A/N: Okay so my tale begins! MUHAHAHA! It starts kind of sad and slow but trust me, once it starts rolling it will get better!

Disclaimer: I really, really, really want to own Naruto but sadly I don't! So SORRY!

Chapter 1

Fallen Angel

(It's colder without you… my sister…)

It was growing dark and I could hear their whispers. They're words carried across town in the winds that had obviously betrayed me. If they thought I wanted to hear, they were terribly wrong. Their voices danced through my mind; accusations and pity held in their eyes as their gazes burned through the back of my jacket. None of them mattered, not anymore, all that mattered now was that I was alone.

My world was gray, like a black and white movie gone wrong. Color seeped into shading adding to the depressing atmosphere. The funeral had only just ended, and yet I was the only one left at her grave.

We had buried her next to my parents, those bastards. They didn't deserve the company in death. My wounds were still fresh from his hands, my fathers. Perhaps he was the only one I truly despised. My mother had always been kind, yet there was so little I remembered of her. She had left us when I was four, simply runaway. I'd ask why, but I already knew, it must have been because of dad. She had died only 3 years after. Police found her remains burned in her car in what was supposedly a car crash, but I had always known otherwise. My mother had been murdered long before my dad put her corpse in the car, and burned the evidence.

I went to her funeral as well.

I hardly ever cried, I cried when they told me my brother had died, I cried the first time father hit me, but her death was the last time I cried. 6 years and not a tear to show for it.

We were a dead family, doomed before we started.

And now that my sister was gone, my sweet baby sister, I felt guilty that I couldn't cry for her as the sky itself seemed to weep for the loss. Damn these eyes of mine, why won't they work?! She deserves my tears, she deserves to have someone grieving, and since I was all that she had… how sad that I couldn't even do that for her. Just like I couldn't protect her from our stupid drunken father. She could have lived, it was my entire fault.

FLASHBACK

"You little wretch!" he screamed his fist landing in my jaw. The metallic taste of blood was in my mouth and I fought the urge to spit it back at him. "That's right you little bitch just stay down!" But I rose, shakily and battered, but I rose. "WHY DO YOU KEEP GETTING UP?" I refused to answer instead I kept a miraculously blank face and stared back at him with hollow eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" he hit again. I was more then capable of dodging his blows, they were slow, but what was the point? If he couldn't beat on me, he'd find someone else; Maya for example. A faint smile crossed my lips as I remembered she didn't even know. She was too young, too innocent, and far too gullible. "You ungrateful whore! You think you can just walk around like you own the place! I own the place, damn it! You don't even live here anymore!" My smile widened into a grin, a half insane grin spurred by his words and the blood dripping form the corners of my mouth.

"You're right, I don't live here anymore, you disowned me a year ago Father." I wasn't even too sure what happened when you disowned someone. All I knew was that there was a cigarette burn where I should have been on my family tree and that I certainly wasn't welcome in my house anymore. "I just came to visit my beloved sister." I elaborated.

He barred his teeth, and I got a sick pleasure out of his frustration. He reached down picking up a broken beer bottle from the kitchen floor.

"Bitch, I'll teach you to talk back to me!" Again I didn't move, it was difficult for every fiber of my being was trying to act on instinct as it had done so many times to keep me alive on the streets. It didn't happen as often since I took solace in the woods a few miles down the road. It was there that I envied those from Naruto anime were they could simply jump up and I had to climb. But you get used to it. My fighting has kept me alive, my fathers rage has gotten me out of the hell hole of a house, and my sister has given me a reason to live. All in all I'd have to say my life wasn't too bad, seriously. I had a purpose and as long as I had my purpose, I could take anything…

Every time my father got drunk I would always prevent Maya from finding out. If anything were to happen to scar her amazing purity I would be heartbroken. And even now the pain was weak as my blood fell from my shoulders. Oh, and now from my stomach, okay that one hurt a little more.

I bent over double clutching my abdomen in pain and gasping for breath. And yet, all I wanted to do was make him angrier, feed that hate inside me with sweet satisfaction.

"Maybe you should go lie down Father, you look dreadfully tired." I suggested smirking.

"You are no daughter of mine!" He raised the bottle farther and I don't think it quite registered how fatal the next blow was meant to be. For instead of looking at him I looked at the doorway. There stood Maya, thousands of emotions flitting across her face while mine finally adopted a look of panic.

She rushed to my aid and clumsily knocked his hand aside.

"MAYA! What are you doing! Go back to bed!" but she looked at me like I was crazy.

"What's going on!? Why is father acting so? Daddy could have killed you!" She sobbed tears falling from pale blue eyes, so unlike mine. I felt my heart soften, it was impossible to be cruel with her around.

