Hi, for those of you who know me, I'm sorry for you to have caught me starting a new story when I haven't finished most if not all of my other stories. You have every right to attack me, I'd want to attack me too.

BUT!

BUTTOCKS!

I got this idea on a new story and, I just had to start it. So, maybe through this I'll be inspired to continue my previous stories.

-bows- Please forgive me, and share your opinion on this new story with me once you finish reading.

Enjoy!

P.S: I don't anything within the Naruto Manga or Anime.

The bells on her coned hat chimed with every step she took into the small village tucked quietly on the east coast of the fire land. Her head was tilted downward, hiding half of her face with the hat. Ever so often the wind would blow her long raven black hair around along with the skirt of her short black dress, and long cloak . An instrument was strapped on her back, an erhu. A famous, Chinese instrument able to play a long range of sounds. It was another glorious day. The smell of food floated by her nose, the sound of people, and steps rushed by her sides, the sound of whispers and laughs chirped in her ears, the feel of the sun tingled her exposed arms with warmed. She took a deep breath in, taking it all in. Indeed it was a glorious day for music. She parked herself not far from an allay way next to a small wooden dango shop, that had a bench outside. She sat and pulled out her erhu, placed the bow upon the strings, closed her eyes, and began. The beautiful piece fitted the day, the scene, the place, it was gentle, and warm, with a little skip of happiness. People gathered, though few, to compliment the music, some kids were in awe and pointed, some threw money as they walked by. Her eyes remained closed, her body danced with the music, feeling it with every fibre of her body.

A noise in the distance however disturbed her music. It was a small cry, a whimper, a plea, upon a scared female voice. Followed by a deeper, angry male voice. The music stopped, and her eyes opened seeking the noise, only to see a worried group crowded around the alley entrance by her. The girl in black managed to pass threw them only to see a man forcing himself on a girl. She looked around, all these people, all of these villagers could easily outnumber him, even if he was strong. The headband of the leaf village was clear proof of who he was. Clenching her jaw after hearing another plea, another cry for help that was unanswered, she brought her erhu out once again and played, a low, slow start to a piece that began to grow and grow, louder, and stronger, and faster and once it was the loudest, she stopped and put it away on her back. But the music didn't stop. It played all around, whispers began, as the girl in black approached the man who was about to tear the pleadings girl's pants off.

"Whaddya want!? Can't you see I'm busy?! HUH?" The girl's didn't look up at him, simply stood in front. "What, are ya scared?! Huh?! I'm a ninja, see this?" He gestured to his headband on his forehead. "Can someone shut the music off!?" He yelled to the crowd, only to notice no one was playing an instrument, and he wasn't sure from what direction it was coming from, it was everywhere. "What the fuck..."

Her hand rose, over her head curved, one leg in front of the other, as if in a stance of a dance. And right when the music got loud and harsh, she moved in sync with the music, she charged. She was fast, as fast as the music, striking his nose and chest, throwing kicks and punches, going behind him and kneeing him. Her feet moving gracefully and so smoothly. The ninja, fell to the floor face first, unprepared for the attack. The music ended right as he met the floor, knocked out. The poor quivering girl, cried, and reached over to the musician, clenching on her cloak, and sobbed. The girl in black lifted her bridal, and moved towards the crowd that made way for her, whispering about what had happened. She paused before she left the crowd completely.

"How could you simply watch." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. After that she asked around for where she could find the infirmary, and placed the girl on one of the beds there. Right when she was about to leave, the girl, not far from her own age, reached out for her cloak. The girl in black didn't turn, and stood, and waited.

"I...Thank you...may I know your name?"Despite the tears, and the cries, and the struggled strained voice, the assaulted girl, needed to know. Turning her head,, the girl in black stared, her face emotionless, but somehow sad. The girl who clenched on her cloak stared. Stared at her pale skin underneath the hat, her dark black bangs messily hung around her eyes and forehead, with big piercing lavender colored eyes shaded behind long curled dark lashes, a small bub nose, and rosy cheeks, and rosier small lips. Her features were elegant, and fragile, that she was afraid that if she smiled, she'd break. She was the most beautiful person, she had every seen. So beautiful, that she simply wanted to stay here, right there, and stare, at true and utter beauty forever. And then the most beautiful girl spoke, a voice so velvety, so smooth, so soft, that it truly was music of her ears.

"I'm simply but a wanderer" Suddenly there was no tears, no pain on her body, no sadness. Only a numbing warmth, washed over her body. She clenched tighter on the cloak, feeling like she had to, no, needed to know her name.

"Your name, please" She tried again. Another angelic pause, another pause that felt like there was no oxygen, it was as though, if she didn't speak, there would be no oxygen. It was as if, as if she was life itself.

"Daisy" A painful pause "my name is Daisy" And with that, she left, the grip on her cloak loosened and she closed the door behind, and the girl fell, onto the bed, unconscious.

Hope you liked that.

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