-1The Story of a Teenaged Ninja Mother

Note/Disclaimer: First of, I don't own Naruto. When I take over Japan and rule with a benevolent iron fist, maybe, but right now is what matters, so Naruto's not mine. Also, I don't plan on having kids, I know nothing about having kids, so don't expect this fanfic to be accurate in that aspect. Furthermore, this fanfic was based on a dream I had about Naruto having to fight against a young teenaged ninja mother. O.o She even had her baby on her back when she got into the arena. I thought she was going to fight with…er never mind. Inspired as such by a dream, I'm writing this inspirational story of about the struggles of a young teen trying to balance ninjutsu, motherhood, and maturity whilst living in the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Also, I'll be using three different PoVs: the heroine (teen ninja mom), the classmate, and OMNIPOCENT. ;; I'll try not to confuse ya. I might not even do three; I might just do the first two perspectives.

Chapter One: No One Knows

She would have been thirteen when she graduated. She was the pride of the class, the beautiful bud that would have blossomed into a kunoichi of the likes that might even have rivaled Haruna Sakura. Her name...Toyohana Mishi. She had white-blonde hair and mismatched colored eyes; one a sky blue, the other a deep forest green. When we first entered the academy we used to pick on her about those odd, mismatched eyes. We called her, "two eyes." In retrospect, it seemed stupid, and it didn't even make sense.

Everyone loved Mishi. She was so much more mature than the rest of us. That's to be expected, she was older. Don't get me wrong, she's not some half-witted ninja reject who got held back a year. It wasn't her fault at all. It was a combination of her birthday falling later in the school year and a custody dispute between her parents. In spite of being slightly older than her peers, she proved to be an excellent student. As a matter of fact, she was never picked on for being a little older than everyone else. I suppose we all focused on those odd colored eyes.

Who am I? I'm no one, really. No, really, I am no one. My name IS Noh Wan. My father is Sum Wan, but I'd rather not talk about him. I'd rather talk about Mishi. I admit...I had a bit of a crush on her. Who hasn't? She was beautiful AND intelligent. The only one whom any of us could confess to being her superior would be Sakura. Sakura and her teammates were all so cool. Uchiha Sasuke was the heartthrob of girls of all ages. Even some of the new first year girls have the hots for him. As for Uzumaki Naruto, he's pretty cool. Not as popular with the girls, but a lot of the guys looked up to him. Well, with upperclassman Konohamaru as one of his biggest supporters, you were bound to think he was awesome.

Ah, but enough about Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto. The only one who is really worthy of my attention and devotion was always Mishi. Unfortunately, I was, and still am, a lot like the pun of my name sounds, a nobody. I've always had this complete and utter lack of ability to draw attention to myself. No one ever really noticed me. The most acknowledgements I've ever received were when I answered for roll call. I didn't stand out at all. I was just an average student. I didn't stand a chance with Mishi.

Mishi was really popular the last couple of years I was enrolled in the Academy. She was particularly popular with older guys. I think the oldest she's dated was about twenty-four or so. She never dated any ninja though. Kind of odd, but I guess in retrospect, it probably isn't easy balancing ninja missions and courtship.

I remember it like it happened yesterday; it was our last year at the Academy. We were all studying hard for the graduation exam. Our last year was spent primarily reviewing all we've learned and preparing for the exam. Mishi was taking things easy. She was still coming to class and everything, but she was taking everything less seriously than normal, after all, she had pretty much aced the basics.

We were all so clueless about the meaning of it all then. Particularly when we first enrolled in the Academy. We didn't know what it really meant to be a ninja, or even an adult. We were all unaware of the responsibilities that would fall upon us. Even as mature as Mishi was, I doubt that even she was aware of what it really meant to be a ninja and an adult. Perhaps if only she had known, then she might have taken the last year as seriously as the years before, and just maybe, things would have went differently.

It was about two months into the last year. She was in a pretty serious relationship at the time. Iruka-sensei would constantly warn her not to get too involved with dating and guys, however, since her grades were among the best in our class, the point was pretty moot. It was the beginning of another week. The roll was being called and when the instructor reached Toyohana Mishi...there was no response, only silence. "Toyohana," the instructor repeated, but to everyone's surprise, she wasn't there.

Mishi was always on time, and she had never missed a class before. Something had to have been wrong. Just as we were all going to give up on her, she came in through the door. She looked terrible. Her hair was somewhat disheveled and her face was very pale. She looked very weak and sickly, but all the same she was trying desperately to get to class on time. It turned out that she had just gotten through vomiting in the girls' bathroom. Since she wasn't feeling well, and because she was doing great in the class and all we were doing was reviewing, the instructor told her to go home and get some rest.

No one thought anything of it back then. Mishi suggested that she probably got sick as a result of being stressed about the graduation exam. Not even Mishi could have guessed the actual cause of her ailment. It wasn't until a few weeks after that first tardy that we all found out was wrong with her. It was sudden and startling. Mishi was running late to class. After awhile, this was starting to become the norm. She opened the door, put on a smile on her face, walked a few steps into the class, and then suddenly...collapsed.