Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Evanescence T.T . But I do own my OC, Rayne or Rae, for short. This is my

first fic that will actually get farther than 1 chapter. So no flames...unless it really, really sucks. Rated M for later chapters. That means later chapters, not sooner chapters.

Author Notes: My character is 18 years old. The rookie nine are 19 and Team Gai is 20. Don't know how I'll fit them in except for Shino, but I will try. I will have my character sing songs from Evanescence. This is told from her POV.

Summary: Walking in the woods, one day, an 18 year old girl finds herself in the forest surrounding Konoha. There she meets Shino Aburame, a person she knows to be from Naruto. Shino is arranged to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble for Konoha. Will something happen between the two during their time together?

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Chapter 1

"Hey, dad, I'm going for a walk, OK," I yelled from the front door. "Ok, Rae, be careful," was his reply from the living room,"Where are you going?" "The woods." With that I shut the door and began down the trail leading too and through the woods.

My straight, long, dirty blonde hair was up into a high pony tail and it was kind of poofy, but nicely so. Two long bangs framed the side of my clear, pale face. My face slightly heart shaped as were my lips, though they weren't completely full, but slightly thin and pale pink. My crystal blue eyes were outlined in black eyeliner, masquera(sp?), and eye shadow tinted with silver which gave my eyes a sparkle. I was wearing an odd red shirt with black buckles all over, going around to cover the shirt and keep it in place. Buckles for a trap to keep the shirt up and another strap going from just above my chest to my neck to attach to a black choker with red fabric sticking out above an below it to cover my neck. Separate red fabriced sleaves held up by a black buckle on each completed the shirt. (See Amy Lee's shirt in "Going Under" for better detail) The ends of the shirt going over my front thighs and butt. I was also wearing black pants that flared around black combat boots that softly crunched over the fallen autumn leaves. Over everything was a long, unbottoned, black coat, which, while in my boots, was about to my ankles. Accessory wise, I was wearing black, fingerless, fishnet gloves that stopped and frilled at my wrist. On my right hand I was wearing a silver ring with a ruby in the center on my middle finger. My long nails painted black. Around my neck was a silver chain with a dragon pendant with out stretched wings holding a ruby in its' claws and a wiccan pentagram in its' wings to complete the outfit. With me was a black velvet bag, which I hang the strap around my neck. The actual bag swaying on the side of my right thigh. In it was my large black sketch book, my sketching pencils, mechanical pencils, lead, erasers, my The Art of Amy Brown books I and II, ink pens, colored pencils, my Mp3, iPod, a kodachi, three switch blades of various lengths, and two bottles of Volt.

I must have been walking for atleast a half an hour, going deeper into the woods, before I noticed something strange. Though the only thing that hadn't changed was the grey clouds, slight breeze which made my coat and hair flutter, and the fallen leaves, the woods certainly did. Had it been anyone other than me it probably would have gone unnoticed. But, since I have a habit of being aware of nearly everything that's around me anywhere I go, I noticed I was not in my familiar woods in the back of my house. Being the observant one that I was, I took in everything within sight. Now I know that I'm not in my woods, because I marked every tenth tree with a small knot hole along the path. I could see for about fifteen trees away on the "same" path, and couldn't find a damn thing. Also, the trees seemed to have gotten taller and wider.

As I continued to observe my surroundings, trying to figure out if I spot something familiar, thinking I may

have gone off the trail by mistake, I felt, more than saw, somebody behind me. A regular occurance for me, it makes

it hard for people to sneak up on me. I'd have to be really focused on something for someone to sneak up on me,

but since I rarely focus on anything completely I can rarely be snuck up on. However, I heard, more than felt, two

pairs of feet. I turn around quickly to see who there are, only to find them gone. 'The hell...? I know someone was

there. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, it's happened before.' Sighing I turn around and continue to walk down the

nameless path of fallen autumn leaves.