Hi you guys! It's me again! Just in a different area of anime.

Soooo.. I am thinking I can take on three stories at once. Keep them updated. Try to at least.. ahahahah! Maybe I just hate myself, but I think I can do this! I hope it works. Prolly might add a fourth one cause I just love Magi right now. . Sinbad is bae. Actually I have a whole list of fictional people I think of as bae. And since tonight is Saturday this is a good day to write it down! Like I have it written on my phone and such so when I run out of this I'm gonna die. jk not really. I'm rambling cause I'm nervous. . Sorry for being so awkward.

The night when the Leaf Village was almost destroyed, many cries were heard. Many brave souls had died tonight. However there were two cries that rang in the night. They didn't know what happened. All they knew is that they were uncomfortable. Two babies left alone in the rubble. Not knowing what was going to happen. Not knowing that they had no one but each other. Not knowing that the whole village would be their enemy. Two cries rang out in the night. Innocent cries.

Growing up, there were two kids that the village often shunned. They didn't know why. One of them had the demon fox in him. The other was just normal. Still the village hardly acknowledge them. One of them was a blond boy. He had bright blue eyes that twinkled with mischief. He often caused trouble and got into fights. He liked to play pranks to get people to see him. To show that he was still there. The other was a red haired girl. Her violet eyes held a warmth mostly reserved for her brother. She always hid behind him, as she was afraid of people. Not everyone but mostly the adults were the ones that frightened her. She knew how harsh they could be. So she wanted to be independent, so she learned how to do housework and cook. She had figured out a long time ago it was her brother and her vs the village. Living with this in mind, she was mostly reserved but she learned that she had to be nice to get what she wanted. Later the village accepted her more than her brother but she had no use for them except to survive.

"Someday I'm going to be Hokage. Then everyone will acknowledge me. I'll show them." My brother often told me at night. I would only look at him and smile. In my heart I believed in him. I knew he would. Maybe it was my wishful thinking, seeing as we were orphans.

We were enrolled in the academy. My brother already had dreams of being Hokage, I just wanted to know how to protect myself. Deep inside, I think I knew that I didn't care much for this village, I only cared about my brother. Even though we were studying to be ninjas, it was weird because we would have different classes. Since I was a girl, I had to take classes about the art of flower arrangement, how to dress, how to act, ect. Our sensei told us that since we were girls, we were more able to be spies as no one would see us as a threat. Often I saw the blonde girl, Ino, and the pink hair one, Sakura, hang out with each other a lot. The girls would bully Sakura for her forehead. They had tried to bully me for my red hair, but I had beat up a girl, so I was left alone. Sakura was a cry baby from what I saw. I didn't even understand why she wanted to become a ninja, I had heard she was the only one to be a ninja in her family. Her parents were civilians. I didn't understand. She could have had a future, but being a ninja meant we had to put our lives in danger. I often wondered what was the point of all this.

I had met Sasuke in the practice fields. He and I would be throwing stars trying to hit our target. We hardly ever spoke. We barely acknowledge each other. He was often trying to compete against his brother, Itachi, I think was his name. I was trying to improve. I had this idea, that if I got better then maybe I would be more confident and would be able to talk to people. I would stop causing my brother so many problems. Maybe one day, until then I would try my best. I even thought about wearing weights. Maybe if I could save up some money I would start. Over time, we started to acknowledge each other. He was in awe of his brother. I could relate, since to me, my brother was the best person. Sometimes we would argue over whose brother was better, but in the end we would just agree that we like our brother better. I had met Itachi from time to time. He was reserved. I felt like kindred spirits since we were both quiet. Sasuke had grown on me, and we just became friends, who became best friends.

I met Hinata by accident. We weren't in a lot of the same classes, but she always had her eyes on my brother. I had noticed one day after I beat up another guy and she tended to my scratches. She barely spoke, but her intent was real. After that, I had started to notice her more and more. She was often quiet. Her face would go red after making eye contact with my brother and she just panicked a lot. We hardly spoke a word but I would smile at her if we caught each other's glances. There were many times she helped bandage me making me think I would like to do the same. Helping people seemed better than fighting.

