I'm trying something new so here goes. It's been a while since I wrote ANYTHING.

It was dark. Only a small yellow dim light shone above the blood soaked bed, sitting in the center of the room. One man was patiently waiting for his work to be done. He stroked his long black hair and grinned from ear to ear when he saw the vial of blood empty into the surgical hose. It flowed downward, and entered into the intended target's body and it was no more. In the center of the bed, sedated heavily into unconsciousness, was a girl. Her long blonde hair was caked with dried blood and her face was caked with sweat, even though she was heavily sedated.

"If this works, then I might be able to do this to myself," the man said to no one in particular. Suddenly the unconscious blonde opened her eyes, her tiny frame cocooned in red faint light, and she let out an ear piercing scream. Just as it came, it ended, and she fell back onto the bed, and was out cold once more. The man ran over to check the readings and meters, and the graphs the machines printed out. He frowned.

"Failed," was the only word he could utter. He proceeded to produce a sharp scalpel and held it close to the young girl's throat. As he was about to run it across the tender skin, a hand stopped him. He turned his head slightly, and smiled at the newcomer.

"Sarutobi-sensei," the man said.

"Orochimaru," the newly revealed Hokage revealed. "It seems you have not changed one bit."

The man, now revealed as the most powerful of the legendary Sannin, just laughed. "I am sorry, sensei, but it seems that I must take my leave."

Then he disappeared in a swirl of leaves, leaving the unconscious blonde and the old man alone. He sighed, and released the long black staff he was holding. It poofed out of existence and changed into large ape with white fur and a Konoha headband around its forehead.

"Sarutobi, this is the second time you have released him," Enma, the white ape commented.

"I know old friend, I just could not do it," the Third replied. He sighed sadly and began to unplug the various devices plugged and stuck into her tiny frame. He stroked her long blonde hair and proceeded to carry her out of the dim room.

"Let's go, Enma," he said, hands covered around the small child protectively. "I have to make sure Orochimaru did nothing dangerous to her."

The ape nodded and poofed out of existence. The old man sighed and made his way to the hospital, not before placing a powerful illusionary spell on the blonde.

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Time Skip 4 months later

A blonde boy was running as fast as he can, dodging amateurishly left and right as the drunken mob of civilians and shinobi alike pellet him with weapons and various things. His breath was coming is gasps, his legs were sore and tired from running, but for the sake of life, he dare not to slow down even a little bit. Threads of sweat cover his face, falling onto his eyes, stinging it and forcing him to blink. They were gaining on him, slowly but surely. It won't be long now. The peoples were still chasing him, still throwing things at him. It was at this moment; one of the more experienced ninja jumped up and hurled a handful of shuriken into the air, aimed at the blonde child. He screamed as one of the sharp metal weapons dug deep into his calf, sending him into a crashing halt. The mob gathered around him now, slowly circling him as they cracked their knuckles and readiest their fists and weapons.

'It has started,' he thought as he shielded himself from the raining blows and weapons. He knew not to cry out, not to give in to their torture no matter what they did, for if he were to give in, the consequences would be dire for him. As an added bonus, he would not give them the satisfaction of watching him squirm as they plummet him to the ground. Better to die with dignity and pride, then to live and give them the satisfaction that they had him at their mercy, begged for his life. No. he would rather die. Deep in the shadows, a masked man spied on the mob and their actions. He quickly disappeared in a swirl of leaves.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, was a tired old man. He had hoped to retire, but since the Fourth had died in battle, there had been no suitable candidates to succeed him. He was, at this moment, dealing with the bane of all Kages, the undefeatable enemy of all leaders: paperwork. An ANBU suddenly appeared before him, kneeling.

"Hokage-sama, I bring urgent grave news," the ANBU said. The old man gave a small nod, which was the signal to deliver the news. "The child," started the kneeling man, which earned the attention, full and undivided, of the old leader.

"What has happened?" Sarutobi asked hastily.

"There is a mob," the ANBU started. Sadly, he didn't need to finish as the Hokage already knew what was going on.

"Take a squad! Get him out of there! Immediately!" the old man barked. The ANBU nodded and disappeared.

He returned moments later with the blonde boy safely tucked under his arms, his ninjatou and attire stained with fresh blood.

"Hokage-sama, there were casualties in the mission," reported the ANBU. Sarutobi knew what it meant. It meant that they had to kill the mob to rescue the boy. He nodded and motioned for the ANBU to leave the boy in the office. He then summoned his own personal physician, a woman in her early 40s who was loyal to the old Hokage beyond measure. She took one look at the boy, and sighed as she unpacked her medical supplies. She kneeled beside him, hands formed into a tiger seal and muttered under her breath "Genjutsu Kai." Almost immediately, the injured boy began to change. His hair became long, and was fashioned into a 2 high pigtails. The boyish facial features gave way into a more narrow feminine face, and finally the body took the shape of a little girl.

"How are the injuries?" the old man asked as he peeked over from over the physician's shoulder. The woman shook her head.

"Not unhealable, given her...condition," she answered carefully. "I worry about the mental scarring effect it will have on one so young."

The old man can only sigh.

"She needs to be able to defend herself," she stated flatly as she looked at the tiring Hokage dead in the eye. "She needs to become a kunoichi."

The old man nodded. "I will see to that personally. She will learn to be a kunoichi."