Hey guys! Yes, I'm not dead! I've just been collecting Naruto stuff and role playing… Anyway, it's been WAAAY to long since I've done any actual writing… And this one seemed so good! I promise that I'll try and update at least once a week! If I don't… heckle me!

Disclaimer: I'll get my buds to do this.

Itachi: Hmph. *drums*

Deidara: Fathom owns nothing about Naruto! Un!

Me: Except for some plushies, DVDs, games… Heheheh…

Deidara: … Un?

Me: Erm, anyway, onto the story!

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It all started when I stepped on my glasses.

"Shit," I mumbled. I was busy pulling my red hair up into my signature look, two pig tails. I quickly did the last one up and picked up the remainders. Shit. They're completely ruined. Luckily I only needed them for reading, but still. I remembered that I had a spare pair lurking in my room, I searched, rummaged and pilged around my room. Then I remembered that those were my spare glasses. I swore again.

I concluded that I needed to get a new pair, and quick, because I had a mission starting in a few hours. So, I strapped my ninja headband around my head.

I looked into my mirror and saw a girl scowling back at me. She wore a black kimono style top, and black pants. Her hair was flame red, her eyes as dark as ebony. Her messy fringe covered her hitai ate, the symbol barely seen.

The symbol of a music note.

Yep, I live in the Sound Village.

I know, every other village goes "Uh no! It's a Sound ninja! She'll kill us because we come from somewhere else! Kage, save us!" Well, not all of us are like that. Take me. I hate fighting. I only became a ninja for the crazy stuff that can happen if you use a jutsu. But my sister on the other hand, whoa. She volunteered for a mission that she knew she will definitely die on, but she still took it. Foolish Tsuki.

Yeah, my sister went to the Chuunin exams and never returned. You know, the one with the bells? I didn't really care, but mom and dad were. They were so upset, they could barely eat.

I locked up, and ventured out into the street. It was sunset, my favourite time of the day. I strode down the street, slipping through the crowd. I wasn't a very good ninja; I could barely do ninjutsu and I nearly break my whole body trying to do tai jutsu. The only technique I could do was gen, and even I wasn't the best at that.

I saw the optometrist shop, and I went inside.

The shop was barely crowded. Because of the recent attack on Konoha, money was tight. I could've participated, but I was simply too lazy to do anything. After all, I'm only one ninja.

I went to a rack, and saw a pair that I immediately liked. The trim was as red as my hair, and the lenses were small, just the way I like it. I picked them up, and saw that they were meant for reading. The price was good as well. I tried them on. They looked really good.

"Those glasses look horrible on you," someone said.

I turned around, anger seeping into my veins. The person who spoke wore a huge pair of glasses, and wore a strange purple outfit. The hitai ate was around hid head. The only thing I liked about him was his hair. It was the colour of stars, pulled back into a short pony tail. Small bangs touched the brim of his glasses. Other than that, I hated the person immediately.

"Well, you could talk. Your ones make your face look like a prune," I retorted.

The man laughed. "Nice comeback. But seriously, don't get them. The colour doesn't suit you, and the small lenses don't emphasis your eyes."

"What's wrong with my eyes?" I nearly shouted. People were giving us looks.

"Nothing. Your eyes are actually really nice. They're a good contrast with your hair. "but those glasses are more meant for fat old ladies who can barely read."

"Well, I like them, and no stranger is going to stop me." I grabbed them, and went to the counter. I quickly paid them and glanced back at the silver haired man. I could barely hear him say the word.

"Ranga."

THAT got me. No one teased my hair. NO ONE.

I stormed out of the shop and trudged back home. People saw that I was angry, so a path was swiftly made.

I unlocked the door and entered my tiny apartment in one swift move, and collapsed on my bed.

Man, I hate stepping on my glasses.

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