Hey guys! If this is your first time reading this, don't bother with this A/N. This is for the readers that knew this as Not From This World. The story is going to change a lot. But Arica is still going to be here. Her family is still the same. But this is more of a modern AU. Something other than the "suddenly into the world of Naruto and somehow fits in" thing I had going.

Whenever I think Naruto Modern AU, I think of a big city like Sacramento or New York. Everything's normal there but if you look and listen, you hear rumors of ninja who come out at night and jump from building to building. They have their ninjutsu, they're just in a more modern zone. With smartphones and cool spyware. So yeah.

I panted, almost out of breath as I punched and kicked at a training post. My hands were starting to hurt. It was a normal Sunday afternoon at half past three in the afternoon. I came to the Champ's Martial Arts Studio everyday for private practice. I was still dressed in my everyday attire and not the uniform, but I really don't care for it.

I have bright unnaturally dark blue eyes and white, albino hair that goes to my shoulders. I am bullied at school and ignored at the orphanage, so I vent here. It's a great way to vent anger and other feelings without getting into trouble. And it feels right doing this.

"You should stop, Arica. Your fists are red and you need water." Said a soft voice behind me.

I stopped and turned to look at my mentor. She was a lanky stout woman with white and purple hair and dark eyes. But don't underestimate her. She'll beat your butt with one well aimed kick. "Hai, Rain-sensei." I said with a short bow. She insisted I call her that for some reason. Not like I should judge names.

I leaned up against the back wall and put my hands on my head, my eyes closed. I felt Rain come towards me and sit down to my left. She made no sound but the ground moved ever so slightly.

"You know, you can come to the main classes." Rain said softly.

I opened my eyes and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. I always came here once the afternoon classes were over. It is supposedly after the building closes. But Rain-sensei stayed just so I could be here. She's the closest thing I have to family, sadly. I'm an orphan, have been for just about my whole life.

"I know." Rain continued. "You don't like socializing and you're afraid of a sudden change in your daily schedule. But maybe you should try it. Just once. Free of charge."

I looked at her, my thoughts turning and twisting. And hurting my head, as well. I know she was all "wise Asian teacher who can read your emotions" but she sure does know how my mind works. I wonder how she does it. Is it the slight changes in my facial expression like in that ninja book I was reading this morning?

"Yeah... I guess I'll give it a try." I said with a small sigh. She would keep pestering me about that when I got better and better. Probably trying to avoid me entering a class and suddenly being at the top. That would mean a lot of unwanted attention.

"Good! I'll sign you up for the latest class. The one that's leaving as you walk in."

I nodded and closed my eyes as I felt her get up and begin walking. Suddenly something was thrown at me. My eyes shot open and I caught it, seeing it was my water bottle.

"Don't get dehydrated." Rain said before she disappeared into the office.

I sat there for a few more minutes, gathering up energy to head back to the orphanage. Not like I can call it my home. I sleep there, eat at school, and spend my time here. Rain's also a great tutor when she wants to be.

"Bye, Rain-sensei!" I called through the glass window as I picked up my backpack and headed out the door.

I saw her wave and smile before a cold wind hit me, making me pay attention to the road in front of me. I didn't have to look up from my feet as I walked. I knew the way there by heart. Twenty steps this way, turn left down the sidewalk. Then walk for about a minute then cross the street. Depending on how accurate I was, I was either to the left or right of the door. Never right in front of it, though. As soon as I opened the door, a squeaky voice told me to lock the door and close the shutters.

"Yes Ms. Angela." I said as I turned around to do what she said.

Ms. Angela is a short lady who is probably one of the kindest people here. She has puffed up curly blonde hair and small green eyes. She always wore tight suits and things like that. I always just looked at her face or feet which always had the same pair of black platform heels that give her five inches extra.

"Why do you insist on going to that fighting club? You could be doing better things with your time. Like making friends with the other kids or getting your grades up." Ms. Angela said.

I sighed silently and shrugged. "I like it there."

"How long do you expect to be going there for free? Sooner or later, we're going to have to pay for it. And we can't afford that. Tomorrow is your last day. And I mean it this time, Arica. No matter what that Rain lady says."

I nodded, waiting for her to wave me off. Once she did, I smirked. That's exactly what she said the last five times she tried to get me to quit Martial Arts. And I have a good reason. She just would never approve. I'm running away from here. I'm turning 13 in a few days and no one adopts a teenager because of some scientists and their experiments. They say if you adopt a teen, they are more likely to run away or just be uncooperative. So adopting a young child is best. They tend to open up more and become comfortable around their new family.

"Or something like that." I muttered to myself as I walked into my room. It was a simple room. A bed, a closet, a room to the bathroom, and a window. Everything else had to be put somewhere on the floor.

I flopped onto the bed, tensing up slightly at the creaking and hoping it wouldn't suddenly break. I stretched and got underneath the thankfully clean blankets before curling up. It got cold around midnight and no one has gotten around to fixing the heating. So body heat was all I had.