Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except Lucy, Musashi, Kizaemon, Kempo, Eiji, and Otsu, in whom I am sorry I created, except Lucy

…You could be my unintended choice to live my life extended; you would be the one I'd always…

"Hmm…what? Who's there?" I inquired.

Startled, I looked around. No one. Weird. W-where am I? What happened? Oh man…who am I?

The heavy rain has been falling for what seems like hours…I've just been sitting here too. I don't know what happened. My head hurts really badly and I'm covered, mostly, in blood. Am I hurt? I don't know, and I don't care. I just want to go home…If I even have a home or a family.

A noise protrudes from the forest

So, yes. The first day I'm 'alive,' I'm horrified half to death by the boy that found me. I was just sitting there, my head full of questions, and there is a noise and a boy, maybe my age, however old I am, splits the branches apart and sees me sitting under the graveyard. He seemed surprised to see someone sitting there…but didn't show much expression. He looked around, and ran towards me. I pushed back farther against the wall. He was only a few feet away when he reached out his hand. I didn't return mine. I had no idea if I could trust him. He untied a black ribbon that was tied to his arm and pulled his long, black hair back with it. He kneeled down and wiped the blood off my face. I winced, but sat there, still. He smiled and took my hand.

"How old are you?"

"I'm…I don't know," I replied, embarrassed.

"Hmm…I'm thirteen…going on fourteen, soon."

A girl's voice called out.

"Orochimaru!!"

He, now with the name Orochimaru, got an irritated expression, and stood up.

"Shut up, if someone finds us, we'll get in a lot of trouble," he whispered in a raged voice.

"Sorry," she said…-;;.

Another boy ran up, with short, white, spiky hair.

"Move, flat chest," he said directly to the girl's face.

They started fighting, verbally…it was amusing.

"Tsunade, Jiraiya, shuddap," Orochimaru shoved against the boy, Jiraiya.

He pushed back into Orochimaru and stared at me.

"Who is she?!"

"I don't know; she won't talk much."

"It looks like she has a head injury," Tsunade pointed out.

Great. A head injury.

"That's probably why she doesn't remember anything," Orochimaru said.

He reached down and pulled my hair out of my face. He bent down and sat right next to me. We made eye contact and gazed into each other's eyes for a while. They argued, silently, for a while. They argued about whether they should take me to the hospital and risk getting in trouble fro being out at late-night hours, or take me to one of their homes and risk my injuries getting worse, or even dieing and being accused of murder. Heh heh heh. They kept talking and Orochimaru took my hand and looked at me.

"Shut up."

"What?!"

"Hmm?!"

"I'll take her with me and fix her wounds. She'll be fine."

"Hey, maybe we should just leave her here; I mean, she probably won't remember you in the morning, Orochimaru," Tsunade said solemnly and quietly.

They finally decided Orochimaru would take me in. Tsunade found some clothes for me and just left us there. Ah, yeah. How we felt about that...hmm. Iwas really cold, and starting to catch a cold. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes and told me to put my arms up. I did, and he quickly slipped my wet, cold, and bloody shirt off and threw the shirt on. I pushed him away, out of the room and to his relief, changed into the pants myself. I sat there and started crying, traumatized. He slowly slid the door open. He walked towards me and wiped my tears away. He took a wet cloth and washed the blood out of my hair and told me the wounds were only small. He strung his hands through my long, purple-black hair, and put his hand on my waist and pulled me to my feet. He led me to his room, and told me I could sleep here. Reluctantly, I laid down and closed my eyes. He laid down next to me and my eyes shot open.

"You're the only person I fell I can actually talk to," he started,"I think we could be friends…unless you leave."

Hmm…I think he had a little more then friends in mind when he pulled me closer.

"…Okay…"

He smiled , stood up, left the room, and shut the door.

"…friends…"

I wondered if I really would forget him by the morning. I let a tear slip.

"Don't leave me here…by myself…I can't breathhha…" I whispered.

I was completely out of it.