A/N: So this is my very first fanfic. Well I created one when I was 13 but ditched it on the first chapter. I can't even find it anymore. Now in my mid twenties, I'm here again and this time I won't give up as easy because there are many chapters in advanced and I fully intend to finish this fanfic.

This is partly inspired by My Life As Series a Great Naruto Fanfiction series that you should definitely read. Just like her I want to improve on my writing so CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME. I will gladly take a beta who will kind of guide me to be a better writer to.

My brother is also emotionally involved in this since it is his favorite Anime series so if you don't get on me to update he will.

AN 8/28/20 Clearly I need to edit a lot and revamp the story a little bit so you will see a bunch of updates with edits especially for chapters 1-8.

A Familial Ending

Soraya observed her mother as she was prepping for the Birthday party. Her mother scattered around with her checklist trying to make sure everything was perfect for Soraya and her brother Marasu shared birthday party. Her mother's attempt of perfection was what Soraya silently longed for as a talent. However, she couldn't seem to do anything right, especially, being domestic. Nope her genes decided to go in the athletic direction, which her mother was proud of. Nevertheless, her mother's need for perfection always seemed to target her for criticism. But on special occasions like her Birthday, her mother always went the extra mile to make it extra special. Soraya could care less about the presents, for her it was a silent truce between her and her mother.

Soraya had cream-coffee skin tone with russet colored eyes. Her dark brown hair was very thick and coarse, but with a straight texture. Her brown skin seemed to radiate in the light and she had kind features. Her stature was short and curvy.

Soraya's mother Abigail looked almost nothing like her daughter. Abigail had mid-length hair that was straightened. Her complexion was the same caramel color as her daughter, but the similarities stopped there. Her eyes were dark brown and her features were that of stern woman with high cheekbones.

Masaru walked in with their Dad, Daniel. Both of them had fishing poles and dead fish in tow. Masaru loved fishing, so every year since he was four their father would take him fishing regardless if he had school or had a Mahogany complexion with dark brown eyes. Masaru had the uncanny resemblance of his sister, except his eyes were a deeper shade of reddish-brown.

Eleven-Fifty P.M on April 10th and 11th was the day their parents decided that their children would celebrate their birthdays. Especially since both were born at 11:50 pm. Naturally the birthday party would start on the eldest birthday first (Soraya Age 12) and end with the youngest (Masaru turning 9). To feel that each child felt some type of individuality on their birthday each had their own activity they chose to do separately. Masaru almost always chose fishing and the past two years Soraya decided to make their own cake and help Abigail in the Kitchen.

"Yeah only 4.5 hours", Soraya cheered as she watched the clock for the countdown of their birthday celebration

"I'm going to take a nap, do you wanna come with Masaru". Masaru smiled and she rolled her eyes and patted his head. "Wash-up first, I don't want my bed smelly", she retorted. Masaru hurried. Soraya patiently waited for Masaru to enter her room.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "It's our birthday how can you be sad". Masaru looked disheartened. . He knew that he should be excited and for the most part he was but...

"Are you upset that you don't have your own birthday party, because I can fix that". Masaru shook his head. That was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Are you upset that our cousins may not come over?" he shook his head again. Though it wouldn't be the same without them.

"Did someone make fun of you again, I swear you better tell me the jerk who did and I will finish them",

"It wasn't me they made fun of", his eyes were downcast. Soraya cursed that she knew every word that he said.

"It was about me wasn't it", Soraya smiled sadly. She was use to that kind of teasing.

"Yes, and I hit him and he may tell his mom andImaygetintrouble", Masaru started to tear up. "They called you stupid and I said it wasn't your fault you can't read your just different."

"Calm down you little brat" She sighed "Don't hit anybody on my behalf I'm supposed to be protecting ya" She sighed again. "Plus whatever I lack you got natural genius and I got the people skills" Soraya hugged him. "Different sides of the same coin"

"That's not what Dad says, Dad says that real men protect the women in their lives"

"What has he protected us from really", she thought but she digressed. "Well next time you get in a fight you come get me" "Go to sleep"

Soraya looked around and suddenly she was in a vast barren field. There was smoke everywhere and she noticed that bodies were everywhere. She glanced everywhere looking for her brother. For some reason Soraya knew that he was here...fighting. The ground rumbled and it was there she noticed an explosion in the distance. A mixture of shock and terror ran through her veins and all she could do was scream.