"Maya, it's okay." I tried placing a hand tenderly on her cheek. "Just go back to bed. And no buts about it! You're ten, I'm thirteen! I still get to boss you around! Respect your elders!" I replied sternly, seeing she was about to protest.

"Almost thirteen." She corrected, but what I saw in her eyes almost broke me. I saw so much love and trust in those glittering blue eyes that I almost shattered right there. "Alright Yuki, but be careful." She smiled sweetly, that warm smile as she used my nickname.

"I will I, promi" But I would never finish that sentence. Maya's breath hitched and I saw blood pour rapidly out of her stomach where my bastard father had cut ruthlessly into her back.

For a moment all was still, her eyes wide like my own, her blood staining my clothes. She fell to the floor twitching slightly. I was in shock as I looked back into the demonic face of my dad.

"DON'T GET IN THE WAY!" He slurred brandishing his bottle at Maya. "I OWE THAT BITCH A LIFE WORTH OF PAIN! AND NOW MY OWN DAUGHTER COMES TO HELP HER! YOU LITTLE TRATORUOS WHORE! I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!" he charged.

"I rather think not!" I spat.

I kicked the bottle out of his hands and hit him hard in the stomach with a flat palm. I'll admit, I learned most of my moves from anime, but since I didn't have charka of heck even spirit energy to use the moves properly I put a hell of a lot of force behind them instead. It targeted the muscles with clear pain inflicting and hell every now and then I throw a rib braking hit for kicks. It's a mixture of my acquired street fighting and anime style! It was a suggestion from… Maya. My eyes flashed with hate at the thought and I saw red, suddenly all I wanted was him dead.

"You mother fucking bastard!" I kicked him hard in the gut and he went down. I brought my knee up to meet him and send him flying only to have my elbow bring him crashing down again. I smirked as he choked up blood. "I'll make you pay! No one touches Maya!" I hissed a hind of insanity touching my voice as I picked up the forgotten bottle.

"An eye for an eye." I knelt behind him.

"A life for a life." I brought it to his throat.

"I won't regret it!" In a daze I brought the blade across his neck. And as though my father wasn't lying dead on the floor, I rushed over to Maya.

I turned over her body and held her close. "Yuki, Yuki you're alright." She sighed, the smallest of smiles lighting up her face. I tried to smile back but mine was weaker then hers.

"I'm fine Maya, we're both fine. He'll never hurt you again! I promise! We're both gonna be fine!" Even though I said it, I knew she was dying, I knew since her blood had first stained my black tank top. I stroked her blond hair while biting my lip to fight back hysteria.

"Yuki I don't think I'm gonna make it. You know it too don't you. I'm t-ten, n-not stupid." She shuddered continuously.

"Don't be silly Maya, there's no way you're gonna die!" I insisted.

"Yuki, I-I love you Yuki, never forget me. P-Promise me Yuki! You'll never f-forget m-me?" Her eyes glittered with hope as she peered into my own crimson orbs.

"Of course Maya, never, I promise." She smiled at me, the last time I'd see that sweet smile and her eyes glazed over her body becoming limp. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too… Maya."

END OF FLASHBACK

I lowered my head as I walked through the graveyard, allowing sheets of my drenched black hair cover my face. Small crunching sounds under my black boots came from far too early fallen leaves and I was still unaware of how cold it had become through the storm. Another crack of thunder sounded and still I walked; the house was mine now, so I'd go there I guess.

It was Friday… Maya and I… Dad would always go out on Fridays and get drunk at some godforsaken bar, while I'd go over and watch T.V. with Maya. It didn't take us long to become totally obsessed with Naruto. Of course we also liked: Yu Yu Hakusho, Inuyasha, Full Metal Alchemist, Slayers, and Wolfs Rain. But Naruto was still the best. So we liked anime, so what!? I'd be dead by now if I hadn't trained myself in anime fighting arts. For example, I once used Kakashi's 'one though sand years of pain' on the most annoying little bastard in the world! Ya that may sound funny now, but trust me it works! And I had 5 solid years of obsession to learn these all too!

I stopped at the steps to their… to my house.

'Happy birthday, to me…' I opened the door to find the place sorrowfully dark. 'Happy birthday to me.' The a few steps led me to the living room were my T.V. sat, nice flat screen, don't ask me were I got the money, if your against stealing, I'm sure you won't like the answer. My birthday gift to Maya. It was a wonder she wasn't a spoiled brat. An old couch made of some fuzzy blue fabric was the sitting area, what had I named it. At one point in time as a child I became obsessed with naming things; unfortunately this was around the same time that I picked up swearing like a sailor. But I didn't want to rest just yet. I walked past, what was it again? Ah, yes, now I remember, 'god damned sofa,' to the kitchen.

