"Let me tell you a story."

"Is it a love story?"

"Yes, but a tragic one. It's about Life and Death. Life and Death have loved each other for as long as they could remember. Life would send Death gifts, and Death would keep them forever."

"Mommy…. Isn't Death supposed to be bad?"

"No, hunny. Death is just us going to where we belong."

It was the next day her Mother died in a car accident.

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Life wasn't easy. It wasn't supposed to be, as her mother would tell her.

She was now seventeen, and in foster care. For ten years, she's been moved around and dejected. Her foster parents often disliked her, always telling people how she was psycho. It wasn't true, of course, but people say what they want to hear.

Sure, was cynical, and rather unruly, but it was because she had no stability.

Stability.

She stared at the boy sitting a few seats ahead of her. Wouldn't it be nice to stay in a home longer than a year? To be able to get a boyfriend and have decent marks? She looked away. It was impossible.

After all, they would all die. Some sooner than later.

Perhaps, she was being a little too dark. A small sigh broke past her lips. When was the last time she got close to someone?

Right, that girl in seventh grade. It didn't last long, because she got into one of her talks about Death. It wasn't soon after she was transferred again, for being a nuisance.

It wasn't her fault death fascinated her. Her mother always would tell her that we were gifts to death, and we had to respect it.

Other people weren't so thoughtful. They feared death, did everything to avoid it. Not saying she was suicidal or anything, just that when her death came she wouldn't mind it. Perhaps she would even get to meet her mother.

That would be nice… She looked toward the teacher, who was babbling for a while now.

"And Death, is known to be one of the many mysteries of life."

They were talking about death? She zoned in, her interest perking. A few giggles sounded, as if they noticed her interest heighten. She looked around, glaring, only to see a boy holding a drawn picture of a grim reaper with 'freak' written on the bottom.

How childish. She turned her head up, then faced the front. A snort of disgust sounded from the boy, but she ignored it. Such trivial matters didn't really concern her.

But when a blob hit the back of her head, she glowered. It was pudding, by the vanilla-like smell. Oh yes, they were going to get beaten. The snickers from the rest of the class only taunted her more.

"Enough." She stood, her head held high despite the pudding in her blond curls. She scanned the kids, ignoring the teacher as he told her to be seated.

There. Was a kid with another spoonful of pudding, aiming right for her in the next row.

Splat.

It hit her right in the face.

In only took a moment for her to haul herself overtop the row of desks separating them and launch herself. He yelped, falling back words in his chair despite her small size. Even though she was small, you should never underestimate the power of will!

Right now, her will was telling her to smear the rest of the boy's pudding in his face. She obeyed, with a triumph smirk on her face. He thrashed underneath her, yelling for her to stop. She didn't, she even did a little favor of styling his hair with it.

Kids were yelling in protest, some even tried to pry her off him, but her glare scared them off. Even the teacher was too scared to approach after she glared at him.

Her glare was perfect, if she said so herself. It was her most useful trait, other than her much practiced innocent smile. The smile went perfectly with her petite form, big curls, and baby blue eyes.

Her personality on the other hand, did not fit her smile, or looks.

She stood, satisfied by the kids horror stricken, pudding covered face.

"To the o-o-o" The teacher stopped when she looked to him, a small smile on her lips. Yes, it didn't match the scene, but that was the fun about it.

"To the office, got it."

Finally she was free.

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There was another kid there, big and gruff, yet pouting. It was funny, seeing such a huge kid pout. Perhaps her height had some play in his tall-ness, but that's against the point. The point was supposed to be he looked like a Viking, with blond unruly hair tied back into a half-pony, and deep blue eyes that looked like the deep sea. His face on the other hand, was almost feminine if it wasn't for the strong curve of his jaw, or his angled cheek bones.

Attractive, yes. She had to admit that much as she sat next to him, her bag on her lap. Immediately his eyes found his way to her bag; his eyes lightened with contained humour, making her huff. Everybody laughed at her backpack. It was merely a cartooned black cat, with a midnight sky in the background. She liked it, but everybody said it didn't match her. When her foster parents bought it for her, they told her it was too childish, and that it would catch attention for a seventeen year old to have such a thing.

She didn't care. It was cute, and she wanted it. It was a surprise when they actually got it for her. Her other parents would say no, pick out something hideously pink, and make her use it.

"That bag matches you." The boy's voice was smooth, much like honey. But that wasn't the surprising part. What was surprising, even enough to get her to gape- is that someone agreed with her.

Her lips turned up, her eyes lighting up. "Thank you." She turned her attention away, the smile still on her lips. It was nice for someone to compliment her, rather than ridicule her for once.

"It's perfect for children." Her face froze. Slowly, she turned to look at him. On his face, was a smug, taunting, grin.

The pudding boy incident was about to happen all over again.

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Zeelee-Vallen: Im sorry D: I needed to! I really wanted to make a story like this… I hope you all like it. I wanted to try make an interesting character, where everything about her is wrong :D

Also, we do not own Naruto.