A/N: This is my first story, so please send me constructive criticism!
And I know I write pretty, ehm.. uptight? At least in the prologue. It gets better.
BTW, this will eventually be a romance, just hang on till it does.
Italics = Thoughts
POV: No one
The wind blew silent and sweet through the many trees in Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. It made the fallen leaves dance around the front of the Ramen Ichiraku restaurant where and the wind carried the delicious smell from the fresh-made ramen around town.
They reached the Memorial Stone where a silver-haired man was deep in his own thoughts. As the wind rustled the trees surrounding the Stone, the man sighted and started to walk away. He pulled up a tiny book and his sullen expression changed to something more amused.
The wind traveled up the Hokage Monument, which would in the not so far future be desecrated by a certain blonde with spiky hair.
At the Hokage's Resident, the Hokage was interrupted in mid-sentence by his grandson as the kid burst into the room and tried to attack the old man. It didn't go very well, the kid tripped over his long scarf and fell face first on the floor. The Hokage sighted but couldn't hide a smile at his grandson.
As the warm wind reached the Academy, anyone within the walls of the village could hear the commotion going on in the schoolyard. A boy that looked like he could drop dead out of boredom and a kid with a wild, doggish grin was holding the certain blonde back.
The spiky haired blonde was shouting at another boy with jet-black hair and a smug smile. A bunch of girls flanked the smug boy, with a pink-haired girl in the lead, shouting back at the blonde.
The blonde fought the two other guys which must have been his friends and shouted to the smug boy that some day he would have respect, that they all would have respect for him.
From the darkest place in the schoolyard, a girl, a bit older than the boys, was watching them with tired but curious eyes.
Another boy, about the same age as the girl, watched with worried eyes from the back of the crowd.
While at the front of the gathering circle, a bunch of boys was cheering the fight along. Among them was another boy, the same age of the girl and the worried boy, with spiky, multicolored hair in a dozen different colors.
To the group's annoyance, a teacher noticed the commotion and broke up the fight. The teacher had dark blonde hair that reached his shoulders, smiling wrinkles and a annoyed expression that didn't suit him.
The blonde huffed in irritation, and as the crowd started to laugh at him, he started yelling again.
The blondes story had yet to start, but now was not his time. This is not his story. This story is about three very different ninjas and their lives.