An eerie silence plagued these walls, and I knew it always would, because this was the room. The blood I had thought surely would stain had already come off the tiled white floors but to me they were still there, fresh as ever.

"MAYA! What are you doing! Go back to bed!"

It replayed in my mind. Should I have been more forceful?

'I'm fine Maya, we're both fine. He'll never hurt you again! I promise! We're both gonna be fine!'

I had already known, why had I denied it? Could I have saved her even then?

"Yuki I don't think I'm gonna make it-"

'Should I have paid more attention to father while she spoke to me?' I walked over to the cabinets.

"Yuki, I-I love you Yuki, never forget me.-"

'Should I have come that night at all, to make such a promise as she died in my arms?' In a daze I opened the Raman and poured it into the bowl.

"- I promise."

'Was there a way I could have stopped this? Could this have been avoided?' I don't even remember starting the microwave…

"I love you too… Maya."

"Maya," I whispered. "Was there a way I could have saved you…"

RING!

I jumped half a mile looking around in a paranoid way.

RING!

THE PHONE! 'My god I'm finally loosing it. We all knew it would happen one day.' I permitted myself a light smirk.

"Hello?" I asked. My voice was horse, but hell at least it was manageable.

"YUKARI-CHAN!" I winced at the volume and held the phone a good two feet away from my head. I wasn't positive what my friend had to say at this point, but I was certain it would involve tears, sympathy, and most of all… more yelling. "I JUST GOT BACK! ARE YOU OKAY?! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WASN'T HERE! ARE YOU ALRIGHT????!!!!!!"

'Yep,' I confirmed. 'she's louder then ever.' "Hn, calm down Kanoke, I'm fine." I tried. Kanoke had been away traveling; god only knows where that kid goes half the time and she'd only returned now after a month when she found out. It was only three days since… let's call it the incident kay, had happened and I just got out of jail from questioning.

"Are, are you sure. Cuz I'll come over there if you need a shoulder to cry on." You had to be in the same room as me or at least be good with emotions to tell my laugh was hollow.

"No, no you need to talk to Tanner, he'll be even more upset when he finds out." Yanner would be devastated… I did not want to be the one to tell him. I did not know if I could bare to witness his tears.

"Hey, Kanoke… I was thinking of disappearing for a while." I told her honestly. Normally I'd tell no one, but Kanoke was an orphan and the closest thing to a friend I've allowed myself to have. Maybe… "Could you, watch the place for me?" I had to get out of this house, if I kept seeing her death everyday of my already pointless life I'd go insane. I'll ask myself again, 'Now that Maya is gone, what is my purpose? Why do I insist on living?' But I had yet to get an answer.

"Are, are you sure?!" She sounded shocked, no surprise there.

"Of course, it'll get you out of that crumby orphanage and hell you deserve it!"

"Yukari! I.. I… I'm coming over there right now!" She squeaked.

…. Dial tone…

I sweat dropped. That wasn't exactly the reaction I had hopped for, now I had to actually talk to people again. Boy that didn't sound appealing. But I suppose if it was anyone, I'm glad it was Kanoke. Bouncy, emotional… how in the world did I befriend my opposite?

That's a damned good question. The answer: She was being picked on by some thugs and well… I just wanted to cross the fucking bridge! REALLY THAT'S ALL! But no, they just wouldn't move! So I beat the crap out of them. Ah good old violence. Truth is I didn't even know why they were blocking the bridge at the time, just that they were in my way. Kanoke had followed me around since then, like a lost puppy or something. And here we are three years later!

'This Raman is really good.' I noted checking the package. 'Huh, who'd of thought, chicken. It's so plain… not bad.'

Violent knocking on the door made me almost chock on a noodle but I managed to survive and compose myself before opening it. Bright pink eyes glimmered confusingly at me with an odd mixture of sadness and joy. 'How the hell?' I wondered.

"YUKA!" Kanoke flung her arms around my neck and held me in a dead hug. I'll admit it, I'm short for my age, and Kanoke was a year younger then me. I'll also admit, I'm 5 foot 1. And again I'll admit that Kanoke and her the 5 foot 5ness that was her was crushing me. She began to sob despite the fact that she was already soaking wet, I guess we both missed Maya. With that thought I let her slowly to the sofa and let her settle.

It was then that she pushed something into my arms that I hadn't noticed her come in with. One was a box wrapping in red paper with a tiny bow and the other was a tub of ice cream. I looked at her letting a brief bit of confusion cross my face through the calm exterior.

"For your birthday." She smiled cheekily and the corners of my own mouth twitched. I patted her sopping, light lavender hair in thanks, which mudt have look rather hilarious considering our height difference, and pocketed the package. "You and your stupid traditions Yuka. Can't you just open the gift before the Ice cream?"

