Love Hurts: Black & White: Itachi
Prologue
Darkness. Pain. Blood.
A baby, newborn and abandoned, lay forgotten in a deep forest. The animals of the forest began to stir. They smelled the baby's fresh blood. Wolves, jackals, boars all began to watch with glistening eyes.
Tears. Smoke. Fire.
The baby began to cry. She was alone. She was hurt. She was in the wild because her parents had wished she had never been born. The full moon rose, the wind howled, and the creatures pounced.
Burns. Scars. Tears.
They clawed at her. Ripped at her. Her flesh split and she screamed. Talons dug into her stomach. Teeth tore into her neck. She couldn't see. There was too much blood. Too much pain. She was going to die. She had only lived for a few hours.
Roars. Claws. Howls.
A new creature made it's way into the clearing. It roared and tore at the animals over the baby. The screams were no longer hers. They were the creatures that had caused her pain. The wolves, the jackals, the boars. All that remained alive fled. The creature that had saved her loomed over her.
Comfort. Warmth. Purrs.
Panthers. The black cats had saved her. They had cleaned and warmed her. They had kept her and protected her. They had taught her. They were with always with her when nobody else was. They were her family. They were kind.
Anger. Betrayal. Death.
The humans. They had taken her family. Cats lay ripped and bloody. They were dead. Gone. Dead. They couldn't be dead. They raised her. They were the mother, father, brother, sister, the family, that she had never had. They were gone. They had been murdered. By humans. Her people. Her kind. No! They were not her kind. They would pay.
Screams. Panic. Revenge.
The village burned. The people were dead. And there she was. In the center of everything. She was covered in blood again. But it was not her own this time. It belonged to the people who had slaughtered her family. They had deserved death.
Fear. Silence. Solitude.
She walked through a silent forest at twilight. There was no one. She was alone. Again. Her heart had hardened over the ten years of her life that she had painfully lived. She trusted no one. She talked to no one. Anyone she met died.
Pain made her stronger.
Blood refreshed her.
Death was all she had ever know.
Death... was all she would ever be.
She was Aiira of the Wild.
She was the Sendokage. Death's Shadow.
She was born hate and raised in blood.
She knew death.
She was death.
Pray you do not meet her.