Chapter one ^w^

Summary: Kaeda needed someone to understand her. Naruto needed someone to care about him. Kaeda Brewer grew up in "our" world, having no clue who her birth parents were or who she really was. She had no clue why she was stronger, faster, more agile and smarter than everyone around her. When Naruto accidently screws up the Bunshin Jutsu, he ends up summoning Kaeda on top of him - quite litteraly. Though they don't speak the same language, Naruto finds the mother he's always wanted, while Kaeda founds the one thing she'd give anything to protect.

Now, off we go 8D

I had always been different from everyone else. Growing up in a small rural area in Kentucky, I knew almost everyone, and everyone knew me. I was Kaeda Brewer, daughter of the Super Intendant, the girl who got athletic scholarships to nearly every school in the US but still decided to go to Northern Kentucky University. The mocha-skinned, petite, adopted spitfire brunette that everyone either loved or hated.

Yet still, that wasn't what set me apart. I was found, bleeding on the banks of the Ohio River by my adoptive parents, Mica and Daniel Brewer. Dad was the Super Intendant – Mom was an Art Collector, our house was filled with originals. When they found me, I looked barely a month old, with ten whip-like cuts down my back – though, remarkably, it quickly healed into ten separate black lines. They're irremovable – trust me, it confuses me too.

Besides that, it was impossible for me to get sick. I had never, once in my life, thrown up, gotten a cold or the flu, or even had a fever. It was like I had a ridiculously high immunity to all illnesses. That wasn't even the weirdest thing – I was naturally faster, stronger, and more agile than any of the people around me. I had keener senses and once, fell from a third story window and landed on my feet without breaking a thing.

The weird things I could do paled in comparison to others. For example – animals loved me. Normal ones like cats and dogs, of course, but foxes, horses, hell even raccoons liked me. It made no sense – and was occasionally irksome.

Ever came home to find a fox in your closet? No? Well, it's a little shocking. I probably would've thrown it out the window if not for the fact that was a little kit with the most gorgeous caramel eyes I have ever seen. I'm still keeping her – I named her Hotaru after my favorite Sailor Moon character – It means firefly.

I get off topic too much. Anyway, to restate – I've always been different. I never thought too much of it, it never seemed important.

Of course, I probably should have now that I look back.

Even if I didn't look too much into my abilities, there was something I was borderline obsessed with – my heritage. I wanted to know who I was, where I came from, who my parents were. There was no trace of anyone from where they found me. No medical records, birth reports – nothing. It was as if I just appeared out of thin air.

Right.

My real story begins after a day at college. I lived in a small cottage off campus – I wasn't one to room with strangers. I was a territorial person and very, very possessive when it came to people I claimed to be mine. No one else lived in my little abode except for Hotaru, my baby. She was about sixth months old and getting rather big.

"Tadaima!" I called, shrugging off my light red hoodie and hanging it over the back of a kitchen chair. There was the sound of padding feet, and I looked down to see my little fox put her dark brown paws on my knee. I scooped her up, nuzzled my nose against her as I went to get a bottle of tea from the fridge. That was when I felt it.

A tingling starting up at my feet, giving me the uncomfortable feeling that they had fallen asleep. Still, I ignored it, taking a drink and scratching Hotaru-chan absently behind the ear.

The tingling made its way up to my chest. I fidgeted, sitting down in my plush chair, my baby beside me, a book in my hands.

The tingling reached my head and everything went black.

Naruto hadn't meant to do it. Honestly! After another day at the academy he had went down to Ichiraku's for dinner, when the people their sent nasty looks at him and left like usual. He pretended their cruel accusations bounced off him, though each one felt like he was taking a kunai to a heart.

The blonde had gotten rather good at pretending to always be happy, fixing his foxy grin on his face to cover the loneliness. He had joked around with Ayame-nee a bit, before paying and deciding to go to the park for a little while before going back to his drafty apartment.

He went and sat on his swing, going back and forth and ignoring the hateful looks the villagers sent him. His cerulean eyes made their way around the green field before resting on a young woman walking around, holding hands with a boy that was obviously her son. A pang went through his heart.

I wish I had that… he thought wistfully, sighing and looking away once more. The mother and son were soon out of sight, but hours later as he took a freezing shower in the low-class apartment, the image was still trained in his mind.

When he began practicing the newest technique they had learned, the Bunshin, it still laid on his mind. Maybe that's how it happened, because as he thought I wish I had someone to care about me like that, he did the Rat handsign instead of the Boar. There was a poof of smoke and all he saw was a pair of dark green eyes before he was knocked against the wall, falling unconscious.

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~Adra