A Peaceful Life is All I Ask For.
As if one Hitokiri wasn't enough. When her family is nothing but memories, and her dreams nothing but thoughts, Kaoru can do nothing but continue her life as the Hitokiri Ryu, and continue to hate every thing about it.
My whole life has been a sacrifice. I've served these people since I was six; spying, collecting information, retrieving artifacts and even killing. Unfortunately for me, this is the only life I have ever known and I truly hate it. When not on a mission, I spend my time dreaming of a quite, peaceful life with no death, destruction or slavery. Although I hardly get much time to myself, I have been able to let my mind wander to every aspect I could ever dream of in a normal life. I have few friends here, but they are good ones, and I know that I can trust them with anything except my dreams. I fear speaking of them aloud because of the punishment I would suffer should my masters ever overhear those whims. I am an assassin, a spy, a slave and a young girl yearning for the freedom of life.
When I was a baby, my family was brutally murdered by a gang of rebels. They went around killing everyone who supported the government and those who chose no side. These monsters are ruthless killers who destroyed my family for treating soldiers, samurais and ninjas from both oppositions; or so I've been told. I was only two years old and can remember nothing but the heat and smell of burning wood; my Home. Someone once told me that I was lucky I was not killed and that I was too young to remember, but I don't think I am. The only reason I was spared was because I could be useful to these beasts. I could become one of them.
Between the ages of two and six, I was raised by a woman named Tsubaki. She was not mean or harsh but she was in no way a mother. When I turned five, I realized that Tsubaki was constantly grumpy, though I never figured out why. Year later and those are the only memories I really have of her. When I was taken away on my sixth birthday was the last time I ever saw her, and I don't miss it.
The rest of my life, between then and now, consisted of harsh, sometimes excruciatingly painful training; as a Ninja and a Hitokiri. My masters and sensei's aren't all bad but I don't like them one bit, can you really blame me? They pick on me and taunt me about my looks and strength, always trying to break my eerie emotionless mask. I find it strange that they continue to try and provoke me when they know for a fact that I am so much stronger than they are; I could kill them all so easily.
You'd think I could leave then, but I can't. I have no money, no family, and am wanted by the government. They offer my only protection. I am the Hitokiri Ryu and I am only nineteen.
Sorry it's short but it is only an intro!
Ciao
Shadie