Hey, everyone! Well, after my failed attempt at trying to write a SasuSaku story, I've realized that I can only write one-shots! I can also write full stories, but they aren't necessarily about Naruto or any Anime for that matter. I have my own ideas for actual book stories, but I don't think I can post them on a Fanfiction website. That's just something you don't do.

But, well, I've decided to write a full story about my OC, Nassica Onii Demon. I'm going to write all about how her life would go if she was actually in this Anime! I really hope you guys don't mind. It's not exactly a love story, but it does hint some relationship-type things. I'd really love it if you'd review!

Basically, my OC has taken the spot of Sakura on Team 7. Sakura actually ended up in Team 8, with Hinata, Shino, and Kiba. There'd been a mix up within the records, and the Ninja Academy had passed too many students. They put Sakura into the team that needed another teammate the most, which was Team 8. They had to make up for Kiba's lack of Intellect on the Leaf Village's history.

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She'd often hear people calling her names, she'd realized they had hated her from the start, she'd known they only acknowledged her existence to save their own lives; and she'd ignored those words, those feelings, and what she knew. She didn't let them get to her. She'd walk through the Village with her head high and her thoughts on her schoolwork. She had never believed something would come to harm her or her Clan, no matter how much her Village distrusted them.

And yet something did.

Bloody corpses, locked doors, dark houses, and in the mess off it all an Anbu stood. His eyes were black; lifeless. She'd seen them before, back when they stood outside their Clan's part of the Village, listening to fellow Clan members argue. He'd stood ridged, as if a post.

She'd jumped in front of him, ignoring the loud voices behind her growing louder. She'd kept jumping up and down, shaking his arms, and calling out his name; until he finally looked down at her. The voices behind her had stopped yelling, and now all that was heard were footsteps. He'd apologized for spacing out, and suddenly told her he'd had to check on a mission the Hokage assigned him before-hand.

The training field flashed into view. Small tree stumps stood in front of her with shuriken digging into the base of all three. She was breathing heavily, although she wanted to continue training. She'd turned around to collect her bags and head home, but someone stood before her. She recognized him, and gave a kitten-like smile.

It was only then that she noticed something wrong with him. It was like there was a dark Aura admitting from his body. Her mood shifted to something of quiet sadness; unexpressed, yet still there. Her smiled died on her lips as she walked toward him. She acted as if nothing was wrong, although she wanted to ask him if he was okay.

She'd collected her bag and her kunai, and walked toward her Clan's resting place in the Village. She didn't hear his footsteps behind her, but she thought maybe he just wanted to be alone. She hadn't realized he was following her; just by rooftop and not on foot.

Her Clan's resting place flashed into view in place of the dark streets in the Village. Here she was again, standing amongst the bodies of those fallen.

Nassica's body flew upwards into a sitting position. She was breathing heavily, yet she didn't have the slightest clue why. She vaguely remembered a dream about a little girl; her hair black and her eyes a bright blue. Almost exactly like Nassica's, although Nassica's hair tinted blue at the ends of her hair. Not at all like the little girl's hair.

Yawning, Nassica sleepily rubbed at her eyes. Her clock blared out in big bright numbers: 3:26 A.M. Not time to get up yet. Nassica laid back down and closed her eyes. She wanted to have the dream again. She knew it had something to do with her memory. It had to.