Summary: Dying and getting thrown into another world can be really liberating, especially if it's the world of Naruto. Just imagine the possibilities, with the future knowledge you would have to boot, they are truly endless. Or so you thought. A story in which our OC has to fix the Naruto timeline but ends up becoming a little too preoccupied trying to survive one of the deadliest destinies in the Naruto world.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Warning: Rated T for violence, language, and suggestive adult themes.

To Save a Story

by Portraits of Others

Chapter 1

"What time is it, Haru?"

"We only have about twenty more minutes until geography class, if that's what you're asking," I answered knowingly. I had never met anyone that loathes academics as much as Marco. Not that I was a huge fan, mind you. But it has never been that difficult, so as long as I didn't have to put too much of my time into it I didn't mind it. We were still in our second year of high school, and I had promised myself to really care about school when we were in our last year, so I had time to not care that much for a little less than a year at least.

We were eating our lunches in our homeroom with a few other friends. Not usual for us, but it was raining like hell outside. It was a Tuesday if I'm not mistaken. A normal Tuesday, one of many I had with my friends at my former school.

I died that Tuesday.

It was the stupidest death too. "I'm going to perform a magic trick for you lads," Ken, another of our friends, announced. "You all seem a little too down." He had always had a flair for the theatrical, so I wasn't alarmed when he said that. I was too calloused to his antics at that point.

Ken stuck a pencil in the table and proclaimed, "I'm going to make this pencil disappear." Now, I knew that line. And it vaguely tickled the 'Of fuck!' alarms in my brain but I was so used to ignoring him when he went all diva that I continued to look at my phone. He slowly circled the desk and approached me from behind. I like to think that he indeed had a plan to not actually kill me: taking the pencil out of the way on time; shoving my head down just beside the pencil; anything. I have no idea though because the last thing I remember was him saying "TA DA!" in a playful voice and then… nothing.

Not nothing, really. I was super pissed, so I knew it wasn't t nothing. It couldn't be since I had feelings, annoying though they were. But who wouldn't be raging if your friend 'joker-ed' you as a prank and ended up actually killing you. Kudos to him though, it must have looked just like the movie scene.

So there I was. Floating in darkness. I have no idea how long I was there for. It didn't feel like a long time but the concept of time seemed so distant in that place that it could have been a second, five minutes, 10 years. Honestly, I have no clue. I was very surprised, then, when I started feeling something tug on me. I didn't have a body to be tugged, so I can only imagine it was my consciousness or my mind that was being sucked into some sort of void.

I know for a fact that people would never believe me if they knew how reincarnation works. Not the whole being in a black endless space with no notion of time. That seems pretty standard. But the sound it made when I was dumped into my new body… that was really unexpected.

'BOINK'

And I had a body again. And boy was that body sore and messed up. When I came to I was in the middle of what I can only describe as a war zone during the middle ages. All around me small houses and huts were burning up, people were dying or dead in the streets and the smell of it all attacked me fiercely. Confused doesn't do justice for what I was. 'Where the fuck am I?' I thought to myself. 'Why is everything burning and HOLY SHIT why am I a child?' 10/10 don't recommend being in that situation.

I tried to take some time to analyze my immediate surroundings. I was in some sort of alley or what passed by it in this little village. There was a woman by me. Dead, unfortunately. I could tell she had been young and beautiful, with a kindly face to top. She was tall and had very well defined features with an almost regal or aristocratic look, which was weird since she was wearing very simple and peasant-like clothes. She had fiery red hair and died with a smile or her face. Respect for that.

The woman seemed vaguely familiar to me, but at the same time, I was sure I had never met her before so I ignored it.

That went through my mind in less than a couple of seconds, and I knew I had to get out of there as soon as possible if I didn't want to burn alive or suffocate on carbon monoxide. I looked across the alley that went by what I could only assume was one of the main streets of this place and planned to dash all the way out of the village. The place was small enough that through the smoke I could see the end of the houses. Total failure, that plan was. As soon as I ducked out of the alley I was picked up by the back of my collar by what it seemed at that time to be a giant hand, place into the shoulders of some guy and carried off to God knew where. I think my new little body wasn't able to handle all that smoke, so while being almost lulled by the up and down motion of my savior/captor- I really didn't know at that point- I went to sleep. My last conscious thought was that the man carrying me was running a little too fast by any human measures, but I rationalized that the toxic smoke had gotten to me and 'never minded' it.

