Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognize except the plot and the dear little OCs that I have created.
Prologue: The End
Drip.
Legends have always been passed down about a powerful clan of monstrous shinobi who are willing to do anything, kill anyone. No one knows how they came to be, only that they can be enticed to come out of their impenetrable fortress...if a proper monetary tribute is given.
Drip.
Isolated from the world, no one heard their screams when the entire clan was brutally slaughtered one rainy afternoon. An entire clan, wiped out in the breath of a summer storm. Every single person... but one.
Drip.
From the carnage, a small child was found, wounded but alive. A girl. A malnourished, broken, shell of a girl.
Drip.
This happened exactly a week after the Uchiha Clan Massacre in Konohagure.
Drip.
God help us all.
Drop.
The sound of rainfall, of bloodshed, of tears resonated in the dark, cavernous room that held the meeting of the Kages.
The subject of the unforeseen gathering was illuminated by the only beam of light in the room: a young girl, no more than six years of age, sat before the council covered in grime and blood. Her hollow eyes downcast, making her long disheveled bangs cover her filthy face.
"What is your name?" A disembodied voice requested.
His only reply was the pounding of the rain outside.
"Do you know anything about the incident that just took place." This was no longer a question, but a demand.
Still, the young girl said nothing.
"I asked you a question! If you choose not to answer" The threat was left unsaid but still carried its purpose. The child flinched back, but still, offered no verbal reply.
"Please calm down, Kazekage. She is merely in shock. I don't believe shouting demands will make her answer our inquiries." Intervened an older, kinder voice.
"Please, tell us all you know regarding the Kukai Clan massacre-"
"Ame…"
A wave of confusion and excitement arose from the Council. Perhaps, after two wasted hours, the girl was finally revealing something.
"W-what?"
"The name of the person responsible for the bloodshed is named Kukai Ame." The child continued in a hoarse, monotonous whisper. "She is, was, the only child of the matriarchal head of the clan."
"It would seem that you know much about this person... Excellent. Go on child, and tell us everything. Let us help you apprehend the monster that killed all of your clan!" The child flinched once more, then froze. In an instant, her demeanor changed.
She lifted her head and focused her fever-bright eyes in the direction of the intangible voice, "Yes…. Yes, she's a bad girl, always been a bad girl. She must be punished. No forgiveness.
"No mercy."
One morning, a folder was found lying on the Hokage's desktop, waiting to be filed the next day. Scrawled across the top of the document was:
Kukai Ame
DECEASED
