Pink hair bounced as the female raced down the streets, her emptiness from no morning meal made the stomach roar in hurt, the bright mint orbs that shined like jewels in the morning light. She gritted her teeth, as this rate she would be late.

Ebony hair shifted in the wind, strict onyx orbs placed onto his pale features. The darkened shapes of the leaves bore down on him, the dew that collected on the greens that surrounded him gently tickles his legs. He sighed, the early bird gets the worm they said.

Yellow hair was knotted and tangled as a short boy moved around in bed, his figure shifting into uncomfortable positions. His breathing was steady until his baby blue eyes flicked open from the light pouring through the crappy blinds he had.

The yellow haired boy sat dazed at the light, blinking, trying to think over what this overwhelming feeling of dread was. The deep feeling that something was wrong, terribly wrong. His eyes that were as blue as the arctic sky. Throwing the beaten worn covers into the sky, the cold apartment that no heat came into. He instantly started digging through a pile of trash, holding his uniform proudly, completely forgetting anything else, he forced the bright orange jumpsuit that stuck out like a tyrannosaurus in a three foot haystack against the dusty apartment.

Zipping out his door, flowing through the halls as fast as he could, his foot caught against his other foot, time seemed to freeze as he fell quickly falling on his face. He pushed himself up and ran, screaming, alerting all the surrounders that he was there.

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Pure white hair like freshly fallen snow seeped across her shoulders as her wisteria orbs opened. Sitting up from the green couch she was stationed at. She swung her legs over the side of the couch, looking at the time. It was at least after dawn, almost noon. She pressed her feet onto the hard wood ground, and with the peeling sound, she walked toward a white painted door that was swung open.

A fully grown male with messy gravity defying hair slept, stacks of books on the nightstand next to the elevated platform where the man slept. Enmei paused, wondering how exactly she should wake him up. She frowned, all the thoughts that raced inside of her head were to sadistic and cruel, he'd never forgive her. Enmei settled on waking him up once she got fully dressed. She closed the door, in case he where to wake up.

Her delicate hands pulled a turtle neck beaten up sweatshirt with a slit at the end in the middle, and a cut out after her neck line. Strings were pulled out and many scratches lined the fabric, just showing how long she had this sweater for. She pulled off the nightshirt she had, and wiggled her way into the tight sweater. She then took anbu pants from out of her bag and began pulling them up on either both of her legs. Finally coming to the green vest that showed she was a qualified ninja. The beaten up green of the chunin vest proved once again the hardships, but the big gauge in the middle where the heart would be, going out the back. That was something else.

Grabbing a needle and a thread, she attempted stitching up the hole. Over thousands of years, it still seemed impossible to her. How could she weave the dozens of threads together easily, a chuckle broke the frustration and white noise that she had come accustom to. One onyx eye gazed down at her, the skin tight royal blue face mask that led down into his shirt. "Kakashi-chan?" Enmei's wisteria eyes bore into Kakashi's one onyx orb. She blinked confused. Kakashi gave a closed eye smile, taking the chunin vest from her hands. With his other hand, he took the needle and thread and started sowing perfectly. Enmei looked over his shoulder as he sat on the couch next to her.

Kakashi made the chunin vest almost perfect again. Enmei wrapped her arms around Kakashi's sides, squeezing him tight. "Thank you."

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Naruto yawned, it was only a few minutes to noon, he'd accidentally gotten an apple on the way out, but no one else had a bit of breakfast. Well maybe Sasuke was high on something, that may be the reason he was acting giddy, and strange. Maybe Naruto was the one high on something and thought that Sasuke was high on something. Naruto had been poking around at those weeds earlier. Sakura was hugging trees again, while crying about something like 'Sasuke will never love me' but her eyes were completely closed. The three genins were waiting for their sensei to arrive.

Like clockwork, once Sasuke finally had enough and started fucking up his fists by punching trees. A flash of smoke caused them all to stop and stare. I mean Sakura was still asleep but the other two had their eyes locked on to the forms of a female and a male in the middle of the smoke. "Aniki!" Naruto spoke as the womanly figure was revealed in all of her glory. The long white hair tied back, the small strand of hair that stuck up where her hair was parted, the bangs and everything.

"Good morning Naruto!" Her eyes closed and her mouth turned into a wide smile as she tilted her head slightly. Kakashi deadpanned next to her, his one eye scanning around the place. "Are we late?" Kakashi spoke, making everyone's attention snap to him. "What time did you tell them to meet up." Kakashi sweated at Enmei's question. "Uhhhh..." He spoke, not knowing what to say. "6..." He trailed off looking away from Enmei's fuming form. "Its eleven fourty five. Tell me, are. WE. LATE." Enmei spoke, her teeth clenched and balled her fists. "We... are..." Kakashi spoke, covering the back of his head, ready for the imminent punch to come his way.

But instead, all he heard was Sasuke's curious tone, "Wait, dobe, how do you know Enmei-sempai?" His onyx eyes shifted to Naruto. "Oh! She's the one who pays for my apartment 'ttebayo!"

Prologue -- End

Story -- Start

A/n:

I am so excited for this to begin. Aniki is like a informal way of saying Bro or Sis, its commonly used in gangs. And uhhh, yeah this whole part was like the proulouge (Editor note: I changed it here ;D) , I think I made Enmei Dope af-- uhh thats cringy making me say it, but, She's a fuckin BADASSS--

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