(A/N) So, first, yes, Nin's puppet is an important puppet, internet cookie to anyone who can figure out why. Its appearance and name are not random. Also, part of this is dracohalo117's idea Perfection. So, Hi Draco!

"My name is Uzumaki Ningyomi, but you can call me Nin. I'm a puppeteer and enjoy sealing," Ningyomi said, biting her lip nervously and adjusting her purple glasses.

"Wow!" A blond kid in the back, surrounded by at least three empty seats yelled. "That's really cool! Er, what's a puppeteer?"

Nin smiled slightly. She pulled a small scroll out of her pocket and unfurled it, channeling chakra into it, releasing her favorite puppet(and only one right then), Isobu, from its scroll. He was human-looking but had a couple of traits that were quite similar to the biju of the same name. Namely, the three spiny tails behind him. This particular one had a 1 on his head. He was wearing clothes, which had some very convenient lines of snaps where she wanted to install weapons someday. It was just pants and a t-shirt, with shinobi sandals on his feet. She quickly attached chakra threads to him, standing him up and making him brush himself off. He waved to the class.

The blond kid and a good portion of the class jumped, scrambling away.

"What is that?" A girl asked, she was blond as well, but a pale blond, not the neon blond of the kid in the back.

"Isobu is a puppet. I can use him in combat."

"Well, that was a nice introduction into our lecture for today, Suna's involvement in the second and third Shinobi World Wars," the teacher said, turning to the blackboard.

Nin shrugged and walked up to sit next to the first blond kid, Isobu trailing behind her, her twitching fingers controlling him hidden in her pockets. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked politely.

"Hey look, the new kid and the freak are sitting together!" One of the class jeered.

Nin wrinkled her nose, and, using a few more of her fingers, shifted Isobu into his second form, a three-tailed turtle-like creature. She had him jump up onto the desk and settle down, taking up the rest of the seats next to the blond kid.

"No, I don't mind," he replied, smiling brightly.

Nin nodded, sitting down next to the desk Isobu was sitting on. She disconnected the chakra strings, pulling her hands out of her pockets.

"So, you fight with puppets?" The kid asked quietly.

"Yeah, cool, right? What's your name? I didn't catch it."

"Oh, um, Uzumaki Naruto," he seemed mildly embarrassed, and Nin blinked at him, shocked.

"There's another of my clan here? I thought most Uzumaki were redheaded!"

"I don't know anything except that's my last name," Naruto admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

Nin frowned deeply. "Konoha was Uzushiogakure's ally, if anything you should know the most about the Uzumaki."

"Nin, Naruto," The teacher snapped. "Quiet!"

Nin inclined her head slightly, moving Isobu so he was stretched out in front of her and Naruto's desks, low enough to the desk so they could see over the top. Nin pulled yet another scroll out of her pocket, spreading it across her desk. She located the seal with her history scrolls in it and unsealed the scroll inside. She spread that scroll on top of the one it came from, quickly locating the seal labeled: Uzushiogakure. She unsealed a mini pyramid of scrolls, sorting through them quickly. She found what she wanted, then sealed the others away, sealing the scroll into the other one, and putting the scroll away. She handed it to Naruto, gesturing to the title: History of Uzushiogakure, Volume One. Nin turned her attention to the front, allowing Naruto to try and read. After a couple of seconds, she checked on him, then sweatdropped as she realized he wasn't reading it. Well, it sorta looked like he was, but there was no fascination, or comprehension, or anything but confusion. She sighed. He hadn't been taught to read had he. Darn it, this would be more irritating than she first thought. The Hokage had warned her that the Academy was most likely going to be boring, especially as she had been training since she was very little. She debated pulling out a few tools and tinkering with a slightly squeaky joint she'd noticed on Isobu, and ultimately decided to do it.

Nin tapped Naruto's shoulder, and he handed her the scroll, albeit reluctantly. She placed it in her pocket, then shifted Isobu to his human form, sitting him down in the chair next to her. She moved Isobu's arm over to her, then quickly detached his lower arm, placing it on the desk.

The rest of the class, having been sneaking glances at her the entire time, all freaked out at once, the teacher clearly had not gotten to what exactly puppetry was.

Nin looked up, frowning at the panicking class. "Is there a wasp near me?"

Naruto shrugged, picking up the detached arm and examining it. "I dunno, I don't see one."

Nin shrugged and went back to the joint, fixing it up a bit. After a few seconds of adjusting the joint, she took the arm from Naruto and reattached it, moving the arm a few times to ensure it was moving properly. It was, so Nin took Isobu's seal out of her pocket and sealed the puppet away.

Finally, she actually looked up, and sweatdropped. "I was merely fixing up Isobu's elbow joint. He's a puppet, not a human being."

Orochimaru, with the Akatsuki

Orochimaru barely kept from drooling when he saw the eyes of the leader. Pain, as he was known, had the Rinnegan, a legendary dojutsu that Orochimaru would be willing to trade the Sharingan for, and this was coming from Orochimaru, who was basically obsessed with the Sharingan.

The other members were fascinating as well, Akako, who apparently had replaced another member, but had the same abilities, had immortality. He'd seen her head separated from her neck, and it had sighed and asked Kakuzu to reattach her head, please. More fascinating, her body had leaned over and picked up her head, offering it to Kakuzu. Kakuzu, her partner, had black threads running through his body, and he could steal others' hearts. Orochimaru remembered the first time he'd seen it happen with a shudder.

