Phoenix: Hey welcome to our first story, so please tell us how we did.
Raine: The story has an OC and a femNaruto later on in the story but till then Naruto will be adressed as a boy till the henge drops.
Summary: She had no idea where she was or how she got there. She was suppose to be dead not in the body of a four year old. So why was she here? Where was here? Why was that blond kid running away from those people? Why did they call him a demon?
Phoenix & Raine: We do not own Naruto, if we did Kakuzu/Zetsu would be the most badass person in it. That and why would we be writing FanFiction?
Raine: Enjoy the read!
Chapter One: Re_Birthday
No one knew who she was. No one knew what her name was but the name they called her. She was an anomaly to people and many men and woman that tried to figure her out, all with no success except for one. She was an old woman who watched the teen grow up before her eyes, but she was not her mother nor she was never related to the child who was sitting in the Mesquite Honey tree reading an old history book that she must have stolen. The teen through her eyes was unwanted by her mother so she was left on the doorstep of the orphanage that was near here, not even the Matron knew her name and that alone was unsettling to the old woman who had seen the child steal, pit pocket, scavenge, hunt, and fight to survive here in the slums as she called it. The teen alone matured faster then she should have, she had no childhood to look fondly back on, she made no friends with the other orphans who still dreamed of finding a home, she showed little emotions when she saw the bodies littering the streets of rival gang members. It was if the teen was not afraid of death, afraid of loneliness. It was if the child thought she was better off without it.
The teen read the old World War II book in the Mesquite Honey tree that she relaxed in often, though she often wondered how the tree survived here in the city but brushed it aside many trees had survived here but to find one with the many scars that this tree had was rare in itself. She knew people are watching her trying to figure out who she was and to her the answer was simple. She was just a seventeen year old hunter. She knew how to hunt in the city; she knew how to make things that found her interest such as carving her own bow and arrows, poison making, herbs, pottery, hell she even learned how to make things out of glass. Few people often called her a "Jack of all trades but a master of none." In truth it's a bit of both she has mastered poison making but not glass making she found glass making to be a bit frustrating at times and there for went to pottery making.
Her cobalt eyes glanced from her book to the surrounding area and noticed a few gang members walking by. Her eyes narrowed as she observed them, their shoulders tensed, they eyes looking left to right, they spoke in low hushed tones, their hands twitched to were their guns were. All in all it peaked her curiosity, as she waited for them to leave a few feet she placed her book in her back pack that held her things. A few books, a brush, a pair of extra clothes, a small set of speakers, an mp3, bows and arrows, a hunting knife, and some poisons that quickly paralyze her pray were what she carried. As she landed on the ground she went tracking to quench her curiosity momentarily forgetting that curiosity will get you killed.
As she walked through the streets her long ebony hair that was tied up in a ponytail that reached her waist swayed her black cargo pants concealed the hunting knife that she was fond of, and the blood red tank top showed off her toned arms and cooled her off during the heat of the sun and the combat boots were good for hunting and were comfortable to her. She watched as the gang members as if they are pray, she noted that gangs were like packs they protected their own, there was an Alpha the leader and an Omega the lowest of the pack. She turned the corner her feet no making a sound as she walked keeping to the shadows as she watched them noticing them glance back as if someone was following them. Her blue eyes watched them with mirth as they walked a bit faster going to one of the old abandon lots in the slums and followed silently wanting to quench her curiosity for what they were doing. As she followed she noted that the sun was setting and momentarily looked to the sky seeing the different hues that painted across the sky signaling that the night was approaching and she needed to find a nice abandon place to stay for the night.
She went back to watching the gang members as they waited in the dim light from the streets lights that gave more areas for her to hide in the shadows then light to see. She waited a few moments till she heard heavy footsteps and watched saw members from a rival gang enter from the darkness that surrounded them, the teen watched the new arrivals that showed up. They were tense their eyes held an undying hatred and she smelt…blood? She froze, blood was the last thing she expected to smell and it was a strong odor from where she was and it unsettled her she went to back up but was knocked back when she heard something she did not expect to hear in the slums.
It was an explosion from a grenade.
The raven haired teen decided that she needed to get the hell out of here and proceeded to back away till she heard a small little crash and shatter of glass and was sent back hitting the brick wall of the dead end alleyway. Her body ached all over and she felt something warm like…she froze as she touched the dark liquid that was spilling from underneath her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw what she wish wasn't true. It was blood. A lot of it, too much that even if she were to make it to the hospital she knew that she won't make it. She blinked back the tears and stifled the screams that threatened to escape her lips as another grenade went off. The teen saw white and prayed for the darkness to take her from the agony that coursed through her body. It was if the gods had heard her plea and let her escape in the darkness that took her and ebbed away her pain.
