Scene 1:It was late afternoon when Hanakura had reached her special training area she had found earlier. It always had places to explore and things to do. She stood there for a moment, taking in all of the fresh air. Then, something unusual happened. A figure stood there, his faced shrouded by the dark shadows. "Who are you?" Hanakura asked, suspiciously. "That is of no importance now" the figure replied, his voice deep, and yet smooth and rough at the same time. "You are being recruited for a special organization. Report to this spot at exactly 2:00 in three days"

Before she had time to ask anything, the dark figure had already disappeared. "That was weird" she thought.

Scene 2: The days passed by like an eternity. What organization? Who was the figure? Why her? Why now? So many questions, with no answers that seemed to be coming soon. She walked along the path, tracing the directions in her head with each turn. She stared at the ground as she walked. Suddenly a huge shadow came across the ground. She look up, but saw nothing but a door. " A new thing that brings 1,000 more questions" she though. She sighed as she walked toward the door. "Nothing to do now but go in" she said aloud. "Wait." a new voice said. Hanakura turned around. "Oh! It's you! What are you doing here?" It was Kakashi. " I know of this door, of this place you are about to enter, but I also know the dangers of crossing a barrier between dimensions and time itself... Just promise me you won't be separated from him."He finished. "With who? Who can't I be separated from?" Shed asked. "All in due time"Kakashi answered "All in due time"

Scene 3:Kakashi disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Hanakura stared at the door for a while, mentally taking note of every noticeable detail. It white a bright yellowish-white with moldings of a vine with the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. "I wonder what it is" she thought. She stepped toward the door, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement. Slowly, she reached her hand out, grasped the handle and walked in.

Scene 4: Whatever it was behind the door, Hanakura couldn't see it. There was a blinding light coming from seemingly nowhere, but strangely, it felt comfortable, loving even. As the door closed, the light receded, showing her what was there. It was a room of the same color as the door, made of marble, as Hanakura thought. She looked around the room, there seemed to be nothing there, except for a platform at the back, sort of revealing a stage. Then, a hand grasped her shoulder.