Chapter one

I absolutely knew it was the end, that I was going to die then and there. So I stood in the middle of the dark dense room, arms and feet tied together , and surrounded by strange cloaked men.

I was a simple girl of 12, never done wrong through my life, I was not even a ninja. I had tried the ninja academy at a point and decided that the best way for me would be as a simple girl. I had a job around Kirigakure of simply delivering things from a shop to the customers and I got paid well for my age. I didn't have many friends but I was happy non the less with my success and simple pleasure of not being sent away on random missions like other children.

I can simply describe myself in this way. I am not pretty nor ugly. I was unique and different. I have short choppy gray silver toned hair, uncommon for my age but not unheard of, Light blue eyes, a fairly slender body and a nice shape, but nothing really special

"Michiko Kuro!" said one of the voices of the people surrounding me. I could plainly tell it was a male voice, from its density and roughness. His voice echoed and I flinched out of shock, awaiting what he would say to me. Maybe to enlighten to me what was happening at the moment.

"you dear child have something inside of you that we need" said the voice again a bit calmer as a man with bright red spiky hair stepped into the light were I could see him. He had numerous piercing going along both sides of his nose , many along the line of his ears and two shaper ones on his lower lip. His eyes were an orange color that made me dizzy by simply looking at them. He also wore a long black cloak that bore red clouds all over it. Overall giving him the appearance of a completely dangerous.

I heard a chuckle from behind me that caused me to turn to look, only to see a rather gray man with an abnormally large sword on his back. He resemble a shark or a fish of some sort and bore the sign of the mist on his forehead. "why don't we have a bit of fun first with the girl?? Its not everyday we get a victim of that gender".

His laugh and speaking sent chills down my spine, making me afraid of what the answer might be.

"yea" said another voice as a black haired man or teen stepped out of the shadows as well. He had very long hair to at least his shoulder blades. Most of which was tied in a loose pony tail at his neck.

"I suppose it would be alright", the red haired man began as he let out a slight smile. "but who will get her first?" he asked as more men stepped out from the shadows.

Loud bickering and laughing soon filled the room and I could feel a few tears of fear fall down my face. I was afraid, feeling like a small child, lost, nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

"Why don't we let her decide" said a silver haired man with a laugh.

"pick girl! Hurry up! Who will it be?!" the continuous talking filled my head as I could feel tears coming down faster as I felt pressure and tension fill.

I looked around the room and spotted a blonde haired teenager, maybe 18 or so. He had not said anything throughout the conversation and thought he would be a safe bet

For a moment I stared at him and a smile crept on his face. "I guess the kid chooses me eh?" he asked walking forward and grabbing my chin in his rough hand. He pulled my face close to his and turned t side to side. "fairly pretty face" he said with a laugh and a devilish grin.

"But I have to warn you child.." he said as his grin widened "I'm the worst one you could have picked"