Authors note: Hi there. Just want to say that Naruto does not belong to me. All of the characters belong to their respected owners. I will add a few oc's but only one of them will be a main character. I hope that you enjoy what I have here for you. Please write a review, I would love to know what you think also if I need to improve on anything. Also, if you have any ideas that you would like to maybe see happen tell me that as well. Thanks a bunch, and enjoy.
-Ggeri Sminth

Chapter One:

A Second Chance

An old woman sits in a rocking chair in an old person's home. She sits rocking back and forth looking through a book that holds all the memories that she wished to have. Pictures of ever person that she had ever known each had a small description. She looks up from her book and out the window to the sky. Life was nothing like she had hoped that it would become. She smiled; even so she had made the best of it and would die a very happy woman. The only thing that bothered her was that no one ever visited her.

Her smile seemed to fade and she closed her eyes basking in what sun she could get. Soon she fell asleep letting the book fall off of her lap. It landed on the ground open; the page that it was open to was of a young man and girl. They were two different pictures that had been cut and taped together. At the top of the page was writing that said, 'If only in my dreams.' Under the picture was a caption that said, 'The man that I loved but could never have.' The old woman was going to be 92 in a couple of days and now that she could no longer take care of herself she lived her.

It seemed that all she did these days was sit around and wait for someone to visit her and look in her book of memories. A bunch of young kids walked into the nursing home. They walked up to the counter and one of them asked for some one. The nurse pointed to the old woman in the rocking chair. The kids said thank you then walked over to her. It wasn't a big group of kids, about four. They looked at her with a bit of pity. One of them bent down and picked up her book, while the other one helped the nurse mover her into her wheel chair. They pushed the sleeping old woman back to her room.

"Ninety-two and still single, I wonder what it is like to be forever alone?" mumbled a girl with light pink hair. She was holding the book of memories. She was flipping through it while they walked.

"That's not what worries me… she never lost her innocence. What kind of person was she when she was our age?" spoke up the boy that was pushing the wheel chair, he had short black hair and very bush eyebrows.

"The kind of person that put other people before themselves." Said another boy with brown hair, he was a bit bigger than the others but still a nice boy.

"She looks so frail. What is going to happen to her, what if we didn't make it in time." Whispered the last kid; a girl with long black hair.

"We made it, she is still breathing. We have to change it, if not… I don't want to think of what will happen if we don't," sighed the boy from behind the wheel chair.

They continued walking till they got all the way to her room; it was at the back of the nursing home. To their surprise she still had loads of spirit or that is what it seemed like. She was trying her best to write yet another story but it seemed that nothing would come to her. The girl with pink hair placed her book of memories down on the table and looked over the room. It was simple yet not. She was the biggest business person in the entire world, and she wrote novels. Yet what would be the worth of all of that if you don't have any family for it to be inherited by. Maybe that was why she was still kicking.

They left her sitting in her wheel chair with a note on her lap, 'If you could do it all over. To get a second chance would you take it?' They then left. There were still people that they needed to see. It was important that they found out everything that they needed to know. Leaving the old woman made them sad; no matter how many times they had come they had never actually talked to her. She was someone that they watched over. They knew that the nurses told her that they visited but never getting to talk to her seemed to do it for them.

"Maybe we should have stayed this time. I really want to talk to her before she leaves this world," whispered the girl with black hair.

"I know, so do I, I mean she gave us life, and we don't even know the type of person that she is," frowned the bigger boy as he began munching on some chips.

They group of kids walked back up the room stopping at one more room. An old man sat in the room looking out the window, it had been a while that anyone came to visit him. Not even his kids came to visit him. He looked over at the group of kids then looked away. He had gone grumpy in his old age, and maybe the fact that he was in here might have something to do with it.

"I don't need you kids visiting me. I have family that will come see me," coughed out the old man.

"We only came to talk to you before the choice is made. If you could have a second chance, to do it all over again would you," asked the pink haired girl, she seemed to be doing all the talking today.

He looked over at her, "I don't know what I would do. Maybe you should ask someone that deserves a second chance." He took another breath, "Like her. You know who I'm talking about right. You visit her often. She seems so sad."

"Is that why you don't leave your room, you are one of her friends," chewed out the brunet.

"Me one of her friends, humph maybe in another life; why do you ask?'

"Well you see you look like this guy that was in her book…." The girl with pink hair covered his mouth quickly so that what came out sounded like, 'Well you see… like… her book'

The old man looked at them kinda funny, "I see well if you don't mind I need to get some sleep. So I would like it if you would leave."

The group of kids left his room. There wasn't all that much that they would be able to do now. They would have to wait and see what happens. After they left latter that day the old woman passed away in her sleep. She lived to be ninety-one. She was a very, very happy old woman; everything that she had left was left to the old man's two children. It was all a strange ordeal. Why in the world would anyone do that? Apparently she had decided that they would be inheriting it the day she met them years and years ago. The years passed on and all when quiet soon the old man also passed away at the age of ninety-five. Everything quieted down and some would think that this would be the end of the story but sometimes, some stories begin with an ending. For the story had just begun.