A/N: Standard disclaimer: I don't own squat. Well except for Avery and Matt, I own them. This is a slight crossover with Naruto. Oh and this is in first pov cause I really need to improve on it.
'Damn' I thought as I tried to start my motorcycle, it had been acting a little wonky but I didn't pay any attention to it. Curse my stupidity. My pet cat was roaming around happy to be out of it's carrier. I know ya'll are probably thinking Oh my god that cat's gonna run away. But Moonscar ain't all I got to do is whistle and he'll come a running. "Hey Matt you got those wrenches I told you to bring?!" I called to my brother… okay we're not related but we're from the same place before… now that's a story for later.
"Yeah" Matt called throwing a box at me which I caught with ease.
"Thanks" I said as I opened the box and grabbed the right sized wrench I knew what had gone wrong with my Honda, fuel filter went bad. So I went out and bought one before Matt and I left Konoha. Don't even ask me to describe Konoha. I hated that place with a passion. But Matt and I had to stay there because we at the time didn't remember where we were from. Now back to that fuel filter man that thing looked like Choji had stashed some of his snacks there… wait a minute… "Choji I'm going kill you!" I yelled to no one in particular but it made me feel better. I noticed that Matt was standing by his Harley laughing. I finished replacing the fuel filter and tried to start my Honda again this time it roared to life. "Come on Matt let's go" I said "We're almost to New Orleans, we'll stop there tonight and pick up from there tomorrow. I said
"Alright" Matt nodded starting his Harley.
"Hey Ave you think we'll be able to track down where we're from?" Matt asked
"Yeah, I've never forgotten what they call it now." I said
"What is it?" Matt asked. Okay let me describe Matt to you. He's fifteen the same age I am, five foot seven, he has shoulder length blond hair that he rarely has combed, sapphire blue eyes, and he has tendencies to over look authority. But like I said earlier, he's like a brother to me. Now me, I'm five three, have mid back length jet black hair and brown eyes, I have this weird tattoo on my belly, I'm hyperactive and I don't remember my family. Neither does Matt for that matter. I whistled and Moonscar came running into his cat carrier which I tied to the back of my motorcycle.
"They named it Moonscar Island, it's where I got Moonscar's name from." I said motioning to my cat and we drove off toward New Orleans. I had an off feeling about our trip but I didn't pay attention to it like my fuel filter. I didn't pay attention to this because I knew that if Matt an I were ever going to learn what happened to our home we were going to have to overthrow the danger and go for it. I know what the tattoo on my belly meant and I knew that I could use it if I had too but still I was afraid of what I'd learn about our home.
