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• Kisara Momochi

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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Memories An AutoBiography of Kisara Momochi
My earliest memories consisted of my beautiful red head mother, and my older sister, Kisa. My dad was there every once in a while, but mostly away on missions. He loved us though, much more then i imagined, as I found out later. I train since i could remember. Even on some days I didn't but my earliest memory was when I meet him. He looked like an over grown wolf swimming in the lake. I was four and had wondered to far from my village.

I had stumbled upon a great blue and sparkling lake. As I studied my reflection in the clean waters, with my long blue hair dipping it's end into the water disturding the stillness, I had saw him. He sat in a shrine looking building across the water, watching over the lake it like a mother watching her baby.

Smiling I reached out a lone little hand toward him. His skin rippled like it was made from the water it self, and it looked confused as it stared at me. Also as if it could not figure out why I could see it. Later I had figured out that that was the reasonhe had given me that look.

Reaching out farther, I felt myself tip over, and I startedto wave my arms wildly. It didn't help and I fell forward in to the clear water. It was deeper than I expected and at my young age I could not swim. I struggled to reach the surface, to breathe that sweet air. But I could notreach it, I could not swim enough to break the surface. Looking up into the blue sky I wondered if this was it, If this was the end. Then he was there, noticable as only a denser cloud of water in front of me, and as I blacked out, I felt a chill wrap around me, pulling me up.





FOr those of you who don't Kisara she is me in The Naruto world. I will be posting little tidbits of this story every once in a while so please stay tune and read. tell me what you think
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