Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sand In A Cage ❯ Chapter I - A New Home Far Away ( Chapter 2 )
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By: The Caged Bird 
Ok just to forewarn people...everyone's..and i MEAN everyone's personalities will interchange between their Anime personalities and their OC personalities.
Ex. Gaara will often switch between his normal stoic, psychotic, and expressionless persona to his more friendly, loving, and very open OC appearance.
Also...this chapter is pretty droning. I do hope it grasps your attention though and interests you enough to where you'll read more...^_^
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 489 | Status: Completed
Ok just to forewarn people...everyone's..and i MEAN everyone's personalities will interchange between their Anime personalities and their OC personalities.
Ex. Gaara will often switch between his normal stoic, psychotic, and expressionless persona to his more friendly, loving, and very open OC appearance.
Also...this chapter is pretty droning. I do hope it grasps your attention though and interests you enough to where you'll read more...^_^
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 489 | Status: Completed
Chapter I: A New Home Far Away
It was another typical day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the changes in scenery as they drove down the freeway. The eldest of three was currently chatting with the case worker who was escorting her and her two younger brothers to a foster home in Los Angeles California. They had come from a violent home in Hiroshima Japan and were currently being taken care of by a kind American family. They knew standard English, so communicating wouldn’t be a problem. The only problem was that they were being moved from Japan.
The girl of the three was about fifteen years of age, with four pineapple-like ponytails and black eyes, standing about five feet three inches in height. A little arrogant and over-confident, she always seemed to have the lead on things, despite her little brother’s protest.
“I do apologize for bringing you to America, but unfortunately there were no Japanese families that could take you in, and a kind family in Los Angeles has agreed to support you three…now if you had been willing to live separately there would have been more options to stay in Japan…” the woman stated, her eyes shifting to the blonde girl in the front seat who was flipping through radio stations.
“Well…I’m sorry but none of us will live away from each other…we are all we have left Monroe-sama…” she replied with a weary smile, glancing to the back at the two younger siblings.
The older of the two was a boy of about fourteen and was wearing what looked to be violet face paint to which people questioned, but didn’t dare ask to his face why he wore it. It seemed to be a fashion in Japan. His hair was short, brown, and spiky like his sister’s. his eyes were also black, but they had a difference in height where he stood at five foot five and was rather built for a boy his age.
The youngest was by far the one who stood apart from the other two. He was about twelve years old, with what seemed to be a natural born black around his eyes and short crimson hair. He was very lean and small in build and stood at four feet ten inches, a little on the paltry side for a child his age.
“Kankuro” no answer.
“..Kankuro…” still no answer.
“KANKURO!”
“What!?”
< br> “Finally! Learn to take those damn things our of your ears for a minute and maybe I wouldn’t have to yell at you!” the blonde stated and glared at him, in which he returned it.
“What do you want?”
“Did you remember to bring our medical records and transcripts? I really don’t want to be delayed anymore than necessary…I want get there, get settled, and get situated before we have to start school…”
“…Temari how many times have I told you that I have everything nice and neat in a manila folder in my duffle bag? Even ask Gaara, he saw me put them in there..” he pointed out.
Temari shook her head, eyes rolling before glancing to Gaara then turned back around to finish fiddling with the radio. “…are American stations all there is in this country?”
“He-llo…America…think about it…” Kankuro retorted as he put his earphones back on and blared T.M. Revolution.
She sighed and slumped. Miss Monroe noticed this and flipped to a certain station that was on memory 6. “..here...it’s JAK FM…American music but I’m sure you’ll hear some interesting songs on it…”
“Arigatou gozaimasu..” Temari mumbled.
The rest of the trip went silently through, nobody speaking unless it was Temari asking questions about the places they were passing. Soon they were coming to a slow as traffic began to back up, making the official sigh heavily.
“I’ve always hated Los Angeles traffic…we should be in Anaheim shortly…” she explained as the children became a little more attentive, aside from Gaara who had been absent-mindedly staring out the window the entire journey.
Miss Monroe was soon pulling off the freeway onto one of the busy streets of Anaheim, taking a right down past stores and what looked to be a very large amusement park.
“…Is that…“
“Yes Kankuro…it’s Disneyland…maybe after you get a little more situated your new family will take you there…” Miss Monroe finished his sentence for him with a smile.
That seemed to grasp his attention as he pressed his painted face to the window, spotting a few of the rides along with happy customers coming and going from one of the side gates. He smiled eagerly, always having wanted to go to Disneyland America, because he heard that it was much more different from the one in Japan.
