobs, or simply taking what was needed, and staying in a rougher part of the village made it easier to sneak around and avoid being caught. Leo was learning at a good pace, and Jessica began to make simple lessons for the toddler to learn how to communicate with her, in both simple English and Japanese. Jessica made sure that when she spoke to the child she would switch up her language in use to help train him to use both.

Leo was a smart child in Jessica's personal opinion, and she knew he could learn with the proper environment and encouragement. Within the month spent with Jessica in her hotel room Leo picked up what she was saying very quickly, and took great relish in repeating everything she said.

"Those stupid-ass motherfucking ninjas can choke on their stupid 'Justus'"

"muterfu'r"

"That is correct Leo Motherfucker, Remember to enunciate."

Jessica could not help the humor she felt at little Leo's language, Pam would have killed her for teaching a child to swear so proficiently, but it was nice to hear another person speak English, even if it was the stuttering, broken language of a toddler. Call Jessica selfish, but hearing her home language was one of the few comforts she had, and she was not going to deny herself that comfort.

But like anything, the almost calm that Jessica and Leo had was not meant to last. Jessica knew that soon people would notice the missing items and money, and would possibly connect it to her. Months of living on the street after her parents kicked her out taught her that moving around was the key to not getting caught.

After two days spent pawning off many of her stolen items for money, and stealing anything she may need for traveling with a child, Jessica packed up her beaten bag, and left the cheap hotel with Leo wrapped up like a mummy. Before leaving the less reputable part of the neighborhood Jessica ducked into an alley and used her bag to make herself appear pregnant. Placing the bag under her yukata and covering herself up, she placed Loe on her hip and began to waddle to the front gate. Jessica knew pregnant women were underestimated, and after weeks of observation she knew people were not asked to show Identification when leaving the village.

Spring was approaching but it was still chilly enough to excuse covering up Leo so thoroughly, and people assumed that Jessica was simply and overprotective mother as they passed her, so no one gave her a second glance. Once she reached the looming gate it was easy enough to simply walk through and not turn back, the ninja whom was on gate duty not even bothering lift his head from his book, after all Jessica was not even a blip on his 'danger meter'.

And that was it, on the Third of February Konohagakure lost its only Tailed Beast Container, to a strange woman from a strange land who didn't give a damn about the chaos she would unknowingly cause by taking an abused child from a dangerous situation.

Starting to get the ball rolling.