"You popped one of my hearts!" Kakuzu shouted, black threads coming from his body and ensnaring the shinobi. "Now I shall steal yours to make up for it!"

Orochimaru had watched in morbid fascination as the Akatsuki member tore out the shinobi's heart, then opened up his back and put it in, a new mask forming with it, making it four once again. Apparently, he'd been staring cause Kakuzu turned and glared at him. Orochimaru shrugged, then turned away, pretending to examine the corpse. Well, he was, but not for the reason Kakuzu thought. He noticed something black around the shinobi's neck and picked it up. It was one of Kakuzu's threads. Well, he wasn't going to pass up a free DNA sample from someone who's abilities he'd like in a new host. He quickly sealed it away, then poked around on the body for a bit, finding nothing else of interest.

Normally his partner was Sasori, who he discovered was actually not a weirdly hunched over and hulking figure, but what looked like a teenage boy. Which was impossible, because he had to be at least 30. He'd gotten a glimpse at Sasori's arm when he stretched it out to conduct one of his other puppets and noted it was wooden. Sasori had turned himself into a living puppet.

Orochimaru had a single mission with Akako and decided he kinda liked her. She was intelligent, and knew how to freak out her enemy, and torture them without even getting their blood in her mouth and giving herself a wound, which was then reflected onto her opponent.

"Y'know, Hebi-kun, I'm not as unobservant as my partner, I can see you taking blood. I'll have you know that, no, that's not my blood, that pool over there is, and my DNA is dangerous, we wouldn't want anyone dead, would we, Hebi-kun?"

Orochimaru blinked, but switched pools of blood, and nodded. "No one but test subjects, anyway," he agreed.

Akako hummed in agreement, nudging one of the corpses. "I could've killed them in a way with less blood, but I can see you staring longingly at Pain-sama, and it's clearly because of his Rinnegan. None of those bodies are his real ones."

"You would be a powerful ally," Orochimaru mentioned.

"Yes, I would," she agreed. "If you must contact me, this is my Jashin communication seal." She tossed him a paper, then walked away, putting her cloak back on. She'd apparently developed the habit of taking it off before battle so it didn't get ruined. It was a pain to sew it back together when it got torn. Orochimaru would know. It was more trouble then sewing the human body back together.

Kisame was another member that was interesting. Well, less him, more his sword. It only liked him, and only he could wield it without being stabbed. Apparently, it even gave him all the chakra it absorbed. He had to somehow get one of the scales.

Getting a scale was exactly as painful and hard as Orochimaru expected, and he came out of that sparring match with three scales, a couple of broken bones, low chakra, and more lost skin then lost chakra. He didn't have enough chakra to 'shed his skin', so he had to wait. He limped to his room and slept for the next day and a half.

Konan, was, luckily, much less painful. She left paper everywhere, little sculptures that stood on tables and occasionally in vases. Orochimaru requested she make him a tiny bird, as he said he wanted to figure out how to make one himself. She was fine with it and handed him a little origami bird that was humming with her chakra.

True to his word, he went ahead and figured out how to make a little origami bird of his own, and gave one back to Konan. Not the one she'd given him, that one was safely sealed away, but one he'd made. Out of orange paper, the same color as her nails. He figured she would appreciate it.

Orochimaru checked that it was just a Konan thing that she could do things with paper so easily, and yes. It was. He couldn't even get the paper bird he'd made to move around.

He found an origami tiger outside his room the next day, and picked it up, retreating back into his room to study how it went together. He left a little orange origami tiger with black stripes outside her room the next day.

They continued this way for quite a while, Konan finding it interesting to find little orange origami creatures outside her door every time she gave a creature to Orochimaru, and Orochimaru finding it an interesting waste of time for when he was stuck in the Akatsuki lair.

Pain was next, and with Akako's hint, he decided to try one of the rods that Pain produced. Orochimaru decided a spar was in order.

Like with Kisame, it was about as painful as he expected, and like with that spar, he went into his room and slept for the next two days. He was successful, but he was picking shards of the chakra rods out of his flesh for days afterward.

Sasori was a stroke of luck, an enemy had struck him across the chest while he was in his carrier puppet, actually nicking something in his chest, and making him bleed.

Orochimaru quickly offered Sasori bandages, and while Sasori was distracted patching up his chest, Orochimaru scooped up some of the blood from Sasori's chest. Quite a bit had come spurting out, so he managed to collect quite a bit. By the time Sasori had finished patching up his chest, Orochimaru had secured what they needed from the enemy shinobi and had the blood secured in a storage seal.

Of course, the Sharingan was his downfall. Itachi Uchiha was their newest member. He got cocky, requesting a mission with Itachi, then trying to get some DNA. He barely got away with some blood and some hair. And his severed hand.

(A/N) Well, that's a wrap. If anyone can figure out why Nin was tossed out of Suna, internet cookie to you. Internet Christmas cookie. Those are better than normal internet cookies, cause Christmas. It's after Thanksgiving, we can have little Christmas cookies shaped like nine-tailed foxes. Put your guess in the reviews! This half and half thing will show up quite a bit, but not every time.