AUTHORS NOTE: This is my very first fanfiction that I've ever written. So please be kind. Constructive criticism is alright, just don't be an ass. I am a big fan of Naruto (I've been watching the show since I was eight years old), so this should be fun. Also, I do not own any of Masashi Kishimoto's characters, just my OC and any other characters I will create through this story. So, please enjoy
CHAPTER 1
It was just like any normal day, the sun was shining, cars were driving down the highway near my house. My calico cat waked me as she did every morning- by rubbing her face on mine. Slowly I opened my eyes, only to meet the sun's bright ways. It didn't bother me though. My mother had always called me a 'sun child'; always awake when it peaked over the horizon, and usually sleepy when the moon replaced it. Unhurriedly I stretched my back and swung my feet off the bed and to the hard wooden floors. Luckily, there were still a few more days of summer before the cold breezes could freeze my bones. I passed by my floor length mirror before I exited my room and paused. I looked like my mother. It was evident enough. We had the same long reddish-blond hair (mine just being curly), the deep brown eyes, the same everything- except for the height, I was a few inches taller than she was. I shook my head at the thought of looking like a ghost. Quietly, I made my way down the hallway to a cracked door.
I peaked in, and smiled, 'He's still asleep', I thought to myself. My baby brother laid sprawled out across his bed so peacefully. He had the same facial features that I had, the only difference between us were his deep green eyes that I envied, and our twelve-year age gap. I decided that I might as well wake him and make us both breakfast before it got too late. I walked over to his bed and laid down next to him. He didn't move.
So I started to rub his tummy, "Nathan~. It's time to wake up. Do you wanna lay on the couch and watch cartoons, while I make breakfast?" I asked. He gradually opened his eyes and nodded. I picked up my six-year old brother and walked to the living room with his. Like I promised, I turned on his cartoons, and walked into the kitchen. When I passed by the large, glass window in the kitchen, I saw an odd looking moth. I remembered my grandmother telling me that this was a Big Poplar Sphinx Moth- an omen for change and finding what was hidden. I remember seeing one when we moved from Ireland to America, when my grandad passed, when my father left, and days before mama passed. This could either be a good or bad, and I didn't know if I ever wanted to find out.
