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I have to say that I kinda forgot to do all the stuff before hand and to actually explain what's actually going on in this little story. Well, it happens before the Naruto episodes even start and our favorite knucklehead is only four years old when our heroine actually meets him.

YES! It's another KakashixOc story and what inspired me to start writing this goes all to Princess Tsunade, the proud author of Flower of Konoha, one of my favorite stories of all time. If you ever get around to reading this, the gratitude goes all to her for my inspiration.

Disclaimer: If I really did own Naruto, do you think that I would NOT have myself attached to Kakashi's hip?

Quote of the day: "Forgiveness is not what people deserve, it is what they need."

And since I didn't do this in my last chapter, here's another one: "It is hard to fit in when you were born to stand out."

I love to put fortune cookie sayings on everything as the only morals that we actually do receive are in fairytales, and there are not enough in this world to put the message across. Now that if that isn't something to think about, here's something else…

Chapter Two

An Answer to Someone Else's Prayer

They say that when it rains, an angel is crying. But we ask ourselves, who are they crying for? Is it for us, mere mortals? Or for the world itself? Because of their own pain? Or our sins that we have committed out of awareness that our actions have grave consequences? Could they have that much love for us that tears only fall from their innocent eyes to bring life upon the earth so that we could live to grow older another day? Then as promise of their forgiveness they bless us with lights that blend together to form what is called, a rainbow. Why do they bother to save a life from the pain they have suffered when there are millions more on the planet that are praying for lost loved ones? Does one person deserve to be blessed with a chance that could change their life?

Not even could the wise men answer that question. And neither could anyone else because truly, do we even want to know the answer?

The rain…it can also mean entirely something different. It can mean change. Whether it be good or bad. It can mean a new beginning; a chance to start over and for the rain to symbolize washing away our old lives and starting anew. Isn't wondrous to see the tiny droplets of water burst forth from billowing clouds and fall on our lives as if they had nowhere else to go? They are calling attention to themselves, to say that other things are happening right at this moment and that it cannot be stopped just because we wish for them to. Falling for the entire world to see. Would we all just wish to have that kind of freedom; to have that second chance to do something that only our dreams give to us?

She was given that chance. But was it because of her own wishes to give up her own life in exchange for another one? Could it have been that she was the granted wish of one, small boy? Was she the answer to someone else's prayer? Could all his nights, of sleeping alone with only a thin blanket to keep his precious body warm, have an end? Lonely days and lonely nights, a life with no meaning except to live 'til the next day…was she something that only he could dream of? Was she a light in his overwhelming darkness? Could she make a difference; her alone, a sixteen year old girl…with no memory?

The forest was empty as the rain continued to patter down upon the drenched earth, masking any other sound. It was quiet except for the bouts of thunder that shook the silent trees. Not even did the leaves dare to fall from their branches less they disturb their precious bundle beneath them. Roots, gnarled with age, seemed to rise from their prison in the ground to wrap the huddled figure protectively in their embrace.

It was cold as the wind fiercely blew, blinding anyone with the slanting rain that it sent into the eyes of an unwary being. It was dark except for the shafts of light that tried to pierce through the blanket of black clouds.

It was lonely for not even fond memories could keep her warm from the love that radiated from them.

She was alone and nothing could tell her if someone was even looking for her. Did she have family? Did she have loved ones? Was she cared for? Was she happy? Who was she? Who had she been? Where was she? Where could she go? How would she get there? How would she survive?

Cold, cold, she was so cold. Another shiver wracked her body causing the girl to instinctively pull her legs up farther into her chest. She buried her head into the crook of her knees trying to keep the wind away form her face. The clothes that she had wakened up in had been soaked and not even had she the will to move out from under the pounding rain. Only when lightning streaked across the sky was she motivated enough to crawl over to lay beneath the bough of the great, old tree.

"The storm will pass," she whispered but her voice was swept away. Even her own words were drowned out by the tempest around her.

How long could this go on? It could not last forever, but it need not before she froze to death. She had to move. But to where? Lost, lost, she was so lost.

