AN: Okay, so, I don't know for sure how many people actually tend to read these, but I would like to say that I tried to write this. This was originally written when I was around twelve, and I found it in my documents on the computer. When I read it, it sickened me. I just HAD to rewrite it. So, here it is. It's not much, and there isn't much of any of the Naruto characters in this part... but... I think it's better than what I usually write. Nevertheless, thank you soooo much for the people that actually decide to read this story :D YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME!

PS. I love constructive criticism! You can PM me about your thoughts, flame me if you must. I'm not going to delete it, odds are. I love every review, I don't care :D I'm nothing more than a review whore.

DISCLAIMER: I do not, I repeat do not own Naruto, or Naruto Shippuden. My ability to write this piece of work falls under the Fair Use policy. Creative Commons. I only own Naoki, Lara, Tsubaki. At the moment, my OCs. I own everything that you do not recognize from the anime/manga's plot line.

"Tsubaki!" The way that he said my name, was filled with so much hatred. It was as if he poured every negative thought and emotion into the three syllables that made up my name. With the way that he addressed me, you'd think I was the anti-christ. I breathed a heavy sigh, and laid my head against the wall.

It was then that the idea came into my mind, Naoki got himself drunk again. Just the thought of him drunk was unsettling, but it explained his behavior. The only time he paid me any mind was when he was intoxicated.

It really made me wonder though, ever since child care services paid him a visit he hadn't so much as touch a beer can. Why start drinking again now...?

I closed my eyes, and allowed all the thoughts that were collecting in my head to disperse. Silence filled my mind, as it did the room.

Only seconds later the sound of footsteps broke through the newly established silence. Here he comes, I do wonder what it is I am to be blamed for now. I was everything, his scapegoat, his punching bag.

I opened my eyes, and gazed towards the door. That door was the only thing that stood between me and Naoki. It was useful, a tool per say, all I would have to do is close it. Simple, really, but Naoki would be far too intoxicated to find the doorknob half of the time, let alone open it.

"You know why I was fired?" His voice broke my thought. Yes, it does seem I am getting blamed for his stupidity.

The door then slammed open. It is clear that he is not nearly drunk enough. I scowled, the frown seeming to etch itself into my face.

"Don't be that way..." He purred. He makes me absolutely sick! What am I to him now? A lover substitute, that is disgusting!

"I asked you a question."He said, his voice a low growl. In response I narrowed my eyes, and looked away. There was no way in hell I was about to give him the satisfaction of my answering his question.

He crept towards me at a slow pace, my heart quickened in my chest. "Answer me." His voice was harsh and full of acid. I felt his grimy hands wrap themselves around my hair. Porcine behavior coming from a government official.

He yanked me towards his chest, the last ounce of defiance that swam inside of me vanished. I bit the inside of my cheek, I will answer to him. "No..."The words came out of my lips were forced, cold, without meaning. I closed my eyes, and even by doing that I know a smirk formed on Naoki's face.

"You..."His tone barely went above a whisper, his breath trickled down my neck. The sick bastard.

I clenched my fists, you'd think he would take the hint! But he kept on, his face drew closer to mine, and upon instinct, I smacked him.

He recoiled.

"Shacking up with someone then are you?" My eyes widened into saucers, How the hell could he even imply that? Where did that come from? Like hell I'd give myself to him, and his mind had came to the conclusion that I'm whoring myself off because of it?!

I felt my hair being yanked, and I grinded my teeth. Despicable. I can not wait for the day that he rots in hell.

"I should have sent you to the brothel as soon as you started to bleed!"Naoki's words were harsh, I could not fathom why he would say that. I had never done anything wrong. I was not even his blood kin! He supposedly adopted me seven years ago out of the goodness of his heart.

Seems like when he was told to love me as one of his own, he took the meaning of the words in a different perspective.

"No arguments, there huh?"He teased, why he would tease me about something of this caliber was beyond me. He doesn't even have the right to send me to a whore house!

"Good." He took my silence as an answer. I felt moisture at the corner of my eyes, the last bit of strength and willpower that kept me from crying was gone. It had left along with my pride, and defiance.

All of the attributes that had aided me in keeping up and maintaining my indifferent countenance.

"Come now. Best get ready to send you off."Naoki said. I reluctantly looked up at him with glassy eyes, and watched him give a devious, malicious smirk.

He then began to drag me out of the safety of my room, and out into the hallway.

"NAOKI!" The words came from neither Naoki, or myself. I recognized the voice easily. The shrillness of it. Never had I been so happy to hear his name being called. It was Lara, she had shouted his name, my neighbor. Thank God!

Naoki scowled, "God damn bitch..."He cursed, his grip on my hair tightening. He turned towards me, allowing his: "I'm a perfect Father" persona, as I dubbed it, over take his features.

"Be a good girl..."He said, yanking me off of the ground with his vice-like grip. "I'll be back."He continued, speaking to me in that damned sickly sweet voice of his. I turned away, he had already seen my tear-stained face once, I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing it again.

"Don't be like that..."He trailed his free hand over my face. I was not going to allow him to touch me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, and weighing the possible outcomes inside of my head, I bit down on his hand.

"I'm through with you bitch!"He barked the words, sending me face first into the wall. I bit back a whimper, God did that hurt.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Lara's shrill scream grabbed Naoki's attention. I stayed in my spot, hearing his footsteps descend down the stairs.

I sat up, turning my self around against the wall. I felt blood trickle from my nose and temple. I can't let him send me to a brothel, he will do it as soon as Lara leaves.

A smile played its way onto my face. Lara, and there I had it, my epiphany.

