Chapter One:

My Shooting Star
In a not so far away world sits a boy looking out onto the night sky. He see's many glittering things staring down at him. He wishes that he could touch them and that maybe one day they may litter the ground giving him and his family money to buy food, but that is only a fools dream. But that is what he is none the less, dreaming that one day something would fall from the sky and that would provide for his family. His mother often tells him that he is a fool to think this. On this very night one of those glittering items do fall from the sky and it lands quite near his home. To his surprise upon reaching it, it is not a mound of money or something quite like that. It is a girl.

The girl has long pale pink hair that flows down to her ankles. Her skin is a pale blue that is almost white but not quite, she isn't much to look at and he didn't realize it was a girl till she mumbled, her voice range a bright, high pitch that scolded his ears. She was what looked like to be nude, with silver bracelets around her ankles and wrists. She had her eyes closed and she seemed to be shivering as he approached her she opened her eyes and flew back from him. She actually flew, like grew wings and flew. Actually that is exactly what she did, she morphed. When she morphed, she didn't just grow wings she actually changed her whole body. The only thing that stayed the same was the silver like cuffs around her arms and legs. Her body would shrink and or get longer, it was quite a site.

He moved forward again, again she flew back. It was like she was afraid to be touched by him something like that. He leapt forward just in time to grab her foot and pull her down to once more morph. This time she didn't have wings, they were no longer of use he guessed. And something else happened, her jewelry changed colors. They now held a bright orange. He looked at the girl that he was holding onto; she had the plump breasts about the size of a full grown cantaloupe. She was slender with legs; she wasn't tall though, more on the short side, defiantly shorter than him. She had long fingers that were curling around his wrists prying away his hands. As she was able to stand he noted that her skin color was a light pale cream that looked like she lived in the winter villages, unlike his tan skin from working the fields all day. Her pale pink hair coaxed to the small of her back and began to taint itself a deep blood red.

She fluttered her eyes open to reveal deep red eyes that started to turn a brilliant blue against the long dark eye lashes, a small amount of freckles appeared on her cheeks. As the transformation stopped, a woman by means from the winter village stood before him; all but the blood red hair. He stood up looking at her; she stood there not ashamed of a thing. She was different from before, what had happened to the girl that fell and flew away.

"You can morph?" He stated, but it sounded more like a question.

"Yes." Her voice was calming, a little bitter but none the less calming.

"Why don't you fly away, actually why change to look like that?"
She hissed, "My master seems to like this shape. What my master wants my master gets."

He looked at her questioning what she had just said, "Um… where is your master?"

She smirked, "Well he stands about your height looks just like you and even talks like you. I would say he is right where you are standing."

That got his attention, "Wait I… I am your master."

"Yes, Master, you are that."

He scratched his head, "Could you at least put some clothing on or at least pretend that it makes you embarrassed to show… everything to another."

"Clothing? Master."

"You know what I am wearing… If your everything that I wanted then why aren't you a guy, with short black hair, and beautiful black eyes. I mean the only thing you got right was the pale skin…"

She smiled, "I am a woman, not a male, and I can't change genders. It doesn't work like that. And If I might say I did my best with the little contact that we had."

He turned his back to her, "So you could change again?"

"If you would prefer me to look like the one you want then I can look like that, if not I think I should stick with this. Master."

He turned around pulling of his shirt and tossing it to her, "No… just what do you look like when you are born?"

She caught his shirt and put it on, it took a bit but she got the point. "Well when I was born I was a blob of energy, but most look like exact duplicates of their mothers. Master."

"Was your mother a blob of energy?"

She didn't look at him, "No. she wasn't, she was human my father was a shifter. And my mother died while I was being born, the reason for the blob of energy. Master."

He glared at her, "Quit calling me Master!"

"Then what would you like me to call you? Master."

"Naruto. You may call me Naruto, and what do I call you, it better not be servant cause' I ain't doing that."

"My name is Dragon Fire, Naruto."

He smiled at her and pulled her off to his house were his mother, and father slept. He couldn't wait to show them what he had found. But when he got there he found that the house was on fire and the whole town was there watching the scene. Men rushed in but they all came out empty handed. Naruto tried to run into the house but one of the men stopped him. Fire, looked around for someone that might have started the fire, what she found upset her greatly. Someone didn't want Fire to be with Naruto.

Fire stood as far away from the crowd as she could, she didn't want them to get the wrong idea. Naruto needed a new place to live now and his family wasn't going to be providing for him anymore. The night drifted on and when the fire was all out the only thing left standing was the barn next to the house. He looked through the barn and found a bit of cloth that he could conduct something more for Fire to wear. In his heart he knew that they were all gone but he kept hoping that one of them survived.

"Fire, I am going to make you a skirt with this…"

"Naruto… I can do more than shift my body; I can shift items that I touch. You want me to make me clothing like the other girls wear? I can do that. And Naruto… I am your slave; I will do as you wish."

Naruto handed her cloth and she morphed it into a dress, which covered her whole body like the ones she saw on the other women. He then turned to her and waved her off. He really didn't want her around; he just hopped that she could fit in, in this world. He walked around the barn and pulled out a small picture. It was the only thing he had left of it all and he didn't even want it. He crumpled up the picture and threw it into the dirt and walked away. Fire watched him until he was gone she walked over to where he had thrown out the item and picked it up. It was a picture of a boy in a winter outfit; he looked like he was a little rich thing.

"Hum… Naruto," she called out.

"What?" he mumbled walking back into the barn with a shovel.

"What this boy's name?" she held up the picture.

"Sasuke."

"Ever met him?"

"No, he is a model… I guess I just fell for his looks…"

Fire smirked, "Want to meet him?"


Authors Note: Hello, Hello, Hello. Nice to meet you all and thank you for reading chapter one of Dragon Fire. I hope that you all enjoyed it. I am sad to say that Naruto does not belong to me. But... Dragon Fire and the idea of it all does. So Please Review, it would make me oh so very Happy. Thank you very much.
-Ggeri Sminth