A child maybe no older than four lay sprawled in a clearing in a forest, its clothes were ripped here and there, bits of dried blood stained the red shirt that the young girl wore, her black shorts and shinobi sandals and the obsidian short hair failed to cover her face. A black shoulder bag lay not too far from her, the child's eyes fluttered open showing cobalt eyes staring at the starry sky with the full moon lighting the forest that she was in. The small girl wobbled as she got up and looked at herself as if she was unable to comprehend that she was real…that she was alive…that she was a child. The dark haired girl walked picking up the shoulder bad and walking out of the clearing that she found herself in, she walked with her thoughts clouded never noticing the golden eyes watching her leave.
'I should have died…so how am I alive and in a child's body no less?' she felt like she was gonna go in hysteria or something as she walked not once looking at her surroundings that changed from a forest to a old abandoned park. She kept walking her feet taking her past the red light district and in to the slums of Konoha and down an alleyway that was a dead end, her body went on auto pilot as it took the materials scattered around and built an area that she would rest for the night in…she was tired and wanted to rest.
In the morning the raven haired child woke to hearing footsteps, it sounded like a stamped of people and she heard the faint yell of a child. She stood up grabbing her bag and took out her bow and arrows, she neared the exit of the alley way and turned her head and saw a small child maybe two or three even running away from a mob of people that chased the child whose eyes were filled with fear.
"Demon!'
"Get back here you Kyuubi brat!"
The raven haired girl saw the terror, saw the pain, and saw the deep emotional scars through those azure eyes and for a moment thought of the many times that she ran as she stole from the store just so she could get something to eat and ran for hours as they chased her. She looked at the distance from the child and the mob if the child were to make a run past here she could grab their hand and make them hide in her makeshift shelter. Following with her plan she grabbed the blond child's hands and ran to her shelter and placed her pointer finger over her mouth telling the boy to not make a sound as she began covering him up making him blend in with the trash around them. The raven haired girl then sat down next to the 'heap' of trash and feigned sleep, the mob ran by not even glancing at her they were still trying to find the 'demon' that had taken their loved ones away.
When their voices faded the girl began removing the trash that she used to cover the blond and stuck her hand out for the child to take. She noted the apprehension, the fear, the longing in his eyes. The child was maybe around her age three maybe four years old, he had blond spiky hair and tan skin, but what she noticed was the six marks on his face that reminded her of whiskers three on each cheek. She waited with her hand extended for the boy to take it and soon enough he did. The girl squeezed his hand as she pulled him up noting the flinch and frowned wondering if his hand was hurt. She wondered why the people were chasing him for but wondered if it was alright to ask, she never really talked to anyone and when she did it was always to those that would teach her things and when she did something to their satisfactory she would be fed and given new clothes. One of her teachers was originally born in Japan and taught her how to read, write, and speak in Japanese. That old woman was also hard to please and wanted nothing but perfection.
"You gonna be okay?" The girl asked as she looked at him. She didn't pity him, no pity meant that she didn't understand what he was going through and she knew due to the fact that she herself was an orphan. The blond boy looked at her and nodded wondering what was going to happen now as he stared at the bow and arrows in her hands. She noticed him staring and smiled at him, 'Maybe he's hungry' she thought as she lifted up her bow.
"Hey are you hungry…um sorry I don't really know your name, then again I don't have one." That last part was barely a whisper but the boy heard it.
"Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto. Um why don't you have a name?" he asked as she looked away from him.
"I just don't, I never really socialized with anyone before I just go by the names that people call me. Usually I just go by kid or girl, no one really gave me a name anyway but I'm fine with I guess." She said it's true no one really gave her a name and she didn't really think she needed one, she grew fine without one so going without a name here wouldn't be too different.
"Why don't you choose one then?" It sounded so simple but it really wasn't, at least to her it didn't. A name meant that you were part of a family even if you never meet them you were still part of that family. She held no name so to her she had no family…though deep down she wished she did a childish dream that should have died yet just faded to the back of her mind, it was a dream that just wouldn't die.
"It's not as easy as it sounds ya know, I didn't have a name so I had no family to belong in. I've been alone for as long as I can remember and was forced to mature faster than anyone should have, I've seen dead bodies litter the streets and just simply walk by not caring that it's someone's father or brother on the ground in a pool of their own blood. I've seen the darkest part of what humanity has to offer." She didn't know if he would understand she never really talked about herself the reason being was no one cared enough to want to know her.
Naruto was quiet as he took in her words he looked to see if she was lying, she wasn't but to have no name was well…it's like you were nobody, a ghost, just something in the background. He wondered what would happen if he didn't have a name and couldn't picture it and felt sad for her for not having a name but didn't pity her, after all pity did no one any good. Naruto's stomach rumbled and he blushed with embarrassment and the raven haired girl giggled and started to laugh…'she sounds nice when she laughs' he thought as he smiled.
The raven haired girl laugh died down as she got her things and started to leave the alleyway that she had slept in for the night, Naruto followed her out wondering what she was going to do and deep down he hoped that she was as friend that would stay by him through thick and thin.
Raine: Hope you liked the story.
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Raine: Untill next time, later.