This is a collaborative story between our two rad authors, Freckles and Green. It's a non-romance, so it you're looking for pairings, there shall be none of those here. The story's also on quizilla, username two.missing.nins . We might update there more often.

Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not us.

Part One--ROBIN

The grass sighed as the wind passed though it, and for a second, the rippling ground was all water. In the distance, the plains gave to hills which turned into mountains on the horizon, fading into the fog. A path snaked through the grass and into the nearby woods. A boy-- no, a short-haired girl --walked along the path with startling quiet, away from the village hidden in Stone.

She reached a place where the path branched off into two forks. The girl paused momentarily, and in the quiet of the night, she set off along the southeast prong with her footsteps stirring up little clouds behind her.

i Sloping land, covered in trees. Two dark-clad figures carry a sack between them. A large sack. A wriggling sack. /i

The girl shuddered a little and walked faster, with more urgency. "It's best to head towards the center," she murmured. "And I have at least one goal in the south." She shifted her bag from her left shoulder to her right and slowed down again. Anything else that she may have said was lost in the wind as she passed through the trees and out of sight.

Part Two--LIA

I remember the snow. I was running down to my complex; I remember the snow daisies I had picked for nii-san. I remember that, for some reason, I thinking about sand. There wasn't sand in the village hidden in the Sound, at least not in winter, when snow covered the ground.
Now that I think of it, there wasn't red sand, either.

I stumbled into the house shivering, my teeth chattering. There was a red-haired boy that I had never met before. He was looking at me, and I looked back, then ran behind a couch. I peered at him over the back of my cover. He smiled. I smiled back.

He laughed.

I kept smiling.

I thought he was nice. I held out my flowers to him. He took them, and I was so sure we could be friends. But suddenly, in one liquid motion, he ripped the flowers off of their stems and threw them on the floor, crushing them under his boot.

A tiny gasp escaped my throat on its own accord. He laughed again, but with malice this time. I looked at the flowers. The once-white, beautiful petals were stained red. So were his boots. Actually, a good part of the floor was red. And the splashes on the walls, a few flecks on the ceiling: red. It was all red. I darted past the man whom I had thought was so kind. I saw a mass of black. I thought it was ash, but I didn't see any smoke. Curiosity mixed with my fear, and I stepped closer to the pile.

It wasn't possible! They were all massacred! I could still see traces of our bloodline limit in their dulled eyes.

My name is Tsuchi Lia, and don't even try and mess with me, because I'll mess you up worse.