So.Just.Smile: Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Naruto, the only thing I own is my OC and her story.
Prologue: Tachibana Hiromi
It was getting a lot easier, now. They didn't come at me so suddenly, like a ton of bricks. Now they came softly, trickling into my mind, allowing me to adjust. I slid a bit down into my seat, a small and dreamy smile coming to my lips. I blinked slowly, my orange eyes only opening half way with a distant look in them, glowing. All things around me changed, becoming out of focus, their colors becoming obscured until they were nothing more than a mixture of grays. I rested my chin on the palm of my hands and gave a whispered sigh, calmly letting the images pass.
"Okay, see here, Ayame?" A man with black hair asked to a young girl.
"Hai, otou-san," the girl smiled in awe, shaking her brunette hair as she giggled.
"Now all you have to do is stir it all together for a few minutes," the man said, demonstrating as he stirred a big pot of ramen. The room was hot with the steam and delicious fumes rising from the black bowl.
"Here, why don't you try, Ayame," the man suggested, grabbing his child's hands and placing them on the wooden spoon. The girl gasped and her eyes widened in delight. She stuck her tongue out in concentration just as her eyes narrowed in determination. The man smiled and wrapped his hands around the smaller, softer ones of Ayame's.
Ayame looked up at her father and smiled, then turned back to the pot in front of her and stirred the bowl of noodles with all her might, determined to mix the ingredients to perfection.
The vision faded, and I came back to reality. There was a fleeting sensation of wholeness and tranquility and love. The area around me came into focus, the bright colors returning, changing from their previous grays.
My eyes opened to normal capacity as I glanced at my surroundings. Not even two minutes seem to have passed. I sighed and dug into the bowl of ramen in front of me. I knew that this bowl of noodles is what triggered the dream, I also knew that the people I had daydreamed about were the owners of this ramen shop—Ichiraku Ramen Shop—Ayame and Teuchi.
I've always known they were more than simple daydreams, deep down, I knew. But I refused to accept that truth, so I masked it with simple daydreams. It made life simpler, but life is almost never simple. When I found out the truth, I knew it was never going to be simple. It was never going to be easy, either.
Because I see things, my life could never be that of an ordinary kunoichi. I could be a weapon, a most powerful one if I managed to control my ability. I wouldn't allow it. That's why, no one knows. That's why I don't allow myself to know.
This is me, Tachibana Hiromi, seer, creating my story.
Okay, well, this is my first story, or actually, my first posted story. Just thought that that should be known, and I apologize in advance if some chapters or parts get a bit icky. I, myself, hate it when my writing isn't working to it's full potential and is extremely crappy, so sorry. I usually try to get it up to my standards until I make the chapters final. Okay, well, till the next chapter. -So.Just.Smile