About an hour or so later they were pulling into a small neighborhood that looked to be the ghettos of LA. They themselves weren’t rich after all so why would they receive any better? After making a few turns here and there they arrived in front of a decent looking white house with blue trim. The front yard was a little messy but it had a small lovely garden of flowers in a corner and a tire swing hanging from the large oak tree that also held a tree house, indicating that there were other children there as well. When the case worker got out of the car, the siblings followed suit, keeping close and quiet as they walked up the stone steps to the front door.
“Oh! Miss Monroe! We weren’t expecting you so soon! Please come in!” a kind looking woman exclaimed as she came to the screen door, then opened it to allow them entry. Inside was a small dainty living room, warm and comforting to the children though they still felt highly uncomfortable.
“These must be the children from the Hiroshima incident?” the lady asked.
Miss Monroe nodded. “…yes…Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara of the Desert Kazekage…”she announced, ushering them before her. The woman blinked and tilted her head. “…Gaara of the Desert? Is that his real name?”
“Yes actually it is…see…we lived in a desert community…and since he was born during a desert storm that’s why our mother named him…” Temari explained, the youngest not saying a word nor showing any sign he was listening.
“I see…well…it is a pleasure to have you three in our humble home. I am thankful you speak fluent English because my Japanese skills are very poor…though my husband’s are quite good.” she nodded to herself then smiled at them. “My name is Selena Uzumaki…my husband is Yondaime Uzumaki…the Japanese name I was given is Tsunade though if you would prefer to call me that. Our son, Naruto should be running around here somewhere. He is about fourteen…your age I believe” she said nodding to Kankuro.
“Really?” he wondered. She nodded. “I do hope you four will get along…he’s quite a troublemaker no thanks to his father, but he’s truly a good child…we raised him well despite our living conditions.”
“I’m sure they will do fine together…” she turned to them. “Well then why don’t you go grab your things and you can get settled hm? Oh! And I need to speak to you about something Miss Uzumaki…”
The blonde woman blinked as she was lead away while the three gathered their belongings from the trunk. “I would like to forewarn you now about the Kazekage children. They tend to keep to themselves most of the time and the two older ones are very protective and careful about their brother Gaara. We’re not sure what is wrong with him but he tends to suffer psychotic and homicidal tendencies…”
“Oh dear are you sure?” the other woman nodded. “…you don’t really have to worry however. He keeps to himself and he’s never spoken a word at least to my knowledge. The only people I have recalled him talking to are his siblings, so don’t expect much out of him.”
“Alright…well that is fine with me. I’ll let Yondaime and Naruto know about this when they get home from the store…what about the other two?”
“They are perfectly normal, aside from Kankuro’s little obsession with wearing purple make-up and Temari’s bossy nature.” she finished then shook hands with Tsunade and got in her car. “I wish you all best of luck and try not to cause too much trouble!” after that was said she took off, leaving the Sand children to their new keeper.
“Well then…let’s get you into some rooms shall we?” the older woman exclaimed and ushered them down the hall. “I apologize in advance but we only have two available rooms downstairs. However, the attic has been converted into a room for the youngest of you seeing as he is smallest. Temari your room is the second door on the left next to the bathroom and Kankuro’s is the third on the right next to Naruto’s. Gaara you just need to pull down the attic stairs and your room is up the next spiral staircase at the top of the house. I’ll leave you all to getting comfortable and will call you when dinner is ready…” with that she smiled and left them to prepare dinner.
“Hm…well…it could use a few homey touches but I think it’s livable…” Temari said to herself aloud as she examined her room. It was simple, baby blue in color and had a twin sized ocean and baby-blue shaded bed, decent sheets and blankets covering it along with four soft pillows. There was a vanity, seeming to have been Tsunade’s judging from the age of it and a small closet where she could hang her clothes. Lastly there was a nightstand with two drawers and a cabinet.
Kankuro’s room was a mirror image of his sister’s except for the colors. Instead of blues, his were more violet (Tsunade having learned ahead of time what his preferred color was). So his walls were a dark lavender and his bedspread was of violets and lilac. He didn’t have a vanity, but a small mahogany desk that had to have been Yondaime’s and his closet was a little smaller since he was a guy and 99% of the time boys tended to use their entire room as their closet.
“Not bad…” he muttered and began putting his things away and in the places he wanted them.
