Chapter 9

I don't own Naruto. It is the property of Masashi Kishimoto.


I tilted my head to the side, confused. What?

The Hokage just handed me a scroll and shooed me out the door. I ignored him and used the window. I could hear him sigh as I landed on a tree.

I opened the scroll and my eyes widened at its contents.


"This wasn't supposed to happen. This didn't happen in the manga. Why is this happeni-"

Akira shushed me and stirred the broth. She was standing on a stool because she was too short to reach the stove without it. I stopped my rambling and leaned against the wall, trying to calm myself down.

"What happened, nee-chan?"

I flicked the scroll open and I read it out loud. "Mission: A-ranked. A powerful shipping company which is actually a front for much shadier activities, blah, blah, blah, you are required to assassinate Gatou, the founder of this company."

Akira was stunned but regained her composure quickly. She took the scroll from my hands. "Maybe you shouldn't skip the middle part."

I shot her a glare. Why the hell is she focusing on that?

She ignored my glare. Suddenly, her eyes lit up triumphantly and she pointed at a sentence. "This company is also interfering with Team Kakashi's C-rank mission, as noted by the Jounin-sensei himself. That means that he requested backup." She frowned. "But he didn't do that Before, right?"

I wanted to shake her. "That is exactly what I've been trying to tell you!"

Her eyes flicked downwards and they widened. "You're in the Anbu Black Ops?"

"Yeah. From when I was 13 years old."

Akira's head snapped towards me in shock. I continued. "But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is this mission. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

She calmly sipped the broth to taste it. "Go on the mission, of course."

"B-but t-"

She looked at me with wide, teary eyes. "You want to let the people in the Land of Waves suffer?"

I cursed. "No, I don't. Stop looking at me like that!"

"So, what's the problem in doing it?"

I scrambled for an answer. "I don't want to leave you alone at home."

She snorted. "Bullshit. You know that I can take care of myself."

I sighed in defeat. Wait a minute...

"Language." I mocked her in a high voice.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from me with a 'hmph'.

I smirked I reluctantly trudged back to my room to get some rest and be ready for tomorrow.


I left a little note for Akira before leaving the house.

Instead of using the window as usual, I took the stairs. I walked down the hallway and stopped outside a door. I hesitantly knocked on it.

Senbon-dude opened the door and I winced a little at his bloodied and injured form. Must've just got back from a mission. I felt a little bad for disturbing him.

"I've got a 2 week-long mission and you know that I've adopted a kid. Just, check up on her once or twice, please?"

Senbon-dude frowned in confusion. "I thought you were training those kids, the jinchuuriki and the last Uchiha?"

"They're out on a mission."

"Oh. Okay then. Be careful." He closed the door.

I sighed in relief. That was taken care of.

I dove out the hallway's window.


I am sorry about the late update. My rabbit ate my laptop. So I had to buy a new one.

As an apology-


Omake: Tenzo's mask

Tenzo flinched as the black-haired woman smirked at him mischievously. She shoved her hand into her bag and he tensed a bit, ready to dodge any number of paint bombs. He was not falling for that a second time.

She took out- a book? He frowned, suspicious.

Rei beamed at him and shoved it in his face. 'How to get your senpai to notice you'- What the heck?

She smiled brightly. "I'm here to teach you the ways, young grasshopper!"

The ANBU around him snickered and a few sent him pitying looks. Tenzo gulped.


Five embarrassing hours later, a red-faced Tenzo bowed to the Hokage. He would never be able to look senp- Kakashi-san in the face again.

The Sandaime smirked at him, knowing who was at fault for his state, before presenting Tenzo with his newly-made ANBU mask.

His eye twitched as he looked at the Batta mask.


Batta - Grasshopper