WARNING: if you do not like ninjas, blood, killing, human experimentation, romance or cussing i suggest you dont read my story.

edit: i just noticed that the formating i had it in was lost, so it doesnt flow the same. sorry!

for those of you who dont know, Kimyoo is my main OC. This takes place in the naruto world, and since they never state what year it is in the manga or anime im useing our dates. i only post a few pages at a time since im still working on the story. this is the first three pages.


October 21, 1990, a girl was born to the family living near the heart of Amegakure, The Land of Rain. Her parents’ names are lost to time, as is her grandfathers. But this isn’t their story. This is the story of the baby, swaddled in cloth and warmth, her life just beginning, told from her eyes.

December 5, 1999
“Kimyoo! Come in from the rain! You’ll catch cold!” Momma yelled from the small house by the windmill, her voice muffled by the sound of the rain. It’s strange I can remember things like this, when I can’t even remember her name.
“Aw Momma!” I shouted back, stamping my feet in the mud, “you know I don’t catch cold!”
“There’s always a first time, so get in here! You don’t want to miss Grandpas story do you?” Daddy said from behind Momma.
“No way!” I shouted, running to the house. I loved Papas stories he told us, about the brave ninjas and the great countries that surrounded the Rain. I always sat by Momma, and Saru sat on Mommas or Papa lap, playing with that silly little monkey toy of his. I always wanted to be like the ninjas Papa told us about, protecting the ones they loved and dying for their homes. I especially liked the ones he told us about the Uchiha, the bravest and strongest of them all, and their leader Uchiha Madara. “I,” Papa told us that night “am a Uchiha. As are your mother and father, and as are you.”
“Wow!” I said, staring at my reflection in the window, my bright green eyes reflecting in the droplets that covered the windows. “Uchiha Saru…” I said pointing at Saru “Uchiha Kimyoo…” I said pointing at my reflection. ”...Papa?” I said looking at my eyes, “why don’t I have the special eyes? The Sharen-Sharei-“
“The Sharingan.” Daddy told me, laughing as I stumbled over the word. “Something very special has to happen for that. Not everyone gets it, so don’t worry.”“But special stuff has happened to me!” I said pouting, “It’s not fair.”
“EEE!” Saru squealed, throwing his monkey at my head. I caught it and handed it back to him. He was
three, but he still loved to squeal like a baby. It was cute. If only things could’ve stayed like that forever…

May 1, 2000
“MOM! DAD!! PAPA!!” I screamed, trying yet again to run back to them, to the windmill. A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and held me back. It was Hiroto, Dads best friend.
“They’re gone child. “ Hiroto said, “You can’t go back.”
“NO!” I had screamed, looking up at him with hate in my eyes, the rain mixing with my tears and rinsing them off. I wrenched out of his grasp and ran, I ran as fast as I could. He handed Saru to another person and ran after me. Almost there…
“MOM!” I yelled, running into the windmill. It smelled bad and there was something bad on the walls…sticky.
“Papa? Dad? Mom?” I said quietly, walking in. I was scared.
“KIMYOO!” Hiroto yelled, he had caught up with me and he had brought a torch. The inside of the windmill was thrown into light. The walls where glistening with blood, and there where puddles of it on the ground. Grandpa was pinned to the wall, a spear through his neck. Mom was crumpled in the corner, her blank eyes staring at my feet, blood leaking from her mouth. Dad had been burned horribly, his hair burned away and his arm ripped off, the skin and flesh hanging off in ribbons.
“D-Daddy? M-M-MOMMA! PAPA!!!” I screamed, backing away. I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. My eyes burned and I tripped, still screaming. Scrambling up, I ran past Hiroto. “NO!” I screamed and ran. I didn’t know where I was going; I just knew I had to get away from everyone. I remember dropping my doll.

June 29, 2003

I jumped down from the tree I had been in and looked around. From what I could tell I was near a large hideout I had heard about. Best to avoid that. Jumping back into the tree I headed in the direction of a small clearing I had seen earlier, hoping to find a river or pond. It was hot out, and I was thirsty. Once I got there I looked around and managed to find a stream, and I bent down to drink. It was icy cold and I rubbed some on my face to wash the sweat off. I heard a rustle in front of me and I startled. It was too loud to be anything friendly. Turning around and climbing into a shady tree, I crouched on a branch and peered into the forest around me. “Over there! Find her!” someone yelled from my left and I looked around cautiously, remembering the clothes and food I had taken from a small village near here last night. Had someone seen me? I heard a second rustle from in front of me again and I took off. I was used to people coming after me, hunters mostly. Apparently I have some sort of bounty on my head. I was sure I could outrun anyone who might see me. And if not I can just pull out Papas sword.

It had been the only time I had gone home. No one was there, in our old house, and the windmill was empty. In front of them were four graves. I remembered my little brother Saru, and went cold. When I went up to look at them I was surprised and relived to find that it wasn’t Sarus grave, but mine. They thought I was dead. In front of each grave was something of ours and a picture. Mommas quilt. Daddys book. Papas sword.
My doll.
I had taken Papas sword. He always told me it was to be mine when he died. Just when I was getting up to leave, I had heard a rustle and turned. There was a man there, holding a lamp.
“Hiroto?” I had said quietly.
“My god…you’re….you aren’t dead…you-“ Hiroto had stammered. I had stayed too long. I picked up Papas sword silently and fled.