Then Soraya felt the world shift, she was now in a Stadium. She was anxious about something. She glanced to her right and noticed an old Asian man in a strange hat talking to someone pale and skinny with a snake like tongue. Soraya knew that conversation couldn't be good then she heard a loud explosion and... an ominous melody.

Her world seemed to warp again. This time she was in valley watching from a distance two men also fighting. One was screaming at the other, while the older looking one seemed way too calm. She finally noticed that they were brothers. A black blaze filled around the large perimeter and she was inside it. The younger one seemed to morph into a monster while the other seemed to summon a demonic samurai.

"Stop it", she cried.

Then her world went black.

Soraya was woken up by her Dad, Daniel. "Having night terror's on your birthday is not a good sign." Except that wasn't her Dad's voice but her grandmother, Naomi. Soraya, forgetting about her terrifying dream, dashed over to her grandmother.

"Nice to see you grandmother" Masaru also gave his grandmother a hug, but his face remained stoic.

"The rest of the family is downstairs waiting" Masaru hurried downstairs while Soraya decided to go wash her face.

"What the hell was that dream", she whispered to herself

"Now Soraya", She rolled her eyes at the Cajun emphasis of the A in her name that her Grandmother always put when she was in trouble. "Stop that cussing", Soraya closed her eyes in fustration. Her parents had said a lot worse to her on a daily basis but she knew if she would have said anything it would make it worse. She put a smile on her face and nodded her head in fake agreement.

Soraya hurried down the stairs. Elated but knowing that there was something off about her grandmother today. As she watched the party commenced her grandmother was smiling and joining in the festatives. It was natural for her, Soraya did inherit her social butterfly personality through her.

"I'm happy for this party and I hope you had fun baking with me today", Soraya was silently pleading for a little happiness from her. Which gladly came through.

"I did and thank you" Abigail smiled. "Look at the time 11:55, time to sing Happy Birthday".

Everyone started to sing happy birthday to Soraya and Masaru. However Soraya got to open her gifts first. Soraya decided to open her gifts from her grandparents first. It was wrapped in pink paper with a white bow on the top. She opened it and there were scrolls inside. Soraya was delighted she loved books even though she had trouble reading them sometimes. She opened the scrolls and noticed the Hiragana, which naturally was easier for her to read due to it being a pure phonetic language. She had not idea why reading in English was so hard, especially since it was her birth language. But something about the Japanese language fascinated her. It wasn't as pretty as French, but it was still fun to learn. And it was something that she could actually teach her brother.

"A...Life's...Journey".

"Good, these books are our own personal journals of stories and other things we want passed to you." Soraya felt delighted. She loved history and wanted to make a genealogy spread on her family.

"Okay my turn" The present was in a sky blue bag. It was a backpack in it was new shoes, a cookbook and a few clothes that looked more Japanese. "Is this a Yukata, and a Kimono? Are we going to Japan?" There were also a few Japanese snacks.

"Not this year, but in the future we just grabbed them because you seemed to be obsessed with Japanese culture and documentaries lately."

"SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST" yelled Daniel. His was in a purple bag. This time it was a watch, a book about basic first aid, and from what she could tell medical herbs. That was thoughtful since she wanted to be a doctor. Then a pink decorative knife with a butterfly crest fell out of the bag, on the other side was a swirl and a symbol that looked like a fan. It was pretty, but could do a lot of damage. "Hold the knife like this, whatever you do, don't just leave it like you're going to poke someone..." Soraya watched as her dad demonstrated some fighting techniques and she mimicked them.

"Wait for me", said her young Aunt. "A book on diplomacy". Soraya kinda felt her self esteem go down with all these books. She could sound-out but that was painfully so slow she couldn't comprehend what she was reading.

"Don't worry" her grandmother remarked. "I was in your shoes at your age, it literally clicked to me one day, like it will in you and then no one can make you stop reading." She kissed her head. "Just remember knowledge makes a woman dangerous, for the time being practice reading with your brother"

The clock finally struck midnight. "Time for birthday boy".

"Right on time". Their dad went first. Masaru got a sword, the hilt was red and had the same design as Soraya knife.

"Wow"

Masaru continued looking in the bag. A book called "The Art of War" Soraya picked up. He also got a watch.

From his mother he did not get Yukata but some functional clothes and an antique watch. Masaru seemed to be obsessed with watches, lions and alligators so she could tell this would be the theme.