Lara, she is a nice woman, but she has a terrible habit of rambling on and getting off the topic at hand. BRILLIANT! I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth, I had almost shouted those words.

I gulped. I must do this, I haven't a choice.

With a bit of effort, I willed myself to get off of the ground. Leaning onto the wall for support, I felt a sense of vertigo overtake me. I winced, and laid my head against the wall, closing my eyes in hopes that the feeling would soon fade.

Upon opening my eyes, as I had hoped the feeling had faded. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, and slowly began to walk towards my door.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MENACE! DO YOU HEAR ME LAD! A SCOUNDREL!"Lara's loud voice broke the silence that had collected. Her heavy accent ricocheted off the walls, lingering in the hallway.

I smiled to myself.

Taking the woman's audacious voice to my advantage, I walked at a quicker pace, nearing the door to my room. My mind blanked out, I blocked out all sounds. The only thing I was concerned with was making it to my room. The few sounds I could hear, were my faint footsteps, my heartbeat, and the antagonizing ticking of the clock on the wall.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

The silence that shrouded the room was becoming unnerving. I began to walk faster, and faster. My feet in an unspoken race with the clock and my heartbeat. An orchestra composed of three sounds, loud enough to perform before a crowd.

The front door slammed, shaking the house. She's gone!

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

My heart was beating at a pace that I didn't know was possible! The stomping of Naoki's feet, the ticking of the clock, and my heartbeat. The race began again, unknowing of which would be named victor, or who would stop first. With my luck it would be my heart.

The footsteps stopped, I had made it to my window. I could have sworn that for a single moment my heart stopped along with everything else. My breathing became heavy, and forced.

I fiddled with the latch on the window.

IT WAS STUCK!

The ticking of the clock, was nerve racking, the sound of the footsteps making their way down the hallway.

CMON!

I wanted to scream! But that would be in vain, Naoki would find that I was trying to escape, and hell would break loose in the house.

The footsteps drew closer.

So... Close...

The sound of the latch squeaking open was heavenly. Never had I heard something as beautiful.

Footsteps stopped.

I slid the window open, climbing out and dangling by the ledge.

I tightly closed my eyes, allowing myself to drop onto the branch of an old tree. God must be smiling down on me today!

I smiled, no, smile is not the word. I grinned. I was so happy at the moment, all my worries seemed to vanish. But when I heard my door slam against the wall, all thoughts faded.

"THERE YOU ARE!"His voice was filled with anger, and rage. It was the harshest tone he could muster.

"Fuck..."I breathed the word out with remorse. Never did I like to use such strong words to describe my emotions, but it was the only word that I could deem as fitting, given my current situation.

I leaned forward my hands grasping hold of the tree's trunk, slowly creeping towards it, so that Naoki wouldn't be able to get me.

"WHY YOU!"He growled the words, he sounded like a rabid lion. I wouldn't have doubted it if foam started to form out of the corner of his mouth.

I felt it, he had managed to gain hold of my hair.

By God did I need to get it cut. If it was waist length, than it would be okay, but my hair fell below my rear. I clenched my eyes shut, yanking my head away from his direction.

I heard him, the shuffling of his body to position himself where he wouldn't fall out of the window, but still be able to grab me. I looked down, and a few feet from the tree was a pool. I looked between the water, and Naoki.

Two choices. There was no way I'd be able to get down this tree with him there. I frowned, I never exactly opted to think things through, and because of that impulsiveness I had, I was put into situations like this.

You can't swim. You can't swim. You can't swim. You can't swim.

I silently repeated the words to myself. With a final gaze in Naoki's direction, I jumped.

My body, moved on it's own. With a will of its own. The angered shouts of Naoki, and terrified screams of the neighbor's filled my ears, as I made contact with the surface of the water.

I sunk. Sunk down to the bottom, like a stone.

The water filled my lungs, replacing the oxygen enriched air I needed.

This was it. This was my end. How stupid of me, I should've thought this one through. I guess my hatred of Naoki, and want to be away from his overcame my better judgement.

A minute passed by, and I couldn't hold on much longer. I closed my eyes, seeing nothing but darkness, the darkness that I had been fighting against for so long... I allowed it to overtake me, I succumbed to its will.

At least there is no more Naoki...

I had regained my consciousness, not fully, but enough of it to know that I was being pulled from what would have been my watery grave.

I couldn't breath, though, I felt the cool air caress my face, mocking me. I couldn't will myself to open my eyes, or move. I felt weak.

"Kakashi, is she alive?"The words, were warped, I couldn't quite understand what they were. I figured they were from a man. "She's not breathing."This voice was different, a bit of indifference in the tone, that was tinged with worry.

I felt pressure against my chest. Was I dead? That was the million dollar question, I felt in a state of peace. I must be dead.

Silence fell. I began to hear a sound. This one was not warped like the rest, a faint sound. It was my heartbeat.

I wasn't dead... almost.

I felt a pressure against my lips, my nose being parted. My breath returned. I could breathe again.

With the last ounce of strength that laid dormant inside of me, I opened my eyes. The last thing I saw was a man. His face covered with a black fabric, a strange headband on his forehead, and silver hair falling over to the side. A few moments later, the darkness returned.

AN: So there you have my pathetic attempt at rewriting my story. It has much work to be done, but I suppose it has potential. *coughcoughcoughcough* does not *coughcoughcoughcough*

I don't believe I will continue this unless someone actually likes it. I don't think that faving my story shows that as much as a review. *bows* sorry... I just tend to have trust issues... *laughs awkwardly*

*Voice of a scoffing BETA reader in the background*- That's not the only issues you have. Your grammar is atrocious!

I-I know... no need to rub it in... *sighs* good-bye.