For awhile now I had contemplated writing a Naruto story, but never really had the courage to write down my ideas and post them for people to read. Though with the courage I've gathered, I've written a small amount of an idea. I post it with my new courage to ask you, the readers, your opinion. Should I continue the story?

"Sasuke Uchiha."

I turned my face toward the direction my name was being called.

My eyes locked with a pair of wide, emerald eyes set in a tanned, heart shaped face. I knew the face though I haven't seen it in a few years.

Rei Tora Raikou. Heir to the Raikou clan, former member of Team 7, Genin still, though she must be on Jounin level. Emerald eyes, shoulder length, ocean blue hair, and tan skin. Daughter of Akiro and Yumi Raikou, most powerful people in Konoha, under the Hokage.

Tora. She'd correct everyone who'd use her first name. She always preferred Tora.

I looked away, bored, then realized she had not been the one to say my name. I recognized the voice of Sakura Haruno. An annoying fangirl, whom was practically useless. She hadn't changed at all, though she had to be more skilled. She thought aloud, which made it nearly impossible to escape her constant, ridiculous daydreams. I'd always wished I could explain exactly what would happen if my teeth or any other part of my body came near her. That would have silenced her daydreams, and maybe I'd be down one fangirl.

An inviting shade of red colored Tora's cheeks as she noticed me looking at her. Still shy as ever...

Tora had always been easy to read. Emotions as clear as if they were spelled out across her unusually small forehead. Surprise. Embarrassment.

And yet, though her thoughts had been so clear in her green eyes, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Sakura was glaring at Tora, so jealous, that by any right her face should be a dark green in color. "Look at him staring at her..." I turned my head to hide my smile. Sakura had no idea how lucky she was that she, or any other person appealed to me.

A monster out for my blood was still running free. I knew that if I had gotten close to anyone he would snatch them away from me. Steal. Like he stole my life, my family.

I examined her more closely now. She had always looked more fragile than anyone I've ever met. She was unusually short, standing at almost 5'2, and you could almost see the veins under her skin...