Hello! I was attacked by a plot bunny that really wanted to be written and read by other people, so here you go! Please read my other story A Change in Identity if you really liked this one! If this story is liked enough I'll post the next chapter. If not, I'll discontinue it and take it off.

It'll sound awkward, but the next chapter should clear everything up! Enjoy!

REWRITTEN: JUNE 16, 2014

Gasps expelled from lungs.

A heartbeat raced frantically with fear induced adrenaline.

A small figure leapt through the dense forest away from the village.

Tiny footprints were imprinted into the dense, white snow.

A child.

In the villager's eyes...

A survivor of The Purge.

The child clumsily ran through thin trees, angry yells following closely behind. The end of the child's pants got caught in a shrub, tripping the child. The child grunted as the branch broke under a desperate yank. The child continued to run, but now the voices were much closer. The child screamed in anguish as their long hair was pulled back by one of the pursuers. A struggle ensued, but the man's grip was too strong. Reaching into a bag, the child took a kunai that was a gift from their elder sibling and ran the blade through soft locks. The attacker fell to the ground as the child was propelled forward due to the lack of resistance. The child fled as quickly as possible into the dense forest where the glittering snow piled higher and higher. Crashing into a hidden tree root, the child faltered and hit the trunk of a tree causing disoriented vision and a throbbing headache. Finally collapsed into a pile of snow, hidden from view. Exhausted and bitterly cold, the child shivered as the angry villagers led by the previous attacker ran towards a nearby, yet opposite direction where the child lay, frantically searching for the child. A midst the yells for 'The Purge to be completed', the child fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Is the child dead?"

"I wouldn't think so, is it?"

"No, the child is suffering from moderately severe hypothermia and extreme exhaustion, speeding up the hypothermia, but the child isn't dead… at least not yet."

"Perhaps we should return it to the village. They would probably do something."

"No, did you see how desperately they were trying to kill? They would only murder the child in cold blood for no reason. Besides, they could view our appearance as a threat seeing as they are not a ninja village."

"Then should we return with the child to our village?"

"That seems to be the most logical proceeding."

"I agree. That seems like the safer approach, our village's orphanage can take in another child."

"Very well then, let's move."

"Hai!" The child was lifted into a pair of arms, the wind whipping across their face as the saviors sprinted away.

"Dear? Can you wake up please?" a kind voice murmured. The child groaned as eyes opened to see a motherly looking nurse.

"Where-where am I?", the child's throat was dry with dehydration.

"You're in the hospital. One of our teams was on a mission when they found you freezing to death on a field of snow and rescued you," she provided. Then, "Our village's orphanage is willing to take you in." The child nodded, content with the fact they weren't going to be sent back to the other village to die.

Finally, "What's your name,dear?"

The child gave it some thought,'Name? Oh right, Something Haruno…'.

A mutter, "Haruno."

"Is that it? No last name?"

Head shake.

"Well, Haruno, I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition to someone's family. After all you seem like a very charming young man."

The child blinked. 'Young man?'

The child was a girl.

Well, what do you think? Sorry, it's short and weird, but I felt that it should stop right here. As always, reviews needed. Comments and constructive criticism is fine, but no flames. And a special hello to my A Change in Identity readers!

Japanese:English (just in case)

Hai: Yes

Kunai: A ninja weapon