All the girl could want were answers to her numerous questions and maybe a place where a fire roared. Not even could she remember the last time she had been warm. Her eyes welled up with her tears. They did not fall from her sadness, but from fright. She could not recall the last time she had been scared, or happy, or angry! Nothing was there! It was as if her very life had been taken away from her in a flash and left her with nothing in a strange place. What could have happened to her? What could she have done wrong to deserve a fate such as this?

She wanted to go home to wherever that was! She wanted to leave this miserable place and never come back!

The lost girl couldn't hold back her sobs, but it wasn't as if anyone could hear them; the storm was too strong. No one could see them as her face was desperately drawing the warmth from her thighs to try and keep it from freezing. Why shouldn't she cry? She had the right. Nevertheless, she risked the blow of the wind to wipe away the rivers of water rushing down her face, mixing with the rain, with numb fingers which she placed back into the oversized sleeves of her sweatshirt. Shedding tears would do nothing for her and if she wanted something to happen, she had to get off her ass and do it herself. But it was cold. Maybe if she lied down for just a few minutes she could think of something, or wait for this terrible weather to pass. To just close her eyes seemed like eternal bliss. The temptation was just too great. With a sigh, expelling her frozen breath, she cut off the rest of the world.

As soon as she decided to forget everything around her, her heart slowed and her deep breaths of air came rarely. Maybe this would go all away if she imagined it hard enough and when she awoke once more, it would be better. But would she be able to open her eyes again? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. She did not even want to be here in the first place. The cold bit at her skin like a thousand tiny ants and caused her teeth to chatter incessantly. Her muscles began to become stiff from the body being closed in on it. She wanted all this to stop, to just stop.

As if someone had heard her words, something appeared in front of her, behind her closed eyelids. It appeared to be a raging amethyst inferno that lived within her! Its flames burned wildly inside a thin sphere of blue light which seemed to encase its power, keeping it from her. It was fascinating. Her mind's eyes gazed into the dancing embers that seemed to feed off an invisible force around her. It was beautiful and she wanted more of it. However, the ring of sapphire kept her from accessing the blessed warmth of the embers. Desperation and frustration to get to her fire caused the barrier to shatter into many glass shards that vanished as the inferno swallowed them up as it spread rapidly.

Her whole vision became filled with violet and the nameless girl could have sworn that the warmth infused into her limbs, giving them life. She was content. She could feel the cold slip away from her as the fire enveloped her as if someone was holding her, their arms keeping her safe. It was as if a blanket had been wrapped around her. A heartbeat that had stopped only moments ago sped up as the fog of unconsciousness dispersed. Not even could she feel the rain that had pelted her not moments ago. A breeze that had been unbearable had dulled down into a small whisper. It was going to be alright. She was going to be okay.

The fire that had raged minutes before began to calm as eyes, that had been tightly shut, started to open. Next to her ear, she could hear a steady rhythm that made a small smile cross her face. It…it was comforting as if something from her other life reminded her that not all things were as bad as they seemed. With a relieved sigh, the flames were again trapped inside its sapphire orb and the incredible warmth that had come from it began to ebb away little by little. But it was alright. She was being kept safe from the world around her. Burrowing her head into the soft cushion that held her head, she drifted off into a slumber that did not risk the consequence of death. Before sleep claimed her tired soul, a voice of a deep baritone comforted her.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe."

Sorry that's all there is for now. I wanted to get rid of this small excerpt before the rest comes, but don't worry, it'll be up by next week and it'll be a heck of a lot longer. I decided to give a little bit of a cliffhanger. So be ready to read a LOT more in a few days.

So what did she find within herself? I bet it's all what you're thinking. Remember that she lost her memory and it just felt awkward to put her name in the story. Don't worry! She'll get one soon!

Next chapter explains quite a bit about her predicament. Send you questions in your reviews if you have any and I'll be glad to answer them!

Sorry again, and don't forget to review, they definitely motivate me to write these a lot faster!