*2013 Update!* As of now, all chapters are re-done and fixed up. There are probably some mistakes I didn't see, or couldn't fix, but other then that I hope it's easier to read. I have changed some parts, but I'm not sure if many will notice or re-read this. I am currently trying to work on the Sequel and I apologize profusely about the time it has taken me to do this. I thank all who have decided to stick by me in this 3
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, ITS PLOT, OR THE CHARACTERS IN THE ANIME/MANGA!
CLAIMER: I DO HOWEVER OWN AMAYA AND HER MOTHER!
"Amaya-san, wake up this instant!"
mumble mumble
My hand rises to dismiss the shouting.
CRACK
A stick crashes to the desk beside a girls head. She sprung awake, falling off of the bench, hitting her head on the desk behind. Laughter filled the classroom, except for a couple of the quiet kids. The ones she favoured but still had nothing to do with. The girl lay on the ground looking up at the ceiling, her head throbbing. A face with messy hair, and two triangles on his cheeks peeked over a desk and down amused.
"You're a baka Amaya-chan. Haha. Need help?" A white dog jumped on his head. "Bark!"
Her lips twisted into a little fake smile. She just shook her head and slowly got up from the floor. The two people beside her both looked over with snobby smiles, and raised brows. Annoyed, the girl growled at both of them, and they quickly went back to their work.
"Amaya-san, you'll be staying after hours." Iruka-sensei scolded.
"The only reason were still doing this is because Naruto can't grasp it..." She grumbled back at the teacher.
"HEY! What is your problem!?" the said boy jump up from his seat; the girl paid no mind to his outburst, but just sat staring at her assignments.
"Shut up Uzumaki." She quietly snarled.
"Well I otta!-" He shouted before getting cut-off.
"Naruto sit down. Amaya leave."
"Hn." She got up grabbed two sheets and handed them to Iruka-sensei.
"Here's the work and our assignment... Gomen Iruka-sensei." He took the work and looked back at her retreating figure; he watched her with a worried expression. There was always something different about the girl but he could never figure it out. The girl smiled triumphantly, proud of her smart-ass attitude. After she left the class was quiet except for the blond complaining about how his ego got stomped on.
The sun shined brightly down on her as she walked out of the academy doors. The skies were baby blue, the clouds a fluffy white and small sparrows gliding through the air. She let out an annoyed sigh, but her eyes showed sadness as she glanced from under the hood of her cloak which blew in the spring breeze.
I'm 11 years old. I have long, straight, jet black hair that goes to the midst of my back. I have bangs that half cover my bright green eyes. This is the only physical feature I inherited from my mother, which I am very lucky to have. As I age the presence of my mother seems to fade away as I grow into my father's daughter. My father's family has strong genetics. But hey, every brunette family has a blond kid.
I wear white shorts that end at the top of my knees. The normal ninja shoe. Bandage wrap around my feet and ankles to my mid shin. I have a high collar, black tee-shirt. Bandage wrap over my elbows halfway up and down my arm. Over all of these things I wear a long sleeve, light weight, jet black cloak with a hood.
This is my 2nd year in the academy. I was trained and taught all that fancy ninja crap by my father at a younger age. He felt it would be best for me to stay close to home. He was very protective of me, and of my identity. There were a great many of things that only he could show me, and secrecy was always a big rule in the clan.
My mother was a well-trained ninja as well but, she was assassinated a year and a half after I was born. My father always told me stories about her, the things she did, the things she has accomplished. I feel like I've known my mother my whole life.
I had always felt guilty though, as if I was burdening my father at such a young age. He was only 16 when I was born, 17 when he was forced to take care of me. My father was a deeply devoted and an extremely talented ninja. It took a lot out of him, plus he was so loyal to our clan. It was held high and he pushed himself harder so that I could live up to my name. He taught me so many things, told me so many stories. He was my idol, my best friend, my everything.
I was walking down another street, munching on a bag of chips I had recently purchased. There really wasn't much I could do being only 11 years old and not officially a ninja. Well, there was a lot I could do, if I had any motivation left in life. My peers could tell I was skilled, but had no idea how I became skilled, they just put me in a similar boat with Uchiha Sasuke, who was just naturally talented. But my lack of social skills worried them. They kept me back to see if I could learn to get along with other people. I didn't really care much at all; it gave me something to do to waste my time and kept nosey adults from pestering me.
I was walking by the Konoha Memorial Stone, so many names were engraved into that stone, so many names that weren't on that stone, forgotten. I stood aimlessly, reading the names over again for my undoubtedly hundredth time. I bowed my head, praying for the fallen members of Konoha. A rush of lonesomeness rushed over me, I walked off to the first tree I saw. Jumped up and perched myself on a branch in the midst of the tree. Hidden from view above and below the tree.
I spent about 60% of my time sitting here. 15% at the academy. 20% sleeping. 5% training. It's hard to live a life like the rest of them in Konoha, running around blushing over boys, gossiping over cool thing some ninja has done, when you know the secrets of the very town you live in.
I don't want to be a ninja for this village. I don't want to run around doing missions for some Hokage who's just being told what to do by higher ups. I'm unaware of how my father knew such things... or why he thought someone my age should know them… But there is no use trying to figure it out. I have learned of them, and am unable to forget. But whatever his motivations were…
They don't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore because my dream died 2 years ago. My dream of becoming the greatest ninja, to become Hokage myself... No, that dream died when my clan realized what was happening. That dream died, when Uchiha Itachi, killed my father... That dream died when Uchiha Itachi, killed my entire clan... for the sake of this... precious village. That dream died along with my faith in humanity. I knew the dark past of the Uchiha clan, the bloody secrets that are hidden within only 2 remaining people.
My father told it all to me, story after story. I thought they were just fairy tales until the day I found his corpse in the bottom of a river, with a suicide note that I couldn't help but question he actually wrote. It wasn't until Itachi slaughtered the entire village that I put two and two together. I could never understand why Sasuke and I were spared.
I threw a kunai into a nearby bush. A rabbit jumped running as fast as he could. I sighed. Being a ninja is so lame. Especially since it causes so many traumas in so many lives. I haven't quite resolved why I'm protecting those who wanted me dead, but I have a sense it's out of fear, or apathy. I clenched my eyes shut as a tear fell from my eye. Just a single tear for a single hero.