When I woke up next I was in some sort of open carriage about a mile out of the village, overlooking it atop a cliff. There were several other children in the carriage, together with a few ragged women and even fewer men. Everyone one of them, and I could only assume me as well, covered in soot and a few burn marks. Thankfully I didn't feel like I had burned myself but it could have been just the shock of being in that situation. The people around me were definitely not speaking English but for some reason, I could understand them.

"It was Iwa, I'm sure of it."

"What are we going to do now?"

"How could they attack our village like this. We are not even close to the border."

That and a few other scraps of conversation gave me a less than ideal but better than nothing picture of what had happened. The village was attacked by foreign forces and we were the only ones to scape. Not many of us, about 40, according to a lightly burned man. There was another carriage behind ours filled with people too. The majority in both vehicles were children, which were probably the priority to whoever saved us while killing the adults must have been the number one goal for the assailants.

What did a number on me though, was the answer to my mental question of 'Who saved us.' Approaching our carriage from the side and circling towards the back was a very average looking male. Nothing really stood out from him. The only thing that caught my eyes was the distinct uniform he wore. Navy blue, somewhat baggy pants, a long sleeve shirt of the same color, and a green flak jacket that any Naruto fan could pick off from a mile away. To top it all of, of course, a Konoha headband adorned his forehead.

'No. Fucking. Way,' I thought, stunned. That guy is either a very good cosplayer or a real fire-breathing shinobi. My obvious suspicions were confirmed when the people in the carriage just took his appearance in stride. Like it was expected to come face-to-face with a ninja. Now that I focused on them I could see that there were several other shinobi around ours and the other carriage. I was so shocked that I only caught part of what he said.

"-out parents younger than eight will go to orphanages just outside Konoha. There you will be cared for, given education, and offered an opportunity to study in the village once you turn eight," he said with a voice that screamed boredom. The ninja proceeded to distribute a few edibles and water bottles to the battered survivors and we were soon being carted off.

My whole time in the carriage was spent coming to grips with my new situation. I had died, which was… charming. Then I had been reborn as a little kid into what was certainly the Naruto world. And of course, I couldn't have been reborn into a nice clan in the village, or at least a good little civilian family. No, it had to be in an orphan boy in the middle of a battle zone. Fan-frickin-tastic. 'Well, at least it wasn't Kiri or Iwa,' I relented.

'Just focus on going to the orphanage, surviving for a few years, then going to the academy, training like a mad man and becoming a sick ass shinobi,' I calmed myself with images of me throwing around all sort of jutsu around. There is an inexplicable romance quality in being in a world where that kind of thing is actually possible. To sum it up, it was just so fucking cool. That is, when you don't think of the part that the majority of shinobi don't make it to their 30th birthday. MEH. Whatever. I've died before, not much sense in dwelling on it now.

It was while the battle of 'Cool ass jutsu' and 'high mortality rates' was going on in my head that we arrived into another town. We didn't stay there for long. Most of the adults left and a few of the children went with them. Probably with their parents or family members. I didn't really recognize any of them which was weird since I had some of this body's abilities, namely understanding of the language. I had some of its memories too, but they were very hazy and no faces or names came up in particular. Not even this body's. Mine, I guess.

Once that was done we set off again. I tried talking with a few of the other children but most were either sleeping or in shock. Like it or not, they were still children so I couldn't fault them for that.

The rest of the journey was uneventful and so very long. It took us the rest of the day and the whole night to arrive at our destiny. A decent looking three-story building that sprawled in the back of a valley. Stunning looking view to be honest. It wouldn't have been half bad to spend my childhood before going to Konoha there. The passing of our care between the Leaf ninja and the caretakers was quick and streamlined as if the coming of new children like this wasn't unusual. Makes sense too. Lots of death in this universe also meant lots of orphans.

There is no real highlight of my time in the orphanage. I was given a room to share with three other boys and was told the schedule by the matron of the place. I did found out some extremely important information while I was there though.

First, I got to look at my new body for the first time. Nothing to write home about, except for my eyes. No, I wasn't packing any Doujutsu. At least from what I could tell. I did have one green and one blue eye though. +10 badass points for heterochromia. I also had spiky reddish-brown hair and was as scrawny as a kid could get. It was good to know what you look like, for sure. Although it was a little unsettling to see myself as a kid.

