Disclaimer: The characters of Naruto and settings are all owned by Masashi Kishimoto not me. But the story is fan-fictioned by me as well as my character, Yu Gure. Something I'm re-submitting which I had written years ago.


Chapter 1

-Prologue-

"Noooooooooooooooooo!"

The brightness of the snow surround the house flickered on and off like a broken switch whilst the lethal tongues of flames flickered out of smashed windows and tried to engulf the premises. A young girl who was just thrown out of the house through the broken window, forced her body upright and stared at the house she once belonged to through tear-blurred vision.

How deadly flames can spread, as the flickering flames moments ago had now almost completely succeeded in engulfing the whole house.
The burning smell and the heat felt upon the young girl's cheeks scarred upon her memories as the visual of this horror clearly etched at the back of her mind, which she was never going to be able to forget.

"Hi..aniue*..." she wept, eyes flooded with hot tears, as she held her injured arm with the other that was made due to the impact of the window when she crashed through it.
So numb by emotions, she couldn't even feel the cold snow burying up to her knees as she just continuously cried out for her beloved older brother.

"Hi aniue*-!"

*big brother


A certain girl wakes up from slumber and fluidly gets ready for a daily routine.
Without the presence of the sun, outside is still a world filtered with a tint of navy.

She only wears a simple piece of non-sleeved shirt with long trousers and lives short on everything, keeping her belongings most minimal enough to keep a simple life.
But considering the fact that the apartment she is living in is being paid by a person she knew well, out of courtesy, she couldn't complain, not that she had ever been unsatisfied with what she has been provided.

Without fuss, her waist-long raven hair is combed up to a simple ponytail that would always dance with the wind.
Splash of the cold tap water removes the rest of the drowsiness before she wipes her face with a towel that she then lowers, revealing her long black lashes that barely covered her deep coal eyes upon the mirror that reflects back her selfless eyes.
before her and her pale face stood out against the black hair.

Her small, naturally pink tinged lips is like a geisha's that contrasts with her overall pale complex, to which in overall, is known as the young beauty of the village, despite the personality which isn't as elegant, but leaning more to a rather lifeless doll, uninterested in everything, much like a certain raven is just as popular with his attractiveness, yet having no sense of emotional aura.

The beauty of the village always chooses to walk over to the river to use the small waterfalls in the upstream area to wash her hair, so indifferently to her daily activity, she steps out of the house at this early hour.

The chilly morning wind plays with her hair, creating messy curls that always finds itself to unravel smoothly before the wind decides to play with it more. The streets are phantom bare with no one breathing in sight, almost like all the buildings themselves are holding its breath. The time she chooses is for this reason, well before the break of dawn, so she does not have to become in contact with anyone. Not that anyone would recognise her as she lives her life mostly in her room or out like this when the village shows its hour of phantom.

Moreover, she is not of this village...

Whilst listening to the crunching of the shoes she makes with the ground, suddenly she hears another pair, and furthermore coming towards her direction.

She looks up to see a human-version raven. A black, spiky-haired boy with cold eyes that looks somewhat familiar to what she sees every morning in her mirror.
His hands are shoved in his pockets whilst a default, unemotional face is plastered across his face.

Regardless of this unfortunate encounter that the diva had wanted to avoid, she nevertheless bows lightly before walking past the young raven with disinterest.
With a blink of an eye, the girl's arm had been grasped by the raven as he stops her in her tracks.

"Yu Gure."

Caught by the raven, being called out her name, the girl's head snaps back to stare into hard coal eyes at an arm-length distance.

As the sun just starts to rise behind the raven, his shadow overcasts and consumes hers as if her shadow is captured by the raven.
The shadow-captured girl's eyes that's wide open in bewilderment, reflects back bright colours of the sun rays, her tuscan yellow iris become luminous with curiosity.

When the diva realises that her heart has start beating again, she remembers how to mover lips that part and voice out her thoughts in a bare whisper that the wind carries away, becoming almost unheard, except the raven catches those words before it disappears into thin air.

"How... do you know my name?"