Yōkoso (Welcome)! The name is SatomiTakashia. My sister just had to go and get me obsessed with FanFiction, so now, I'm gonna write my own! Please no flamers, and review if you like!

Meet Kitsumi Haruka

I grew up loving anime. I was a Cartoon Network junkie and when they had One Piece, Naruto, and Bleach, I was sure as hell watching that shit! Time for introductions, I guess, I'm Kitsumi Haruka. Despite my name meaning victorious beauty, I was neither one of them. I'm an average looking girl who works at McDonalds, Burger King, and sings at a bar to make ends meet. I don't have enough money to get everything I really want, but I guess I'm happy enough as I am. I had a few things that were extremely important to me. One being my stuffed teddy rabbit, Momiji (guess where he got his name), another being my Sharingan contacts, and last but not least, a locket that was given to me a few days before my Dad died. Yeah, yeah, sad story. But that ain't the story you came for, right? So we got the awkward introductions over with, to the story will ya? This damn author is taken too long, damn the things I'll do for money.

NOW TO BEGIN ZE CHAPPIE!

Kitsumi: Whoopee… T_T

"What did I do wrong with you, Kitsumi?" My Mom said. Of course, every time I visited her I always got the lecture. I was at the point to where I could literally say it with her. It was really annoying. I was 24, legally an adult and happily graduated at the bottom of my class! She shouldn't get to lecture me!

"I raised you right! I raised you and your sister excellently. Look at her now, she's a CEO of a multibillion dollar company, married a kind handsome man, and already has a grandkid on the way. And she is just 21! You on the other hand work in a disgusting environment flipping burgers and cleaning up vomit!" she exclaimed. "Actually, I got promoted to fries!" I said happily. She gave that glare that I saw many times in my young life. "I don't care, you need to get your life together, I am done helping you with your bills. You've been living on your own for too long to still need my help!" she said. "Yeah, whatever old lady…" I said. She gave me that damn glare again. "DON'T CALL ME OLD LADY, UNGRATEFUL CHILD!" she yelled. I sighed and looked away. "Don't you ignore me." She said. "Now get out of my apartment, I have to go to the bank." She said. I left her fancy apartment and made my way to the lobby where she was already downstairs talking to the manager out of making her pay another month's rent. "Hey, old lady! Try not to suck any dick on the way through the parking lot!" I said. She turned around and gave me a glare worse than normal. So, I ran my skinny ass outside and started walking to my small apartment in a large crowded building in the more harsh side of town when I was grabbed by someone in the shadows and pulled into an alley.

He held my mouth and looked at my locket. "Is that real gold, girlie?" he asked. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. "Since you won't tell me, I think I'll take that and anything else you have." He said. My eyes widened. No not the locket, anywhere but the locket! I thought. I thought back and remembered my 10 years of martial arts training, though I haven't fought since I was 18. I elbowed him in the ribs causing him to stagger and I kicked him into a bunch of trash. I ran down the alley to where there was nothing but a wall. I looked up and saw a window I would never be able to reach. I heard him coming. I looked down and saw a sewer. My face twisted. I guess I've hung out in some worse places. I lifted the heavy cover and looked down and saw an orange light. I looked back and saw his shadow. I plugged my nose and jumped in.

Okay, bed time for me now! I hope you liked! I tried really hard, and I really ask for no flames. And I promise this not a Mary Sue. And reviews are very much appreciated! I'll do my best to post the next chapter tomorrow! Follow, Favorite, Review, and I really hope you liked! Yonde itadaki arigatōgozaimasu! (Thank you for reading)

P.S. Even though the Naruto characters weren't introduced yet, I still don't own them (My sister told me to be sure to do a disclaimer) but I do own my OC, Kitsumi, and you can have her mom, she's a bitch.

P.S.S. If you like Fruits Basket, check out my sister's stories. Her name is SonomiTakashia on FanFiction.