Ok, so I'm just warning you that I might get some Japanese words mixed up and I might butcher the whole culture, but I'm trying my best and basing this on what I've seen in Naruto so far.

Also, this is my first story, but that doesn't mean you can go easy on me. PLEASE tell me what I can do to make my writing better.

In this story, Sera and Kakashi are about four years apart. So, in this chapter, Sera is sixteen and Kakashi is twenty

This idea just randomly came to me while I was playing the piano and fangirling over Kakashi. He's just so awesome! SQUEEE!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy :-)

I woke up in the morning staring at the bright sun come in through my window. Wait...bright sun? How could I get up after sunrise? This hasn't happened in years. I threw off my blankets and grabbed my clothes, putting them on as I ran to the bathroom. I hastily dragged a toothbrush over my teeth, rinsed, then ran out of my tent into the living room tent. Yes, I said tent. My clan, the Gekkou clan, travels and moves often. We never stay in one place for more than two months, and we never stay in the same place twice. So, it's obviously easier to live in tents than to build buildings that will only be used for a maximum of two months. We are called the Gekkou clan, the Moonlight clan, because we are strongest in the moonlight. That doesn't mean we aren't strong during the day, we just prefer and perform best at night. We have the ability to take some of the moon's serene power from the moonbeams and make it our own. However, because of the fact that we aren't at our best 24/7, ninja villages refuse to take us in. We've traveled all over the Great Nations, hoping for a permanent home, but with no luck for over a century. Another reason we don't make great ninjas is because of our horrible memory. We forget things after about two weeks. Once, a boy got lost and didn't turn up until a month later. His parents didn't recognize him at all. Sure, they knew that they had a son and lost him, but they had completely forgotten how he looked and his personality. All of our clan is plagued with bad memory, except me.

"Mom! Dad! Why didn't you wake me up..." My question died on my lips as I took in the scene in the tent. There were plates piled high with treats, like tiny cakes, on the folding table that we ate on. My dad had even fried bacon. Next to the table was a small mountain of presents.

"Happy sixteenth birthday, Sera!" my wonderful parents cried. I had completely forgotten.

"We thought we would let you sleep in, since it's your birthday today," my mom explained.

"Thanks," I murmured, still shocked. My dad handed me a present and told me to open it. He had given me my own supply pouch, fully stocked with kunai, shuriken, and even a few smoke bombs.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Where in the world did you get this?"

"We found it during the Third Great Ninja War, and we decided to save it for you. We know how much you want to become a real shinobi," he said, smiling.

Of course, none of my other presents even compared to the supply pouch, but I was happy with the new ninja clothes, plum cakes, beads, and hair ribbons my fellow clan members sent me. I thought that my birthday would be over after opening the presents, but nope.

"Since you are sixteen and of age in the clan now," my mother started. "We decided to devote the whole day to your birthday celebrations." My jaw hung open. The whole day? But...

"Don't you guys have to work in the rice patties today?" The clan made money however they could. Since we were currently living on the outskirts of the Hidden Leaf Village, we made money by working in the rice patties. Other clan members chose to cut trees or do things like that, but the rice patties weren't too bad to work in, and we got a nice pay.

"We can take a day off," my dad said, waving the question away. Before I could protest some more, they grabbed me and frog walked me to the forest.

The village children usually kept to themselves, and, besides, the only children currently in the clan were five or six years old, so I didn't have any friends. All the older children...I didn't want to think about what had happened to them while we were staying near the Blood Mist Village. I could barely remember it myself, just that my parents had shoved me into a closet and gone out to fight. We were attacked by a group of drunk Hidden Mist jonin. I was five at the time. The screams still pierce my dreams at night sometimes. All the children were out playing ball, but I was sick and stayed inside. When the jonin came, they attacked the first people they saw: the children. After that, the adults managed to chase them off, with only a few casualties.

"What are you thinking about, Sera?" my mother asked, her brow creasing with worry. I shook my head to get rid of the horrible memories.

"Nothing. What are we doing in the forest?"

My dad pulled a bow and quiver of arrows from a hollow tree trunk.

"I'm teaching you archery," he said. I stared at him. How long have I been pleading, begging for him to teach me archery? Ever since I first saw him shoot down a rabbit and bring it to my mom to cook for dinner.

We spent a happy afternoon in the woods, having a picnic lunch. I shot down a rabbit, but only because it broke it's leg running away.

"You'll get the hang of it," my dad assured me, laughing. We climbed trees, found bird nests, and went fishing. When the sun finally started to set, we headed home.

"Goodnight, Sera," my mom said, gently kissing my head.

"Sleep well," my dad said, ruffling my hair.

"Thanks, Mom, Dad. Today was awesome," I whispered, giving them both a big hug. I climbed into bed, but didn't sleep. My parents knew that I wanted to be a ninja, but they didn't know that I had been sneaking out and training every night. Since we lived so close to the Hidden Leaf village, I took advantage of their training grounds and often used Training Ground 3. I found that it wasn't used very often, so it was perfect for me to train without being disturbed. As soon as I heard my dad's monstrous snoring, I crept out of bed, taking my water bottle and my new supply pouch with me.