Ok XDD um... you don't have to have read my fic, Introduction, to understand this... since it happens before XD so yeah... A look at my OC, Gin's life before leaving the rain village.

Actually, here I'm starting from when Gin was about one XD so it's more about he parents, but anyways:

Naruto: Masashi Kishimoto

"Awwww... Our little Hachiro's all grown up now." The older, dark haired boy said jokingly. His sister nodded.

"Yeah. His first real mission as a chunin!" She ruffled their youngest sibling's dark pink hair playfully. He made a face, and stopped her.

"Neesan, please."

"You're too serious, Hachiro kun." She chided. "Relax."

His brother nodded. "So... What's the mission anyways, little bro?"

"A routine mission to the grass country. Chasing out bandits and whatnot."

"Sheesh, try to contain your excitement." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm staying calm. Isn't that expected of a shinobi? Professionalism?"

"Yeah, but...oh, never mind!"

Hachiro finished saying his goodbyes, and the new, sixteen year old chunin started through the rain, characteristic to Amegakure no sato, towards where the group of ninja he was leaving with had agreed to meet.

A dark green haired man he recognized wave him over, smiling lightly. "Takeshi Sensei," He acknowledged, as he stood next to the jonin who had led his genin team. He surveyed the group of ninja, five chunin, and two jonin, other than Takeshi. They sat, leaned against things, impatiently.

Finally, one of the chunin stood. "Damn it. Arata's late. Again."

"Five bucks says he's running around his house like a maniac trying to pack." A kunoichi commented dryly.

"Hahaha... Like a maniac. Good one."

"That's not funny." Takeshi replied quickly, surprising his student with an unusually sharp tone.

"I'd bet twenty he thinks it's Monday today." The other jonin said, getting to his feet. "Takeshi, you'd better go get him."

He nodded, before taking off through the steady rain. Hachiro, not knowing anyone else particularly well, followed. "Sensei?" He asked, as he caught up with the man, who was walking quickly. "Who's Arata, Sensei?"

"Baikan Arata... He's a friend of mine, Hachiro kun."

"You've never mentioned him before, sensei."

"Hachiro... you see...Arata is..." His voice trailed off, and he suddenly smiled. "Ah, we're here."

Takeshi had stopped in front of a small, average looking house. Hachiro noted that he had probably passed it hundreds of times, going from missions or to the academy. His sensei quickly hopped up the steps outside and knocked on the door curtly.

A small, blue-grey haired woman answered the door, holding a child, perhaps a year old, in her arms. "Miu San," Takeshi started.

She sighed, smiling. "You're here about Arata, I imagine." She turned, and called to what appeared to be an empty living room. "Arata! It's Takeshi!"

There was no movement for a moment, before a tall man, with black hair that fell into his steely grey eyes, ade ridiculously off-balance by the travel backpack, and heavy metal weapon he wore, hopped down the stairs on one foot, trying desperately to pull a sandal on his other, to a chant of: "Damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit,damnit..."

"Arata!" His wife whispered harshly, covering their child's ears. "The baby!"

Arata didn't respond directly, but the word immediately changed to "darn it." Miu rolled her eyes.

Arata stopped at the foot of the stairs, his fight with the sandal at an end. "Sorry buddy," He started, grinning genuinely at Takeshi. "When I woke up, I thought it was Monday or something." Hachiro raised an eyebrow. The jonin was breathing heavily, indicating that he had, in fact, been running around the house like a maniac. He stopped. The child's eyes were locked on him, in what appeared to be fascination...

Takeshi chuckled. "That's what we'd thought. Come on."

Arata started for the door, turning, and giving his wife a hug, and small peck on the cheek. "Bye, honey."

"Arata... Be careful."

"When aren't I?" He said happily. "And Gin chan..." He leaned down to his small daughter's level . "You be a good girl for mommy, while Daddy's out kicking a- "

"Arata!"

"Oh, right..." He said, sheepishly, catching himself before he finished the sentence. "Anyway... I guess I should be going... I'll be back soon!"

Arata stepped outside, into the rain, and followed Takeshi back to the meeting place. Hachiro lingered a second longer, and as the door closed, caught one last glimpse of two, large grey eyes, staring at him... He shook his head as the door finally shut, and ran to catch up with the two jonin.

Thanks for reading! XD there's probably some stuff in there that will make sense later n.n;; anyways! thank you! please review, and have a nice day!