I met Shikamaru after waiting on my brother, he had gotten detention for sleeping in class and so did Shikamaru. Shikamaru was a lazy fellow I deduced. He was always yawning and never paid much attention to anything. Choji was always by his side too. They were the best of friends. Choji liked to eat and Naruto often got in trouble with Choji by calling him fat. Sometimes but not always, they would talk to Naruto. Maybe he was just too loud for their tastes. Shikamaru had noticed I was waiting for him and told me that Naruto had gotten in more trouble for pulling another prank. We didn't say much to each other too. Just whenever it was necessary. That way words weren't wasted.

I met Rock Lee when I saw him training and trying his best. I had saw he didn't have much potential or if any at ninjutsu, but he tried his best. Sometimes the other guys would pick on him and make fun of his braid. I saw he wasn't giving up. He ran a lot. He noticed me first actually when I watched him. During the days when I waited on Naruto, I would go outside to watch people. He was a bit bitter. He thought I would make fun of him as well. I just panicked and ran. I didn't know how to talk to him. One day when I got to the field a guy was bullying Lee. I ran over and kicked him in the jaw. He cried and ran off. Lee was in awe. He thanked me and told me his name. That's how our friendship started.

I hadn't realized I had met so many people. I only thought that I barely had any friends. Sasuke was stuck with me, since we spent so much time together training. It had taken me awhile to even get used to him. I was mainly quiet. I did well on tests. I did okay with the psychical trials. I wanted to get better and so I focused more on that. I knew that my brother needed me, but I think I needed him more than he needed me. He wanted attention. No. He wanted to be recognized by the people. He wanted to be acknowledged. Well me, I just wanted him to be happy. As long as I had Onii-chan I was happy. I didn't really need much.

Then Sasuke lost his family. He was all alone. His brother had murdered all of them. When he came back to class, he was different. More quieter. More intense. He rarely talked unless he needed to. All the girls thought he became more cool. I saw him at the training grounds. He was so focused he didn't hear me approach him. His instincts made him almost stab me with his kunei. I flinched and he backed down. I asked if he wanted to talk and he didn't. We just practiced. I didn't know what to do. The next day in class I saw he didn't have a lunchbox. When everyone left the classroom to go eat I offered him half my lunchbox. He declined til we both heard his stomach grumbles. Blushing he took half my food. Later after class was over he murmured thanks. I then decided making a third lunchbox wouldn't matter. I had enough ingredients. That's how I started to make lunch for all three of us. Even though most of the time we didn't eat lunch together.

As I took classes, I always thought that the older people were more mature and knew what they were doing and what they wanted to do. I had not a single clue. Everyone had a reason to be a ninja it seemed. I didn't. Well it didn't seem like a good enough reason. Even so I still strived to get better. It just, time seemed to go by so fast. When I think about it we were just learning and beginning. Now it seemed like graduation was upon us. I didn't feel as secure as I had thought the other people were. My idiot brother had taken the exam many times. He wanted to pass. He had failed twice so far. I told him to take his time and learn. Do his homework. Read the scrolls. He just wouldn't. He always said he did better with hands on experience. Maybe. Iruka-sensei would scold Naruto often. Telling him to stop playing around. Sometimes, I could Naruto was struggling. I didn't know how to help him. When I explained he never got it, but he always told me that as the older sibling I could always count on him. I just hope so.

We were going to be 12 soon. It was already August and our birthday is October 10. I figured we would celebrate quietly like every year. I had baked Sasuke a cake on his birthday. He had his own apartment, that I would visit from time to time. His was across the town from ours. Only when we finally got our new one, did we live slightly closer but not much. Still it was an improvement and I was going to keep it. I didn't know what I could do. Maybe we would go for some ramen. I wasn't as big of a fan but I did like ramen. To me, curry was better but I made sure not to overdo it. I always made us separate cakes. Because I just really loved red velvet cake and he wanted something different.

Sometimes Onii-chan would be really protective. When I used to have bullies, he would try to defend me, and that's when I started to hide it from him. I eventually took care of it, but it had stayed with me for the longest time. I realized I was afraid to lose him. I couldn't. He was the only relative I had. He and I were in this world together. Seeing him want to become Hokage also made me realize that I didn't have a dream or a goal. I was just going along the movements. I didn't know what to do. Maybe I could help people. If they would let me.