Chapter 1: everyone dies

'Why?' I thought to myself as I leaned against the back wall of the funeral home. 'why does everyone get to die but I have to stay here and live my miserable life?' First my father was killed on a mission when I was eight, then my mother poisoned herself when I was ten, then my aunt and uncle were murdered when I was twelve, and now that i'm fourteen my grandparents both passed away. One from a heart attack, and the other on a mission.

Well that's pretty much everyone in my family that wanted to know me. Well everyone except my older cousin, Jeery. She'll talk to me occasionally.

You see, mum had me when she was only my age, so her family rejected her. She left her village, Suna, and began living in a little kown village called Akuma. The leader of the village worshiped a demon known as Akuma, so he built the village in it's honor.

I could see people turn around and glare at me, tears running down their cheeks. I didn't really care if they hate me. It's their problem, not mine. But even so, I hate why they hate me. They hate me because I don't cry. I never have. Not even when those close to me died. Don't ask me why. I just don't know how. When I was born, the doctors thought I was dead, because I was born asleep. I was six when she met dad(He's not my real dad. My real dad was just a one night stand), she said I showed no sadness or fear of someone new in my life. I suddenly felt someone grab my arms and drag me outside. It was Jeery.

"What do you want?" I mumbled. Jeery turned to me, her chin length, light blond hair blew in the soft breeze.

"I know that since aunty died, you've wanted parents to be there for you," she said, "So I did some research when gran and pop died,"

"So?" I muttered.

"I know who your biological dad is!" she exclaimed. I looked up at her, staring into her beautiful emerald eyes. The same eyes as my mother and Jeery's mother(they were twin sisters). Mum allways told me that I had my fathers eyes. Other than that, I looked allmost identical to her and aunty. My eyes were a brown/ash rose kind of colour. I hated them.

"Stop playing around Jeery-sempai," I demanded. Jeery shook her head.

"I'm not joking Kasumi-chan," she smiled sweetly, reasuringly.

"Kasumi!" I heard Jeery's older sister say my name.

"What?" I asked without looking at her.

"What are you doing with Jeery?" She demanded.

"Laya, it's okay I was just..."

"Don't take the blame little sister," Laya interupted Jeery's explination. I turned to glare at her.

"Why don't you let her finish?" I said. I suddenly found myself pinned to the wall behind me.

"Do not speak to me you filthy child," Laya snarled.

"Laya. Just leave her alone!!" Jeery said. Laya kept her eyes on me.

"Why would you stick up for her anyway?!" She demanded, "She's just an unwanted, filthy nobody who'll probably end up just like her pathetic mother,"

That was it, I'd lost it. I pushed her to the ground and stomped down on her throat, crushing it. When I realised what I did, I stumbled back against the wall, as If I was trying to dissapear into it.

"Run!" I suddenlt heard Jeery order.

"What?!" I was still trying to make sence of everything.

"Run!" she said again. This time I managed to move my legs and run as fast as I could, through and out of the village.

I stopped just outside the gates. I suddenly remembered that when Jeery pulled me out of the funeral home, she slipped a piece of paper in the right side pocket of my grey zip up jacket. I reached into it and pulled out the paper.

To Kasumikimoko
Your father is from Suna.
His name is Akasuna no Sasori.
That's all I know.
Good luck

Jeery.

'Well, looks like I'm off to Suna' I thought as I began to walk.