This was my second ever Naruto fanfic...I wrote this while writing ((Spin Me Round))

I refuse to put a disclaimer here cause everyone should be bright enough to know that I don't own Naruto. I'm pretty sure that's why this is called FANfiction.

\Part One/

Once there was a time when a horrible sickness spread across the land. Very few got it, for it wasn't a common thing. It was mostly children who got it. Many died through those times and very few survived. I was one of those few children.

It really depended on the person but sometimes you die slowly, not noticing it is killing you, and other times you die quickly. Most people just up and died when they got this horrible disease. I don't know if that disgusting medicine worked but I don't know if I'm dying now or if I'll live till I'm eighty! I have a slight suspicion that it is eating me up inside although I can't feel it.

That's the good part of the disease; you don't feel pain, you just die. Luckily for me, I've lived to be twelve so far.

"Emi!!" Someone was shouting. I recognized that voice. "Emika, get your butt over here!" they shouted again.

"What do you want Miura?" I asked, turning to face my older sister.

"Mother said not to wander off like that," she scolded.

I sighed, "I was just enjoying the fresh air…" I mumbled. Actually it wasn't much of fresh air; it was stale and hard to breath. We were visiting this place again. I remembered the feeling when I was smaller.

"Well who knows what could have happened! Some strange guy pulls you in an alley or something and you have no way to protect yourself!" she scolded again. She sounded way too much like mother.

I turned toward her voice and started walking, my long stick out in front of me. I giggled then, "Oh but there WOULD be someone to protect me!" I said with a silly smile on my face.

"And who would that be?" she asked. I could just imagine her with her hands on her hips.

I giggle again, "My lover!" I shouted and then sighed dreamily for dramatic effect.

"WHAT?!" She shouted.

"Joking, joking, calm down already," I said while rolling my eyes. I made my way towards where she was, my stick tapping the streets in front of me. The disease had sadly taken my eyesight. Well, it came and went whenever it wanted but slowly it was coming less and less.

"I just hope mother doesn't hear that…" Miura mumbled. The two of us made our way to the large summer house my parents had bought when Miura was little. Now that my father had died, my mother had decided to move here permanently.

"Where have you been Emika?" a shrill voice asked. It was her mother, and by the sound of it, she was nervously angry, if there was such a thing.

"I was just getting a feel for the place," I mumbled.

"Don't EVER do that again do you hear me?!" She said as her voice was slowly returning to normal, "You had me worried sick."

"Sorry," I said as I walked upstairs. There was actually a reason why I had gone outside and it wasn't because I wanted the fresh air. What I really wanted was to find the person I spent all summer with the last time I came here, and that was when I was pretty little.

But the odds of finding one person, whom I wouldn't be able to recognize by appearance and whose voice had most likely changed, were a million to one.

As everyone slowly drifted off into a peaceful, stuffy sleep, I crept up on the roof of the old building to get a scent of the familiar night air. I knew it was dangerous to do so because of my crappy vision but what's there to live if you don't take risks?

It was worth it as I lay down under the night sky breathing in deeply. Slowly I fell asleep on the top of the building which proved not to be the smartest thing.

Next Morning…

"Emika!!" Someone was shouting but their voice was faint and sounded far off. I opened my eyes even though there wasn't much use in doing that. I realized where I was when the roof was scorching hot. I attempted to climb down but the tiles were burning to the touch and in the end, I fell.

I screamed as I plummeted to the ground off a three story building. Obviously someone heard me because I landed on something soft but the impact knocked all the air from my lungs.

"Emi, are you alright?!" Miura asked, worry coating her voice, "We were searching forever but we didn't find a trace of you. We were afraid you were kidnapped!"

I rolled my eyes, "And what would anyone do with a twelve year old girl that can't see?" I asked sarcastically and sat up from whatever I landed on.

"Oh come on, nobody could tell at first glance," She said sounding rather bashful, "I mean your eyes aren't pale like they would be if you were born like that."

According to them, my eyes were a brilliant shade of gold that I rarely saw because whenever my vision would come back for an hour or so, I wasn't around a mirror.

Miura sighed when I didn't respond, "Look, mother would kill you if she knew you fell from the roof and she asked me to go shopping today so wanna go with me to escape evil punishment?" she suggested.

I grinned and said, "You evil conniving girl! And you're supposed to set an example for me," I shook my head amused. Miura pressed something long and smooth in my hands and I recognized it at once as my walking stick.

"You didn't change into pajamas last night so you're all ready to go," She said. We set off along the road and I could feel the sun on the back of my neck. "Oh watch out Emi!" she shouted but it was too late as I knocked into someone pretty tall. So much for my walking stick.

"I'm so sorry!" I said. Suddenly something was wrapped around me and I couldn't move.

Read and Review, please! Anything extremely negative will be ignored, any real good advice will be appreciated and considered seriously

-Jen-