AUTHOR'S NOTE! Hey everyone! Another new story brought to you by the letter 'Z' and the number '43554'! Haha, just kidding! It is I, Kaz the amazing, here to tantilize your brains with another one of my faboo stories! No, I do not have a big head. Haha, moving on...
Okay, so this story is NOT - I repeat - NOT crack, unlike my other one. This is pretty serious actually, with a good dash of humor. Muahaha. Okay, so I really want some feedback and stuff. Because this was written a while ago, so I want to know it it's good enough to continue. So please, read the story, enjoy it, and review it!
DISCLAIMER! As much as I wish I did, I do NOT own the epic-ness of the Naruto concept, or any of it's (usually) sexy characters. All I own is Suri and ClickIt!BANG. Sort of, anyway.
Before We Begin...
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Raven hair whipped around as the wind blew, lifting flower petals into the clear blue sky. The soft petals, belonging to a peach tree, flew around almost lazily and added a warm scent to the scene. Perfect.
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Thin fingers, topped off by shiny black nail polish, pushed the button and captured the moment. For smack in the middle of the scene was a young girl in her late teens, photographing the beautiful moment that nature had so kindly given to her. The photographer stood in the middle of it all, letting the flowers nestle in the pin-straight strands of her black hair.
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She knew that a normal photographer would survey the scene from afar, leaving nature undisturbed. But that was no fun, despite what they taught you in any class. Any old man could sit at a desk and tell you what to do. So hell to all of that!
The teen stood in the moment, right in the action. She laughed softly as the petals landed on her smooth pale skin, slightly tickling her. You could never get this out of any classroom. She positioned her camera to look straight up, so that the sunlight cast a dazzling sparkle on everything. Excellent.
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But too soon, too fast, the wind died down, and the sweet-smelling petals drifted back down to the grassy hill where they would stay until another gust of wind blew them away to another place. So for now, the girl's job was done.
A sigh escaped her lips, and she placed her camera back in her large, striped bag. A skull grinned at her from its sewn-on patch, almost mocking. She frowned slightly, and slung the large, black-and-white bag over her shoulder, beginning the walk down the hill.
If one were to look from atop the calm, grassy hill, they would end up looking out to the noisy, loud city. Cars creeping along the crowded roads, spewing ugly black smoke in the air. Horns screeched, sounding like crows bickering for their space on a lone branch.
But on the hill, nothing changed. The wind sighed and the sun shone warmly on the flowers dotting the small space. On the hill was the only escape from the city life. And the girl had to leave now, because her life was in the city and not on the hill.
Welcome to the life of Misaki Suri.
Head photographer at ClickIt!BANG; a.k.a. the country's biggest fashion magazine.
Soon to be thrown into a world she never wanted to be a part of.
KAZ SPEAKS! Alrighty then, there it is. The official prequel-thing to my story. First chapter will be out in the next two weeks, so keep checking back!
Reviews are my fuel. You want a faster update, leave a review, please. :D Flames will be given to needy pyromaniacs (Deidara and Axel have been bugging me lately...).
Hope you liked it!