Mind you- I do not own Naruto.

This idea came from a dream I had.

Mind you- the time period is the 18th Century, so names are being changed because I said so;
Gaara- Nathaniel

Hidan- Samuel

Ayumi- Abigail

The year was 1792.

Mary Anne Kenneth lit the tiny candle beside her bed and picked up the book titled, The Age of Reason By Thomas Paine. She indulged herself into the fine print of the parchment. She prayed thanks to God for giving her the ability to read. She had taught her close friends Nathaniel and Samuel to read when she met them. Mary and Nathaniel came to George Washington Orphanage together when they were just 3 after a fire burned their building to the ground leaving no other survivors except them. Mary finished her page then set the book back down on the small table. She slid out of bed and over to the wooden dresser on the other side of the dull white room. Moments later a nun barged through her door.

"Bed time, Mary." She snapped.

"Yes, Sister Agatha."

Sister Agatha came up behind Mary and began pulling at her corset, loosening it. The dress slipped off down Mary's slender legs, leaving only the shift which served as her nightgown and some red stockings that went up to her knee.

"Thank you, Sister Agatha." Mary said automatically.

"Sleep tight, Mary Anne. God bless." She said before departing the assist the other girls.

Mary sighed and sat at the dressing table in front of a mirror. She picked up her hair brush and began brushing through her thin dark brown hair. She finished by tying it into a hanging down her shoulder. She stopped half way to the bottom, leaving hair loosely falling down her chest. Mary took a step back to examine herself. She traced her veins across her pale skin and then over her face. Her ice blue eyes were like a crow against a cloud. They stood out from the rest of her body. Her thin physic made her seem ghostly. She didn't look her age either. She was 14 year old girl, but wasn't grown enough to seem so. Mary sighed again.

It was late and the only light was the small candle in her room and the lights of the hall. She'd have at least 20 minutes to hurry to the other side of the house, see Nathaniel and Samuel, and some back.


She picked up her skirt and headed out her door. She had to back up against the wall to let nuns and other girls pass.

Her heart raced each time she snuck out. Girls were not allowed to see the boys and vice versa. If she was caught, she could get a serious beating like last time.

Her feet were soundless against the hard-wood floor. No one seemed suspicious of her as she headed down the luminescent hallway. When she rounded the corner she stopped and checked to see if she was followed. She let out a heave of air in relief and continued. The labyrinth of the orphanage made it easy to forget where you are, but Mary's brain knew where to take her each night. She rounded another corner; this corner was darker than usual. Normally Nathaniel or Samuel waited for her here with a candle or some matches for light. But tonight, there was no one. She felt a wave of panic. Had they been caught?

"Nathaniel?" Mary hissed into the darkness, "Samuel?"

She took a few creaky steps forward, whispering their names. Her heart almost stopped in fright as a hand reached out and touched her shoulder. She squealed and a hand came up over her mouth. She turned to face Nathaniel.

She almost laughed at herself for being so scared.

"Shh!" Nathaniel warned, "C'mon." He took her wrist and guided her down the dark hall. Mary never understood why, but she always felt safe with Nathaniel. She could trust him like no other.

She was relieved to see the light from Nathaniel's dorm room ahead. He quickly led her in and shut the door. His room looked just like hers; two small beds with a table in between them, a dresser on the back wall, a water basin in the corner, and a mirror desk against the left wall. She looked up to see Samuel, Nathaniel's roommate reading a book in the bed.

Samuel was three years older than Nathaniel and Mary, he being 17. He was a good 5 inches taller than Marie and 3 inches taller than Nathaniel. He was a handsome boy. Both of them were. Samuel was beautiful looking. Almost albino. He had white blonde hair and pink eyes. His skin was almost as pale a Mary's.

"Mary!" He said, slipping out of bed. He wore the linen shirt Mary had given him for his birthday. He came over and hugged her, holding her close.

"Good to see you after a long day." Mary said, trying to keep her voice down.

"Yes indeed!"

There was a cough that caused Mary to pull away and look. Nathaniel looked at her with arms stretched out.

