Okay, so I hope you enjoy this. Sorry if it sucks, it was the first fanfic I ever wrote. I actually had to go back over it and take out some parts that made no sense. I have up to chapter four already done, I think, but overall I have about eleven.

Please review. Sorry, but Gaara doesn't show up for a few chapters. It's like that for all my stories... I just can't put the main character in first-thing! It's not my style. Hope you understand.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Naruto-related.

"uuuhhhhhh…" you groan. You were having a wondrous dream about a huge, wolf demon running through a forest onto some water. You could tell it was distressed, as if it was looking for something, and running from a mysterious wrong from which it could never get away… … But you sat up and shook your head, clearing it from your mind, your long, blue hair covering your gold eyes. You wear your hair short in the back, and long in the front. You took a minute to notice your surroundings. You were in a room that had tan-colored walls, a oak-wood flooring, a big window on the side facing a city that looks like it would be a thief's playground at night, a desk in front of the window, and a dresser. An old woman soon came in.

"Oh, good! You're up! You must be hungry, no? Come, come, child, before you starve to death." she says.

"uuuhhhh…." was all you replied, still out of it from sleeping.

"Come now, child! It's a beautiful day! The sun is shining, the birds are singing… The bed is no place for a young woman this time of day!" and with that, she left.

You look at the window and sigh. This is going to be a long day, I just know it.

You bet!

Aack! Who are you?

I'm your conscious!

And why are you here?

I've always been here!

… Leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you this early in the morning.

Fine...

Okay, I guess its time to get up… You get out from under the covers of the feather bed and swing your legs out over the side of the bed. You take your time as you go to the dresser, which has a mirror on it, and look in it. You are wearing a long black T-shirt that has a red dragon printed all over it. You open your dresser and ponder over what you should wear.

What should I wear today?

Hey, I can help you with that.

What do you want?

To help you pick out an outfit.

I don't need you're help. If I wanted help, I would've asked for it.

But you practically asked for it!

Shut up and leave me alone.

Fine.

You finally decide to wear a tiny black tank top with black short shorts that have a red belt on it, and black sandals that have a red belt-looking thing on it. You put some tape on your left thigh (Oh, did I mention you're left handed?) and on both of your arms, from near your elbow to near you're hand on both arms, and put a black choker on your neck. Looking in the mirror, you notice that you missed an important piece of your outfit: two gold metal rings that you put on your arms (near your shoulder) on each side, and two metal hair holder things ( I don't know what they are). You nod your head in approval and walk out the door to the kitchen where the old woman was setting breakfast out.

"Oh, so your going to wear that, are you?" said the old woman.

"What about it?" you reply, yawning.

"It's very revealing for a girl your age. You shouldn't wear it."

"Shouldn't I?"

"Girl, don't answer a question with a question. It's just plain rude. Now hurry up and eat."

When you finished eating, the Old Woman (that's what you call her) wanted you to do the dishes. The strong smell of… uh… pancakes intoxicated you every morning. Mmm… I love pancakes!

Me too!

WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE?!

...Fine...

When the dishes were done, you proceeded to put on your kunai pouch. The Old Woman was looking at you disdainfully.

"What is it, Old Woman?" you ask.

"Why is it that pretty girls such as you want become a ninja? A young woman like you should find a nice man, and settle down with a family, not go around on missions trying to get killed!" she exclaimed.

"Well, then I guess I don't want a nice man and a family." You say while you head out the door. You heard the old woman sigh as you left.