Chapter 1
Unsprisingly, being a baby was hard.
It wasn't hard acting like a normal baby would, but being a twenty-one year old adult in a two month old baby's body is hard. I couldn't walk, my legs were too weak for that. I couldn't talk, it all came out in gurgles. I couldn't read, I still didn't understand the language. I couldn't do anything but sleep, eat, and observe. And that could only bring me so much entertainment.
The orphanage I was staying at was a little one. Run down from age and yet still standing strong. The walls were a dark shade of brown that remind me of wet soil. The carpets were worn and stained from all the kids running and playing on it. The once painted doors were pealing and squeaking when they were open. The metal chairs were rusting. The beds and pillows were ripped with stuffing coming out of them. The food was good, that was alright. But this little run down orphanage was all I had, and that was more than I could ever ask for.
I watched as kids came and went. I watched as they grew. I watched as the cellings and walls crumbled. I watched as bonds were formed, and I watched as scares were made. I watched as rooms were emptyed. I watched as stories were told. I watched as legends were made, and I watched and watched.
Pretty soon I became know as the watcher. The little girl (or baby) who always watched, silent and still. Always at the corner of the room. But what else could you do when all you could do was eat and sleep.
I wondered about my father a lot. Who was he? Was he alive? Did he abandon me? Did he even know about me? It was a mystery to me.
I could imagine how he looked like. From what I remember of my mother, I had her eye shape, yet I imagine that I had my father's eye color, orange. I had my mother's hair color, purple, and from I remember her hair was pretty calm, so I obviously had my father's hair since it pointed in odd directions and the caretakers of the orphanage couldn't control my hair. I had my mother's lip shape and I probably had my father's nose. I was a combination of both, I guess.
"Arata, come here sweetie, it's time for lunch." One of the nursery teachers said. Her hands came under my armpits and lifted me up, settling me on her hip. I gurgled, and she giggled.
"I know, little one, I'm hungry too."
You have no idea.
She walked through the crumpled halls, her footsteps barely audible from the screams and laughter inside the Dinning room. She pushed open the door (avoiding a handfull of rice that was thrown her way in the process) and settled me in a high chair.
"Alright, here you are. Can you open your mouth for me Arata?" She asked, scooping some soft, mushy rice onto a spoon. I compiled and open my mouth.
"Oh my. What an intelligent baby you are!" She gushed. A gurgle escaped me. Seems like that was the only thing I could do. Honey, I'm twenty-one, of course I know how to open my mouth.
She kept cooing and encouraging me to eat, and it was getting hard for me to not roll my eyes. She place the bowl and the plastic spoon on the table. She picked me up, again avoiding any food coming our way, and took me to my room.
"Well, little one, it looks like today's over." I can see that. "But don't worry Arata, tomorrow is another day."
It's really getting hard to keep my eyes from rolling.
She opened my door. Some chipped paint fell to the floor and the hinges let out a high pitched squeak. And stepped in. The once white paint from the crib was pealing, the metal rocking chair in the corner of the room was rusting, and the green curtains were dull and ripped. The carpet (that was once a beautiful shade of pink) was stained and worn down. She laid me down and tucked me in.
I was gone the minute my head hit the small pillow.
Done!
Well if you guys noticed or not Arata tends to let her mind wander alot, much like me since she is me in a way. Her name and eye and hair color are symbiotic, I made sure to use the Japenese meanings BTW, if you happen to Google the meaning behind her name and hair/eye color, you'll find that it all goes with her personality.
I'm not planning of jumping right into the Naruto plot starts, I want you all to get to know Arata and what her struggles are as she decides what she wants to do. You will see the Charaters through out this little Arc maybe some glances and peeks but not all are going to stay...except one person, you all probably know who it is though so be patient and bare with me.
Thinker90: I hope to see you in the future as well, if my horrible writing skills don't manage to scare you away (still pretty new at this.)
DarkDust27: I'm glad you like it. Well to answer your questions. Arata will be apart of team 7 but I am still debating on if I am adding a number to the team or kicking someone out and replacing them with her. For the paring I am not paring her with anyone yet, it will all be strictly friendship for a while. You won't see any romance until they're about 14 or 15 maybe. Sorry.
That's all for now until next time.
