So I come with the start of my first ever multi-chaptered Naruto fic. It would be a real accomplishment if I could finish this! I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: One day when I'm rich (ha), famous (yeah right) and best friends with Kishimoto (my dream come true) I will use my awesome cajoling skills to buy Naruto from him. Until then...it is, sadly, not mine.
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Prologue;
Tenten
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We call ourselves the Sisters.
First you have to understand we're not actually sisters. We're not related by blood or anything. We're like – like – a handful of autumn leaves. (Okay that's a really stupid example. But I'm not prose and poetry like Hinata, so just… along with it, okay?) We're not the same color, not the same shape. We're all different shades of red and orange and copper and whatever other colors are in autumn. We're pretty much as different friends can be.
Which leads me to my second point: we're friends. The kind of friends that formed secret clubs together when we were little and snuck outside with flashlights and paper at night to argue about what our secret club name should be. We're the kind of friends that get into horrible screaming arguments and then end up cracking up over a stupid joke on the bus the next day. We're the kind of girls that hold slumber parties with just the four of us, turning music up loud, talking about everything and nothing at all because that's just what we do. When we cells phones - Hinata was the first, because her family was the richest, and Ino was second, because she couldn't stand not having one - our first three speed-dials were each others' numbers.
Which leads me to my third point. That's why we like to call ourselves Sisters.
If you could think of a group of people that defied the laws of, well, nature and normality, chances are we would make the top ten. Why? Well, first of all, you've never met a group of people more different from each other than us. We redefine the very meaning of group individuals. If the world was full of chocolate cakes, we would the be vanilla cake with hot-pink frosting (Ino), double layers (Hinata), multi-colored candles (Sakura) and fresh strawberries instead of artificial cherries (me).
Aha. See? I can make a good metaphor.
So I suppose I should probably introduce the other side in this story. I'm the one writing the prologue and introducing the story and all this because - we - thought I'm the one who can get to the point and start everything the best way. But I haven't actually gotten to the point yet.
This story isn't just about the four of us, my friends and I. There could be a story about us - we could fill books with things that've happened over the years. They would be boring meaningless books with gibberish and gabble and stupid moments that would probably only make sense to us. But this story isn't just about us. It's about them, too. They were almost like us in an alternate univers. In a parallel, guy form, which basically means us minus the hugs and parties and movies and pillow fights and hour-long phone calls. You had to look harder to see it, but they were almost like us. (Almost. Because I mean, they didn't call themselves the Brothers or anything.) I think everyone has something like that, a group of your closest friends, the people you call first when you want to gloat and the ones that open your closed door without knocking.
Us and them. Them and us. You always think you know what you're getting into. Not to sound cliche or anything, but four guys, four girls? True love at first sight, right?
That's only in fairy tales. And trust me, what's in fairy tales stays in fairy tales.