Second, one of the older kids that came with our batch recognized me and told the caretakers I was around three years old and had recently gone into the village. That was good because I had no idea. Unfortunately, he didn't know much besides that. He tried to remember, a little too hard too, but apparently, while the answer was at the tip of his tongue he just couldn't come up with it.

And third, and perhaps most important in my opinion. I overheard some staff members saying how they were going to Konoha for the yearly Kyuubi defeat celebration and 'Oh how three years go by fast.'

Now that was some juicy information to have.

I was exhilarated. Not only was I here, in this world, but I was the same age as Naruto and the rest of the Rookie Nine. Fucking. Lucky. Besides the dying part to get here, obviously. Still, all I could think was how I would use my knowledge of the future to change things, to save people. How I could tell the Hokage, at least when I could find a way to prove it to him, about what is going to happen and how to stop it. Sure, I knew I had to be careful and not change too much or meddle in pivotal events lest the knowledge becomes useless, but still, a lot could be done.

Well, all that planning went to shit about two weeks later.

I was told to line up with the new kids in the mess hall right after we woke up. The senior residents of the orphanage were sent back to their rooms while we stood there. I quickly became extremely apprehensive when a trio of masked individuals came through the large double doors. The matron escorted them towards us and gestured. "Thas' all the new ones for ya. As you can see, not much to look at this lot," she said dismissively.

I had the impression that she was purposefully downplaying us as if she was trying to tell them we wore not what they were after.

It didn't take me long to figure out who they were and what they wanted with us. Three masked shinobi with animal features on their masks, black overcoats, and were after children. Only one name matched that description. Root.

Shitless. I got scared shitless. If there was one person I wanted to avoid during my time in Konoha, especially as a child, was Danzo. That old goat is a grade A motherfucker and I wanted nothing to do with him. So naturally, I hunched in on myself and plastered the most innocent non-shinobi material face I could scrounge on the fly. Some of the other kids tried to stuff out their chests and look tall and defiant to get the attention of the ninjas. They really didn't know what they were dealing with here.

The dog-masked Foundation member who appeared to be the leader of their small band took a few minutes looking to each of us.

"This one, the tall one in the back, and that one," he decided. I don't think I had ever heard a more monotone voice in my life(ves). Of course, as luck would have it, I was one of the chosen three. The last one too, just to give me hope I wouldn't be picked.

Great. No, PERFECT.

I just got in this world and already I was on my way to becoming a mindless drone.

The matron came towards us and hurried us to get our things. She seemed flustered and saddened. I doubt she knows what Root really is or what we would actually do there, but I'm sure she knows we are on our way to becoming child soldiers. Not that it is uncommon in this universe the existence of child soldiers, but to become Anbu you have to be specifically hardened and groomed to the shinobi world and she knew enough to look at us with pity in her gaze.

"Be good with the Ninja-san, okay", she tried to sound cheerful. Even her drawl wasn't as intense as it usually was. She knew the seriousness of the situation. "I'm sure you will all be great Konoha shinobi the next time I see you."

I know for a fact that six weeks into our training the two other children would most definitely never see her again.

Long story short we went with the three Root agents. I had no doubt in my mind that they were Danzo's men. I had accepted it. Did I rage internally because I had to go with them? Sure. A lot? Maybe. Did I cry a little when I got to my room and started packing my things? Obviously not, it was just dusty and it got into my eyes. I just knew it was futile though. They were, for some reason, interested in me. What was a 3yo orphan going to do? I couldn't ask for help to anyone. At this point in the timeline, Root was still a sanctioned force and the matron surely couldn't tell off the ninja. Escaping was also out of the equation. Not only did I not have any opportunities during the trip to Konoha, but even if I did, how could I escape three trained Anbu. Frankly, I was resigned to my fate. I did try to look for chances on our way to the Foundation base but there isn't such a thing as a distracted Root Anbu. Besides, as soon the Village Hidden in the Leaf's walls came into view we were promptly knocked out by our escorts and any chance to call for help went out of the window.

Clearly being knocked out or passing out in this world is way more common than in my previous. I can't remember a single instance where either of those things happened to me in my past life. Thus I wasn't nearly as surprised as I thought I would be when I woke up in a dimmed lit room sitting on a metal chair that I now know was purposefully built to be uncomfortable.

