They called him the theif of the akatsuki, I shouldve belived them. They always told me that he could steal away any jinjuriki at night sending them to death. He was a the greatest theif in the akatsuki. I should know he stole my best friend. No he killed my best friend. I hated him from the begining, his cocky attitude, his face, the way he went along like he did nothing to naruto.
And then he stole me. His prisoner, their prisoner. Forced to betray my own for life. I should've chose death, I should've never let him get to me. But in the end he did, he stole my heart, and i know i will never get it back now. I will never get him back now. I only have memoirs of him now, my time there, before everything turned sour. My memoirs will haunt me forever, remaining a mystery in the mist. If is share them the remainder of my heart will evaporate into sand, but now i have no choice. Now i am a prisoner of my old world, kohana, and its my time to share my story.


Hello everyone its andrea. :D Yeah, i know this is short but thats cause its the prologue silly!

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