Her eyes grow impossibly wide and her breath quickens. "Wha... I-I-I can't. I-I'm eleven! It's-eh-huh?" Her eyelids fluttered as the panic attack grasped her. This couldn't happen! She didn't know anything about moms, or babies or-

"Kit. Calm down. I am here." His voice conveyed his concern.

At Voice-sans words she calmed down. She placed a hand over her stomach as panic was replaced with wonder. She didn't know who the father was and didn't care. She grew up on her own, surely she could be a mom on her own too. "Mom... I'm going to be a mom Voice-san."

"Yes. I will be here to protect the kit. But you must be careful. Protect your stomach as much as possible. One goo hit is all it takes to harm, or even kill the baby."

She nods, determined. She pushed away the sliver of fear. She could do this.

A month and a half later she is leaned over the toilet, puking her guts out. She clutches a water bottle. "Why..." she groaned, stomach churning.

"I cannot answer that. I am not human."

She groans and sits up only to lean back over and vomit into the toilet. "Not helping. How long is this supposed to last anyway?" She wiped her mouth with some toilet paper.

"About a month. But since I- I mean you are special, it may be less."

She didn't comment on his slip up, she knew the voice was hiding something. He would tell her when he was ready for her to know.

She dragged herself to the shower once her bout of nausea had passed. She washed off the feeling of last night off and got out. She pulled on her chest bindings and the baggy orange jumpsuit that she didn't really like and trudged out the door.

She liked the academy. Not because of what they teach, but because of the air. The air surrounding the academy was pure and full of peaceful contentment. And most of it was centered on that swing she often sat upon. She heard the bell ring and dashed for the classroom. The door opened with a bang and she stood there panting. "Sorry I'm late 'ttebeyo!"

She rushed to her seat, sitting down and clutching her stomach slightly. That running had made her feel sick again. She put her forehead against the cool desktop, to elevate the nausea. It didn't really help, so she just focused on her breathing.

She tilted her head to dodge the flying eraser headed towards her. "Sensei. I. Don't. Feel. Good." Her voice was a growl, and she could hear the voice snicker. 

"It looks like your mood swings are here. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"Hush." She whispered.

She looks up to see that Iruka was walking towards her in worry. "Are you okay Naruto-kun?"

She nods. "I'm just a little dizzy." Iruka casts one last worried look to 'him'.

"Okay." He walked back to the front of the classroom and began his lecture.

She laid her head back down and zoned out. Once it was lunchtime, she felt better. She ate a rice ball and drank her water on the swing of which she always sat.

"Taijutsu practice is next. You also still got hit last time. You need to get better."

"I know." She mutters. I also wanna know your name and who you are. She kept her thoughts to herself though. Unknowing of the fact that Voice-san could hear them loud and clear.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. She went back to class and stood in line, buzzing with worry that she wouldn't be able to dodge, that this time she would be hit in the stomach and her baby would get hurt or die.

The first match was called, then the second, and the third, and a few more before finally,

"Uzumaki Naruto versus Uchiha Sasuke!" She paled. No! Not him! I can't beat him like this! Panic rose like a wave, and her vision wavered.

"Calm down. I am here and will help to the best of my ability.

She took a deep breath before jumping on the scene. "Imma beat you teme!" Said teme just grunted and slid into the beginning stance of the Interceptor Fist. Naruto slid into her own stance, one she was learning from the Voice. It was based on speed, dodging, and counterattacks.

"Hajime!"

Sasuke shot forward, throwing a punch at her. She dodged and blocked the kick that came right after. She retaliated, shoving her knee in his stomach. He leapt back, clutching his likely bruised stomach before darting forward, aiming for the blond's face. She merely shifted her head to the side, his fist whizzing by. Her eyes widen as she sees the Uchiha smirk and then she saw the fist going straight for her stomach. She felt horror and panic as electricity seemed to make her movement jerky and she fumbled for what to do.

"Grab his arm! Flip him over your shoulder!"

She didn't think, just did what he said blindly. She grabbed the arm that was starting to withdraw from the space next to her head, and spun, pulling his arm over her shoulder and heaving. His body flew up, over her shoulder, and slammed into the ground. She restrained him, arm on his neck, knee on his stomach. Her fist was prepped to slam into his face. "Yield!" She orders and Sasuke stares at her defiantly. "Yield!" she repeats. He grunts. She slams her fist in his nose.

"Yield!"

"I...Yield." It's reluctant and comes out strangled. Naruto grins in satisfaction.

She jumped up and turns to see not Iruka, but Mizuki. She hears a growl from the voice. She raises an eyebrow and returns the smile her sensei wore. 

She walked to the back of the crowd as the matches continue on.

"What is it Voice-san?" She whispers quietly.

"Don't trust Mizuki. He- is a monster like none other. Believe nothing of what he says."

"Okay." What could Mizuki have done?

"Who are you talking to?" She jumps as she hears a drawling voice come up behind her.