The two other children were sitting to my left in similar chairs. We weren't restricted or anything, but I doubt escape was a possibility anyways so I stayed put. The room was fairly small. Not enough to be cramped but definitely on the small side. The walls were gray and bare of any decorations. Not that I expected a nice bucolic painting in a Root base room but they sure were depressing.

I was startled out of my reverie when my walking nightmare came through the wooden door. Danzo, in all his splendor, walked in flanked by two Anbu. I was curious to know if his bodyguards already were Fuu and Torune but I doubted very much. Especially since they probably weren't even that old at this point. But in any instance, with the sketchy company Danzo keeps I wouldn't think his security personnel would stay alive for more than a decade.

"The three of you work for me now," Danzo monotoned. I guess his operatives had to get that from someone. "You will be trained in all ninja arts to be my tools in the constant war to protect Konoha."

'As charming as in the anime,' I thought.

"You will be made into perfect shinobi. To do that, emotions must be erased," Danzo said flatly. "They are a weakness, and weaknesses have no place in the heart of a tool."

"Konoha has become soft in the reign of Sarutobi, and you are the seeds that will help me to once again bring our village to the right path," Danzo continued his monologue.

'Man, he has to have serious skill in rationalizing all he does with the kids he brings in as a 'way to help Konoha',' I thought with distaste. This motherfucker had the gall to preach about protecting the village when I knew he was behind the Suna/Oto invasion during the Chūnin Exams. He was the one that not only stayed hidden underground with his shitty ass Anbu when Konoha was getting destroyed but also provided Orochimaru with the intelligence to breach the barrier around the village. Proper prick he is.

I noticed that the two boys were pretty ecstatic with the situation. I doubt they got it that when he said our emotions would be erased, he meant 'Yeah you're gonna become mindless drones that have to kill your best friend.' They would learn though. Sooner or later.

I was beginning to think our little visit with the devil was done for now, but alas, Danzo had one last surprise for us. Something that until then I had forgotten, even after I was picked out by the Root Anbu at the orphanage.

Danzo walked up to me first. He took me by the chin and I was forced to turn my gaze to him. I tried to look as indifferent as possible. I had already decided that if I wanted to survive in his hands I had to play the part. I was determined to do what I had to do to either wait it out until I had the chance to escape once I was let out for missions and what not, or at the very least I knew that he would die eventually. Though that was very far away in the timeline and I really did not want to wait more than 10 years to be free.

So after a good minute of staring into his eyes while he analyzed my face, my head, and my scrawny body, he cupped my cheeks forcing my mouth open and brought his right hand into what I thought was one the most common hand-seals, at least within the one-handed ones. After concentrating for a few seconds, Danzo started drawing in the air. His fore and middle finger were lit with a blue shine while he moved, leaving an afterimage of a blue blur. After a few moments a symbol with five lines that reminded me of a drawing of a crow, with the bottom two being broken in half, solidified in the air.

"Cursed Tongue Eradication Seal," Danzo intoned with as much emotion as I had heard from him until then, before placing both his fingers right in the middle of my tongue.

I was really expecting to feel my tongue burning for a bit or at least some sort of pain. It's just the kind of thing you expect to come out of Danzo, I guess. Still, while it didn't hurt, it was like I felt a blanket settle over top me. It covered my whole body. It didn't weight anything, and after a while, the feeling disappeared, but if I concentrated enough on it I could feel it restricting me.

From what I remembered, this seal would impede me from speaking anything related to Danzo or Root. I'm not sure if it was anything in particular, like any incriminating facts, but I knew that talking about him was dangerous now. The seal would paralyze me completely, taking my ability to speak or move.

After the two other boys were branded we were escorted to our new happy abode where we shared a room with two other new arrivals. Each of us had a bunk bed and a trunk for keeping our things. Not that I expected to actually have any sort of privacy now, but it was good having the illusion of what that trunk and that bed represented for me. A little safe haven.

Fuck me was I wrong.

On the way to my new room, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. We passed through two different halls. All dimmed lit with no decorations and high ceilings with different sized pipes running along them. We passed numerous rooms before getting to ours. A few were double doored and looked a tad more special than the others, but since I couldn't know what was behind them I tried to stow my curiosity away.

It didn't take long for our 'training' to start. I say training but conditioning was truly the better word.

