A/N: Okay this is my first story here of I hope you like it. Please don't flame me, unless its completly nessicary

Disclaimer:I do not own any of the charracters from Naruto in this story. Those belong to Kishimoto-Sensei. I do own Misumi, Hotake, and a bunch of other OCs. Well except for the ones my friends made.

Past Mistakes and Present Questions

Chapter 1

-Misumi's POV-

Everyone was crying. Everyone except for Hotake, my older brother who was 5 at the time. I gingerly reached for the door to my parents room and recoiled as Grandmother smacked my hand. Wait thats not right. Grandmother died a while back. But I swear this lady looks just like her. She calls Hotake over and he takes my hand leading me out to the swing set. Relieved to get out of there I asked him. "Why can't we go see Momma and Papa?"

Hotake's face was somber. "Momma and Papa are gone Misumi-chan. But the remnants of their sickness still remain." He answered knowing that I most likely wouldn't be able to understand. But I did. I understood perfectly. Me and Nii-san were orphans now. All we had were eachother. Smiling I squeezed his hand. "Come on. We're all we got left. And we're not going with some stranger. Where they'll seperate us." For the first timw that day I saw my brother smile.

-Hotake's POV-

We kept our promise for 4 years. Until that night. After that our worlds would change forever. I had just tucked in Misumi, 8 years old now into bed when I realized how quiet it was. Usually the air was filled with shopkeepers shouting at people passing by their shops or dogs barking and AlleyCats singing. But it was uttersilence.

Thinking nothing of it at the time I walked back into the living room of our 2 bedroom aparment. It had taken all of our savings to get this aparment. No one would take on an 9 year old boy or his 8 year old little sister unless they had smaller jobs for them. Sitting down in the warm couch with a small afghan Misumi had crocheted. I stared into the fire lost in a few memories of after our parents had died.

A blood curdling scream broke the peaceful silence. Startled I ran to Misumi's room only to find her sitting up silently in bed rubbing her eyes. "Nii-san what was that?" She asked her voice thick with sleep. "I don't know." I said as I warily went to the room that looked over the city..

-Misumi-

Something was wrong. I could tell Hotake was scared by the way he slowly made his way to my bedroom window. His frightened expression turned to terrified as her looked out. "Nii-san?" I said timidly.

"Sound Ninja." He muttered along with some colorful curses that I had no idea where he learned them from. "What do they want with us?" He shrugged, "It could be nothing-"

Hotake was cut off by the sound of our apartment door being blown off of it's hindges. "Search the aparment." An old womans voice commanded. I recognized that voice. The lady from our old house the day when Tou-san and Ka-san died. I felt something between scared and fury at the old woman. She had betrayed us!

-Hotake-

I saw my little sister's tiny hands turn into fists, then realized what danger we were in. Both of us had had mild Ninja training but these guys were full fledged jonin and Chunin. And the old woman was probably a witch or something. "Come on." I whispered picking Misumi up and opening the door to the laundry shute. Quickly before the Ninja blew open our bedroom doorI tried to put Misumi-chan into the shute but she held on to my neck tightly, not wanting to let go.

"You promised Nii-san. That we'd never let them seperate us." She cried out. Tears welling up in her eyes. Wincing at the sounds of footsteps I braced myself in front of my sister prepareing to fight if I had to.

The door flew open and An old woman accompanied by 5 nin stepped in."Well isn't this a familiar sight."

"TRAITOR!" Misumi yelled out struggling against my arm that held her behind me. The woman only chuckled. "Boys take them." She ordered and her nin did as they were told easily prying us apart and marching down the stairs with us.

-Misumi-

I struggled. Kicking and shouting everything I could do to try and get this man to let go of me. Nothing worked except his arm tightened slightly to keep me from falling. "Throw the girl into the cart." The traitor woman's voice sounded from behind me and I could hear Hotake shouting curses and other things at them but they paid no mind.

Once outside the man who held me captive threw me roughly into a covered wagon. I ended up hitting my head and everthing went black. Though unconsious I could feel the womans finger on the side of my head slightly. She was mumbling something as I once again drifted back into a endless black sea.

-Hotake-

"DAMN YOU! LET US GO! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HER!" My shouting didn't seem to reach them as the woman emerged from the wagon. Whatever she did to Misumi had to be bad. I could feel it.

"What shall we do with the boy?" The man holding me asked. The woman just smiled and lifted her hands. She started mumbling a few words. I could feel myself shrinking then feeling drowsy. Before falling into a magic induced slumber and weakly called out "Misumi."

When I awoke I was back in the apartment just like I had been before the scream. But Everything was bigger looking in the full length mirror in the bathroom I let out a shout. "WTF! I'M SHRUNK!"

In truth I look like I did when I was 3 to 4 years younger. Afraid of what I would find I opened the door to Misumi's room and faced the reality that she was gone. For the first time in a long time I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks.