She watched as the dust settled back onto the flat surfaces surrounding her, feeling oddly detached as she observed her own clothes, and their pristine white. Weddings weren't supposed to be bloody.

Yet there she was flowers in one hand and a basket in the other. Dead people on the rows beside her, dismembered like the flower petals she had thrown.

'Did I cause this?' she felt the tears rolling down her face. Her father rushed to her, scooping her up in his arms.

"it's going to be ok Kyoki" she knew this was true, they were gone, she was in no risk of dying. But still, her father rocked Kyoki in his arms like how he used to when she was younger. "shhh, it's ok, it's okay."

'I'm not crying for mother…' she wanted to cry out. 'I'm crying because…because…' she sniffled.

Because your all alone

It had been years since her mother died. Since the entire Kuroakuma clan had died, except her. They were a dangerous clan, held together by their demons, literally. She remembered when Heizo awoke. Heizo was her mothers, mother… mothers as the list continues, demon. They were passed down by generation, the women lead the clan (generally) and you could tell which sibling was next in line by who acquired their mothers. The other sibling got their fathers. Any remaining siblings never got a demon, unless someone who didn't have someone to pass theirs down to died, it was kind of a next of kin thing. Heizo had thrown together any insecurity she could ever even think of having. She did nothing other than the basic necessity for life for two years until Heizo put her back together. Something about building mental fortitudes and the strength to hold a contract with demons; which was probably true.

Kyoki had no idea why she was left alive

Probably as leverage against your father said Heizo

'But nothing's changed since then, as I've told you' Kyoki sighed and paused her writing, looking out the window. There wasn't much to look at past the rock and water garden she had threatened her dad into building her. It was sad in a way, or poetic, if you were that kind of person. She was all that was left of an ancient clan, this close to being a capable ninja. She knew she had her bloodline, as proof of Heizo, yet her father a lazy civilian said no. For any other rich girl growing up in a life of luxury it wouldn't have been a problem that her father said no to becoming apart of the group that killed her mother- except that was her mothers group, and it had been hers for a little while to.

Heh… that was hilarious, he probably wrote that mission request faster than the kazekage running away from his angry wife

Kyoki snickered, pushing down the melencholy, as if I had the power to summon a demon for the specific purpose to haunt him, mother never got that far in my teachings...

She frowned back at her writing and groaned. "I couldn't care less about how to properly perform a tea ceremony…!" and with that she flopped back down onto her bed, never to see the stupid outside world ever again.

Not

"Kyoki… is, is everything all right in there?" her dad asked hesitantly through the door. That was another irritating thing, everyone that she met after Heizo becoming her personal pet parasite, with the exception of ninjas (and even then sometimes) seemed to fear, or at least be weary of her.

Are you going to answer him human?

She thought about it for a split second and grinned evilly, nah. Then she quietly grabbed her large stack of homework and… smack! Right in the center of her father's face!

"Master Masuyo! Are you alright?" exclaimed one of the servants as he fluttered about to pick up my scattered assignments.

"Why, must you do this Kyoki? You are perfectly aware that we have important political guests in our house right now and I will not deal with you making a fool of me. Now," he snapped at the servant standing awkwardly to the side,still clutching my papers,"Tell Miya make sure my daughter is ready for dinner at exactly 6pm, 2 hours from now. We are meeting with representatives from the official konoha merchant board. If this meeting goes well we can expand our trade to there as well." I scoffed, he made it sound so necessary, we owned half the market in suna, and an abundance of the civilian run districts around the Land of tea. We weren't hurting for money, and not for land either considering my mother's old clan grounds.

"How about I make a deal with you."Kyoki stated, it wasn't really a question, she was obsessed with controlling her chakra, or at least, what little she had. The ninja that sometime would hang around her hose traded her small lessons, as in, nothing more significant than the leaf exercises, for …information. Black mail, essentially. She never gave them anything about her family, but rather various things she found while snooping around that her dad wouldn't give up. Contrary to what her father thought, and wanted, she had leached lessons off of them every chance she got. The first thing she had learned to do was the leaf exercise, then how to twist her chakra in a way that made people feel uncomfortable, frightened almost. It wasn't killing intent though, it was different. More subtle.

"…what deal?" Masuyo looked very stern and annoyed, the only reason he was even listening was probably because of her hidden threat.

"Hire ninja to teach me things" Masuyos face immediately contorted into an ugly scowl. " I will not be having this conversation with you right now. End of discussion" he turned to walk away briskly but kyoki twisted her chakra more, making him stop. They played a game of mongoose and cobra. A constant battle in which no side was stronger than the other, easily shifting the battle in the favor of the other in a split second; He never had a chance when it came down to her using chakra though.

"Yes or no father, I have a demon locked inside of me, I should learn to control it shouldn't i?" she shifted her gaze away as if trying not to cry, "and what if those ninja come back for me? To finish off the Kuroakuma clan?" she sniffed and made her chakra start to move like sludgy water, sometimes it would Make someone feel guilty, trick them into think less about things. Again, it only really worked on civilians… like her dad ( she knew from experience ).

Her father scowled any more, if it was possible and growled. "Fine. We will talk about this later." And he stomped away.

That could have been worse

Huh, he's never agreed to that before, and I've been asking for 6 years!

Then she rememberedMiya had walked in and was standing to the side questioningly and smiled. "lets get started shall we?" she nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

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So I know its super cliché but this is my first story on fan fiction. I really have no idea how any of this woks so please bear with me! For those of you wondering, I plan on having my next updates longer or having shorter updates that occur frequently. Cannon characters will be introduced soon and if you want to Beta I would love to have one!