My real life (An Itachi's sister fanfic)

First recruit

Me: Ugh. So, hey guys. I need to tell you about my current position. My parents took away electronics for me... Until my grades get better. This may take a while. Also, I discovered the second album of f(x): Pink Tape. Search it in Youtube, it has all their good songs. ... *goes back to being sad*

Danae: ... Well, she doesn't own Naruto.

Me: Yup. So let's keep this short. On to the story.

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Some plan she came up with. We would go our own ways, in the alleys of the villages. It wasn't too fun. "Hey. You." A sharp woman's voice commanded. I whirled around, ready to use my powers... Even untrained. "Great..." She sighed. "another fighter." Her eyes turned a deeper shade of brown. "Drop your stuff." She said. "I don't have anything on me." She narrowed her eyes. "You're lying." I can tell she's trying to pressure me into collapsing. But I don't. Instead, I return her angry look. "I said, I don't have anything on me." I say with a sharp hint of a threat. "Layna!" Danae hops in front of me, coming from the roofs I suppose. The girl raises her head slightly. "Danae." She says. Was her tone softer? "I heard you'd died." She leveled her gaze at Danae's hand, blocking any battle that could have happened. "Well, Eale..." (A/N: Eale, pronounced EE-ALE) Danae cleared her throat and brushed her hands down her shirt. "I'm not sure anymore." Eale nodded. "And this one... She's with you, I assume." Danae looked at me and nodded. "In fact..." Then she launched into to entire story of why we were here anyway. Eale frowned when Danae asked her to come. "Maybe. I don't know." Eale glared at some shadows in the roof of a red house. "Come out, you filthy scum." She hissed. I panicked. Could it be an Akatsuki member? But no, it was just a crow with a bundle of weeds in it's mouth. It flapped it's wings and flew off. She tensed. "That was Itachi Uchiha's crow." She mummered. "Ok, I'll go with you, but only for protection purposes." Then she weaved some signs and reached into the earth and retrived some items. "Earth storage." She said simply and then started walking.

"We'll have to bring my little brother, Frane." Eale said. She led up to a back ally and waved us forward. "Here. Frane, c'mon out!" Eale called. A boy came out, no older than nine years of age. He had a mischiveous twinkle in his brown eyes and little tinkers in his pocket. He had the same shade of black hair as her and the same voice, just a bit higher. "What?" He said. "Frane, we're leaving." She said to him. His eyes widened. "Really?!" He said, jumping up and down excitedly. "Really, now stop jumping. Get your stuff." He nodded eagerly and started weaving signs. At once bags sprouted up from his fingertips. "Let's go!" He said, pumping his fist in the air.

Frane turned out to be really helpful. He had strange, yet brillant, inventions. One could start a fire in rain, another could send a tree flying into the unknown, and so on. But my favorite was the one that he called the Box. It was a yellow box, and it was small. I loved it because it could send out a strong wave of energy that would knock out everyone and everything in front of it. Danae's was one that could turn a rock into a goopy pile of slime. Eale looked proudly at her little brother, beaming at him every time he solved a problem we came across. I have to say, I like him. After all, who doesn't like a kid who can knock people out with the tap of a box?