Hey guys ! I know I haven't updated Who you are or Palm springs academy… but I had an idea and I thought that I have to write this down! So.. it might not be what people usually reads here on but I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything that I've mentioned in this story.

Prologue

It's the year 3012 and things have changed over the years. Centauri Earth is dying. The government called the Hebi, under the control of Uchiha Sasuke, is controlling the remaining resources that only the first estate and some second estate could afford. If you happen to be in the third estate, then there's nothing to live for, it's better to be dead than to deal with the slave orders the government gives out every single day.

Okay, I know you're going to be wondering, what are estates? Well, it's how we call our social classes. The first estate includes all the officials and military commander that controls the Hebi. They are the richest and the most influential people in the land. They usually lived in luxurious and lavish lives that only we could ever dream of, and only 5% of the population make up the first estate. The second estate is also called the professional. They are the doctors, scientists, etc. they make good money too, they live a pretty comfortable life and 16% of the population make up the second estate. And lastly, the third estate. I don't know how to describe them except that they are also called the beggars, the poorest of the poor and they live in run down buildings, tenements and on the road if you're really poor, like you don't even have a penny in your pocket. 79% of the population makes up the third estate. And because the corruption is getting worse as time goes on, there are going to be more people getting poorer and poorer.

I, Yamanaka Ino, am living in the third estate. For 15 years, I have been making a living out of pick pocketing and stealing money from living quarters of the first and second estate. I am pretty well known because the fact is; I am damn good at doing my job. Nobody has ever caught me before, always trying to be careful, couldn't trust anybody because you make one wrong move, and Hebi will hunt you down and kill you on the spot with no mercy.

I am known as the Mouse because of how small and fast I am and they could never catch me or find any traces of me. It's my pseudo name you know what I mean? And I plan to make it stay that way. No one should know anything about me, except me. It might be kind of lonely, but that's the only way to survive in this cruel world.

Anyway, I am walking down on the streets of Brooklyn; trying to get some fresh air from that stuffy room I call my apartment, not that you'd call recycled air fresh, but its better than being holed up in one tiny space. As I was walking, I saw some Hebi officers milling around, their guns safely in their pocket, but alert and ready to draw their gun if something is amiss. That's weird, officers don't usually walk around the third estate living quarters unless they're scanning the bar code on our wrist during 12 noon and 9 PM for our daily slavery orders from the palace.

I pulled my hat lower, covering my eyes, as I casually walk past them, trying to not draw any attention to me. I heard them talking about the Mouse and I smirked. They will never know where I am, since I move from one apartment to the other every once a week. It might be hard living that way, moving from one place to another, but that's how you live in this world as a third estate person, and especially when the Prince itself is hunting you down.

Someone screamed loudly and I turned to look at where the scream came from, I saw the officers put their guns out and point it against the blond kid who, weirdly, drew some whiskers on his face. The officers were surrounding the kid, and as I looked closer, he was holding a pink haired girl to his side and glaring AND grinning at the officers.

What's up with this kid? He's asking for trouble if he doesn't stop whatever he's doing. The pink haired girl screamed again and tried kicking the boy, but he didn't even move an inch, she was too weak.

Hmm… obviously she's from the first class. Only first class girls are weak like that.

"I order you to drop Sakura-hime, you brat." The officer with the most elaborate uniform, that I'm guessing is the captain, said and stepped forward and pointed the gun towards the kid's forehead.

The kid smiled, "I'm going to strangle her if you don't show me the way to the Prince's palace." And to prove his point, he tightened his hold on the girl's neck. The girl widens her eyes and tried to pry away his hands from her neck making choking sounds.

The captain smirked pulled up his sleeves and he pressed something on his watch. This is not good, I moved towards the alley as fast as I could to avoid any smoke that would catch me and I could see other people doing the same.

Suddenly, something bright flashed through our eyes. Once the light faded, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to remove the dark spot that the flash created and after a few more blinks, I could see clearly now. When I looked at the spot, the blonde kid was gone. Only a black spot has remained and I knew, that the kid is going to be executed tomorrow.

The girl coughed heavily, probably from the smoke and the choking the kid did to her. When she found her composure, she brushed some dirt from her long gown and spoke, "Bring me back to Sasuke's." The guards immediately bowed down to her and started circling around her, to protect her from any threat. "We'll look for the Mouse some other day."

When I heard what she said, I tried to not panic and calm myself down. If I make any sudden moves, they'll notice. But when I looked at the girl again, she was looking directly at me.

So… how was that? A bit dystopian and historical in a way, but I hope you guys enjoyed! Hahaha, Happy Holidays