A young girl with dark brown hair down to her waist was racing through the trees. One arm was held in front of her and the other was holding on tightly to a parcel. She was wearing a tight royal blue top that had a light blue band wrapped across holding it in place. Underneath she had a small black top with fishing netting across the sleeves and around the neck. She wore black shorts that reached her knees and a pair of dark blue ninja sandals. This young girl's name was Fukuko meaning Lucky child.

"Thief!"

"Get back here!"

I continued to rush on, ignoring the voices behind me. Collecting more chakra to my feet, I gained extra speed and was soon out of their eye shot.

After a while, I held out my hand to reach a tree and rested down by its base. I opened the parcel and quickly begun to feast with the meal inside, hungry after the endless running.

When I finished eating my meal I leaned back with a sigh. I could feel the wind wildly rushing pass as it sent my hair flying in all directions. I ignored it and glanced into the sky.

Guessing by the sound of hooting around me, it was getting very dark.

I could feel the light drops of rain fall gently upon my cheek. With my frozen hand outstretched I tried to count the amount of droplets I felt.

My eyes flicked slightly as a leaf suddenly dropped a load on my metal headband.

I reached behind my headband and untied it. As my headband fell away I revealed my milky white eyes.

That's right. . .

I'm blind.

With my eyes open or closed, I was constantly locked away in darkness since the first memory I had.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. I could no longer feel the droplets on my hand, even though I could see hear the rain pour around me. I quickly placed back my headband over my eyes and stood to my feet.

Something was blocking the rain from pouring. And that something was floating directly above me. And that something always spelt trouble. Why else would sneak up on you in the middle of the night? A killer? A werewolf? Or a psycho crow? Ex-boyfriend?

Collecting chakra to my feet I prepared myself to make a quick escape when suddenly;

BOOM!

I covered my head as I felt splinters flying pass.

BOOM!

More splinters went pass, some piercing my arms painfully.

BOOM!

Whatever it was, it was destroying the forest around me. And it wasn't playing around.

Keeping my arms over my head I tried to run off, without getting caught in any explosions.

BOOM!

A large piece of wood was blown into me. Knocking the wind out of me as it hit my stomach, I fell to my knees my arms now stuck to my head. This wasn't the way I planned to die! I had a long and happy life in front of me! . . . Okay, I don't, but still, I prefer living then dieing.

BOOM!

Trying to bring any senses I had back down to earth, I tried to gain any courage I had left. Eventually, I found enough to crawl. So of I went, crawling along on the ground, as the trees around me continued to blow up.

BANG!

"Ouch!" I moaned rubbing my head as I walked straight into a wall of some kind. I sat up, and using one hand felt my way around the wall. After more crawling, I quickly discovered it was a small cave. For once, luck is on my side!

BOOM!

Without a second thought, I crawled inside and curled up praying to God the bombing would stop.

Someone must have heard. The bombing suddenly went as quick as they arrived.

I sighed in relief and begun to pull out the splinters from my arms. Ninja Lesson number one: If in danger, hide and pray.

Then. . . My bad luck kicked in.

An extra loud boom told me the attacker was only getting closer. And the second boom I heard, sounded like a large tree falling in front of the entrance.

I pounded my fists against the tree but it refused to budge. After several minutes I gave up and sulked at the back of my new home. Escaping isn't one of my best tactics, well none are, except running. That I was born to do.

Unfortunately, surviving in a cramped cave with no supplies was one of those tactics, I never listened to in ninja school, how ironic.

I held my breath as I heard talking from behind the tree.

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know un, I saw her here a few moments ago"

"You better find her soon, I don't like to be kept waiting."

Great, not only I am trapped within my own bomb shelter, but I'm being hunted like an animal. That left me with different choices. One, I call out for help and hope they're the good guys or two, stay quiet and slowly starve to death. Or three, I try to come up with a plan to escape from this cave when they gone.

Since I wasn't in the mood for thinking, and I prefer living from death. . . I had no choice but to pick 1.

Hoping that it would be the second guy that finds me, for the first sounded really cranky, I begun to shout out for help. I pressed my ear against the tree trying to listen out for if they heard me or not.

"Did you hear that Danna un?"

"Sounds like it's coming from behind that tree"

"I'll get rid of it"

Yes! Freedom! No! Wait! My mind quickly changed. Who were they? And what did they want with me?

A faint sound of wings distracted me. I was suddenly thrown to the back of the cave as the tree exploded. My head swam in and out of conscious as the two voices approached. Before I passed out, I quickly prayed again, hoping that. . . They were the good guys.