Welcome to "Yin and Yang", my Kankuro fic. I started this because I was anxious so here it is. "Not Strong Enough" by Apocolyptica is the song. Enjoy!

Troubled Life

"S-stupid l-little b-bitch!" The bottle flew across the room and shattered in a million pieces, causing the girl it was directed at to shriek in fear. She was tiny, fragile, malnourished, a sight to be pitied. Her blonde hair was nearly brown with dirt and grime and her would-be golden eyes were a dull, lifeless ochre. She was riddled with bruises and cuts and probably even had a few broken or fractured ribs. All in all, truly pathetic. She didn't dare cry because she knew it would only get her into more trouble than it was worth. She did her best to take it on the chin, be a good girl and play daddy's punching bag since mommy was dead. She didn't go to school, didn't go out to play with the other Suna children. She stayed in her cot in the cellar where she knew she would at least survive to the morning.

"I'm sorry daddy, I was bad..." she murmurs quietly.

"L-like a damn h-heathen you were!" He was drunk again and delirious, living in the delusion that his daughter was a prostitute like her mother had been before she had been taken prisoner by her father. She was only seven though, she couldn't have been like her mother even if she tried. At least she used that as her motivation. She couldn't be as bad as he said right? She was cowered in the corner, the blonde man stumbling around in his drunken state. "I o-ought to, k-kill you..." With those last words he passed out, collapsing onto the floor in a puddle of sake. With the chance of escape she bolted upstairs and out the door, running into the dark streets of the Sand village and finding an alley where she could safely shed a single tear before finding she could no longer cry. She was finally enable to express one of humanity's most basic emotions thanks to years of ignoring it. Why couldn't he leave her alone? Were all parents like that? She didn't know since she'd never interacted with anyone before.

From the darkness came a man, a nicely dressed one who wore a business like smile. She tensed but did not speak a word as he approached her. "Tell me, would you like to be free of the abuse little one?" he asked. She nodded slightly, not sure what he meant. "I could help you get into school, would that be good too?" Another nod. "Perhaps you might even like to live alone and be independent, have a chance to make friends?" She looked up at him with unsure eyes.

"What do you want mister?"

"I want to help," he simply stated. "I can make your life better."

"How? What do I have to do?" she wondered.

"All you have to do is pay me back someday. Simple as that, no strings attached. You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out." Give her a release from this hell? Educate her? It was too good to be true, and too good to pass up...

"Deal! I'll do it! I'll do anything!" This made the man smile before bending to her level and offering her a hand.

"Shake on it." She did so eagerly. He told her to go home and sleep, that in the morning all her problems would disappear and she would be happy. And she did...

She awoke that next morning to find that her father was no longer on the floor. The room, spotless, shining even. She found herself studying everything with eager eyes and searching every room throughout the house. It was empty and just as neat as the cellar. There was a fresh breakfast awaiting her, crisp bacon and eggs and a healthy glass of milk. It was perfect. Too perfect. Where was her father? He never went out during the day. Was what that man said to her truly happening? She had no time to ponder it because there was a grunt from the vacant lot out back she called a yard. She used to go there all the time and play ninja by herself, but recently stopped altogether. Now, it sounded like her father had gone out there himself. "D-daddy?" she called. A groan. She reached the glass door and gaped at the lot. In it's center stood a post, to it tied her father who was on his knees. For once it was not she who was riddled in bruises and blood. It was not her who had multiple broken ribs and various other bones. It wasn't her who was on the verge of tears, whimpering in pain. No, the tables were turned now, he was finally experiencing how she felt all these years.

"Do you like what we've done with the place?" a voice coos. She turns on her heel, facing the man she had met the previous night. "It took a lot of scrubbing to get the blood out of your floor and even more to clean the cigar smoke and sake from the walls. In the end though we got the job done as always. We were just explaining to your father the deal we made last night.

"What, are you going to do with him?" she asks rather calmly.

"We're erasing him as one of your problems of course. He is the main one after all and the source of all others."

"B-baby...p-please..." her father gasps. "T-tell them I love you...t-tell them w-what a good d-daddy I am huh?" He stops, vomiting up pure blood before turning his bloodshot eyes back to his daughter. "A-Anri? Sweetie?"

She eyes him, not with anger, but as one who is passing judgment on the accused. One who has too much wisdom for their years and even less emotion than any reasonable person. "You've been a bad boy daddy. You know what happens when your bad, you get punished." The businessman chuckles lightly, placing a gentle hand on the girl's head.

"She's in charge now mister Miyagi. You understand I'm simply following orders right?" The shell of a man begged, pleaded for his daughter to see reason, to please forgive him and his sins. He would love her, cherish her, she was nothing like her whore of a mother. She didn't care at the moment, she was too eager to see him endure everything she did, to see him finally weak. She was shocked however when two men, dressed much like the one whom she had been acquainted with, step to her father's side, katanas unsheathed.

"What, what are you-?" The blades pierced through her father so quickly, it was several seconds before blood seeped from the wounds. Anri stared at her father as the light left his eyes, his eyes identical to hers. "He's dead now isn't he? You killed him."

"Yes. Your life will be much better without him I assure you. Of course if I'm wrong you can always report me and we will face the consequences of what we've done. I do ask that you wait at least a year though. If you are not in a higher state of living by then by all means confront me."

"I'll hold you to that," she mumbles. Shadows had overtaken her eyes now as she gazed at her dead father who was now nothing but a corpse, as lifeless as ever.

"You start at the academy tomorrow. There are new clothes in your wardrobe in your room in the back hall. Do be on time. For now there is a perfectly good breakfast for you while we clean up here." She nods, unsure of how to feel now that it was just her. The food, was exquisite, yet it didn't quite taste as good as it should have. The milk, refreshing, yet her throat was still parched. Her body was more sore than usual yet her wounds were healing. The academy, would it too not be as good as it promised? She had yet to find out, but she was a dog that was being trained, and one day, she would be sent after her redemption, owned by the people who saved her, the most notorious gang in all of the Hidden Sand. Her destiny had been set in motion.

It was short but I hope you enjoyed! A very vague beginning but reviews are appreciated. Until the next time darlings!