Hello everyone! My name is Dragoness17 and I'll be your writer this evening! Cheesy I know… I am the other half of the 2mindsRhere team and I have finally decided to get off my lazy behind and write something. Anyway, this is the first story that I have ever had the inspiration to keep writing and the guts to put up for people to read. I would appreciate it very much if you all could review so I know what needs work. I 'm VERY paranoid about letting my OCs develop into Mary-Sues as well as letting the plot run away to hide in a dark abyss. I'm also concerned about the punctuation (commas are evil) and flow of the piece. Please be nice! This story will most definitely be long with many chapters but I hope to get it done sometime before the end of the summer (probably won't happen but a girl can dream). SO! This chapter is short but I hope to lengthen the chapters as I figure out what the heck I'm doing.

Ok then! On with the story! (I'm sorry… I ramble sometimes…) -.-u

OH! Almost forgot. I do not own Naruto. Kishimoto does because he put his blood, sweat and tears into what the franchise is today. For that I applaud him! (Sorry, rambling… I'm ADD you'll have to excuse me.) NOW on with the story!

Can you see me?

Chapter 1

It was a peaceful morning in Konohagakure. The sun was just barely peeking over the trees chasing away the cool night with a faint heat felt on every surface its light touched. The birds, which had been up even before the slightest hint of sunlight, now sang their fancies with redoubled efforts. The creatures of the forest stirred, contributing to the buzz of the awakening woods. Northeast of the Hokage monument, situated within the trees not so far away from the main village, was a small cottage. It was a simple place, suited to comfortably house only one or two people. Only one individual inhabited the old house, a girl by the name of Naomi currently twelve years of age, and about to begin the life of a shinobi.

However, said girl was oblivious to the awakening of the world as she was too busy snoring, buried underneath the covers of her bed. The light of the morning sun filtered in through a window seat at the far end of the room, illuminating the space with a soft glow. The whole house was quiet, seemingly asleep along with its owner. Suddenly, the sleepy atmosphere of the house was shattered as loud, obnoxious buzzing erupted throughout the girl's room, as well as some of the surrounding area. The bundle of fabric twitched, the snoring halted with one final snort, and Naomi finally began the painful struggle of removing herself from her bed.

After wrestling her way out of the blankets, Naomi scrambled to the opposite wall of her room and blindly fumbled with the switches to her alarm. Once the demonic clock was silenced, Naomi stretched, nearly fell over, and cracked just about every joint possible. She sighed, not feeling the least bit more awake as she trudged to the closet to pick out her clothes for the day. She rubbed her face in an attempt to chase the fog from her mind, and then shuffled into her bathroom, mumbling nonsensical things about wanting more sleep.

She allowed herself to take a rather long shower, letting the hot water soothe her nerves for the coming day. Noticing her fingers had gotten wrinkly, she got out of the shower and picked up a comb to begin the arduous task of detangling her dark brown hair. Once done, she pulled the shoulder length strands into a neat bun on the left side of her head, pinning her side swept bangs so they wouldn't be in her face when her hair dried. She walked out of the bathroom and changed into her clothes before grabbing her ninja gear and walking down the hall to the kitchen. Before she made it there though, she caught sight of a wall clock and made a mad dash to her refrigerator. She grabbed a piece of cinnamon bread, stuffed it in her mouth, and hightailed it to the front door.

Naomi paused with her hand on the doorknob, getting a distinct feeling that she was forgetting something. She gasped, realizing what it was and sprinted back to her bedroom. She nearly swung the door off its hinges as she burst into her room, danced around her bed to her bedside table and grabbed her new headband, tying it around her waist as she sped out of the house.