Upon a Falling Star

Disclaimer:

Let's keep this short and sweet, no fancy stuff; I do not own Naruto or any of its associated characters. Just my OCs and the plot. This disclaimer includes all the chapters in this story.

Full Summary:

Hinasaki Kaana is a girl bored of her life, from her pathetic parents to her unamusing town. In a childish lapse of judgment, Kaana recalls the superstition about shooting stars--or rather, as she preferred to call them, falling stars. She looks out the window to find a bright ball of light diving into the horizon, closes her eyes, and makes a wish. "I need to leave this world."

Uchiha Sasuke is bitter; bitter, cold, distant, murderous. Revenge has yet to be reaped, and the tortured teen is getting desperate. Reminiscing about the memories he cherished, the memories of when his brother was still his brother, when his family was still alive, Sasuke remembers the old superstition about shooting stars. One night, when his 'team mates' were asleep, Sasuke looks off into the distant, finding a shooting star. He closes his eyes and makes a wish. "I want my goals to be fulfilled."

There's a side to the superstition that no one really knows.
Wishing on the same star, Sasuke's and Kaana's fates have become intertwined.

Author's Notes:

...we're just about to get to the story. Ok? LOL.
If you want me to be honest, I don't have much an idea where this story will lead.
But in case you wanted to know;
Yes, the main pairing is Sasuke/OC.
Yes, as much as I love Itachi, he might die.
Well, Kaana will get her wish, shouldn't Sasuke?
Anyways, enjoy. Reviews are appreciated. Flames are not. But Constructive Criticism is.

Prologue Chapter:
Phoenix's Side


As a child, we've been told that if we catch sight of a shooting star, we can make a wish on it, and said wish would come true. As a child, I've always called shotting stars "falling stars"; because that's what they are, aren't they? Well, actually, they're not even stars. Just space debris and broken satellites.

It was a logical way to think; too logical for my age at the time, maybe. People had taken it different ways; teachers thought of me as a prodigy, so intelligent for such a tender age. My parents thought differently; as signs of pessimism, negativity. As I grew, I've apparently begun to show more and more signs of negativity; I'm sarcastic, I'm pessimistic, I'm short tempered, I hold grudges.

I thought I was just being an average angsty teenager.

It wasn't long until my parents had began to try and take control of me. Take control of what I liked, where I hung out, who I hung out with, what I wore. It was obvious these people have never raised children before. They never expected me to just become worse; more rebellious. Isn't that what teens were supposed to do?

And then, they've forced me into counsellings sessions. I didn't mind; it was totally amusing playing mind games with my shrink. I've beaten him at his own game, and then some.

But eventually, even that bored me. When high school started, just last year, I had become even more withdrawn from my parents, taking to just leaving a note on the kitchen table, telling them I'll be out after school. No details; no where, no who. I didn't want them trying to take control again. At that point though, I was sick of life. Just the life I had now, where my parents didn't know what was going inside their own kid's brain and there was never much to do but to hang out at the mall or the arcade.

And then, one night, I caught sight of a falling star. A meteorite, if you didn't feel like being whimsical and metaphorical. With my elbows resting on my window sill and my hands together, I squeezed my eyes shut, reciting softly the old nursery rhyme;

"Star light, star bright,

the shooting star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this wish, I wish tonight."

I took a small breath, feeling odd, so childish.

"I need to leave the world I live in. I wish I didn't have to face parents who don't know how to treat me, things that are too boring to amuse me. I wish I could wake up and find myself in a place that was more exciting. Please?"

I opened my eyes, watching the light dip into the almost invisible horizon. A small, sheepish smile appeared on my lips as I turned away, climbing into my bed. It was never going to work, I told myself. I should just set my alarm and wait for the next day to come.

Just a little footnote; I named this chapter "Phoenix's Side" because in Chinese mythology and traditions (and possibly Japanese too), the Phoenix is representative of females. In weddings, you'd see a picture or carving of a phoenix and a dragon, representing the bride and groom.