The first week was not too bad. We were put through several tests with seven other groups of five children each. Two of these groups seemed to be of just girls. The ages varied from the oldest kids being around 7yo to youngins like me. I doubted that even a third of the kids would make it all the way to being a full-on Root Anbu. If I'm not mistaken only a fifth did, by the way.

The tests on the first and second day consisted of blood screenings, and hair, stool, and urine samples. I wasn't sure what they were testing us for. I imagined they had a way to identify Kekkei Genkai, but if that is what they were after they didn't mention it to us. Most of the adults, the ones assigned to us at least, barely talked and would only give one-word answers to our questions or dispense simple orders.

The rest of the week we had physical after physical tests. I imagine that happened because some kids might already have some sort of training and they wanted to find out our skill level. They would test our flexibility, our strength, endurance, stamina, even how long we could spend underwater. The only thing I had going for me during the physical tests was my stamina though. After the weeks in the orphanage, I had a lot of energy and I tried to compensate for my lack of real skills with that. Plus, I was pretty coordinated for a 3yo. Having a 15yo mind helps you with that.

It was certainly weird though. I could feel the difference between this body and my original one. Of course, the other was taller and older and whatever. But this little kid's flesh bag was strong. Definitely stronger than normal for a 3yo child. At least compared to an average child in my old world. I chalked it up to chakra, naturally. At that point, I was barely aware of its existence. I couldn't really feel it or conjure it or anything but given my knowledge, I knew that it was there and that it was the thing that powered the humans in this place.

Thankfully, they had mental and intelligence tests for us too. I don't think they reeeeally cared about the mental tests. It's not as if they didn't have a troupe of sociopaths, psychopaths, and emotionally scarred people already walking around here, so I doubt they would be discouraged if a few of us already came with factory defects. I also doubt it was considered a defect here.

When the intelligence tests came through, I knew I had to do something. Like it or not, I had to stand out. I couldn't become Root cannon fodder. I was here already, and I doubt I had any escaping chance, so I might as well use the abilities they would provide me with. So, in order to be noticed, I had to show them what's up. And nothing shows people what's up more than a 3yo little genius.

I was brought into a stark room with two of the famed metal chairs, one on each side of a wooden table and was told to wait by my masked escort who soon after left. I considered that the test had already begun, so I got up and made a show of analyzing the table, searching for something on its underside and doing the same with the chairs. I walked to the only other piece of furniture, a bookcase nailed to the wall and investigated it the same way. I decided to pick up one of the books that, by the dust accumulated on it truly displayed how it was only for show and plopped down on the chair facing the door. A show of being in control, really. Not sitting on the chair they expected me to. The one that would have me with my back to the door.

So I wasn't surprised when a minute later someone appeared at the door. To my surprise, or not so much since he would be able to know what I was doing while inside, a Hyuuga was to be the one to evaluate me. I guessed it made sense though. Root was only disbanded after the Uchiha massacre and Danzo could still recruit through normal means. Though he clearly didn't keep only to them.

"Hello, Hyuuga-san. Please, sit" I urged him. A little bold on my part. Maybe a little too much for my own good but I had a strategy and planned to keep it.

"Hello," the Hyuuga Anbu said. "Kai, isn't it?" he asked while leafing through some papers on a clipboard which I assumed had my information. He also didn't seem too conditioned compared to the others I had met there, though I couldn't be sure since in the show Sai was capable of some pretty convincing fake smiles. I didn't think so, to be honest. This was pre-disbanded Root after all and I very much doubted that even Danzo could get his hands on a Hyuuga child and condition him too easily. This man was probably recruited through regular Anbu selection methods. Refreshing, really.

Oh, yeah, so that was my name now, Kai. I didn't choose it or anything. It is just the name that was assigned to me on my first day. They didn't even bother asking me if I already had one, just said that I was Kai from then on and that was that. It wasn't too bad though. The name was alright and frankly, I was A-okay with Danzo not knowing my real name. I would revert to Haru whenever I got out of this place.

"Yes," I answered simply. Had to remind myself that, intelligent or not, I had to play the drone part. Even if the true conditioning had not started yet the sooner I showed myself as shinobi material the better.

"Okay then, Kai-san," the man said. He was the perfect picture of a Hyuuga. Calm and dignified, with the long straight bluish-black hair and silver eyes. Though kindly, his face gave nothing away. He was Anbu after all.

