INSPIRATION STRIKES!!!! it struck again. yup. these characters are all real, but I changed their names to protect them. and yes, my grandpa did die four years ago of Alzheimer's disease...I still cry to this day. all the intelligence of Aiko claimed in this I ACTUALLY DID! Yay for me! oh yeah, I don't own naruto. yet.
Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura all had been sent on a super secret mission: Go to an alternate dimension and bring back something of great importance.
When they were given this assignment, you can imagine how happy Naruto was. He was ecstatic!
That night, The Hokage briefed them on the mission.
"There is an item of great importance in this parallel dimension." Tsunade said. "It is actually a person. This person was the daughter of some of the most prestigious ninja in the village.
"We need to find this person and bring her back here. Team 7 is now endowed with this task. The portal will be ready Tomorrow morning. Dismissed."
As everyone began to leave, Tsunade called Naruto over.
"Naruto, This girl is like you. Her parents weren't really ninja. The demon sealed itself inside her. You carry Kyuubi inside of you, and she carries the cat Jinchuuriki. Be careful; no ninja has ever been to this place before." Tsunade whispered in his ear.
As promised, the portal was ready that night. As Naruto took the first step into a new world, he had brief second thoughts. But no, he had to do this.
Aiko Enomoto was a weird girl. Her hair was blonde, but at the top it started out almost grey-blonde, and at the bottom it was light blonde, golden. It was naturally this way.
Her eyes were hazel and had a weird look about them. If you looked her in the eyes, you might be overwhelmed with a feeling of knowledge, as if you could see right through you. She was a smart girl-she had once read a four-hundred page book in one day, and she was only in the seventh grade! She had gotten post-high school on her reading comprehension level, and she was proud of it.
As far as personality went, she was probably what you would call a 'extreme tomboy'. She didn't wear make-up, would probably die if she wore a skirt, and basically only wore T-shirts and blue-jeans. She didn't put her hair up ever, and it barely ever occurred to her to wear the 'latest fashion'.
She was highly supportive of her religion, Christianity, and never cursed, hardly ever lied, and did the best she could to be a moral person.
Everyone said that it was her imagination, but her senses were highly refined. She could 'hear' silence-it was like a giant pressure pressing down on her. She could smell everything. She could identify people by their scent sometimes. Her vision wasn't good, though.
"Hey, Aiko!" Her best friend, Natsuki yelled from the other street. Natsuki was kind of short with long, blonde hair. She wasn't as much as a tomboy as Aiko was. "Thought you were sick!"
"Well, I was. Where's Masashi?" Masashi was a little taller than Aiko, her other best friend, with medium-length brown hair. She was more of a tomboy than Natsuki.
"Yeah, she's sick. I'm usually sick, but she caught a cold." Natsuki said. Suddenly a brown-haired boy bumped into Natsuki. It was Tsuki, Aiko's brother.
"Watch out, Natsuki!" He said annoyingly, but not angrily. Tsuki didn't like Natsuki that much, but detested Masashi, all because she had made fun of him by calling him 'Alligator tooth' in first grade.
Aiko got into the house, which, as she suspected, was empty. Her parents usually got home around ten minutes later. She put her bookbag down in the doorway along with her clarinet.
"Hey, Natsuki, parents are gonna get home soon. You shouldn't follow me home." Aiko said, although there was really nothing that they could do about it. She wandered around the house until she found The Flag.
The Flag was her grandfather's. He had served in two wars, and died three years ago of Alzheimer's. Her grandfather was very dear to her, and his death was tragic. When you have Alzheimer's, you lose your memories and can't remember who you are. But Papa had gone to heaven. He had smiled, and looked up toward the sky when he died. Tears came to her eyes again, and she wiped them away. She had loved him so much…and lost him, he not knowing who she was.
The worst part of it was that her other grandpa has the same disease. It broke her heart, and she couldn't help but cry.
To not know who you are or who your loved ones are, or even your past is a tragic way to die. She thought for about the millionth time.
Naruto felt sadness as he approached the suburb, even though he had shifted forms, kind of. They looked really realistic, but his senses were still sharp.
Is that her? He thought, before going to sleep in a forest a little ways off from a house.
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