[ON HIATUS] Player #003 | Naruto

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You chose: <Kumogakure>

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

If you choose to be born into a <Shinobi Clan>, please proceed to >21<.

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 brightly at you. She has chocolate brown hair, green eyes, and dark skin the color of coffee.

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 having a good life, 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.

"Me too. Let's go get something to eat," you kaa-san replies.

Neither of your parents can cook. You don't know why, but whenever you ask them to make something for you, they take you to a big street with lots and lots of nice shops.

"Can we go to Kumo no Kaimono?" They sell the best spicy foods there, something that you really like. Thanks to all the clouds, it can be really humid sometimes, and you like the taste of spicy food since it helps brighten things up.

"Of course, musume." Your tou-san scoops you up and spins you around. He also has dark skin, but it's a bit lighter than you kaa-chan's. Your kaa-chan always calls him "chocolate-chan," which seems to make him flustered. You wrinkle your nose every time you hear that. You don't like sweets.

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<Congratulations! Because of red hot habaneros, you are now six years old.>

"Kaa-chan! Can I help?"

Your kaa-chan laughs. You like her laugh - it's kinda sharp, with a few sparks. Just like spicy food! She agrees and hoists you up next to her, setting you down on top of the really tall footstool you call Chibi.

You help by giving her nails as she hammers them quite violently into the back of the drawer. You don't understand why your kaa-san isn't an ANBU - she certainly seems awesome enough!

Your tou-san is off getting tonight's dinner.

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<Congrats! Because of. . . uh. . . stuff, you are now eight years old.>

You're walking down a street with your kaa-san when you reach an area where the usual noise of life dims, despite the fact that there's still the same amount of people on the street as there usually is. You soon see the reason - a boy with white hair and sunglasses, rapping his way down the street - while having eggs thrown at him.

You gasp. How horrible!

You go to help, but your kaa-san's hand tightens on yours. "Don't go near that boy, Chikyu-chan," she tells you. "He's dangerous."

You look at him again. He doesn't look dangerous at all - in fact, he looks like he's only ten, and he has a constant, bright smile despite the fact that there are frickin' eggs being thrown at him.

"Why is he dangerous?"

Her lips press together. "He is a nuisance, a monster, and a very bad influence on you. He's killed people before."

You stiffen, eyes widening before looking back to the boy. He's stopped rapping, and he's staring at your mother now. You know he's heard the conversation, but he smiles at her. You stare as he turns to you, offering you a smile as well.

This boy. . . he. . . can't be a monster. Besides, you note, he has two swords on his back. He must be a ninja. Ninjas kill, don't they? Him killing doesn't make him a monster, if he's got a good reason for doing it. Right?

You hesitantly smile back, though only he can see it. His grin widens before your kaa-san tugs you away.

All the way home, you can't stop thinking about the rapping boy.

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<Thanks to natural living, you are now twelve.>

You've seen the boy several times in the past four years, but you've never talked to him. He still smiles at you, and you still smile at him. But you never actually approach him and talk.

It's a nice Saturday morning. You're walking down the street, a bag of apples in one hand, and a basket filled with spicy instant ramen cups in the other, on the way home from the grocery store. Despite your parents not being able to cook, you still enjoy eating things that do not exactly require cooking skills - like fruit or instant ramen.

Not that your parents can make instant ramen either. You dad somehow managed to set the table on fire by pouring hot water into the cup! You don't want to know how he did it - You've simply accepted the fact that, when it comes to cooking, your parents can defy logic and make an even bigger disaster than what should be humanly possible.

You blink, pausing when you realize that you forgot to get some bottled water. Bottled water is very good, since your tou-san sometimes doesn't have time to fill his water bottle before rushing off to work - he's a hospital worker, you think. You're not really sure.

You stop and glance around you, noting the alleyway to the left. That should be a shortcut to the general convenience store. It's open twenty-four hours a day for the shinobi, but civilians can use it too. It sells bottled water in packages - or individual bottles.

You enter the alleyway, humming a small tune. You round the corner only to bump into somebody. You let out a startled shout, dropping the bag and basket. The bag of apples hits the ground with a thunk, the apples still safely inside, but the ramen flies out of the basket-

-and is expertly caught by the person you bumped into.

"G-Gomen! I'm sorry I bumped into you, I wasn't watching where I was going-"

The stranger turns around, revealing the familiar grin and black sunglasses, only now he's got a headband signifying that he's a official shinobi. He drops the ramen into the basket and picks it up, handing it to you.

"A-Arigato," you mutter, shocked and a bit flustered. You pick up your bag of apples.

"Hey lil' girl, the name's Bee-"

<Error: Due to inability to process words, the character <Bee> will not be written in rap.>

"Hey, my name's Bee. What's yours?"

"Ch-Chikyu. . ."

"Where're you goin'?"

"The convenience store. I-I'm gonna go get some bottled water. . ."

"Bottled water sure is heavy, and I don't think you can carry all that stuff. Want me to help?"

If you wish to <Accept Bee's Help>, go to >21<.

If you wish to <Decline Bee's Help>, go to >22<.