Fan fiction about an added character in naruto world, Mayumi. The story about a girl who woke up in the forest and doesn't remember her past. Story about friendship and love, full of adventures and mystery.
With the original drawings from the author...
What started as two strangers traveling together turned into something more. We found an abandoned house deep in a forest and claimed it as our home. No matter how many villages we traveled to for work, we always returned there. It was ours—our safe place.
Hikaru trained me relentlessly, teaching me how to fight, defend myself, and control my powers. Apparently, I have the ability to move objects with my mind. I use my hands to direct the force, and when I do, they glow blue. It's still hard to control sometimes, but I'm getting better. I also discovered that my body heals itself at random—cuts, bruises, even a fractured wrist once. That one was a surprise. Turns out, I'm both clumsy and durable.
I go by Mayumi now. Hikaru started calling me that when he was teaching me archery. The name just stuck.
The nightmares haven't gone away, but Hikaru is always there to wake me up, to remind me that I'm safe. I still don't know who I was before I woke up in that forest, but I have this gut feeling that my powers have something to do with it. Maybe they're the reason I lost my memories.
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Hikaru and I became inseparable. He even calls me his sister—mostly to stop girls from assuming we're together. Not that I mind. He's like an older brother to me anyway, overprotective and stubborn as hell. Somehow, people actually believe we're related, despite looking nothing alike. He has purplish hair and striking orange eyes, while I'm just... plain. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Boring. The only thing that stands out about me is the marking on my face.
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When Hikaru turned 21, I almost a year convincing him to buy alcohol, and when he finally caved, it turned out he couldn't handle his liquor. After four shots of sake, he was completely wasted, and I had to drag his ass back to our hotel. Meanwhile, I was perfectly fine. He worried I'd embarrass him by getting drunk—turns out, I was the one babysitting him. Still, it was fun seeing him let loose. When he's not being all calm and serious, he's actually a huge dork.
Most of the time, though, we drive each other crazy. I annoy him with my childish antics, and he makes me want to punch him with his overprotectiveness. The second he thinks a guy is interested in me, he insists we leave the village. Not that I ever had strong feelings for anyone who hit on me, but that's beside the point.
Despite the arguments, despite the chaos—we're family.