There where more yells now so I ran faster. I had found a cave yesterday, it was too small to be comfortable, but it was perfect for hiding in. There was a large empty stretch before you could get to it, and the other side faced a rock wall. Pausing at the edge of the tree line I scanned the area for people. I was surprised to see a girl, about my age, crouching by the cover of some bushes and rocks. She looked scared. And that's a good example of why I have a bounty. I help refugees and lost people, and they give me something. Most people just teach me something, or give me a meal. And if they don’t give me anything, I just take something myself before I go.
“Hey.” I said, dropping down behind her, “going somewhere?”
“YES I AM!” she yelled, spinning around and clobbering me over the head with a large rock. Ow.
“Gah!” I said, staggering, “what the hell was that for?! Don’t you want me to get you back home or where ever? Geez! You sure have one hell of an arm!” That’s when I noticed her arms. And her face. And her wings. “What the?” I said rubbing my eyes. “You must have hit me really hard. Now I’m seeing things!”
She regarded me coolly, her eyes scanning my face. “I hit you in the temple, didn’t I?” she said.
“Yea. Hurt like hell.”
“And I hit you hard right?”
“Why’d you do that anyways?!?”
“You’re not wearing the hunter uniform. You're not one of them are you?”
“Me? A hunter? NO ******** WAY!”
She cocked one eyebrow up at my language.
“Sorry.” I said, “Now. Let’s get you home shall we?”
“NO!” she yelled, running at me with a blue crackling sphere in her hand. I ducked and swung my leg under her, tripping her. If she wanted to fight, so be it. She righted herself before she fell and glared at me. I crouched down, sitting on my heels, hand on my sword hilt. We stared at each other, her light indigo eyes boring into my bright green ones. I shifted and she attacked again. Jumping into the tree behind me, I pulled out my sword and stood on a thick branch, my bare feet gripping the bark. I held the sword in front of me, past my center line, like an old man I helped taught me. Backing up, she stayed well out of range for me to throw anything. So I jumped, kicking off and landing behind her, and spun around to face her. She turned around and I turned with her, staying behind her. “STAY STILL!” she yelled, spinning around with another orb in her hand. Where does she keep getting those from? Jumping, I avoided the thing. She swung down and hit my leg, almost ripping it off. She had been planning to hit my leg after I jumped! I winced and landed on the ground in a lump, my leg bleeding.
“You're mean, you know that right?” I said as I felt my leg stitch itself together. I stood up and brushed off my leg, glaring at her.
“What the..?” she said staring at my shredded pant leg and the new smooth scar under it.
“Yea yea yea.” I said putting my sword back in its holder. That won’t help me much with her. Reaching into the pockets on the back of my gloves I pulled out a few long, thin needles. I was really good at throwing them, but I only had a few so I didn’t use them very often. As soon as the girl saw them she attacked. She apparently knew what they were. This time she had two of those blue things. From the feel of it when she hit my leg they where made out of electricity. Not good. As she ran past me I turned to the side and ran behind her. She spun around, her long black hair flying out behind her, and ran at me. I wasn’t about to expose my back to her so I ran backwards, heading for the tree line. Jumping onto a low branch I swung off it and landed in a higher branch. I was out of breath, as was she. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and stared at me. I wiped my forehead and grinned at her. “You won’t be able to get me with those giant wings. Too cumber some.”
“Shut up.” She grumbled glaring at me again. Her Skin got lighter, the flame-like pattern was receding, her wings shrinking. I tilted my head to the side. “Hm.” I said. “I really don’t want to keep fighting. What’s your name?” I sat on my heels and stared at her.
“LIKE ID TELL YOU!” she yelled charging at the base of the tree I sat in. I didn’t expect that, but I wasn’t worried. I was shocked when the tree started to fall, with me pinned to it by the force of her blow. My eyes widened and I fell, watching her smirk at me as the ground rushed up to meet me.
“Uunnngg-“ I coughed. I was trapped under the tree. It wasn’t the biggest tree but the real problem was that there where branches stabbing through my stomach, right leg and upper left shoulder. The pain was horrible. I heard yelling as people headed toward us. That doesn’t surprise me, with the noise we’ve been making. The girl was staring at me, eyes wide.
“You aren’t dead yet?” she said, sounding scared. I’m not sure if it was because I was alive still or the approaching people.
“Pfftt.” I said grinning weakly, “not yet.” I coughed, spitting up blood. “Heh. But I might be soon.” I winced. Talking hurt. I could feel my body trying to heal itself, but all that was doing was wearing me out. I closed my eyes, thinking. I heard the girl stand up as several people entered the clearing. One, a guy with a deep voice, nudged my arm with his boot.
“You finally killed someone, did ya?” he chuckled. He nudged my head with his boot, turning my head to face him. “A kid too! Man if you weren’t in trouble for running away Orochimaru would be proud.”
“I’m not dead.” I grumbled, opening my eyes and glaring up at him.
“Holy-!” I heard someone behind me exclaim. “She’s not dead?”
“She will be soon if we don’t take her back! Please!” The girl said. All I could do was lay there and stare at the people staring at me. I whacked one pretty hard when she came up and grabbed my bag from my right side. I laughed when she yelped, clearly not expecting me to fight back. The first guy turned back to me.
“Let’s leave her. Not like she’ll survive long anyways.”
“No!” the first girl said.
“Hey.” He said, looking at the girl with my bag who, at the moment, was kicking dirt in my face. “What’s she got?” he asked, holding out his hand for my bag.
“Just this,” she said, handing it to him, “and a sword.”
“Take the sword.” He said, rooting through my bag. I narrowed my eyes at him as he pulled out item after item, and at the man who stepped forward to take my sword. I coughed again, wishing I could reach my needles. Everything started to get blurry. I heard the man say something... the girl yelling at him…him saying something back….her getting angry……then black.