Story: Wonderland
Chapter 1: I exist to imitate people
Rating: T for teen! Or um...K+
Warning: Major OC action. Or rather, there will be many original characters in here. No mary-sues or marty-stus though, so don't worry.
Summary: When Yuuki Hazumu finds herself to be the only surviving member of the village hidden in the shadows, she is unwillingly thrust into the bright light that is the village of Konohagakure. Being accepted by not only her new team, but by the rest of the genin teams as well -teams 7, 8, and 10- is going to take a lot of work, and Hazumu is trying to find her place among the leaves. Can this shadow survive surrounded by all the light? A slightly AU fic that follows the original Naruto timeline but with 4 genin teams in the beginning instead of three.
Comments: This is, actually, a rewrite of one of my older stories. There'll be more information at the end of the chapter, because, frankly m'dears, if I put all of that friggin' cr-p up here, it would take a lot of space.
Disclaimer: Nah, I sure as hell don't own Naruto. The OCs in this story, on the other hand...
The song for this chapter: The vanishment of Hatsune Miku by Hatsune Miku; I DO NOT OWN IT.

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Chapter one
I exist to imitate people.

~Shedding tears noticing that even all that is fading~
~With an unreliable basis~
~The place I came from already destroyed~
~When everyone forgets about me~
~I'll have no heart or such thing left in me~

"Sakumo-nii? Are we bad?" A small, eight year old girl asked, with wide, wide, wide lime green doe eyes hidden under floppy soft inky bangs, and a worried baby lip. The older, taller, boy stared back at her with surprised pitch black orbs. But before the older boy can respond, the delicate child in front of him continues speaking, in a rushed, high voice. "Because, because, today, those outsiders, those strangers with the strange rain headband were talking about...us. About all of us. And the dark." The little girl whispered the last part, as if it was a secret. "About how only creatures of evil can live in the dark. Are we bad, Sakumo-nii-chan?"

Sakumo, the older, taller boy sighed, and pushed back raven black bangs from his pale face. The young girl in front of him stared expectantly, with the air of someone who was infinetly patient. Sakumo opened his mouth "What makes you think we're bad, Hazumu?" He finally responded. Hazumu blinked.

"Well the way the amegakure(?) nintalked about us. And the story books. Only bad things hid out in the dark like us." Hazumu whispered again, tugging down on the hem of her knee-high kimono. Soon, her wide eyed stare was averted to the ground, as well. "I think it's logical. We hide out in the shadows so much. We must be bad if we hid in the dark." Hazumu mumbled, a tiny pale hand fidgeting around dark blue satin. Sakumo blinked at her.

"We hid in the dark because we're shinobi, Hazumu." He responded, fingering the hem of his own shirt; coarse dark blue cotton.

"Not everyone in Kage is a ninja. Even the civilians...they're in the dark too, Nii-chan." Hazumu responded, glaring at the bright, metallic, shadow hitai-ate wrapped proudly around his forehead. "They're in the dark, too." Hazumu raised her (innocent) gaze to an open window to their right. It was three in the afternoon, and yet, it was as dark as if it was eight in the night. Sakumo frowned.

"Kagegakure is a country emerged in night. Or in shadows. It's not our fault." Sakumo responded, looking out the window as well. Hazumu stared at him curiously.

"Oh. I see." Hazumu mumbled, taking a seat next to him at their kitchen table. Sakumo stared at the little girl a second more, before returning back to his work set before him. As Hazumu kept staring at him and his work, Sakumo started feeling a bit awkward. But really, he couldn't banish the little girl away. Her father(his uncle) would surely throw a fit if he found out that a supporting member of the Yuuki clan (i.e. Sakumo) was mean to his heir, the future leader of the Yuuki clan (i.e. Hazumu). And so, Sakumo was left with his cousin staring intently at him, in an awkward silence.

"Is being a ninja fun?" Hazumu asked suddenly, after a few minutes of watching her cousin write out what exactly happened on his mission. To tell the truth, Hazumu kept trying to read what the mission was all about, and what was Sakumo's part in it. "Was that event," Hazumu pointed at the scroll Sakumo was writing in, "fun to be a part of?" She asked, turning her wide green eyes to Sakumo's black ones.

