Have you ever wondered that by picking something up you've chosen your fate? As Miya is presented with lucky animals the first one she picks is what her destiny will hold in store, will she pick up good luck or bad? Part one of the Lucky Charm Series!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters, but if it is a character or power not seen/read in Naruto I do own it. I tend to add things from movies as well so I do not own those either.

Witchcraft

Miya walked through the streets of Chinatown in New York, listening to the sweet orchestral music of Hans Zimmer, Miya's parents were both American, but they lived in Japan when she was born so they gave her a Japanese name. They had just recently moved to New York because Miya had finished high school and was accepted into a college there.

It was midday and graying clouds loomed over the city and a light sprinkle had started to fall moistening the ground with a shimmering mist, the shop keepers began pulling in artifacts and street owners pulled away their carts into the hidden alleyways like bugs scurrying from light.

As the soft pitter patter of rain grew into a hard downpour Miya took shelter in an old shop, the inside smelt like expired incense and moth balls, and was dimly lit. The walls were accented with fading green columns and shelves were covered in various trinkets, mostly junk. Old rocks and coins, loose jewelry, pocket knives, and home decorations cluttered the store, as she browsed the inside in a circular pathway she came to the clerks counter, sitting on the top were several small metal animals in a little basket, each having its own different colored accents. A poster above them read 'Good Luck Charms' 'Carry one with you for good luck'

"Ya don't say…" she muttered sarcastically.

"You wan one? I give good deal!" An old lady popped up out of nowhere scaring the shit of her as she recoiled and jumped back. "Buy two get one fo free!"

"Uhh… no thanks…" Miya said, she looked down at all the animals, they were all about the size of a quarter and very flat, she saw a raven, dog, pig, a deer, a dove, a butterfly, a beetle, a turtle, a bunny, and many more, and as long as she looked at them she never found a double, there was only one of every animal, she briefly thought that maybe they all brought different kinds of luck. She spotted a small fox with its tail colored orange, as she reached out to pick it up… just when she was about to touch it she saw a small owl, it's wings were painted red, and it's eyes were blue, she picked it up gently with her thumb and middle finger, then held it in the palm of her hand.

It was light, and weighed no more than three quarters, but something that she couldn't explain was the weight it had inside her. A heavy feeling washed over her, like a large rock was placed on her chest that she now has to carry.

"Ahh the owl… sees many things, very wise. A symbol of a strong mind." She said in her little stereotypical old Chinese lady voice. Miya started to put the owl back, "No! It has chosen you, you must keep it now." She said quickly, folding her hands, "Now you pay!"

"Ughhh…" she pulled out five bucks and put it on the table, "Skinflint…" she mumbled as she walked towards the door, the rain still poured down heavily.

"Eh! You leave now! You no buy nothing else, you leave!"

"But it's raining!"

"Leave, leave." She shooed, swatting her old wrinkly hands at her. Miya stepped out into the deluge outside running down the street. Her small tan rucksack bounced on her back as the heavy rain flattened her black hair. As the started getting heavier it became harder and harder to see, she went from door to door but it was like Chinatown shut down every store was closed. In a desperate move to find her way out she headed up the fire escape of nearby alley, perched on a rooftop she looked out over the monochromatic city, the pouring down rain made it impossible to see.

As she stood on the top of the building straining to see a pathway home, she took the owl from her pocket. "Alright," she loudly to hear over the thundering rain, "If you're lucky… help me find my way home!" She clutched the metal object in hand hard and as she closed her eyes… she slipped. Her eyes shot open as watched helplessly tumbling to the ground. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed so loudly it hurt her ears, gripping the only thing she could she held the owl as if it would save her, hoping, wishing, unconsciously that it would save her. As terror filled every fiber of her being she slammed against the ground…

Time stopped, a flash of crimson light, as she landed in soft dirt, the wind exploded from under her in all directions, she lay there, clutching the owl tightly…

So tell me what you think so far, and I'll have the next chapter up by the 2nd!