"Do you know what we are doing today?" He asked with something of a too patronizing tone for my taste, but he did see me as a 3yo like it or not.

I nodded at him and to start my showing off performance, replied as well articulated as possible, "After our physical and psyche tests, I suspect we will be doing some sort of intelligence evaluation now."

"I would guess you are planning on giving me an IQ test, then maybe follow it up with a few seemingly routine questions where I had to, in fact, find some deeper meaning in them. Read between the lines. To assess if I could look underneath the underneath."

Priceless. The look on his face absolutely priceless. I wished it was Danzo sitting there opposite me. I doubt Danzo would have even paused, he was that good of course, but it would certainly leave an impression on him. The Hyuuga Anbu tried to betray as little as possible too, but his eyes widened a little too much and his eyebrows went half-way up his forehead. Only for a second though, then he quickly did a double take and re-assumed his gentle yet indifferent mask, but that had been enough.

He had come in thinking he was going to have to talk with a snot-nosed 3yo who was probably still shaken by his family's death. Caught off guard was an understatement.

"That was very well put, Kai-san," He tried to recover whatever control he thought he had on the conversation. "Anyways, let me introduce myself then. My name is Hinoshi Hyuuga. And you are correct, I will be doing your intelligence evaluation today," Hinoshi said still a little perplexed.

"As you concluded, here is an IQ test for you to complete," he pulled out three pieces of paper stapled together. "After you finish we wi-" Hinoshi wasn't allowed to finish as someone abruptly opened the door. The blonde Iryo-nin I recognized as being one of the staff present during our health evaluations stood at the open door. She quickly stole a glance at me before settling on the Hyuuga.

"Hinoshi-san, I need a word… immediately," she emphasized.

"Of course," Hinoshi stammered. "I will be right back then, Kai-san. Why don't you work on that test while I'm out."

He seemed a little nervous, but I could barely blame him. That female Iryo-nin was properly conditioned and for her to be so hasty would leave me worried if I was her target too.

"Hai," I replied simply.

Hinoshi hurriedly left and I turned towards the IQ test. It was no big deal and seemed very similar to the ones I had taken in my other life. The only difference was the context of the questions, all of them being ninja related. But it looked to measure my logical, strategic, and analytical thinking. It also had short-term memory demanding questions and a few spatial recognition ones. All of them were basics of these sort of tests.

It's worth pointing out that it was a test tailor-made for children. While some questions could get a little challenging, since they not only wanted to differentiate the more intelligent kids from the less so ones, but they also wanted to tell the intelligent from the geniuses, I still didn't have much trouble answering any of the questions. I certainly was no genius but I also wasn't a child. Well, mentally at least.

By the time Hinoshi Hyuuga came back, looking a little flustered too, I was done with the test. He quickly took his seat across from me and after confirming I was done took my test.

He skimmed through the pages and I was sure I could see some surprise in his eyes, which was great for my much needed daily ego boost, and quickly put away the papers inside a plastic folder.

"Well, Kai-san," he paused for a bit, "procedure dictates me that since you were able to see through the reason for the follow-up questions they become, basically, obsolete," Hinoshi explained to me. Thankfully his patronizing tone was long gone at this point.

Frankly, he seemed a bit uncertain of that. As if he was slightly grimacing at every word of his explanation. "So, I'm afraid that cuts our time short. You are welcome to go back to your quarters and your training will be resumed tomorrow."

"It was a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to talking with you again," Hinoshi said getting up and leaving without waiting for my answer.

'Well, that was definitely weird. I wonder if it has something to do with what the medic told him,' I speculated a little confused.

Still, not bad for the intelligence eval. If Hinoshi could be believed then I had not only aced the IQ test, which I was sure I had but had been spared from the questions which I might've missed the actual meaning of, even if I knew that is what they were after.

So, all in all, the first week wasn't so bad.

Of course, I knew this was just the calm before the storm. The prelude to hell.

As if on cue, the very next day, we were woken up at 04:00 AM by buckets of cold water and were thrown from our beds.

It was time for the conditioning to begin.

A/N: Again, please point up any grammatical and sentence structure errors. English is not my first language so I expect a few mistakes and would like to fix them. It's a learning process.

Also, I will try to post at least bi-weekly but if something comes up and I can't I'll update the latest chapter and let you know an ETA.