It had been 10 year since I had been on my own... my parents were killed when I was 5. They were well know ninja of the hidden sand village and had been sent on an important mission. Unfortunately I don't really remember much about the situation or much of them.
After that I lived with my brother. He was a ninja too of course. We were of the Kaori clan, and jutsu came quite naturally to us. The Kaori was a powerfull clan but our numbers have decrease greatly. And the thing that made us powerful was our Kekkai Genkai.
Takamtu uskaiyaku (sp?)(meaning: enhance abilities) is our bloodline trait. We have the ability to gather large amounts of chakra and focus it to a sense or an ability to enhance the effect of it. for example to sense of smell or hearing to track enimies or to speed to make you faster. Its like we have two different chakra systems and the one used for our kekkai genkai is unlimited, and that's what makes us so deadly.
At the age of 7 my brother was killed. I remember it so clearly... I had been home alone all day waiting for him to return from a mission. It had started to get late when I heard someone at the door but as I walk towards it the door burst open and an enemy approached me. it was dark and I couldn't get a clear view of his face, but his eyes those I could never forget, bright yellow orbs that pierced through the darkness. He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me to the wall, he asked about my brother but I said nothing. He was after something my brother possessed but I wasn't sure what.
It had only been a minute before my brother had appeared and took on this stranger. They fought and what the stranger was after was my fathers necklace that now hung at my brothers neck. My brother grabbed me and ran from the house into the nearby woods. He stopped at the edge of a small clearing, The enemy at the other side. "give it to me and i will spare you" He said. My brother held me and made a quick hand sign. He took the gem on the necklace and brought it to my chest. Then he sealed it inside of me the pain was so great I collapsed my eyes barely able to stay open as I struggled on the ground. I heard the enemy hiss before charging my brother and killing him in the process. My brother lay there, lifeless on the ground as my eyes filled with tears and the pain drove me closer to unconsciousness. The man came closer and I was scared but I could hear the village begin to stir and knew other ninja would be here soon. He knew that as well. He quickly grabbed me and bit down on my neck, giving me the cursed mark that now rests there. The pain was worse than the seal my brother had given me. I felt as if I was burning alive. He dropped me to the ground and sped off into the woods. I screamed from the pain as medical ninja surrounded me and I drifted into unconsciousness.
A week later I woke up in the hospital. I was told that the nightmare that had happened was real...my brother was dead, and I had been marked by none other than Orochimaru. After being released from the hospital I ran from the hidden sand village only to lead the people to think I had committed suicide. After that day I was a drifter, I had no real home I just wandered from place to place picking up odd jobs and working on my jutsu. Now at the age of 17 I became a sort of bounty hunter. It was a job that could work my skills without me being connected to one place like a ninja. To all I was known as Emiko and as far as people knew my last name didn't exist...and either did the last of the Kaori clan.