I'm probably putting too much on my plate right now by adding a new story but oh well it will be fun. With this story I want to work on my detail. I was re-reading Twilight the other day and I thought Stephanie Meyer's story maybe predictable and her transitions aren't too good (that's just what I think) but she does do a good job with scenery details like when she describes nature.

Winter was the hardest part of the year. Everything looked dead, dirty, and depressing. That's how Sasuke lives. He managed to get through the gate that separated the snowy forest from the slums of the town of Bowerstone. Those slums are called Bowerstone Old Town. He ran as hard as his little cloth rapped feet could carry him. He was breathing so hard now that the cold air burned his throat and lungs. He clutched the small piece of bread to his chest, still running away from the three burly guards that saw him nick it from a stall on the side of a cobbled street. Sasuke was an eight year old street kid; stealing to keep himself alive …he's always hungry and cold. Especially this winter, it's almost unbearably cold just to be out for more than a minute. His tattered ratty clothes didn't help one bit. And the streets were so filthy Sasuke was lucky to not be one of the dyeing, sick.

"Stop! Thief!" called one of the guards, a couple more joining the pursuit. Sasuke ran faster straight into the edge of the snow blanketed woods; he hid behind a frozen tree. Breathing hard he peeked around the tree and a guard grabbed his arm from the other side.

"You're in big trouble, Kid!" He snarled angrily.

"No, no! Lemme go!" Sasuke flailed his arms and legs violently, dropping his stolen bread on the ground. "I didn't do nothin!" the rough guard grabbed he wrists.

"'Didn't do nothin', eh?" he looked at the tattooed X's on the webbing of Sasuke's hands between the thumb and pointer finger. An X tattoo means that that person has already been caught stealing. He had one on each hand meaning he has had already been caught stealing twice, this was his third strike, his last. Being caught now meant either going to a mine to work for 10 years, though death usually comes first or working at the docks for 10 years. He struggled even more but stood no chance against the huge, muscled guardsman, he was to weak, thin, and scrawny, the others showed up.

"No, no! I don't want to go!"

"Excuse me is there a problem?" a polite voice asked. The guard looked up though the young boy continued his futile struggling, try with all his little might to pry the big sausage fingers off his upper arm. He was a grey haired man, sitting in the seat of a large horse drawn covered wagon. Dogs sat in it to, doing there guard duty, keeping people from snatching things out from under the cover. Most his face was covered too, only showing one eye. He was bundled in warm clothes that were nice but well worn, sturdy, and practical.

"Oh, no Sir," the guard said, "We are just handling a thief. Nothing to worry about, us guards will take care of this." The grey haired man looked at the dark haired boy. Sasuke was panting and just glaring at the man holding him with defiant eyes, but he could see the fear. His pale cheeks were smudged with dirt, with grime all over his filthy, ripped, and roughly patched clothing. Skinny and under fed he was obviously a street orphan, and street orphans were treated as scum. He looked at the small piece of bread on the ground the boy had obviously tried to steal.

"Hmm." The man on the wagon thought and pulled out a small brown sack. "You Gentlemen sure do a good job, don't you?" He let the little leather sack jingle; everyone's eyes were on it, even the little boys. "You men deserve a brake every now and then, hm? With a nice raise, right?" The boy watched as the little bag of gold was tossed from the man to the greedy guards. "Leave the boy to me; I'll take care of this." The corrupted guards peeked inside the bag, eyes not leaving it for a second.

"Why yes, of course take 'em." The one holding Sasuke's little wrists tied some rope around them and handed the other end of the rope to the mysterious man, the boy was too shocked to run away.

'Do stuff like this happen often?' Sasuke thought about how horrible these guards were. The guards left hurriedly as if the man would take back his gold. The odd man climbed down from his seat, and knelt to Sasuke's height and untied him. Sasuke was very confused.

"Get up on the bench, boy." He said kindly, not knowing what to do Sasuke did as he was told. "My name is Hatake Kakashi. What is yours?" He went to the back of his wagon and dug around a minute and returned to the front with a blanket. Kakashi rapped the blanket around the kid's shoulders. He took the reins of his horses and started off again down a dirt road that led around Old Town instead of through it.

"Sasuke." The eight year old said in a small, shy, but defiant voice.

"Do you have a last name?"

"No, just Sasuke." Kakashi took in his dark hair and eyes.

"Well Sasuke you will be coming home with me now."

"Why?" That made Kakashi chuckle and made Sasuke wonder of the man's sexual preferences. People did that a lot in Old Town, pick up children and take them back to their homes. Sasuke is one of the lucky ones.

"I need help around my store." Sasuke almost sighed with relief, but thought that the man could be lying.

"What do ya do?" Sasuke demanded, but Kakashi was glad he could get the little boy to talk.

"I'm a blacksmith in Bowerstone square." Sasuke gawked at the grey man. He had never seen a blacksmith, or Bowerstone square. There the guards actually did their jobs and it was one of the nicest places in Bowerstone, the shopping district, full of rich folk and colorful things in fancy shop windows. And swords were something he has only ever seen have always been the curved rusty ones of the thugs in Old Town or the short broad ones on the hips of guards, never been used properly. Sasuke's eye's travelled to the sword on Kakashi's belt.

"Wha's that?!" he asked excitedly. Kakashi admired his enthusiasm, and his willingness to speak, most street urchins were untrusting but this boy seemed way too curious.

"This is a long sword, don't worry you will learn all about these soon enough." It seemed, to Sasuke, like the man was hiding something. But he kept his mouth shut. "Sasuke can you read?" Kakashi asked suddenly.

"No, Mum past away before she could teach me."

"Well I am going to make sure you get an acceptable education. You will become my apprentice."

"Why?"

"I need someone to take care of my store when I'm gone." He answered simply.

"…aren ya scared I'll steal sumthin?" Kakashi chuckled again.

"No Sasuke I do not think you will take anything." This made little Sasuke even more confused.

"Mister?" Sasuke asked after a brief silence.

"Yes Sasuke?"

"Are you touched in the head?" Kakashi didn't answer he just laughed, as the horses pulled them through Bowerstone's main gate, the one that was flanked by good Guards and led straight into Bowerstone square.

I've wanted to write this for awhile. It's a cross over with Naruto and Fable 2! It's SasuxSaku and don't worry there will be fighting and magic in the future.