Reaching the cemetery, I searched for her gravestone. Amaya. It meant night rain. Just like tonight. That was what it should have. No last name, or at least no one knew. Her backstory itself was unknown. She did not know about it herself. When years ago, yondaime sama found her during the great ninja war; unconscious and profusely bleeding to death. Once recovered, she joined the academy, and in few years, a jonin. Sandaime same admired her skills. She was natural. The first time I met her, I was in anbu. I remember one fine day Kakashi bringing a girl who looked like as same as my age in the locker room. Silver hair which matched the older Anbu member and petite with timid look. I stopped my work, turning over my shoulder to see who she was. I did not remember seeing her in the village at all. Or maybe I was too busy and dedicated to the missions and keeping enemies away from laying their fingers on the village. “This is Amaya. She will be joining us”, he announced, encouraging the girl by tapping her shoulder. She blushed so red that it raised up to her ears. “I will try my best”.

These are collection of short stories and one shots that came into my mind while my regular daydreams. Most of it being my little fantasies with the imaginary characters. Thank you for stopping by and hope you enjoy reading them :)