Disclaimer: I don't own 'Naruto' and I'm not making any profit out of this story.

-Horizon-

Summary: Life is a cycle. After a nightmare you wake up and day will come, then the sunset and dark and nightmares. Sometimes, you'll find yourself gazing out there to find something (anything) and you just hope, hope with all your heart, that you'll find it.

Rating: T for cursing, blood and suggestive themes.

Gender: Adventure – Drama – Romance – Angst – Hurt/Comfort – Family – Humor - General

Pairings: Multiple pairings.

Warning: Contains Own characters (OCs). May contain yaoi and/or yuri couples, don't like don't read.

Note: This is the third time I write this story. The plot line, the characters information and appearances, character and settings involved and writing style had change. A lot of things had changed since I first published the original idea of this story, in that moment it was called "Leaf, Sand and Metal." Then it became "Horizon". It's still "Horizon" but there had been some major changes, hopefully, this is a better story now.

-Prologue-

"State your name please."

The voice was strong and commanding. It bounced in the steel walls and amplified itself, echoing endlessly. It should have been eerie, but it was overrated.

"You are aware of my name. You have it in those folders." This voice was different, higher in pitch and somehow softer. It dispersed in the room, leaving no eco of its plainness.

"State your name." The first voice was now angry, it demanded answers. She huffed in annoyance and her pink and chipped lips twisting into a smile. Hell, these peoples were annoying.

"Amaya. No last name, no village, no country." She mocked them, telling them how much they knew of nothing. Her smile became wider, unfolding across her sickly looking skin. She liked to infuriate them.

"Why are you here?" She rolled her grey eyes in annoyance. Patience was running short.

"I am not conscious of the reasons. You are the ones that brought me here." Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"You don't know? Bullshit." She looked up to the ceiling, annoyed and shook her head. "You were found surrounded of bodies and blood, and you don't know. I repeat bullshit." She glared at the wall in front of her for a few seconds, before sighting and letting her eyes became blank again.

"Oh, that. It was self defense as I have told that ANBU, that and the few things I know. Send him my regards. " She said. Now they were pissed and they knew that sending her back to interrogation will not be useful. "Any way, not like I care. What do you really want?" The girl spoke nonchalantly. A bright light appeared in front of her, blinding her. A man landed in front of her, his shadow covered the girl and his body blocked the glow. She looked up at him. He extended his arm and fear flicked through her grey eyes. From his hand a long stripe of something fell. She shook her head to move her hair, her blond hair was dirty and tangled and she ached to brush it. She lifted her face and looked at the man. Defiance shining in her eyes. The man took a step to her. A glint of metal caught her eyes and she frowned. Shinny metal and blue clothe. The man held it for her to see. A hitai-ate with the leaf symbol.

She looked at it for a second and began laughing. Throwing her head backwards making the metal chair in which she was tied slide backwards.

"Seriously? You want me, the one you so dearly called criminal, to join your shinobi ranks?" the man just held up the band, she couldn't see his face. Damm the lights. "I can't say no, can I?" she murmured bitterly. The man crouched to her level, she saw a tiger mask. ANBU. The tiger shook his head. She closed her eyes and bent her head. "I will do it."

Behind a glass panel a group of ANBUs looked down at the dark cell. One of them, using a raven mask looked at a green folder in his hands. Among some paper of medical checkups and photos, he took out a card and look at it.

Name: Amaya

Last name: ¿?

Date of birth: November 7th

Age: 13 years

A photo of the girl was attached to it. She looked young and pale. Her eyes big and plain and her hair falling mesilly around her face.

"Why do you think she accepted?" he asked. The leader, wearing a hood over his face and mask, tore his eyes away from the glass and looked at the rest of ANBUs.

"Because she knew that it was the only option." The raven looked puzzled.

"The only option to what?"

"Out."

Here it is. Prologue.

I know, I know… Pretty cliché with the bright light and the metal chair and all that stuff. Couldn't help it really. n.n

-VD.