Hey everyone! I want to make it clear that this story is dedicated to three of my favorite Fan fiction writers: FireFoxImr, lilskystar and CreepyPastaLover12.

Hey Guys, I hope your reading this!

Chapter 1

Walking, that's what I was doing. Just walking, with my earphones on, listening to some music, like I always did when I need some time away from my roommates. Hey, don't get me wrong, they are super cool.

Skystar is the craziest girl I've ever known. Seriously, she is completely bonkers. Sometimes, when I walk past her door, I hear her talking to herself. It's quite amusing, really. When I question her about it, she doesn't deny it, she just casually goes: "Why, yes, I was. In fact, while I was doing that I got a brilliant idea for a new story!" She also happens to be the biggest fan of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Beast Transformers I have ever seen.

CreepyPastaLover, or Vivian as I call her, moved in with us after finishing college. True to her name, she's into horror stories. Her room does sorta creep me out with all the Slenderman and Jeff the Killer posters, but she says it helps her think while writing, so none of us object.

FireFox is the only guy in the house, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's kinda like the big brother of the house, I guess. He's more of a Naruto fan, like me. He was the first person to befriend me in high school, and we kinda just stuck together.

I'm just gonna say that I'm known as Tsubaki. And I'm not gonna say anything about me, cause I'm not as cool as the previous three. I'm just a normal teenage girl, who loves to write.

But, the part about being normal, was about to change.

I don't know how a box could catch my attention…but it did. I reach up and take the earphones off, staring at the box. I nearly flip when the box starts crying in five different voices.

Moving very slowly, I open the box…to find five infants inside, crying for all their worth. The one opens her eyes, sees me and stops crying. The other follow suit.

My eyes scan over them, trying to figure out why anyone would abandon five healthy kids. Suddenly my eyes fall on the five bundles, one next to each of them. I frown, noting that those were definitely not there when I opened the box. Hoping for a clue about why they were abandoned, I reach in and grab one of the bundles. The sun has already set, so it's rather dark in the box, so I don't notice the pattern on the bundles material until I see it in the street lamps light that just came on.

I drop the bundle in shock (Thankfully it lands on the pavement, not the kids) when I recognize the Nara clan's symbol on the material. When it crashes on the ground the knot loosens, allowing its contents to spill out across the pavement. The light of the street lamp glints on the metal of the well-known hitai-ate of the Hidden Leaf Village.

Now more terrified than before, I sink to my knees, forcing my shaking hands to shift through the items of the bundle. The hitai-ate, a fan, a stuffed toy deer and… an envelope. I open it quickly, removing the piece of paper. Japanese, whatever was written on it was in Japanese.

I force my hand into my pocket, struggling to get a grip on my I-phone. Taking a few deep breaths to steady my hand, I take a photo of the last few symbols on the page. I send the picture to my translating app and wait, hoping that this is all some big prank. After about five seconds the translation is complete, and it pops up on my screen.

"…love you more than you know.

Stay safe

Love

Your parents

Shikamaru and Temari Nara"

My phone drops into my lap as it sinks in. This is no prank. The box gives a small whimper, and I peek over the side, paying close attention to their looks this time.

Child 1 has blond hair, blue eyes and whisker marks on his, um her… I have to find out if they're boys or girls… cheeks. Child 2 has black hair and teal coloured eyes. Child 3 has dark brown hair and pupiless white 4 and 5 both have onyx black eyes, but Child 4 has pink hair while Child 5 has black.

I stare at them for a few more seconds, before grabbing my phone and texting my destination to three numbers. I'm gonna need more hands.