Yuka was Kanoke's nickname for me. She had wanted to use Yuki but after she met Maya she felt guilty somehow, like she was stealing the word and changed after only a few times.

"Huh," I remarked thoughtfully. "I suppose I could, but why bother? That would be like me taking off my jacket while indoors, simply because we were indoors. It seems rather pointless to me." I shrugged it off and she rolled her eyes.

"Everything seems pointless to you." She laughed.

"So… how are you holding up?" I sighed and she looked at me in shock. "One of us had to ask sooner or later." I replied. She bowed her head.

"I'm… managing. You?"

"Ditto." I responded, despite Kanoke being my friend she too had formed a close connection with blue eyed angel. A long moment of silence passed, uncomfortable, most silences didn't bother me, I didn't really talk much, but for some reason this one did.

"So…" I stated. "No cake?" She raised her eyebrows at me. "What? I happen to like cake." I defended, for another long moment all was quiet, then Kanoke broke out in a fit of laughter. I looked at her for a moment and soon I too found myself laughing. True the cake thing hadn't been that funny. But we had never been laughing for that reason. We were laughing through pain, understanding, and heartache. And it wouldn't stop. I don't know for sure how long it lasted but Kanoke was crying, either from mirth or from sadness I couldn't say, and I had no intentions of asking.

"Your ice cream's melting." She sniffled and I gave one last small chuckle before pulling a spoon out of absolutely nowhere and 'digging in.'

"Mmm…" I closed my eyes and drowned in its sweet cookies'en cream flavor. When I heard Kanoke turn on the T.V. "Kano?" I opened an eye.

"How is nothing on, on a Friday?" She marveled.

I grunted still not removing the spoon from my mouth.

"OH YA!" She said. How she understood me, I may never know. "You're right. Naruto comes on tonight!" She clicked the small button in the menu labeled with the animes' name while I took another bite. I blinked twice forgetting momentarily about the ice cream in my mouth and stared at the screen. It was completely red. Just red with a small black dot in the middle.

"Tch. Rip off." I mumbled pulling out the empty utensil and walking up in front of the giant flat screen. Kanoke came up beside me and started poking the Television.

"Hey what's wrong with it? You've seen almost all of Naruto and know it by heart right? Well dose an epi. start like this?" She asked. I shook my head. "Well then what's wrong with it?! I'm starting to get anime deprived!" She exclaimed poking it harder.

Something stirred in the back of my mind as I watched her and I did my best to stomp down the really bad feeling I was getting. It only got worse as the black dot steadily got larger till it engulfed half of the screen.

"I. WANT. NARUTO!" She yelled, clipping each word as though they were independent sentences. I blinked twice again as words appeared in the dots center.

"Kano." I said trying to get her attention. "Kano!" I twitched, she was still rambling. "KANOKE!" I growled smacking her sharply on the back of her head.

"huh?" And indeed she did look. There written in carefully made white letters, it asked a question.

Are You Sure?

Kanoke cocked her head to the side as she stared. I became alarmed, I knew that clueless look, but I was too late to stop her and before I could throw my hand over her mouth she answered it!

"Of course we're sure! What kind of dumb station are you, ESPN?"

'Now that was unfair.' I thought. 'What did she have against ESPN?'

Do You Want It Bad Enough?

"What are you trying to pull? We've been sitting here for 10 minutes and you have showed me jack! How bad do you think we want it?!"

'We?' I thought. 'Were was this we coming from? If she wanted to talk to my T.V. good for her, but leave me outta this!'

Very Well…

I felt the hairs raise on the back of my neck.

"What the heck are you talking about!"

I twitched again. "Kanoke. Stop talking to it!" I demanded. But the damage was already done. Black arms reached out from the screen itself and wrapped themselves around my shoulders, dark fingers biting harshly into my wounded shoulder and pulling a strangled gasp from me. And then they were pulling me in, and I couldn't move, couldn't think through the pain and the memoried it triggered of Maya and my father. Kanoke watched in horror before she too latched on and followed me into darkness.

A/N: Alrighty then! Into Naruto world they go! Sorry if the beginning was kind of slow but there was a hell of a lot of history to explain and I'm still not really finished. (Sigh) Oh well! Hey if you guys want to give me ideas of couples that'd be great. I'm pretty sure for Yukari but I want you to tell me first. And I've no clue for Kanoke.

Next Time on Fuck, I Think My TV's Broken, Dizziness and dreams, disbelief and nicknames, Blood and silence, and tears and angels, and… wait a minute… where the hell is Kanoke!? Next Time In Chapter 2. Blood Written Walls PLEASE REVIEW! ^-^ Haha