AN - If haven't noticed by now I have a thing for Shirou and genderbenders. And I'm very proud. Anyways if you haven't noticed Naruto and Sasuke are girls! Wow! Just letting you know if hadn't known yet. That and my updates are as rare as my love life, practically nonexistent but I care about my updates more. For now...

Chapter 1 - A Fated Encounter?

It was times like these did Naruko hate the villagers. They just wouldn't leave her alone. She would be in alleys, beaten, bruised, and scared. But not this time. She managed to get away this time due to the sheer luck of dropping what little money she had and turned around only to see a very armed and dangerous crowd behind her. So she just abandoned the money that fell from her wallet and ran away.

It was no easy feet. After being subjected to her pranks they learned how she moved around and formulated plan after plant to finally get rid of her. She dreaded what would happen to her if she got caught. As if some being made fun of her, right as soon she thought of what would happen to her if she got. She got caught. Violently.

As soon as she turned around she saw a fist. Then darkness. She awoke afraid and scared in a familiar alley way. She stared fearfully at the crowd of both shinobi and villagers. Time flew as she was subjected to their violent torture. Degrading her to a beaten child begging for mercy. They favored that look. So they laughed at her. She even thought they were hysterical at how hard they were laughing at her. So to avoid a unwanted death in a dead end alley way, she bolted.

Bolted towards some conveniently stacked crates leading over the wall. Jumping on top of them she managed to draw attention from the blood thirsty crowd and quickly vaulted over the way. It wasn't easy as she scraped her knee at the fall. But she could care less. She ran once more, but to a place she knew they wouldn't find her. That place being a park. They never bothered checking that place as she was rarely seen there. For a good reason too, it hurt to see so many other kids go home with family. She had none. No family. No home. Nothing.

So she ran and ran, till they were out of sight then she crumpled onto the floor hugging her legs close to her body crying for what felt like hours. She wanted friends, family, a home, and to smile and ignore everything as she did always. This time it did not work. So she lay there, a crying mess. She pleaded to whatever, whomever was watching her to give her something, anything, she couldn't care. She just wanted there to be hope somewhere.

And she was answered by the sound of soft foot prints drawing closer and closer. She couldn't care, nothing mattered anymore. But it was the conversation she would have with this person that would change her forever. For good or bad. "Are you okay?" Was the soft voice that entered her ears. She tended up, the last time someone asked her that she was tricked and beaten. She didn't answer, she just wanted everything to be over, a dream. "Hey, your hurt. Let me help you." The voice quickly primed herself from hugging herself and was greeted by a child of her age with auburn hair and golden-brown eyes, perhaps a year older or younger, she didn't care nor did it matter to her.

Regaining what composer she had left she spoke, her voice unwavering, "If you want to kill me make it quick..." it was quiet, but heard from the boy.

He shook his head vigorously, "Why would I do that." It didn't sound like a question, at least to her it didn't. He spoke once more, his voice filled with conviction, "It isn't wrong to help someone after all." He spoke as if this was a normal thing. Someone normal would ignore her. Someone normal would hurt her. But looking at this eyes of his made her question if that was really normal. While in her thoughts he just picked her up in a, bridal carry was it called? She seen this before when people were married.

She was drawn back to reality when he set her back down on a more comfortable area, that area being a bench where the moon was in full view. He the. Proceeded to tear off his sleeve to his rather plain shirt and tied it around her scraped knee. Looking back at him she knew he wasn't used to treating people so his attempt was mediocre at best. But she appreciated the effort and attention.

Looking back into his golden-brown eyes all she could see was worry. Not hate, not scorn, not annoyance. The only thing that mattered to him was her well being. So when she turned away to look at the moon in the sky she didn't feel alone. Like something in her heart once missing was restored. As odd as it sounded, she believed that this was her special person. Or in better terms, someone she would learn to call a true friend. "Naruko..." was the soft word that came from her mouth. He looked at her and she said it once more. "I'm Uzumaki Naruko..."

He smiled at her and answered her unspoken question, "Shirou, Emiya Shirou." With that they learned each other's names at spent most of the night in silence. After all, he didn't need to talk to her to convey his desire, a desire to help her. So when the sun began to slowly rise over the horizon, she knew it was time for them to part.

But she didn't want to ruin her chance at attaining someone special. "Again..." the response he gave was a questioning hum, "Will we see each other again...?"

He gave her a nod, "We can meet here again." He didn't tell her when, so she stared at him, "Is something the matter?"

She responded with the nod of her head, "Yes, when will we meet."

He gave her a reassuring smile, "Anytime, when you come here I won't be too far away so I will be able to see you." She of course doubted him, the closest house would be a few minutes away, she doubted he could see that far. So she just decided to believe him and head home, avoiding crowded areas so the same incident wouldn't happen again.

AN - Being honest I decided to leave this chapter short, of course I will be trying my damn hardest for the next chapter to be at least 8k words long or so god help me I'll - anyway please leave a review, how trash is the story? How good is the story? Your thoughts on this scuffed attempt at writing? With that, I bid you adieu and hope we can see each other, sooner rather than later.