Upstairs in the attic, Gaara had taken the time to look over his own room in which he would now be living. It was rather small, about half the size of his older sibling’s rooms. His was about 9x12 with no closet, though he had a long mirrored dresser with six large drawers and three small ones down the center. It was rather old, the glass having been spider-cracked in one corner, but he didn’t care. His bed had to have been the only upgrade from Temari and Kankuro’s. they had fulls while he had a full sized bed that was adorned in blacks and reds, his desired colors since he was only seen in such. He had a small hand-made desk with two large drawers and five smaller ones and a snake-lamp on it and a rolling chair. There also seemed to be a nightstand and a wardrobe for any clothes he wished to hang or for storage. All in all it was a very decent room considering it was supposed to be the attic. Over towards the front of the house, hidden by a large pile of chests was a hidden window which was obscured outside by the oak tree and could only be seen if one climbed the tree. This was something he would never get used to.
“Temari, Kankuro, Gaara dinner’s ready!” came the loud shouting of their new motherly figure.
The three quickly made their way to the kitchen where two other people were seated. Those people they assumed had to be Yondaime and Naruto.
“Hey mom who are they?” the spiky haired blonde boy asked as he helped himself to a slice of homemade pizza.
“Those are the children that me and your father had spoken to you about adopting…remember?”
He blinked and thought for a moment while gathering up cheese that was dripping off the end of the triangular piece of food. “Ooohh…the ah..ah…kids from Hiroo…”
“Hiroshima Naruto…” his father finished for him.
“Yeah Hiroshima!” he nodded and chuckled to himself before taking a bite of pizza while the three sat themselves down, looking a little confused.
Tsunade smiled a bit and sweat dropped. “…I take it you’ve never had pizza?”
“Pizza?” Kankuro asked, lofting a brow. Tsunade sighed and handed them each two slices. “…it’s good trust me”
“Hmm…” the older boy poked at it a bit then picked it up and took a bite. A moment later he was scarfing it down and asking for a third slice. Temari ate hers casually and Gaara kind of poked at it before eating it.
“Oh…forgive me for being so rude…Temari, Kankuro, Gaara…this is my husband Yondaime and our son Naruto” she introduced them.
Yondaime smiled and gave them a two-fingered salute. “…Kombanwa…”
“Hiya” Naruto waved as he finished off his fifth piece of pizza.
“Hello…pleasure to meet you both” Temari and Kankuro each exchanged greetings whilst the redhead merely nodded, his face void of expression.
The rest of the evening went by smoothly, everyone taking turns introducing themselves properly while giving some background on their lives, say for Gaara whom had all his questions answered by either his sister or brother. Luckily Tsunade had warned Yondaime and Naruto of the boy’s quietness, or they would have instantly jumped to conclusions. Once desert was finished (Yondaime giving them a taste of home by making special strawberry mochi ice cream) the elderly woman ushered them all to the bathroom to take turns showering then told them it was time for bed. The next day was the first day back to school after all and they needed to be rested and prepared to be bombarded with a million questions from both the faculty of their new schools to the curious inquiries of the students they’d be attending with.
It was another typical day. Nothing was out of the ordinary, except for the changes in scenery as they drove down the freeway. The eldest of three was currently chatting with the case worker who was escorting her and her two younger brothers to a foster home in Los Angeles California. They had come from a violent home in Hiroshima Japan and were currently being taken care of by a kind American family. They knew standard English, so communicating wouldn’t be a problem. The only problem was that they were being moved from Japan.
The girl of the three was about fifteen years of age, with four pineapple-like ponytails and black eyes, standing about five feet three inches in height. A little arrogant and over-confident, she always seemed to have the lead on things, despite her little brother’s protest.
“I do apologize for bringing you to America, but unfortunately there were no Japanese families that could take you in, and a kind family in Los Angeles has agreed to support you three…now if you had been willing to live separately there would have been more options to stay in Japan…” the woman stated, her eyes shifting to the blonde girl in the front seat who was flipping through radio stations.
“Well…I’m sorry but none of us will live away from each other…we are all we have left Monroe-sama…” she replied with a weary smile, glancing to the back at the two younger siblings.
The older of the two was a boy of about fourteen and was wearing what looked to be violet face paint to which people questioned, but didn’t dare ask to his face why he wore it. It seemed to be a fashion in Japan. His hair was short, brown, and spiky like his sister’s. his eyes were also black, but they had a difference in height where he stood at five foot five and was rather built for a boy his age.
The youngest was by far the one who stood apart from the other two. He was about twelve years old, with what seemed to be a natural born black around his eyes and short crimson hair. He was very lean and small in build and stood at four feet ten inches, a little on the paltry side for a child his age.
“Kankuro” no answer.
“..Kankuro…” still no answer.
“KANKURO!”
“What!?”
< br> “Finally! Learn to take those damn things our of your ears for a minute and maybe I wouldn’t have to yell at you!” the blonde stated and glared at him, in which he returned it.
