Author's note: Hey everyone, I am very excited to post my first story here on ! I wanted to give you a tad of background information on Naomi to help you better understand the story.
She was a part of the sand village, until through some mysterious reason the village disappeared, leaving her behind. She has a power that I call Equus (I liked the word, lol) that allows her to submerge herself into another's mind. She can feel what someone else is feeling, and until she learns to control it she has a tough time concentrating on one thing in particular. Equus, when she is angry, emits a chemical into her blood that combines to make chakra. So long as she has blood, she has a never ending supply of power. Yes, I have taken about a year planning her character :D
So, I will let you get onto the story, and I hope I included everyone's favorite characters. If you don't see them immediately, wait for it, it's more than likely that they will make an appearance. Enjoy!
Naomi sat in her window, pondering. She was most interested in an old man and old women that she could see in the window of the apartment across the way. They were both hard of hearing, yet continued to scream at each other, hoping that maybe sometime they might be able to hear the other screech "What?!"or "Speak up!!
Ah, the joy of being old.
Someone rapped at her door. Naomi leaned back, lying upside down from the window sill.
"Come in." she murmured, hoping it was something to quiet her grumbling tummy.
Shikamaru cracked the door open, and glanced around the room, wondering where she was. Finding her staring at him upside down, he decided to let himself in. He opened his mouth to speak, when Naomi cut him off.
"At what age do you become senile?" She asked, still on the subject of being old.
Shikamaru, opened his mouth once again to, but knowing that he would never understand her train of thought, he decided to leave her alone.
"I know it's a drag," he began. "But Ino said that if I didn't come to her party tonight that she would make me explain to Asuma why I didn't want to be social, and frankly, that a lot more work than it's worth."
"True." Naomi sat for a minute, wrapping her mind around Ino's concept of being social. "True."
"So anyway, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come along too, and escape Ino's rath. I figured that the two of us might as well try to make the best of it, you know?"
Naomi's eyes glazed over as she retained a visual image of Ino chasing her around the village, dressed up with devil horns and a forked tail, wanting her to attend her fantastic party. The thought shook her out of her daze, and she uncurled herself and hopped off the ledge.
"Ok, sounds like fun."
Shikamaru sighed, not looking forward to that evening's medieval merriment. Maybe he and Naomi could come up with something to make it more bearable. Hopefully.