Yes, yet another single chapter of a story. This is just the prologue, and it tells a very short summary of the main character's past. There will be much, much more detail in the actual chapters, but for now, I bring you:
Opening to his Heart
Prologue
My life had been good. My parents had always been supportive of my wishes, and tried to encourage me to do what my heart desired. Actually, my life had been just about perfect. I had a brother and a sister, both younger than I am, and they both loved me so. My brother, Shikyo, was six years old, had always loved me, and we had almost never fought. My sister, Miki, was only two years old, but she still loved me, as I loved her back. My parents were what you might call a bit excessive, as they would constantly hover over me, making sure that I was alright, but I loved them anyway. We were a poor family, but my parents managed.
I was born in the small city of Amegakure ruled by a young Hanzo. My home was a small home ― quaint, and not unlike the other homes in the city.
I have dark brown hair that comes straight down to my lower back and large violet colored eyes. My hair is cut to just over my shoulders in the summertime by my best and most trusted friend, Konan, and is left to grow out over the course of time, just to be cut again the next summer.
My parents had died fighting three ninja that had broken in to our home. I remember it clearly. the sound of kunai and swords and shuriken clashing together... the sight of the crimson red blood on the floor... the bodies of my parents, lying limp on the floor in front of me.... it was all just too much to bear. Days after, my brother and sister had fallen ill. I had not had any kind of ninja training, let alone medical training, so I did not have a clue as to what I was to do. A week had passed, and they both died days within each other's deaths.
It was during the second Ninja World War that I, Akira Takahiro, met up with the only three people I knew I could trust when my family had died. During that war, three ninja travelers from Konahagakure had come to Ame, and, to be quite honest, the only one who wasn't afraid was Yahiko. Nagato, Konan, and I were all afraid and wary of these newcomers, which was expected of three nine year old war orphans. The woman, who had become the fifth Hokage, seemed untrusting of the four of us, as did the black-haired man. The white-haired man, however, agreed to teach us Ninjutsu, and take us under his wing. We had trained for three years, and obviously improved.
Konan had been the one to find me when I was out on the street, in front of a local grocery story. She had reached out to me when she was taking a walk, she said, and she had asked me what I was doing. I had told her about my parents, and the ninjas that had attacked them and broken into my house. I told her about my siblings' illness that they had gotten just days after our parents' death, and how alone I felt. She had told me to wait where I was, and, since I trusted her, even though I did not know her, I did what she had told me.
She had come back about ten minutes or so later, accompanied by two boys that looked to be about her age. I had come to know these boys as Yahiko and Nagato, and they had become my next best friends.
It was the first time in the three years that I had been alone that I felt like I was not alone. That I had people who cared about me. People who would risk their lives for me, as I would do the same for them.
Nagato had always been there for me. He said that all he wanted to do was protect the three of us, despite the pain that he would have to go through. To be honest, I believed in him and his dream.
Yahiko had also been there for me, but not in quite the same way as Nagato had.
It was ever since my family had died that I realized I could only trust my three companions.
This is how it all happened. This is my story. This is the story of how my life had fallen apart, and rebuilt from scratch.
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