Utau looked at the tree that was scarred and scratched from the training session. Utau sighed. Not only did she have school for six hours, she finished two laps around the school, and just finished training, and judging by how dusk it is, she can only imagine the time.

Utau sighed again, grabbed her kunai and started to walk back towards her house.

Utau opened the door to find it completely dark. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Utau shouted. Utau went to the kitchen, turned on the lights, to find a paper on the cabinet.

Utau picked it up and begun to read:

"Dear Utu sorry but your father and I received an urgent mission. There's money on your bed for food, and other things. This mission shouldn't last longer than a few weeks. The neighbors will check on you a few times a week. Good luck begin a Genin, we know you'll be great. Love Mom and Dad."

Utau sighed. "Why am I NOT surprised? I barely see them anyway. I practically live on my own." Utau mumbled.

Utau's Mom and Dad were ANBU and they were constantly on missions. They stay home for a day, and then leave for weeks. Utau didn't even remember the last time the three of them celebrated her birthday as a family. For Utau her birthday was just another day of the week, which was another week of a month, which was another month in a year.

Utau crumbled the piece of paper to a ball and threw it away in the trashcan. Utau walked back upstairs to see $500 on her bed. Utau sighed and put it in her nightstand.

Over the years her parents left her $500 each time they went away. Over the years she saved and now has over $5000.

Utau's room was plain. It had tan walls with a single picture of her family, with her older sister, who now was a missing ninja. She had a queen sized bed with purple sheets. A brown nightstand where her alarm clock and a porcelain doll were on top, and inside was where she kept her journal, with a lock, and her money. She had a brown dresser which had clothes neatly folded inside, and on top she had jewelry box, and a picture of her best friend who died last year. There was a brown desk with a purple lamp on top. There was a wall mirror, and a closet.

Utau went inside the bathroom, took a shower, brushed her teeth and hair, and walked back inside her room. Utau walked over to her family picture. Utau glared at her older naïve sister. "You're so stupid, leaving your family for freedom, a true disgrace to the Usuagi clan."

FLASHBACK

"Don't go Onee-san!" A five year old Utau shouted at her older sister named Rima.

Rima turned around and ran back to Utau giving her a hug. "I'm sorry Imouto but big sister needs some freedom from this clan. Mom and Dad are putting too much pressure on me. Become the best ninja for Onee-san, okay?" Utau nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks. "Don't cry Imouto, I'll be back."

And with that, Utau never saw her sister again . . . Or at least not in person. A week later she saw wanted posters of her around Konoha.

FLASHBACK OVER

Utau glared at the picture. Utau looked at her reflection in the mirror. How she hated how she looked, it was a perfect replica of her sister. She had golden blonde hair that went to her hips, which she normally kept in pigtails, light violet eyes, pale skin except her cheeks which had hints of pink. Her lips a rosy color. She was skinny from the constant training, and was 5'2 for her age, which were thirteen.

Utau climbed in bed and went asleep.

NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL
Utau had her eyes on the board, her elbows on her desk, and her chin resting on top of her intertwining fingers. She was trying to block off the noise from the screaming fan girls, key word, TRYING! Do you know how hard that is with their screeching and or giggling? No? Good. You're lucky.

Suddenly she heard the door bang open and Ino and Sakura walk in. Sakura walked right up to Sasuke and started asking if she could sit next to him. Then came Ino, and if that wasn't bad enough basically all the other girls did too. Utau rolled her eyes and continued to look at the board.

She then heard gasps and she turned around to see Naruto and Saskue . . . KISSING? Utau smirked and had to put her hand over her mouth from bursting out laughing.

The fan-girls then started to hit him. Poor boy. . .