Well, this is my first story. I don't mind flames as long as you can prove your right. If not, don't say anything in the first place. Ok? Good. I'm a very straightforward and really hyper author so I'm sorry in advance if I'm brash. But please read and enjoy.
I do not own Naruto sadly... Otherwise I'd be married to Gaara and Kit will be with Naruto and Sasuke at the same time.
Prologue
Welcome, to Dementia High School for the Equally Gifted!
50 meter high walls of fire have a tendency to keep people inside or out. In my case inside. This place is supposedly a school for the supernaturally gifted when in fact its just a place for rich politicians and influential people to dump off their dirty little secrets. Like me. Like Hina. Like Ino. Like all of us actually. And everything will only get worse.
The circular building in the centre of the school is painted black one side and the other side is painted red. This is the dorms for the students. The black for the boys and the other side is obviously for the girls. Here there is one rule enforced with an iron grip: the boys are not allowed to see the girls once they entered their dorms and vice versa. Even Ino obeys this law…
There are large fields for fruits and vegetables with a sort of gym area or dealings square separating the two fields to the left hand side of the buildings. On the right hand side there is a large barn for the livestock to sleep in with a large pond for fish and a lake for swimming. The livestock graze on the grass nearest to the wall, that's where the grass is most abundant. Barely 50 meters away are the battle grounds. Here we fight out our differences and determine the feeding chain. This place is just as often used by the kids as the next place.
The infirmary on the other hand…
Red. Red as blood coursing through peoples veins. The dull grey of the building, the size of an average house, shyly peeks through the red. The inside walls that once shone mint green is now a rusted brown with tattered bronze equipment. To say this building is overused by the students is an understatement. The cracked walls revealing the pain felt in that place for centuries.
But it seems our current state is about to change with HIS arrival, we just need to find out for the better or worst…