There are all those jokes about people not being able to look in the mirror. It could be because they didn't like the reflection, or maybe they were afraid of the monsters said to lurk behind it. Ame now understood the feeling that was described, she never considered herself beautiful in anyway, but she couldn't stand her face anymore. Her blonde hair was an obvious reminder of her siblings, and her face was an exact replica of her mother's. But the real reason she can't gaze in a mirror, is her eyes.

Eyes are said to be the gateway into the soul, and staring into her pale grey eyes, she loses the façade she had worked so hard to build up. The lies that she told herself crumble because the pain and emptiness are extremely obvious. Her family trait was her almond shaped, beautiful eyes, and as such, were a constant reminder of what she had lost.

Ame had just attended a mass funeral for her mother and brothers. As soon as she got back to Missouri, she would attend the one for her father and sister. Her whole family had been killed, murdered. The event had taken place a few weeks ago and she was staying with her newly orphaned cousin, Dimitri. Both were under age, but in the small town, Tyler, TX, police were scarce. Add in the fact that they lived 10 miles from the nearest town, and the neighbors were at least 5 miles away, and you get such results.

Dimitri and Ame were walking in their great-grandfather's land. Their family had been farmers for generations and the amount of land had snowballed from a small plot to thousands of acres. Ame pulled her newly dyed black hair from her sweating neck and tied it into a messy bun. She looked to her 17 year old cousin and sighed. They had just finished talking about the funeral and had settled into a calm silence.

A well appeared in the middle of the cattle field as if by magic, neither had noticed anything but grass and the occasional tree in over 20 minutes, and Ame was drawn to the new distraction. The 16 year old had a wicked curse of curiosity that rivaled even Pandora's. Dimitri struggled to keep up with her lean body as he followed her.

As they drew closer, Ame saw an inscription on the well wall, "It says, 'This is a portal and can take you anywhere, one way. Only a toll can activate…' It cuts off. I wonder how this works." She leaned over the opening and couldn't see a bottom, just a long, dark shaft.

Dimitri pulled her back before the clumsy girl could fall in and said, "It's a well, Ame. There is no way it can take you anywhere. You'll jump down and break your neck or drown." He was more of a close-minded, mature adult than the teen he was supposed to be.

Ame frowned at him, "We might as well try, any place is better than here. If you don't believe in it, then there is no harm in trying." She had broken free and sat on the edge of the well, twirling a quarter between her fingers. "What do you say? Give it a try? You have to believe in SOMETHING!"

"But, it reads, 'One way.' That means we can't get back. What if you don't like where you end up?" Dimitri reasoned. He had a smug look on his face as he tried to snatch the coin. Ame quickly dropped the coin into the well and smirked when there was no sound of a landing.

"Then we will go somewhere that we KNOW we will enjoy." She argued. "HEY! What about Naruto? We could be ninjas and have powers and such! It could be fun!"

"Listen Ame, I played along with your game. I'm done. WE aren't going anywhere. I am going home and I suggest that you follow suit." Dimitri knew something was wrong immediately, Ame hadn't continued arguing. In fact, she hadn't replied at all. He spun around, but she was nowhere in sight.