From his grandmother he got a book of riddles. His Aunt gave him a book on diplomacy and his mother gave him clothes, puzzles and a rubix cube.

"I don't know why you got him tha, its not going to occupy him long. Soraya snatched the rubix cube from her brother. "Don't solve it now, cherish it for a minute."

"Is that it" asked Masaru. "Because I'm tired". He wasn't really tired but Masaru and Soraya had their own tradition of giving their gifts in private.

"Yes go wash up you two, you got school in the morning"

Soraya and Masaru hurried and got their showers and went to their conjoined room. Both sat on her bed. "This is for you", she said excitedly. It was wrapped in red wrapping paper and gold bow. Masaru teared it open. There was a box inside and he hastily opened it. It was an Arrow necklace with gold and black beads. "I blessed it with the spirit of protection, just in case I can't be there for you" Masaru shrugged off her superstition but accepted the gift anyway and put it on. It was pretty neat.

"I saved up two year's allowance for this" Masaru was very excited

Then there was a knock on the door. Soraya looked outside of her window and noticed no cars. "How strange, the birthday party is over and we aren't expecting any late night visitors."

"We need to leave," Masaru whispered anxiously. It was then Soraya felt it exhilaration and malice. Soraya just knew that both her and her brother were in danger.

""... promise me if anything happens, grab the gifts."

"Come with me" she whispered. .Soraya heard screaming in the kitchen. She stopped Masaru in his tracks guiding her behind him. She used the reflection in the clean window in the distance to see if anything was amiss in the dining room. She saw a black figure and he made eye contact with her and smirked. Knowing that she was caught she grabbed onto Masaru's hand and sprinted toward the dining room table where the presents resided. She was thankful that her mother avoided clutter like the plague as everything was already placed in the two backpacks.

It was then Soraya noticed a hand by the coach which had a wedding band on it. Staring at her and her brother were dead eyes of her mother. She covered her mouth to stop from screaming. She glanced around more aware of her surroundings.

"Masaru no matter what you see stay quiet." It was then she noticed five men were in her home all in black. However they had headbands with a metal plate with symbols that she could not see due to the darkness.

"There are seven of them". How did he...she had no time to think she had to focus.

Bang. Bang. Two dropped dead. Her Aunt held a loaded rifle when her Aunt noticed that she got the intruders attention she ran in another direction. They soon purused her Aunt. Soraya dashed and grab both backpacks. It was then she felt someone behind her. The man raised what looked like a Katana and was about to strike, but metal clashed with metal.

Her father stopped the blade before it touched her skin.

"Naomi and Hitomi get them out of here, it's time." Soraya put on her backpack and paused. What was he talking about.

"Soraya, I'm sorry about everything and sorry I wasn't the best husband to your mother, but hopefully I was a good dad" Soraya started to cry. Soraya was about to go towards her dad but was about to run toward her dad but was grabbed by her Aunt.

"DAD NO-"

Soraya noticed her Aunt falling to the ground. An arrow was in her back. Soraya grabbed the bag and caught up with her grandmother and Masaru.

"Grandmother! Where are we going, who are those men, what do they want.", Soraya starting to realize that this was the reason her Grandmother seemed unsettled today.

"We must keep running we are not at the rendezvous point yet, we are almost there"

"Grandmother we are in the middle of nowhere Texas, whats happening"

"Here we are", Soraya noticed that they ran into a forest close to their home.

"I don't have much time" Her grandmother stepped back. "Do the following hand signs with me" A scroll like parchment appeared and opened itself. She placed her hands in front of them.

"Dog, Ram, Horse, Hawk, Tiger". A purple light started to grow and wind started to come from it.

"This is a portal and I would like to go with you but there seems that someone wants to fight."

"How right you are Matriarch of the Rui Clan"

A man came into the full moon light. He had long brown hair with Two locks wrapped in bandages framed either side of his face. The man had red eyes, but not the red eyes in her dream Soraya contemplated.

"If it isn't one of the Otsutsuki" Her grandmother chuckled. "Well I'm glad to die at the hands handsome face at least, but you won't have my grandchildren"

"The Rui clan will die just like the Uzumaki"

"Not today, and not Ever", Soraya watched her grandmother summon a strange beast. "Soraya grab your brother and go through that portal."

Soraya grabbed Masaru and ran through the portal. Heavy wind swept them both and they both watched as their Grandmother collapsed on the ground with a scream. When they reached the other side both of them collapsed into unconsciousness.