Chapter 1: The Truth

Hey guy's this is my first story, and I want to say thanks to TheTeacher for giving me the inspiration I needed to start this story. Hope you like it.

Here it is:

I woke up on a cold metallic table with someone beside me. My guess was she hadn't noticed that I'd already woken up.

"Who are you?" I asked my voice a bit higher than normal.

"Oh," she said startled, "I didn't expect you to be awake so soon."

"What are you talking about? I was just sleeping. You know, like with my eyes closed."

"Sweetie," she said obviously becoming angrier. "you've been "asleep" for a week."

"What are you talking about?" shouting now I demanded. "And while your at it why don't you tell me, a four year old girl where the hell I am!"

"Calm down-"

"Calm down! Calm down. Your telling a four year old girl in some white barren chamber to CALM DOWN! And while your at it, why don't you tell who the guy is that tried to sneak up on me?"

I watched as confusion and fear spread across her face. Although I was still very mad, I tried to stifle my laugh.

"Yeah, that's right, I heard him come up behind me. So you two have some explaining to do. Oh and big, dumb, and ugly if you try something your friend is going to get it."

I didn't turn around because I had a feeling I didn't want to. It was just something about his presence that I knew from somewhere. I felt a slight throbbing in the back of my head. At first I thought it was nothing, but it grew bigger by the second. I grabbed my head and rolled into a ball, trying to keep my head from exploding. Then I felt a fist colliding with my head. I opened my eyes to see the floor come up to meet me. Then everything went black.

The next time I woke up I was laying on my stomach with the left side of my face touching the metal table. I tried to pick myself up, but I couldn't move what was touching the table. With my left arm wedged under me, I started moving like I was having a spasm. I thought I could hear laughter in the room. One good thing was that I could move around on the table but I just couldn't get off of it. I saw about 75 people in the room watching me, pointing, laughing, and throwing names at me.

Suddenly it hit me like lightning. The bracelet I made explodes, although staying completely in tact, when it's not touching skin. I could feel the pressure of the small band against my skin, so I used my teeth and left hand to wrench it off of my right. After a few minuets of pulling I got it off and watched as the band let of a small almost silent explosion. I moved my hands over the hole and used a wind jutsu to cut the table into pieces. I grabbed my bracelet and stood-up.

I glared at everyone while saying, "WHO…HIT…ME…ON…THE…HEAD?" a growl was entering my voice as I paused between each word.

"I did." The voice entered and rang throughout the room.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I thought I knew that voice.

"Why don't you step forward so I can see who you are."

A man walked through the crowd to get into view. Someone with blond spiky hair and blue eyes that use to look endlessly at the stars walked forward. A gasp leaped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"W- w- w-what a- a-re y- y- y- you d- doing hear f- father?"

"Well honey to be honest I wanted to see how you got your strength and self healing powers from. So we were doing tests on you to find out.

I couldn't take it any more I tried to get myself out of there by disappearing on the other side, but I hit a wall. Literally I hit a wall. I fell five feet from being 20 yards up then used a fire and water technique together and busted open the wall in a circular hole. I grabbed onto an edge and pulled myself up. I landed on the other side of the wall and fell on my butt. I was tired and almost unconscious.

I wanted to fly through the sky before I was killed. I could almost feel the cool air on my face, the wind cuddling and moving my hair, everyone looking up at me like I was some kind of angel, sent to bring peace to the world. Little did I know, that while I was still conscious, and stayed conscious, I got my wish.


Gaara was watching the stars and saw something falling down. As it made contact a huge pile of dust flew into the air. Alarmed he ran through the city using shunshin jutsu to get to the place in the desert where it landed.

When he got to the edge of the sand hole where it landed, he could see a girl no more than four laying in the sand bed. Her blond wavy hair went in circles away from her face, and her brown tee and shorts almost matched the sand. If you were just letting your eyes pass over the sand then you probably wouldn't notice her.

He sent some of his sand down receiving a slight groan from her as it touched her head. As he brought her back with him to the village, he talked to her to see if he would get a response. He didn't get one, but as if she was trying to talk, apart of her would move.

When he got there he laid her on the bed and turned off the light as he left.

I woke up on a bed with nice sheets covering me. A yawn escaped and, as if on queue a tall man with red hair walked in. He looked handsome and was carrying something on his back.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at him just feeling curious.

"My name is Gaara, What's your name, sweetie?" Gaara asked.

"My name is Nitrea. Where am I?"

"You are in the village hidden in the sand."

"I am? Wait… How did I get here? The last thing I remember was I just escaped this room in Kohona, and I was exhausted. I was thinking because of what happened before that, I wanted to fly before they could kill me. At that point I was only half conscious and my eyes were closed…" my voice drifted of at the end because the answer I came up with surprised me. "Wait, was I really flying?"

Gaara nodded. Then a new question arose from him. "Nitrea, where do you live, how old are you, and what's that mark on your stomach mean?"

"I live in Kohona, I'm four years old, and," I paused to try and come up with the answer to the last question. "I don't know what the mark means."

"Who's your father?"

My dad's name is," I took a deep breath trying to sum up some courage. "My dad's name is Naruto Namikaze, the fifth hokage. He's also the one who punched me in the back of my head, and he would probably gladly do it again."

"So your Naruto's daughter. I've only seen you once before, when you were born. You know I was just about to visit your dad, so now you can come with me."

My jaw dropped, "DID YOU JUST FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID! I mean come on. I'm not going back to that person. Oh I'm sorry, I MEANT that THING."

I knew he was getting mad but with the calmest voice he could muster he said, "Why don't you stay here until your dad finds you or your ready to go back, but for right now why don't we go eat."

"I don't want to eat I'm to mad."

"What if what we have to eat is roman?"

"Well why didn't you say that in the first place? By the way, what time is it?"

"It's 8:00."

"Cool then that means I don't have to make up an excuse to why I'm eating."

I smiled and walked out of the room.

"Wait how do I get there?"

Gaara chuckled.

"I'm serious I've never been here before. How do I get there? Come on, I'm hungry." I whined

Gaara, still laughing, said, "Follow me.

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