Sakumo sighed, but he smiled at her, a little ruefully. "It was fun, yes. We got to travel to another country, and it was so bright there! So bright and warm!" Sakumo exclaimed, his little rueful smile being replaced by a real one, a smile that had Hazumu joining in. "I wish you were able to see it, Ha-chan. To feel it. The sun...is so amazing. So...indescribable." Sakumo finished off, somewhat lamely, the huge smile still on his face. Hazumu's smile, though, slowly started disappearing.

"This mission was fun, right? What about your other missions? Were they fun as well?" Hazumu asked, blinking at her cousin, who's smile was starting to disappear also.

"That mission was fun. And yeah, some other missions are fun as well. But not all of them are fun." Sakumo admitted, turning away from his cousin's wide eyed gaze. "Being a ninja isn't always fun, Hazumu. Sometimes we have to do...things. Things that aren't always 'fun'." Sakumo droppedhis pencil, and turned to the window, observing the darkness outside, and very pointedly ignoring the little girl beside him.

"Oh. Oh...Oh." She mumbles and he knows she understands. "Then...why do you do those things?" Hazumuasks, looking at the side of her cousin's face. "Nii-chan? Why?"

"Because we don't have a choice." Sakumo murmurs, tapping calloused fingers against the smooth wooden table top. It's quiet, once again, but this time it's not awkward but somber, both of the Yuuki clan members heavily lost in thought.

"I'll change that. When I become a ninja...a shinobi...I'll become strong enough to change that. I'll change it so everyone has a choice!" Hazumu declares, full of the arrogance only the unknowing have. And...Sakumo smiles at her, hoping that one day she would be able to change that, even though he knew it was probably going to be impossible for her. Placing his hand on top of her head and smiling down at her, Sakumo made a silent wish that she would be able to survive.

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She was so tired. So damn tired. But she couldn't stop; Hazumu knew that. Pumping her legs faster, she was thankful for all the training her father pushed onto her. Without it, she was sure that she wouldn't have been able to have gotten this far away. Dodging around the tall, thin trees that cropped up in her path, Hazumu wondered if her younger brother

(wasn't his name Hatori?)

had time to get away as well.

Hearing a deafening KA-BOOM from behind her, and feeling the after-shock of the explosion from all the way out here, Hazumu wished desperately that he did.

Panting, gasping, and completely out of breath, Hazumu stopped, and used the back of her hand to wipe something wet from her forehead. She wasn't sure if it was blood, or sweat, or if that moisture was even hers. Oh, god, she was so tired! And it was so dark out! She had lost count of how many times she had fallen down, over unidentifiable objects

-her knees hurt-

and as much as she wanted to stay here forever, here, in the dark, resting, she couldn't; The sharp, metal CLANG! of clashing kunai knives that were way too close told her so. With an animalistic growl, Hazumu once again threw herself into the darkness, running around, over, and straight through objects. Her lungs were working overtime, it seemed, and yet, the air didn't seem to be reaching her fast enough. Her breathing was erratic; Her air was being sucked up in wild, uncontrollable gasps. That was, for the moment, the only thing she heard, other than the frantic, panicked, unbelievably fast pounding of her heart.

Shoomp shoo-mp -gasp- shoomp -gasp sigh gasp- shoomp shoo-mp

And then, and then, it seemed that something appeared in her line of vision. A silhouette that was too short and too human to be a tree. The faint moonlight that streamed in through the leaves and branches of the trees fell upon the figure, and faintly, Hazumu could make out straight, familiar features. A startled, frightened cry made it's way out of Hazumu's lips, and she almost ran into him. But at the last minute, she swiveled, and ran away from him, and back to where she came from,

-the burning hell hole that was once her home-

the scroll in her left hand and the shadow headband in her right instantly becoming her priority; her comfortmotivationenergysource. But it doesn't matter, because a cold, hard, painful hand wrapped itself around her upper arm, and yanked backwards, throwing Hazumu to the side, her slender body making contact with something. She heard a crack, but she was sure it wasn't the tree that was hurt; A confirmation, a tidal wave of pain just struck her whole left side. She let out a cry of pain, but she got up anyways, and starts to run away again, just to be hit from behind. As a kunai dug into her upper left arm, she almost dropped her scroll and her headband, but she didn't and continues running, ignoring the pain, and trying to escape from her pursuer.

