Author's note: Hi! This is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I'd love to hear some feedback, especially if I'm going to keep posting. This will be my one and only author's note hopefully; I don't want to interrupt the flow of my story.

Disclaimer the characters and most of the plot belong to Masashi Kishimoto

She had always hated hospitals ever since she learnt about her failing kidneys. In and out of new buildings all the time to find out why she was so ill. So waking up in a room she didn't recognize after yet another surgery wasn't that big of a deal. For five minutes she just lay there trying to get a grip on reality as well as adjusting her senses that had disoriented during her time passed out. It could take some time.

In the distance there were three people talking in a language that was foreign to her ears. Every now and then an English word would be spoken making her ears perk up, since her hearing was still slightly messed up, hoping that it was some doctor failing to say the word correct in the strange language. All she wished was for someone one to speak bloody English so she could understand what was happening She couldn't be further from the truth. She didn't need to strain her ears as much now as the speaking was getting louder, the people were getting closer to her still form on the bed. She didn't realise just how close they were until giant hands appeared in her vision as if trying to pick her up. But how was that possible? She was a fully grown woman standing at a proud 5'6. No one should be able to pick her up. No one should have hands that big to begin with.

The hands felt cold against her skin, a massive difference to the warmth made by the blanket. The shock was so bad that tears began to gather in her eyes and a blood curdling scream emerged. It took a moment for her to register that that scream was coming from her. The shock quieted her enough to get a proper look at her surroundings, now that she was weightless. Her sight was limited, spanning around one metre in total. Not much you can gather from such a short range. Not even the face of her captor was visible just yet. The screech caused the person to begin talking in the strange language once again. She couldn't even pick out the faint English words from how fast she was talking. All she had done was scream. Nothing new in a kidnapping situation right?

The speed talking slowed down to a halt when the door slammed. Either from someone leaving or entering, most likely leaving from the lack of talking. All was silent as the mysterious person lifted her just within the limited sight range. Some features were becoming apparent like the long black hair and the sharp point of her nose. But the most noticeable was the pale complexion they had. It looked almost white like paper.

The door creaked open again as a continuous clicking sound entered into the room at a slow even pace. Even though no one was making a sound it was almost as if the room got quieter by the person's mere presence. Whoever they were they held all the power. The clicking sound didn't stop until they were just centimeters away from her, staring down with piercing black eyes. The woman stared for only a few seconds but it felt like hours until in one sudden movement, she was stood as straight as an arrow. She was now looking at the woman holding her. The mouth slowly moving to speak the language she couldn't understand.

"I've decided to name her Mia. Do with her as you wish, she stopped being my problem days ago." Once those words left her lips the woman had turned and began to leave. Only the distant sound of clicking remained.

Finally, the woman holding her looked down and muttered one word.

"Mia"

Even though the spoke a different language she knew that was her name. It sounded too English not to be.

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