“What do you want?”
“Did you remember to bring our medical records and transcripts? I really don’t want to be delayed anymore than necessary…I want get there, get settled, and get situated before we have to start school…”
“…Temari how many times have I told you that I have everything nice and neat in a manila folder in my duffle bag? Even ask Gaara, he saw me put them in there..” he pointed out.
Temari shook her head, eyes rolling before glancing to Gaara then turned back around to finish fiddling with the radio. “…are American stations all there is in this country?”
“He-llo…America…think about it…” Kankuro retorted as he put his earphones back on and blared T.M. Revolution.
She sighed and slumped. Miss Monroe noticed this and flipped to a certain station that was on memory 6. “..here...it’s JAK FM…American music but I’m sure you’ll hear some interesting songs on it…”
“Arigatou gozaimasu..” Temari mumbled.
The rest of the trip went silently through, nobody speaking unless it was Temari asking questions about the places they were passing. Soon they were coming to a slow as traffic began to back up, making the official sigh heavily.
“I’ve always hated Los Angeles traffic…we should be in Anaheim shortly…” she explained as the children became a little more attentive, aside from Gaara who had been absent-mindedly staring out the window the entire journey.
Miss Monroe was soon pulling off the freeway onto one of the busy streets of Anaheim, taking a right down past stores and what looked to be a very large amusement park.
“…Is that…“
“Yes Kankuro…it’s Disneyland…maybe after you get a little more situated your new family will take you there…” Miss Monroe finished his sentence for him with a smile.
That seemed to grasp his attention as he pressed his painted face to the window, spotting a few of the rides along with happy customers coming and going from one of the side gates. He smiled eagerly, always having wanted to go to Disneyland America, because he heard that it was much more different from the one in Japan.
About an hour or so later they were pulling into a small neighborhood that looked to be the ghettos of LA. They themselves weren’t rich after all so why would they receive any better? After making a few turns here and there they arrived in front of a decent looking white house with blue trim. The front yard was a little messy but it had a small lovely garden of flowers in a corner and a tire swing hanging from the large oak tree that also held a tree house, indicating that there were other children there as well. When the case worker got out of the car, the siblings followed suit, keeping close and quiet as they walked up the stone steps to the front door.
“Oh! Miss Monroe! We weren’t expecting you so soon! Please come in!” a kind looking woman exclaimed as she came to the screen door, then opened it to allow them entry. Inside was a small dainty living room, warm and comforting to the children though they still felt highly uncomfortable.
“These must be the children from the Hiroshima incident?” the lady asked.
Miss Monroe nodded. “…yes…Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara of the Desert Kazekage…”she announced, ushering them before her. The woman blinked and tilted her head. “…Gaara of the Desert? Is that his real name?”
“Yes actually it is…see…we lived in a desert community…and since he was born during a desert storm that’s why our mother named him…” Temari explained, the youngest not saying a word nor showing any sign he was listening.
“I see…well…it is a pleasure to have you three in our humble home. I am thankful you speak fluent English because my Japanese skills are very poor…though my husband’s are quite good.” she nodded to herself then smiled at them. “My name is Selena Uzumaki…my husband is Yondaime Uzumaki…the Japanese name I was given is Tsunade though if you would prefer to call me that. Our son, Naruto should be running around here somewhere. He is about fourteen…your age I believe” she said nodding to Kankuro.
“Really?” he wondered. She nodded. “I do hope you four will get along…he’s quite a troublemaker no thanks to his father, but he’s truly a good child…we raised him well despite our living conditions.”
“I’m sure they will do fine together…” she turned to them. “Well then why don’t you go grab your things and you can get settled hm? Oh! And I need to speak to you about something Miss Uzumaki…”
The blonde woman blinked as she was lead away while the three gathered their belongings from the trunk. “I would like to forewarn you now about the Kazekage children. They tend to keep to themselves most of the time and the two older ones are very protective and careful about their brother Gaara. We’re not sure what is wrong with him but he tends to suffer psychotic and homicidal tendencies…”
“Oh dear are you sure?” the other woman nodded. “…you don’t really have to worry however. He keeps to himself and he’s never spoken a word at least to my knowledge. The only people I have recalled him talking to are his siblings, so don’t expect much out of him.”
“Alright…well that is fine with me. I’ll let Yondaime and Naruto know about this when they get home from the store…what about the other two?”
“They are perfectly normal, aside from Kankuro’s little obsession with wearing purple make-up and Temari’s bossy nature.” she finished then shook hands with Tsunade and got in her car. “I wish you all best of luck and try not to cause too much trouble!” after that was said she took off, leaving the Sand children to their new keeper.