Destruction was very common in the Shinobi world; All the ninja in Kagegakure told her so. Many people, clans and villages became solid proof of that. Her father had told her they were called coup de' eta ts or something like that. Usually the victims of such Coups were strong. And usually the cause of the coups were stronger.

That was the case with Kagegakure.

Someone from the inside-

(one of her family members)

-had gotten fed up. And now, and now, her village was being destroyed, while she was running away. Somebody had to survive and Hazumu had been the only one smart enough to figure that out. And now she was

(a coward)

running for her life, running from her village, running to survive, with a monster at her back. She was battered, bloody, and so tired, but she had to survive! Hazumu wasn't sure though, if the now rouge ninja behind her would let her survive. The cracked ribs in her side, and the growing cuts and slashes on her body were proof of that. So, she saw glimpses of her life being replayed before her when she tripped over something unidentifiable. Sprawled face down on the ground, Hazumu waited for the death blow.

But it never came.

Rolling over, gently, so she was on her back, Hazumu looked up, at a very full moon, and wondered why she hasn't been killed yet. His presence had not yet faded; On the contrary, it seemed closer than expected. And soon, the moon was being eclipsed by someones shadow. Her pursuer leaned over her. Hazumu cringed.

"W-Why? -cough hack hack- Why did you do it?" Hazumu asked, hacking up some blood. It dribbled down her chin, leaving a dark red path. Her pursuer leaned down further, and wiped the blood from her chin. Hazumu cringed, and rolled over, only to find out a second too late that, that was a bad idea. Gasping, and rolling over again to relieve the pain in her left side, Hazumu fought desperately against the tears of pain and against the darkness that was starting to sink into her consciousness. "Y-You had no right! -cough-" Hazumu shrieked, momentarilly frightening the darkness away with a ear-drum clawing voice.

"No. I had every right." The murderer answered, with a voice so familar, the tears almost won out. "There were forces beckoning the fall of Kagegakure, and I merely gave them the shove in the right direction." The monotone in his voice was only confirmation of what Hazumu ran away from, and a pained gurgle forced its way up and out her throat.

"You had no right..." Hazumu repeated. Fighting against the reality that death had already claimed her loved ones, the tears welled up anyways, in her eyes; She tried to blink them away, because she would not cry in front of her murderer. Someone sighed, and it sounded so tired and pained, she wasn't sure if it was her or her pursuer who omitted such a sound.

"You have no right, Hazumu. Yuuki is the name for courage. And yet, you ran away, with your tail in between your legs, you interpretation of 'pride' clutched feebly in your hands. You lay there, pathetic and beaten and weak, your frightened efforts wasted on yourself, and you have the nerve to tell me I have no right?" Hazumu choked back a sob, as the murderer leaning over her recoiled from her as if she had the plague. "You cling to life, preaching idiotically to someone with enough mentality to break free, and you say I have no right? You're disgusting." Closing her eyes, Hazumu didn't have to see him leave; She heard him all too clearly.

"People like you, the cowards who would save themselves instead of others, don't deserve to live. But sometimes living is worse than dying. I'll leave you here, pathetic and alive, clinging to life alone and frightened. Come back to fight me when you have enough courage to do so."

He was gone. Hazumu noticed his presence faded, until it was no more.

And then she started screaming. Blood curling, ear-drum clawing screams of pain. And somewhere along the line, the tears mixed in with the screams, because the reality and the finality finally sunk in. This was the end.

The full moon above her blurred into a white fuzzball, and then, it was lost to the darkness; Her eyes closed.

But the tears didn't stop.

~I try to remember the faces of the people I've missed~
~But those memories are fading away~
~You hear me break. My heart is vanishing~
~The death is drawing near~
~I was trying to protect the fading light~
~That presented an illusion of a better future~

"...we do?..."

"...young...back...the village..."

Her hearing was screwed up. She was sure she was hearing voices. Unfamiliar voices she's never heard before; A voice inside her head twitched awake with a scoff. Of course they're unfamiliar if she's never heard them before. Except for that little sarcastic part of her mind, the rest of her was still asleep, teetering on the edge of unconscious and conscious.