Mary smiled, "How could I forget?" She hugged Nathaniel too.



Nathaniel was taller than she was, but not by much. He had had it hard the past few years. The nuns called him the Devil's Child because of his red hair and his immunity to sleep. But Mary knew better. Nathaniel was her closest childhood friend and that would never change. Mary smiled up into his crystal blue eyes and he grinned back.

"Come sit, Mary!" Samuel said, placing a hand on her back and leading her toward the bed. Mary happily jumped up on the mattress, Samuel on her right and Nathaniel on her left.

"Samuel, what are you reading?" Mary asked staring at the brown book on the dresser.

"Shakespeare's The Twelfth Night."

"Interesting!"

"Yes. Have you read anything good lately?" He asked her.

Mary shook her head, "Not since that last punishment I got. Now I'm forbidden to go into the library."

"That's awful."

"It really is." Nathaniel chimed in.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door, "Boys! Lights out!"

"Yes, Sister!" They replied in unison.

"You boys dressed for bed?" The nun asked.

"Yes, Sister."

The doorknob turned and Mary froze.

Samuel blew out all candles and ordered Mary to hide in the dresser. She did as she was told, shutting the dresser doors after her.

"Who are you talking to?" The nun asked, walking in.

"No one but ourselves, Sister Catherine." Samuel said.

Through the cracks in the door, Mary could see the nun light another candle. She trudged up to Samuel and cried, "What is this?" She grabbed the Jashin pentacle necklace that hung outside his shirt and ripped it off, "Devil worship!"

"No sis-" He was cut off.

"No excuses! No supper tomorrow!" She threw the necklace against the dresser doors, making Mary jump and slip, banging her head against the side.



"Who's there?" The nun turned.

"No one, sister!" Nathaniel said.

"Come out here!" The nun ordered.

Mary hesitated; she could hear her heart beat in her ears.

"I won't ask again."

Slowly, Mary pushed the dresser doors open and stepped out, looking guilty.

Sister Catherine gasped, "A girl!" She grabbed Mary by her hair and she cried out.

"Stop! You're hurting her!" Nathaniel yelled, trying to break Mary free of Sister Catherine's grasp. She reached back with her other arm and whacked Nathaniel across the head.

"No supper for you either!" The nun looked at Mary.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she stared back at the old nun, "You three. Come with me."

She motioned for Samuel and Nathaniel to follow her, still dragging Mary by her hair. She led them down the hall to a wooden door. She pushed the two boys inside, and then shoved Mary in after them. Samuel caught Mary as she stumbled, tears leaking out of her eyes.

The nun took a book off the desk in the room and began repeatedly pounding their backs with it. All three cried out in pain as the corner of the hardcover book struck their skin. Minutes passed and the beating continued. Moments later, it stopped. Mary collapsed to the floor and Samuel and Nathaniel crowded defensively around her.

"To your rooms both of you!" The old nun snapped.

"What about Mary?" Samuel asked.

"I'll take her." Sister Catherine said.

"Do not hurt her anymore." Samuel begged.

"To your rooms!" she snapped again.

Nathaniel and Samuel stood and reluctantly left. The nun lifted Mary over her shoulder and carried her back to her room. She laid her down on her bed and left without a word.

Moments later, Mary awoke to the sound of whispering. She lay still on the bed, thinking that the voices were inside her room. The pain on her back was immense, but she tried to ignore it and listened;



"Should we use her tomorrow? She is unconscious, she won't feel a thing." Said one of the voices. It was a man, someone she'd never heard before.

Then came Sister Agatha's voice, "No. Thos two boys are too protective; they will surely figure it out. Especially that albino boy."

"Is he…?" The man whispered.

There was no more talking, but Mary was sure Sister Agatha was nodding.

"Very well." The two pairs of footsteps came closer and Mary instinctively closed her eyes and played asleep. A hand moved hair out of her face, "She would do nicely, though."

With that, the voices left and their footsteps echoed down the hall, leaving Mary to cry in pain for the remainder of the night.