The Psychic Orphan

by ZukoKrazy

When a girl is kicked out of her own house because of her special abilities, she is found by the gang. Her type is very rare and many people would die to have her on their team. Will the gang be able to protect her? Or will she end up in the wrong hands?

2. Chapter 2

Ok, no reviews yet. But I can live with that.

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When Kira woke up, she noticed that she was in the infirmary. It was very dark out. Kira got up hesitantly. Since there was no indoor pluming, she started outside. She passed the room where Kakashi slept, where Sakura slept, and where Naruto and Sasuke slept.

She got to the door and opened it silently. When she closed it, there was a little squeak she jumped at. She finished closing it and ran to the woods.

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At the sound of the squeak, Kakashi bolted upright in his bed.

He crept to the window and saw Kira running towards the woods. He relaxed a bit, but still watched and waited.

After about three minutes, Kira came out, looking relieved. Kakashi chuckled at the sight of her face and went back to bed.

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When Kira woke up again, it was morning. She got dressed and headed towards the kitchen. The only person that was up was Kakashi. He looked up at her entrance and beckoned her to sit down.

She obliged. She looked up at him. She said in a voice that could have been a whisper, "What do they mean?"

"Your visions?" Kakashi answered in a puzzled tone.

Kira nodded.

"You see the future, Kira. Sometimes it is not clear to you. The vision last night that you had about Naruto and Sakura, that will probably come true," he answered seriously.

"I had another vision about a girl. She was running…and then someone screamed behind her… and then she was gagged…and then…black," she said, her voice trembling.

"Try not to think about it to hard. I will spar with you today, and that will get your mind off of it," Kakashi said.

Kira's eyes brightened and she scrambled upright.

"I'll go get my knives!" she said excitedly.

She bolted out of the room.

Kakashi chuckled at the seven-year-olds eagerness and rose himself. This is going to be a loooong day. He thought.

There. Next chapter will have the fight in it. Have fun waiting…

-ZukoKrazy

OK, here's the next one.

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Part 2: City Of The Damned

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee

Part 3: I don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
x4

I don't careeeeeeeeee

Everyone is so full of
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! x4

Part 4: Dearly beloved

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

Part 5: Tales of another broken home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of lies
And I walked this line
A million and one times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

Actually, that one's pretty hard unless you're a fan. Have fun!

-ZukoKrazy