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Sasuke Uchiha was almost 7 years old when he met Hoshi Iwasaki. They were both the same age- young, innocent. Typical. But they both had dark secrets. Their meeting was purely chance, nothing on purpose and not really an accident. Sasuke believed it was what some people might call fate. Sasuke called it luck.

Hoshi Iwasaki had been in Konoha with her father for reasons unknown to her. She wasn't sure why he had taken her there, except for the fact he probably thought he couldn't trust her alone. Hoshi hadn't wanted to come, but didn't really throw a fit or anything, for fear of what her punishment might be. Masaki had dropped her off in a park of some sort- just left her there. He said something about 3 hours and sped off.

Hoshi didn't think twice about the speed at which he left. She thought he was eager to get away from her, and that's probably what it was. Simple as that. Now, this park wasn't really fancy. In fact, Hoshi had never really seen a park before, so she didn't quite know if this was one. It had some trees here and there, a grassy field, some swings, and a lower area that Hoshi didn't care to examine.

The swings were the thing that first drew her eye. She noticed there were two, all alone, and they were in seemingly perfect shape. Not a sign of rust anywhere. Something they did lack, however, was a person to sit on them. Hoshi enjoyed naming inanimate objects and even giving some of them personalities. These swings were a boy and girl.

She didn't really know any names for them, so she just thought of some randomly. Ayame was a good name for the girl, and maybe Kano for the male. Yes, Kano fit it perfectly. Back at her village, she had not met Kano yet. So when she met him, she was immediately reminded of this moment.

She decided then Ayame was a loving little girl who's father and mother had left both her and her brother, Kano. She imagined that Kano was only a baby, and Ayame was his caretaker. They spent the days at the park, alone and scared. They always wondered if their mother or father would come back. It was like they were living a nightmare.

But of course, these were really only swings. Swings that you could spend countless amount of time on, which is what Hoshi needed. She needed some way too pass the time. She could not remember what time her dad had said he would come back, but it wouldn't matter; she didn't have a watch. She relaxed into one of the swings. She couldn't remember if it was Ayame or Kano, but she swung back and forth nevertheless.

What was maybe an hour or so later, Hoshi saw a small boy enter the park. He looked six, just like her. It was funny how they were the only current inhabitants of the park. Why was no one else here? Then Hoshi noticed it was raining. The boy hadn't seemed to notice her yet, so she stayed quiet. The rain began to come down faster, but the boy didn't seem to notice, just as Hoshi hadn't. It wasn't until he came a bit closer that Hoshi realized the boy was crying. He had a few loose tears straggling down his cheeks, and Hoshi saw he walked slow, staring down at the ground, barely looking up.

She knew he was in pain. But from what, she didn't know. She assumed he was just upset from some reason that she would get punished for crying about. Like something breaking, or getting hit. It was just stupid things like that that most kids cried nonstop about. He was just like most kids.

Except he wasn't. Hoshi saw it, in the way he walked, the way he tried to hide that he was crying. But the thing that told Hoshi most about him was in his face. He looked around nervously, letting out a compressed sob. Then he saw Hoshi. A look of almost well, horror, crossed his face. He let out a bit of a surprised yelp and turned around and began to run off.

"Wait!" Hoshi called after him "I won't hurt you… or tell anyone… or whatever. I just want a friend…." This stopped the boy right in his tracks. He composed himself, having only gone a few feet, and walked back slowly. He pointed, indicating the swing by Hoshi and tilted his head in question. "Sure…" Hoshi said "Go ahead, sit there." So he sat down, and not a word was said by either of them for quite a bit of time. To some people, such a long amount of time of saying nothing might seem like ages, but for Hoshi, it didn't seem to last enough.

Right away, when she saw this boy, she knew he would be a good friend. She could tell he would listen, ad care, and she could tell he'd be nice to listen to as well. It was funny how some people seemed to have that sort of 6th sense that told you who you could be friends with and who you couldn't. It was usually right, but you never know….

"Hi." The boy said, speaking for the first time "I'm Sasuke." He cleared his throat, as if the words leaving it had hurt him somehow. He looked straight at Hoshi. It was as if he was seeing if she would care, just as she had done to him.

"I'm Hoshi." Hoshi said, nodding a hello. And then it was silent once more. Hoshi actually preferred noise to silence. Masaki loved quiet, and she was determined to hate everything he liked. It was her own way of hating him, though she wouldn't admit that to herself. She never wanted to think of herself as the type to hate.

"I'm sorry about earlier, I wasn't crying, It was just rain, and I ran cause I thought you were gong laugh at me…" he trailed off, leaving his words lingering in the air. The downpour steadied to a slight drizzle, and the stale air surrounded Hoshi and Sasuke. Hoshi sort of liked this air. It wasn't because her father hated it or anything, she just, well, liked it. She liked rain, though, even more. She loved using that excuse "I'm not crying, it's just the rain!" whenever she needed to let out a bit out pinned up sadness. She loved rain, and stars, and that was good enough for her. To Hoshi, all you needed in the world was a few things you liked and you could live forever and ever.

"It's okay." Hoshi heard herself say. This was all so surreal. Was she really talking to him? Or was he just some figment of her imagination? No one was this nice to her, except perhaps in her own subconscious. It was funny, how she suddenly began doubting his existence. She reached out and touched him, just to make sure he was real.

He drew back, surprised. Hoshi turned red, "S- sorry." She stuttered. Oh crap. She thought, angry at herself Now I've done it.

"It's fine. Do you live around here?" He said, changing the subject. Hoshi could have hugged him right there. But, remembering the touching incident that had happened moments ago, she showed restraint and didn't make a move. She shook her head no, and gasped in surprise when he got out a pad of paper and a pencil. The drizzle had now come to a stop, though some droplets of water dripped onto the paper. "Write your address here, okay?" Hoshi took the pencil and paper and gave Sasuke one of those innocent, adoring smiles that only younger kids seem to be able to do. She quickly srote down her address, and gave the pencil and paper back.

"Are you going to write me?" Hoshi asked, suddenly blushing at the question. She sounded needy, stupid, and feeble. But Sasuke didn't seem to think so. He examined her eyes an other moment, just checking once more.

"Of course."

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