“Well then…let’s get you into some rooms shall we?” the older woman exclaimed and ushered them down the hall. “I apologize in advance but we only have two available rooms downstairs. However, the attic has been converted into a room for the youngest of you seeing as he is smallest. Temari your room is the second door on the left next to the bathroom and Kankuro’s is the third on the right next to Naruto’s. Gaara you just need to pull down the attic stairs and your room is up the next spiral staircase at the top of the house. I’ll leave you all to getting comfortable and will call you when dinner is ready…” with that she smiled and left them to prepare dinner.
“Hm…well…it could use a few homey touches but I think it’s livable…” Temari said to herself aloud as she examined her room. It was simple, baby blue in color and had a twin sized ocean and baby-blue shaded bed, decent sheets and blankets covering it along with four soft pillows. There was a vanity, seeming to have been Tsunade’s judging from the age of it and a small closet where she could hang her clothes. Lastly there was a nightstand with two drawers and a cabinet.
Kankuro’s room was a mirror image of his sister’s except for the colors. Instead of blues, his were more violet (Tsunade having learned ahead of time what his preferred color was). So his walls were a dark lavender and his bedspread was of violets and lilac. He didn’t have a vanity, but a small mahogany desk that had to have been Yondaime’s and his closet was a little smaller since he was a guy and 99% of the time boys tended to use their entire room as their closet.
“Not bad…” he muttered and began putting his things away and in the places he wanted them.
Upstairs in the attic, Gaara had taken the time to look over his own room in which he would now be living. It was rather small, about half the size of his older sibling’s rooms. His was about 9x12 with no closet, though he had a long mirrored dresser with six large drawers and three small ones down the center. It was rather old, the glass having been spider-cracked in one corner, but he didn’t care. His bed had to have been the only upgrade from Temari and Kankuro’s. they had fulls while he had a full sized bed that was adorned in blacks and reds, his desired colors since he was only seen in such. He had a small hand-made desk with two large drawers and five smaller ones and a snake-lamp on it and a rolling chair. There also seemed to be a nightstand and a wardrobe for any clothes he wished to hang or for storage. All in all it was a very decent room considering it was supposed to be the attic. Over towards the front of the house, hidden by a large pile of chests was a hidden window which was obscured outside by the oak tree and could only be seen if one climbed the tree. This was something he would never get used to.
“Temari, Kankuro, Gaara dinner’s ready!” came the loud shouting of their new motherly figure.
The three quickly made their way to the kitchen where two other people were seated. Those people they assumed had to be Yondaime and Naruto.
“Hey mom who are they?” the spiky haired blonde boy asked as he helped himself to a slice of homemade pizza.
“Those are the children that me and your father had spoken to you about adopting…remember?”
He blinked and thought for a moment while gathering up cheese that was dripping off the end of the triangular piece of food. “Ooohh…the ah..ah…kids from Hiroo…”
“Hiroshima Naruto…” his father finished for him.
“Yeah Hiroshima!” he nodded and chuckled to himself before taking a bite of pizza while the three sat themselves down, looking a little confused.
Tsunade smiled a bit and sweat dropped. “…I take it you’ve never had pizza?”
“Pizza?” Kankuro asked, lofting a brow. Tsunade sighed and handed them each two slices. “…it’s good trust me”
“Hmm…” the older boy poked at it a bit then picked it up and took a bite. A moment later he was scarfing it down and asking for a third slice. Temari ate hers casually and Gaara kind of poked at it before eating it.
“Oh…forgive me for being so rude…Temari, Kankuro, Gaara…this is my husband Yondaime and our son Naruto” she introduced them.
Yondaime smiled and gave them a two-fingered salute. “…Kombanwa…”
“Hiya” Naruto waved as he finished off his fifth piece of pizza.
“Hello…pleasure to meet you both” Temari and Kankuro each exchanged greetings whilst the redhead merely nodded, his face void of expression.
The rest of the evening went by smoothly, everyone taking turns introducing themselves properly while giving some background on their lives, say for Gaara whom had all his questions answered by either his sister or brother. Luckily Tsunade had warned Yondaime and Naruto of the boy’s quietness, or they would have instantly jumped to conclusions. Once desert was finished (Yondaime giving them a taste of home by making special strawberry mochi ice cream) the elderly woman ushered them all to the bathroom to take turns showering then told them it was time for bed. The next day was the first day back to school after all and they needed to be rested and prepared to be bombarded with a million questions from both the faculty of their new schools to the curious inquiries of the students they’d be attending with.