Hello! Welcome to my first Naruto fanfic. I've decided to do a fanfic based on the anime/TV series. I've also only seen the first 5 episodes, so bear with me. It's not going to be perfect, and it's probably not going to follow the plot line for the first season or two (is there a plot line?). Anyways, enjoy! The character Amaya is mine, her name means night rain in Japanese (I think).

Warning: Attempted suicide in this chapter.

9/30/16 - I started to write this a while ago. Since then, I've watched almost the entire first season. While my knowledge of Naruto has improved immensely, I know that this isn't going to really work out. There's only three members on a squad, no more, no less, so this will be difficult. But I'll try to make it work.

Amaya crept through the quiet streets, careful that her footsteps not make a single sound. She wanted to be a ninja, but she had always been told that she didn't have the right talents, so she observed the training techniques of others and modified them slightly.

Leaping up, she caught onto a metal pole and hoisted herself up. Clinging to it, she shimmied her way across to a rooftop. Jumping silently onto the roof, she made her way to an edge that overlooked onto the entire village. Sitting down, she gazed up at the stars and started to cry. "Why? Why was I saved and forced to relive every awful moment of my life?"

She stood as an idea occurred to her. If she leaped off of this building, she could die. End it all. Walking closer to the edge, she stopped and peered down. The fire in the lanterns of the villagers that were hung throughout the streets dimly lit the main streets, and cast a cozy yet haunting glow on the walls. Creeping even closer to the edge, she took a deep, shuddery breath. This was it. She was tired of being shunned, pushed, spat upon, yelled at, cursed at, hit, and overall, abused. Amaya leaned over the edge and spread her arms open wide as if to hug the sky.

Tipping forward, she inhaled the night air one last time. She began to drop, gaining speed as gravity pulled her toward the earth. Suddenly she lurched, and her fall came to a stop. The aruptness of it caused her to smack painfully against the side of the building.

She hung there over the edge for a long moment, and then she was slowly brought up. Amaya was pulled back over the edge so she was now on the roof. She flopped onto her back like a fish, and a groan escaped her lips. She peered up, and saw a older boy, perhaps five years older than her, leaning slightly over her. The expression on his face was one of boredom and alarm, and he possessed an air of confidence. He had spiky white hair, which was partially contained by a ninja headband. It slanted over his left eye and covered it up, which struck her as odd, because shouldn't you use both eyes to be aware of your surroundings? He also wore a mask that covered the lower half of his face as well as his throat, where it disappeared into the vest.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, until the boy cleared his throat. "What did you think you were doing?" He demanded, leaning over her. She shrank back in fear, for she was already in a vulnerable position.

"I was going to commit suicide, that's what I think I was doing." Then she paused. "Perhaps that is the wrong wording, Spiky. I know that's what I was doing."

A chuckle sounded from his throat, even though this was not an amusing situation. He sat back on his heels, crouched next to her, and eyed her curiously. "Spiky?"

"Yes, Spiky. You haven't told me your name yet, so you might as well have a nickname." She shrugged, getting up. She walked back over to the edge, and 'Spiky' stood up fully, ready to spring if she tried to jump over again.

"You shouldn't have tried to do that." He murmured softly, coming to stand next to her.

"And why not?" She asked. "I have lost my mother, father, brother, two sisters, aunt, uncle, and cousins. I have lost everything. Everything." Tears welled up in her eyes. "No one knows what it is like to live in fear, to watch your family being picked off by a mysterious creature, one by one, until you are the only one left."

He sucked in a breath, horrified by what the girl told him. "Come here, little one." He whispered, and pulled her into a tight embrace. "When life changes to be harder, change yourself to be stronger."

She did not say anything, but instead began to weep softly. But instead of crying alone, calling out to the night sky, she had a shoulder to cry on. Because here was someone, who seemed to understand the agony of what she'd been through.

And on that night, a light rain fell on the village.

There was a new beginning.

This is the tale of Amaya Irtahata, and her story of healing, and the comfort she finds in a new friend; friends, she learns, come from the unlikeliest of places.

Read it if you dare, and go on a journey.