Intro
Aimi Fuuma shivered at the cold snows touch on her bear skin. She could see her breath, and the blood everywhere. Her young, innocent eyes were filled with frozen tears. She ran frantically to find her mother and baby brother. Though, little Aimi couldn't find them anywhere. No matter how much she knew where she lived, even every little crack in the ground she knew, she failed to find them.
She rested herself against a tree trunk. Tears threatened to fall from Aimi's eyes as she brought her knees close to her chest in comfort. All little Aimi has left of her clan, is the music. All she has left of her family, is the memories. All she has left of herself . . . Is a dream, a song, and love. Maybe it's somewhere in this world, but she doesn't think she'll ever know the feeling again.
Aimi Fuuma: the clan members were either dead, theives, or with Orochimaru and the Sound Village. Named after their clans talents, the Sound Village is now her worst enemy. She was only 6 years old when the only two people she had left were murdered by Orochimaru in attempt to collect people for him, or die.
She never got to see their bodies, but it was probably for the best. She did promise them that she wouldn't let them die in vain before she left the outside gate to her small village. Now, little Aimi Fuuma has grown up into a beautiful 12 year old girl, and starting the journey towards her promise: becoming a ninja.
She was an outcast in her village, but her best and only friend was a little blonde haired, blue eyed boy named Naruto Uzumaki. She met him when she was moved to this village with a ANBU named Itachi Uchiha. Though, he was long gone.
Aimi was a little white haired, red eyed girl who could've been popular amongst the kids her age in Konohagakure. Though, she chose a path for herself- where she didn't have to look a certain way, act a certain way, and be charted by those things. She wasn't like all the other girls too. She never liked shopping, and only went when she had to. She didn't go out, have sleep overs, drool over guys, or dress up. Which made her more of an outcast.
Today was the day Aimi and her best friend, Naruto, would become ninjas. She jumped on Naruto's bed in excitement. "Naru-chan! Naru-chan! Naru-chan! Wake up!" she smiled and stopped jumping to see if he was awake. "Oh, come on, Naru-chan!" she sat on his bed and an evil thought came up. Smirking, she kicked him off the bed. "Owwie!" Naruto clutched his head from the fall. "That was mean, Aiai-cha~n!" he wined in a childish matter.
This was their everyday lives: Pranking, fun, school, fun, training, fun, pranking, pranking, sleep, competitions, food, and so on. As you see, they repeat a lot of events during their day, and it's usually because they make those things a competition- whoever did the best at it, the other had to top that. Whoever had done the best one by the end of the day won.
"I'm excited! Aren't you, Aiai-chan?" Naruto smiled as his friend skipped along in a skipping race. "I am! More excited than you!" she giggled as his face grew mad with anger. What made his anger worse, was her sticking her tongue out at him. "Aw! I'm sorry, Naruto!" she pulled him into a hug from his red angry sad face. "No problem!" he smiled and hugged her tighter.
"Fuuma, Aimi." their Instructor, Iruka, called her in. "Wish me luck, Naru-chan!" she smiled and skipped inside. "Shadow Replication. You need at least two to pass." Iruka instructed. She was nervous, yes, but she was the smartest girl in her class, what could go wrong?