Hana: Hi! I am Hana, one of the authors for Honey Bee and Flower Transfer! People call me Flower-Girl, Flowa-Powa or Nature-Freak, and they are all true. I love KIBA!

Melissa: Yo! I am Melissa, but some people call me Mel or Lissa. I don't care. I LOVE ITACHI!

Hana: Kiba is better!

Melissa: Nuh uh! Ita-kun is.

Hana: Kiba is cuter.

Melissa: HE AIN'T NO MAN! He is just a BOY!

Hana: ok, Itachi is more manly, but he has years of more experience than Kiba! When Itachi was Kiba's age, Kiba is better!

Melissa: When Itachi was Kiba's age he was already in ANBU!

Hana: Kiba gets extra points 'cause his dad left when he was young and has cute little Akamaru! What adorable little animal does Itachi have?

Melissa: Itachi gets extra, extra points 'cause he killed his whole family to protect his village. What has Kiba sacrificed for the safety of the village?

Hana: He saved his lil bro from getting his ass kicked by Sakura that one time, and imagine living with Hana I. and Tsume. Let's not forget he had to deal with Sasuke and Naruto in the academy.

Melissa: He ditched school with Naruto, and Sasuke probably had the attack coming. Just think about it, I don't think Tsume would even bother with scaring him away. It would totally be the other way around!

Hana: She is actually crazier than you think and imagine him taking a bath and shots. Also, he wasn't able to ditch all his classes with Naruto and imagine all the fangirls in the class! Sasuke ignores them, but imagine a fangirl sitting next to Kiba and going on and on about Sasuke.

Melissa: Why are we even arguing? WE'VE GOT A STORY TO WRITE DAMMIT!

Hana: You're right, but this isn't over! We will finish it with the readers opinions.

Shikamaru: Since they clearly forgot it, they don't own Naruto or anyone other than their oc's. Enjoy, I'm gonna go take a nap. This is so troublesome.

Hana: I want Chouji to give me some potato chips!

Melissa: You are basically asking Sasuke to get a bowl-cut hair style!

Hana: No, I'm merely asking for a chip that I could later repay in with meat!

Melissa: That does not sound right!

Shikamaru: Just get on with the Prologue! So troublesome!

Prologue

Melissa

First person POV

(Melissa has long, silky black hair and blue eyes)

My name is Melissa, and I don't want my life anymore. My name is what made me feel this way. My name is not that of a shinobi, so I get treated like a jinchuuriki if not worse.

I was casually walking down the street to get to the academy when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I felt where it hurt and I felt warm liquid. 'Figures! They threw a rock at me!' I looked around and felt for chakra. When I found it I swiftly and quietly made my way over there.

"Why the hell did you throw a rock at me?" When I said it the girl jumped and looked at me.

"You're a weirdo!" Sakura said as she ran off.

'I hate it here!' I didn't bother chasing after her. I stomped into the classroom.

"YOU'RE LATE!" I stomped up to Iruka and glared.

"You try being early while a bitch busts your head open with a damn rock!" I hissed darkly at him. He looked shocked that I said that to him.

"That's it, you have detention! You will listen to what I tell you to do! You will look up one C level jutsu and write an essay about it!" I looked at him with an expression that said, 'and you think I'm gonna do it?'

"And if you don't do it I will get the Hokage to drop you out of the program!"

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT, IRUKA-TEME!"

Everything got so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"WH-"

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO DAMN MUCH? YOU TREAT A JINCHUURIKI BETTER THAN ME! DAMMIT, HOW AM I DIFFERENT?"

Later In The Library.

I was looking through a huge stack of scrolls for the stupid thing Iruka had me do. I was about to quit and just run away, but there was one last scroll that caught my eye. It was black and hidden in the stairs. I grabbed the scroll and ran off.

I was running home to avoid everyone and everything, and when I got home I opened the scroll and looked at the contents. It only had handsigns so I did the handsigns. Ox, boar, hare, snake, tiger, boar, and tiger.

The ground started shaking rapidly, and the next thing I knew I blacked out.

Prologue

Hana

First person POV

(Hana has long brown hair, golden brown eyes, more golden eyes than brown)

My name is Hana and that means flower in japanese. I don't want to be here anymore. My name doesn't help at all though. Everyone always makes fun of me for it. My mom works late and my dad is always drunk.

"Flower, Flower you should wilt black. Flower, Flower just go away. Flower, Flower winter is here, so why don't you leave?" The kids chanted.

"My name is Hana not Flower!" I yelled.

"Flower, Flower..." They repeated. I ran off to a little garden and hid in the bushes.

"I don't wanna be here" I cried. It seemed as if I sat there for hours, watching the clouds go by. The sun started to set and I slowly walked home. Many of the children at school were walking with their parents, hand in hand; as I stalked away, head hung low, all the bruises on my arms and legs hidden. I am a broken flower, no a detested weed that grows in the dark.

"Why are you late, brat?" My drunken father slurred.

"I'm sorry, I tripped a few times" I said loud enough for him to hear.

"Well, get home quicker! Go to your room, brat!" My father demanded, throwing an empty beer bottle at me. I instantly sprinted for my room and quickly, yet quieter than a mouse, closed my door. 'Dad must be in a good mood today, or a good day with very strong liquor' I thought. I ran to my run-down bed and started my homework. I was actually late because I stopped at the library to check out a big, grown-up level book on ancient myths on magic.

I flipped the book open to a random page and a pretty design was drawn inside of it. It was a navy blue circle, with a purple and black rose drawn inside of it. I drew the design on a big piece of paper and colored it in. I ran back to the book and read what it was.

'This symbol is called, Kokoro no Bara. It represents a flower that is within. The symbol changes depending on who last touched the page. If one chants Heiwa to Henka no Seika five times, imagine a calming place and running to a safe place.'

"Heiwa to Henka no Seika..." I repeated five times and my room began to change. The walls caved in, the floor crumbled, the ceiling seemed to melt, and my bed became softer than feathers and smelt better than a bouquet of flowers. I closed my eyes and reappeared in a white room.

Third person POV

Two girls, similar feelings, a white room, a mysterious person, and a strange art piece on the wall. What does all of this mean? What's gonna happen to them?! Will the person do something...?

Hana: We finished! And I'm sorry about earlier, Itachi is pretty cool.

Melissa: Yeah, I'm sorry too. Kiba is awesome too.

Hana: You all do know that this is a joint account between two fanfiction authors right?

Melissa: Yes, I am Melissa from Melissa and Taro

Hana: I am Hana from Hana and Jasmine

Jiraiya: And all of you should review this very soon! Are any of you pretty ladies? *Pervy Giggle*