The Black Rose Assassin 2012-2016 (REWRITTEN)

Chapter 29

    "I am not supposed to exist in my world, I wasn't supposed to be raised as Ranae Chernaya-Roza.  I wasn't supposed to go through all that pain and loose whatever sanity I had left. Orochimaru did that to me, after he killed my whole clan he stole me and put me somewhere where I would be trained as an assassin. He stole my family, my life, and my fucking sanity for god's sake! I just want to squish his damn snake head under my foot...." I growled. My fist tightened and lightning struck outside, "Calm down Kira..." Dad said.

   I looked outside to see the terrified villagers in the street, I clenched my teeth and stood up, "I'm calm...." I said and paced back and forth. I remembered something happened in future vision with Tsunade and I turned to her, "Now that you know my past your gonna separate me from my team, to reinstate the Kuro-Bara assassins. I already know this cause of my keki genki premonition, so better do that now with my Dad and teacher than later."  I stated to Tsunade. Her eyes were wide for a fraction of a second, "Yes I was thinking of that... Your right, it's better to do this now when I'm sober." She muttered, "Kakashi, I'm removing her from Team Seven and we can reinstate the Kuro-Bara assassin system." Tsunade said.

   Dad's face contorted into worry and reluctancy but nodded anyway still showing respect towards the new Hokage, I smiled and walked over. I hugged him, "I'll be okay day, God knows I've been through worse shit." I said and stood back in front of Tsunade.

  "Granny Tsunade, I need you to pull up every file you have on the Kuro-Bara clan. Birth & Death records, Jutsu's, Keki Genki, I need everything. I know the snake bastard said he killed everyone, but I don't believe that. I just.... I need to make sure, alright?" I asked.

  She looked hesitant but sighed once she looked me in the eyes, "For any other person I would say no cause that sounds like you were ordering me, but... I'll have Shizune and a couple of researchers and pull up everything. Only just this once Kira." She said sternly. My eyes lit up and I jumped over the table hugging her neck, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I yelled happily and pulled back.

~3 months later~

Today is a Monday.... I don't want to get up, but I have too. I moaned and got up, since the time I was taken off Team Seven I hadn't seen Naruto much at all. Of course I saw Sakura almost on a daily basis if we didn't have missions; she's my best friend too. I rarely ever saw Sasuke but then again I never really care about that, but being away from Naruto was painful. I sighed and took a quick shower getting dressed; then I took all my weapons.

  I had my weapons pouch on my left leg filled with kunai, shuriken, and paper bombs; on my right leg was one of my guns, which I found under my bed, and the other gun on my left hip. Since I found my guns they were pretty useful, despite the long hours it took to make the bullets, I didn't have enemies with guns cause I am the only being in existence with one here. I rarely ever used them though, I didn't really need too, unless I was in a tight spot with little chance of escape or I was running low on chakra. In the last three months I've had two missions, both very very easy, and the rest of those days I've been doing research on my clan and doing errands for Tsunade. I've also been learning medical jutsu from her and how she makes her strong ass punches, but today my schedule is as clear as scotch tape.

  I ran downstairs into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator, nothing... Absolutely nothing. "I told him that we need groceries and he forgets, of fucking course." I thought out loud with a sigh and ran back upstairs and collected the money I had gotten from the errands and missions I do, I frowned, "Man, I was saving you for a nice trip to a bath house resort..." I pouted and petted the money. I shoved it in my pocket then ran back down stairs and out the door, locking it behind me.

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I carried a big brown bag full of instant lunches and microwavable food since neither Dad or I can cook anything other than breakfast foods. I was on my way home when I saw Dad staring at a bookstore window add, and fan-boying over it. I sighed, "Dad, what the hell are you doing?" I asked.