Im just kinda winging it (OcXMinato)

Chapter 1

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"Nagi, get up." I grunted, snuggling further into my bed to escape her voice, escape her insistence that I leave the cocoon of warmth known as my bed. "Look sweety you couldn't have done anything, you weren't there." I groaned, how dare she bring up my failure, who even does that? Suki, my mother, that's who.

"Leave me alone." I batted her hand away, pulling my blanket around me tighter, she huphed. Sandals clicking as she walked away, I had thought that I was victorious, however. I was wrong. I felt her run at me, but made no move to, well, move as she sprang on my bed, and by affiliation me. I grunted, popping my head out to glare at her.

A mischievous grin was all I received in return as she stated. "If you don't get up and get ready for work, i'll burn all your taijutsu books." Now, you might be thinking to yourself. She wouldn't do that, she's your mother. Yeah, no, you would be wrong because she would. She would burn every last one of them with a smile on her face, while humming along to a song.

So I wasted no time in reluntically leaving my bed, sitting up on the edge of it. Never removing my eyes from my mother, guaranteeing myself that she wasn't going to move towards my book shelves. When she made no move towards them, I sighed. Eyeing her as she eyed me in return.

Her lips twitched up, my own twitching down as her smile seemed to grow. "Get dressed, you have twenty-three minutes until your shift. The team should be here any minute now." So I did, pulling my waist length hair into a bun, a battle kimono, and about six inch tall sandals. Don't judge me, they helped with my ballance, and I refused to stand at 4'4 my natural height.

I had been 5'10 in my old life....Yeah, so it was a shock only being 4'4 at twelve. If I didn't get any taller I was going to be unbelievably pissed off. Seriously, I was. My mind wondered briefly to three days ago. Mood souring as I thought of my failure to protect the girls. We had been having bandit issues here lately, or really a gang issue.

Men from the gang coming into the brothel, being violent with the working girls, then not paying whatsoever. I had already killed two of them, the concept of murder hadn't really affected me in my last life. As long as it wasn't done to a child or someone I cared about it was easy to disconnect myself completely. Murdering the bastards who fucked with people I cared about felt kind of nice actually.

So I might have a few issues, but they really weren't issues in this life so, it was irrelevant. Moving on, I had decided to take a day off at the brothel to help out Desuki, the local rice farmer. Only to find out a few hours later that they decided to attack the brothel while I wasn't present. I was furious, even more so when Mistress Yumi decided to enlist the help of Konoha shinobi.

It would no doubt be a genin team, seeing as how the other higher ranking shinobi would be on the front lines. I didn't like this, I hated it. I hated that she felt as though she needed to enlist outside help for a situation that I could have handled on my own. I didn't need the help, nor did I want the help.

Two sharp knocks on the door cut of my train of thought, my ears pricking as I tried to hear out what my mother and whoever was on the other side were talking about. I wanted a heads up on who was here. "S-Suki?" This exclaimed was all I could hear before everything else became a mixture of muffled voices.

I rolled my eyes, looking myself over in my mirror, a small spin. A pose or two, then I winked at myself. Smirk over taking my face. "Hello there gorgeous, mind if I take you out for a night on the town?" I rolled my eyes at myself, walking to the door. Only to take a few steps back, looking over myself one last time before finally leaving my room.

The voices grew in volume as I made my way down the stairs, I blinked. My eyes seeming to instantly lock with calculative blue eyes. It seemed like hours, days, months, yet it could have been just a moment. But I knew who this was, and as Jiraiya spewed out tea all over our kitchen table, I finally let my eyes zone in on him. Black/grey eyes, white hair, a shinobi ninja who obviously knew my mother.