I swatted her hand away, irritation gnawing at my sensibility. My mother's dark blue eyes filled with fake tears at my rejection. "Nadeshiko, sweetheart... What's wrong?" she asked in her innocent mother voice.

I glared at her, my rage that I had kept hidden boiling over. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! I'll tell you what's wrong! It's the fact that you make everything out to be some - some story! You pretend we're some happy family that is always smiling and I hate it! I hate it!" I exclaimed, my voice thick with venom, my eyes livid.

My mother's hurt eyes turned stormy. She unfolded from her defeated form, everything about her screaming 'danger'. She said slowly, with a deadly serene tone, "Everything I've done, baby, I've done for you." She switched back to her innocent, pleading voice. Her body leaning forward, as if she was getting ready to grab me. "Please understand, darling." Her hand reached out to move a small part of my white hair away from my face, but I slapped her hand away. Her greedy and cruel hands should stay far away from me.

"Don't touch me until you realize what real life is, Juuri," I hissed. "I'm leaving, don't follow." I wasn't going to be apart of her fantasy anymore.

I was sick of it.

I shoved past her, making sure that my shoulder roughly hit hers before grabbing my black hoodie and slipping it on over my navy t-shirt. I sat down to pull up my black sweat pants so that I could easily pull on my outdoor shoes. Finished, I got up and walked to the door. Stepping out, I looked towards the sky. It was dark due to the clouds beginning to release tons of water.

Just as I was about to leave my mothers words entered my ears. "No one will take you, Nadeshiko, no one wants a cursed 13 year-old that was born to kill. So... I'll be waiting for your return," my mother paused, and I heard her take a deep breath. "Don't make mommy wait to long, darling." The tone of a mock innocence made me want to do nothing but strangle her, but I had more control than that. So, I just walked away. Away from her and her unpleasent self.

I turned back as I opened the door to see her eye my hand warily. I narrowed my eyes at her, but said nothing, quickly slamming the door closed. My pride soared until I walked a couple of feet and heavy, thick drops of rain spat at my head. I cursed angrily and pulled my hood up, obscuring my face to the shadows.

With my face covered I had a hard time not running into someone and so when I did I was surprised that I found myself in a choke hold. I gagged as I was lifted off of the ground, a meaty hand on my throat. I wasn't allowed to hurt people, so I tried to pry his hands off instead of kill him like I normally would. "You want trouble ki-" I heard a choking sound, and the hand that was holding me tremble. "That HAND!" the man cried out in fear, he dropped me and my hood fell down off of my head. I shook, the sudden movents and actions slowly catching up with me. I glared at the man as he pointed to my right arm that was nursing my throbbing neck. "THE DEMON SYMBOL! RUN! SHE'S CURSED!" the man screeched. People stopped to stare at my arm in wonder as the buff man ran in fright.

I self-consciously covered my right hand with my left as the small crowd whispered among themselves. I was scared. The expressions on everyone's faces... Was it curiosity...or fright? It wasn't the same look of hostility I was used to, or disgust. I backed up until a hand was laid on my shoulder. "Hey-"

I glanced behind me to see a boy and a girl behind me, the boy had his hand on me and I was awestruck to find it was Rin and Obito. Both looked at me with curous and sympathetic eyes that glittered, showing their true intentions. To help me, because I needed just that.

But, I didn't need anyone's help. I could do it all on my own. I was going to prove everyone wrong. I was going to prove that I wasn't as useless or destructive as people thought.

"Are you okay, Nadeshiko?" Obito asked, but I wasn't listening. I didn't want to speak to them. No. They were just like everyone else. The place where the boy had his hand was warm, but I wanted to be cold.

Seeing no other option, I jumped to my feet, and pushed both of the kids away, running through their tumbling forms. I bolted away, adrenaline fueling me for a good half mile.