"Her chakra...spiking up..."

A memory tugged at her; Her father once told her that in some hospitials, the shinobi watched the chakra to see if someone was awake, unconscious or even dead. Her chest felt hollow, as something in her chest throbbed and pounded, the pain new, and fresh, and agonizing. Her breathing picked up, shallow, and gasping.

"She's coming back into consciousness!"

The voices were too clear now, too clear and too loud. Hazumu wanted to cover her ears, or to tell them to be quiet, but she couldn't. Her arms were some dead things at her sides, and she couldn't move her lips.

"If we're going to move her, we should do it now. She's lost a lot of blood, and her chakra levels are pretty low."

There were four different voices, which meant that there were four different people, Hazumu noted, her mind slowly clearing itself. Her breathing almost went back to normal, but she was still gasping.

"She has something in her hands. A scroll...? And a headband, I think."

At this Hazumu whimpered. They were the only ties she had to her old village, and these people wanted to take them away! She noticed, that after she whimpered, that it had gotten quiet. Too quiet.

"Hello? Miss? We're going to take you to Konoha is that okay? You're very badly injured." A voice told her, and she the rustling of grass as someone moved closer. The idea of opening her eyes came into her mind, and she struggled to find her eyelids and to pry them open. And...she grunted in effort. Once again silence washed over when she grunted. And then the muffled attempts of someone covering their laughter. She felt the blood rush up to her face, or rather, what was left of her blood, and she knew she was blushing. As she opened her eyes, she came face to face with the pale morning sky.

Her full moon had gone away.

Blinking at the gray tinted orange sky, Hazumu wondered where she was. And why it was so bright. It was a million times brighter than the sunniest day back in Kagega-

The emptiness in her chest thumped stronger than before and Hazumu cried out in pain. And then someone was leaning over her, bright blue eyes worried. She was staring at the handsome face of a young man, and he was staring back at her. But Hazumu was drawn not to his features, but to his eyes; they were the brightest eye color she's ever seen, depite her own eyes.

"You have very pretty eyes." Hazumu rasped, her throat sore. The young man above her blinked and turned to his unseen comrades.

"She's delusional. I'm going to heal her here. There's no way she's going to make it through the trip to Konoha." He said, and something faintly twitched in annoyance in Hazumu's mind. She wasn't crazy!

"Pretty eyes..." Hazumu repeated, and then her eyes, growing more tired by the second, drifted a little way upwards, to where his headband rested. A leaf gleamed proudly on the bright silver-ish metal, and Hazumu blinked at the leaf. "Ko...no...ha...?"

"...We're taking you to Konoha....Where are you from...?" The young man asked, and Hazumu struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Kage...ga...kure..." Hazumu responded, her voice slow, and her words slurring.

"What...happened?" Someone else asked.

"It...destroyed...by..." Hazumu muttered. She was nearly incomprehensible, but guessing by the shocked intake of breath, she was guessing they all heard her.

"...By who?!" Bright-eyes asked, leaning over her further, sky blue eyes desperate, and fierce, and caring. Hazumu reached up, momentarilly gaining control of her limbs, reaching, reaching reaching up to touch the sky blue of his eyes. A small smirk slowly made it's way on her face as the young man leaned away from her hand.

"My cousin..." Hazumu replied, letting her arm drop.

And then the world was dark once again.

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AN: I have mad love for this fic. This was supposed to be a birthday present from me to me, but it is, unentionally late. Anyways, Wonderland, is basically, not only a birthday present, but a rewrite of my other fic, "Wait, I died? How am I in the Naruto-verse?" The characters from Wait I died will migrate on over here, except for Kirai and Kira, because they really didn't have any major roles in that story, anyways.

Hazumu's already made an appearance in this chapter, and if you squint really hard, you'll find Haruko-sensei in this chapter too! XD

Aren't emoticons fun? :D I love them! XD

Anyways, that's all for this chapter! I hope you enjoyed this first bit of WONDERLAND, and to answer any questions so far.

1) My Birthday was on November 16
2) Wait I died will be discontinued, but not deleted, as a gift to it's awesomeness.
3) Yes, all chapters will have a song quote or a song name as their title.

-NightTimeRamen