The pic up there is Kiori's clothes. Don't mind the lines, I accidentally drew them and I couldn't undo it.

Some changes in Chapter 4 - Family.

"Hashirama Senju...Tobirama Senju...Hiruzen Saru-AH!!!!" I screamed when someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I growled, turning back, only to see Naruto.

"What are you doing, Kiori-chan?" Naruto grinned. 

"Memorizing history stuff." I squinted my eyes at him. "Stop sneaking onto people like that. It's annoying."

"THAT'S THE EXACT PURPOSE OF PRANKS!!!" Naruto grinned.  I rolled my eyes and continued reading the book I borrowed from the library.

"What's so good about books?" Naruto pouted.

"I don't know. Studying sucks." I answered and continued reading.

"Then why are you reading it???" Naruto whined. "It's so boring!!! No one's talking!!!"

"You are," I growled. "As much as I hate studying, I still have to. I can't go on the battlefield wiithout knowledge."

"BUT HOW WILL MEMORISING HISTORY DO GOOD FOR YOU!?!?!" Naruto exclaimed.

"And how will you be able to call yourself future Hokage without knowing your village's history?" I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever!" Naruto huffed.

I scoffed. He growled at me. I glared back at him.

"Whatcha lookin at, fucker?" I eyed him.

"OH, SHUT IT!" Naruto growled.

"You were the one who stared at me first," I scowled at him.

"BUT I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!!!" Naruto fought back.

"Tsk, piss off!!!"

"WILL NOT!!!!"

"Respect your elders!!!"

"You're bickering with a 12 year old here!!!"

"Shut it, little boy!!!"

"WHO YA CALLIN LITTLE BOY!?!!?"

"YOU!!!! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT, BOY!?!!?"

"YES I DO!!!"

"THEN FUCK OFF!!!"

"WHAT ABOUT NO!?!?"

"YOU'RE ANNOYING!!!"

"YOU'RE WORSE!!!"

"GRRRRRRRR......" The two growled at each other, pushing each other back with their foreheads.

"Um...what are you two doing?" 

We snapped our heads to the right to see Choji and Shikamaru.

"Get a room already," Kiba smirked as he walked over. Shikamaru tried to hide a snicker which came out as a snort.

"Eh? Kiba? What are you doing here? Isn't your compound on the other side?" Choji asked.

"Yeah, I came to a shop to pick up something." Kiba shrugged. "And I'm lucky to se-"

They eyed the spot where Naruto was once at. He was gone. And there was an angry Kiori emmiting dark aura.

They gulped in unison.

"YOU THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Kiori roared.

"I hope you revised the notes I gave you yesterda-"

Iruka was cut off as the classroom door slid open to reveal three bruised up clan heirs.

"U-Um...what happened to you three?" Iruka sweatdropped.

"N-Nothing..." They stuttered.

Iruka wanted to scold them for being late but decided to leave them be.

(Did I say anything about Kiori's looks? If I did, please tell me. I hope I didn't mess Kiori up with my other oc.)

As they passed by the brunette haired girl, she smiled sweetly at them, making them flinch and scurry to their seats quickly. The class instantly knew what happened except for a few idiots.

"Well then, let's continue class..."

Flashback

Kiori sighed as she exited the bakery. "Fail...damn it."

She tucked a piece of paper in her coat and headed home. 'Azami nee-chan should be at home by now,' she thought as she checked her watch.  'I'll just ask her for recommendations. We need some money to fix the roof.'

Kiori hummed a song she heard on the radio as she walked home. She felt water drip on her head and looked up. "Shit. It's raining."

Kiori tried to shield her head with her arms and ran home. "God, I wonder where's Nishiki

-nii...hopefully he's not caught in the rain to-"

She paused.

Her hands dropped.

She took one step forward.

Two steps.

Three steps.

She saw red liquid.

That's just red  paint. She hoped.

She walked. Four steps.

Five steps.

Six steps.

A body came into view.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Hazelnut hair. 

She dropped on her knees.

"A-Azami...nee-chan...?"

"K-Ki..." Azami mumbled weakly.

"A-Azami nee-chan..w-who did this to you?" Kiori stuttered as tears rolled down her face faster than a dam.

"T-The shop owner r-reported me...b-but...it's okay..." Blood flowed down her chin. 

"N-No...Azami nee-chan...p-please...stay alive...I-I beg you..." Kiori sobbed.

"T-There's some money...i-in the first aid kit..." Azami coughed out some blood.

"N-No, I don't need it, j-just stay!!!" Kiori cried.

"Y-You're the s-same as Nishiki..." Azami smiled weakly. "You...and Nishiki..."

"Nee-chan!!! Stop talking!!! Y-You can still be-"

"Live."

Nishiki entered his house and put down his umbrella. "Thank god...it's pouring outside..." he sighed. He looked around. "Weird. No one's talking."

He walked to the kitchen. It was empty. He went  to the living  room. His eyes widened.

His sister lied on the ground in a small pool of blood.

"N-No..." He  dropped on his knees.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no....NO!!!!!!" He cried out.

There was a first aid kit beside her but he knew that it wasn't used. He opened  it and found a note inside.

||To Nishiki...

In case anything happens, there's a family register dad left for you. Please use it. It's a clean and untraceable register.

From now on, you'll be Nishiki Nishio. Nishi two times in a row is a bit weird, I know.

Also, use the money I left  behind. I worked hard, so there's quite a bit. Use it however you want.

It's okay to ask for help when you're in trouble. Oh, and don't be such a smart-ass all the time, okay?

See you. Thanks for staying with me.

Your sister.

P.S. By the way,  Since Kiori is staying with us now, she can use the family register too. Give half of the money to her. Be good to each other, you two.
By the  way, if you're reading this, Kiori. There's another note for you somewhere in the first aid kit. I'm glad to have brought you back. I love you two.||

Nishiki stood in the shop his sister once worked at. The shop owner's corpse lied on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. He saw a bloodied phone and a note on the table nearby.

||Sorry, Nishiki. I'm leaving. You can have all  the money. I'll never use stuff those filth use. I don't think I'll be coming back. Don't look for me.||

He gripped the paper tight and stepped on the shop owner's face. "Dirty motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfuckermotherfuckermotherfucker" He crushed the phone and  threw it at the man's face. 

He always loved the sound of gentle rain.

Not this kind of storm.

He hated it.

It's so annoying.

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Humans can't be trusted.