(This story is going through some changes so bare with me Okay! I'm hoping to edit it soon from the previous chapter but there will be new chapters along the way!!!)
The story is about (Y/n), a girl with no known past or name.
She is spoken by rumo...
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"It's her again."
"Such a shame.."
"I heard her parents left her out by the gates.."
"Weird girl."
"She's a tomato!"
Small murmurs mixed with low, harsh whispers floated around, wriggling to the ears of a girl walking by them. She didn't seem bothered by the name calling, the long stares of distrust or pity, and the constant shame down on her part.
Many believed that she was blind at first glance, and sometimes mistaken to be apart of one of the main clans when in truth, she isn't. The girl had the most uncommon eye color amongst everyone in the village, and the most unlikely hair color too.
Her eyes were dull, eyelids half lid to show her bored stare with no life in them. It was a good assumption to everyone to think she was blind.
The color was a deep indigo, and at rare times, it look like it is a bluish purple. Behind those strange yet memorizing irises, so many emotions swirled around in their prison so no one could find them.
Oh, how her hair makes all the girls her age rage and dream to have. Some say she had a sea of red water as for hair. Long, vibrant red locks indeed with bangs that framed her soft cheek bones, and compliments her eyes as well as bringing her skin a glow.
The girl kept her slow pace as she made her way through the watch eyes of the men and women. At her side, was a satchel which contained a few books and scrolls. She could be seen with the leather bag at most time of the day.
She was quite strange compared to the other girls to everyone's opinion, but they never questioned it. The girl continued on her way, casually not caring about the annoying attention she was getting. Her satchel bounced off her thigh with every step she took.
(Y/n) is her name. Training is her game, but no proof of a surname.
Just (Y/n).
No one knew where she came from and neither did she.
She was the quiet outsider who befriended the monster of the village. Well known as the knucklehead of the ninja academy.
The only person who treated her with gentle smiles and kind eyes was the Hokage himself. He treated her as daughter more than anything else, practically raised her under his watchful eye. He was always there to listen and to guide her down a path full of wisdom and tranquility.
As a young shinobi, she wasn't like the other girls in her class. The ones that don't listen to the lessons you front enough, only wanting to pay attention to the class hottie.
