She had a bad habit of falling down. On the stairs, running downhill, landing a flip (or not landing as it may be), and hopping over puddles after a nights wutaian rain. For all her superior ninja skills she could not help her innate clumsiness. She was a walking(falling) oxymoron.

But the good thing about falling was that sometimes someone is there to catch you.

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A/N: short first chapter I know. It serves more as an introduction than anything. Please read on, and if you enjoy it leave me a friendly review, it feeds my writing.