[ON HIATUS] Player #003 | Naruto

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You chose: <Sunagakure>

<Please choose in which family you would like to be born.>

If you choose to be born into a <Shinobi Clan>, please proceed to >14<.

If you choose to be born into a <Civilian Family>, please continue below.

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You chose: <Civilian Family>

"B-Buh!" You wave your small hands at a woman, who smiles kindly at you. She has sandy blonde hair and stormy gray eyes.

A man enters. He squeezes your cheeks and cooes at you something you don't really understand, but you giggle anyways. You don't know why, but you feel like you're related to him somehow.

The woman scoops you up from the nice, comfy box you're in and begins to cradle you. Soon, you fall asleep.

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<Congrats! Thanks to very nutritious meals, you are now three years old.>

"K-Kaa-chan! Tou-san! Hungry!" The two adults, who you now know as your parents, turn and smile at you.

"Don't worry, lunch'll be ready soon." Your kaa-chan shifts the pan she's holding slightly, a look of slight concentration on her face. You absently wonder what seafood tastes like. Here where you live, there's a lot of sand. So you only eat plants and sometimes meat, though meat is slightly rare to find.

Your tou-san helps you into the chair. You blink up at him.

"Tou-san, what fish taste like?"

Your tou-san shifts, looking very uncomfortable. "I. . . I've never eaten fish before. I've had shrimp before, though."

You blink. "What swimp?"

"Shrimp."

"Sh-Sh-Shwimp." Your tou-san lets out a resigned sigh.

Your kaa-chan laughs and ruffles your hair, one hand still on the pan handle. "It's a decapod crustacean that lives in the ocean," she explains.

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<Congratulations! Because of lots of mashed potatoes, you are now six years old.>

"Kaa-chan! Can I help?"

Your kaa-chan laughs. You like her laugh - it's warm and full of air, kinda like the wind in Suna during winter. She agrees and puts down her knitting needles for a moment to scoop you onto her lap. Your weight causes her to sink farther into the sofa, and she shifts so that her legs are slightly more comfortable. You watch, wide-eyed, as she turns a big wad of fluffy red string into a very pretty scarf.

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<You are now eight years old, thanks to your calendar.>

"Kaa-chan, who's the boy with the red hair?"

Your kaa-chan's grip on your hand instantly tightens. She stops walking and crouches down in front of you, taking you by the shoulders.

"Hana, you cannot go near him, you hear me? He is dangerous."
"B-But he's sad. . ."

"Hana, no. You cannot be friends with him. Promise me. Promise me you won't go near him."

"I-I promise."

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<Thanks to lots of love, you are now ten years old.>

You're walking down the street at night, staring at the ground, kicking pebbles with your feet. A coat is wrapped around you, because, you're in the middle of a desert and it's cold at night. Like, really cold. Really really cold.

You hear a noise, and look up. Your eyes widen when you see a red-haired boy that's much younger than you - maybe seven? - standing at a doorway. He's holding a paper bag, presenting it to the slightly-open door.

The door shuts in his face. You frown.

He slowly lowers the bag and turns, a look of absolute pain on his face. Your heart twists; no one his age should look like that.

If you wish to <Approach Gaara>, please go to >15<.

If you wish to turn around and <Go Home>, please go to >16<.