"I died to a truck named 'Truck-kun' and maybe an insane barista? What the actual fuck."
Amara Paice was an average, anime-loving child. Or as average as a child can be when most of her town avoids her because of a birthmark on her shoulder that she...
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Luna and Sasuke's Apartment was quiet. It was almost too quiet. Nothing could be heard besides the small click of a clock and the soft footsteps of the snow-haired ninja. She trudged out of her room, her feet dragging on the floor as her shirt drooped on her body. Luna yawned, one hand covering her mouth while the other dug into her messy curls. She winced at a specific harsh tug of her hair before making her way to the other side of the hallway. She paused beside Sasuke's door, listening for any movement before knocking. She waited a few seconds for an answer but it was quiet. With furrowed eyebrows, she pushed open the door, silently wishing for her kunai. The room was neat but empty with no sign of the Uchiha. Her eyes trailed around the room, now fully awake.
"Sasuke!" Luna called out, stepping away from the door hesitantly before speed-walking down the stairs.
She called out for the boy again once her feet hit the first floor. Luna searched the Dining room, Living room, and Backyard before finally slowing her search in the kitchen. A bright yellow note easily caught her eye and she scoffed storming up to the fridge where it was stuck. She snatched it off, her eyes scanning the note as they grew in size at each word she read.
"That fucking Uchiha!" Luna cursed loudly, crumbling the note in her fist as she turned to run up the stairs. She stumbled around the house, throwing on her ninja wear all while cursing out the dark-haired boy who had left her there to sleep in for revenge. She hastily styles her curls, doing her best to look at least decent for when she runs down the streets of Konoha.
She sent one more glare to the crumbled neon paper before storming out of the apartment, slipping Brisa over her shoulders.
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Luna was even more irritated as she trudged the streets of Konoha. Leave it to the girl who knew the future to forget one of her senseis iconic habits.
She readjusted Brisa more comfortably on her back, eyes darting across the street to find something to pass the time. Her eyes stopped on a familiar shop that had her irritation fading within seconds. Before she knew what she was doing, she was already standing in the small cafe taking in the sugary smell that wafted in the air. Ms. Terry, the young woman who owned the store, gasped as she looked over at the sound of the cafe's bell. She shifted between tables and chairs to approach the Brisa, drying her hands on a towel over her shoulder.
"Luna!" She greeted and her smile contagious as she scanned the girl's ninja attire. "It's been so long since I've seen you! Look at you! Already ready to start your journey!"
