"Being a ninja meant watching the people you love pass by you. Watching them die in front of your eyes, risking your life day in and day out for people you don't even know."

The rule was to not get attached, to not form bonds, to not show emotions because this created weakness. That was what I had been taught from a young age and because of this exact reason I was neglected, I was the disappointment. I tried hard, I topped the tests, I did everything that was asked but I was always seen as weak. No matter how hard I practised, no matter how long I trained, no matter how accurate my skills were it meant nothing.

Why?

Because I showed emotions, I formed bonds. I could never be the perfect daughter, never be the perfect ninja.

One day I just couldn't take it anymore, the disappointment in their eyes. So I ran, I ran and ran and ran until there was nowhere else to go because I had ended up on the edge of the Hokage Mountain. It overlooked the whole of Konoha, I had sat there for quite some time admiring the view. All the lights were blazing and you could hear the chatter of the people in town eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a piercing howl, ninjas were scattered everywhere and people were running around, it was chaos. I had to get home and quick, I ran through the village trying to get home when suddenly a ninja swooped me up.

"NO! Let GO!" I struggled to escape I had to get home,

The ninja through me over his shoulder and hurried through the village, I continuously struggled I had to get home!

"I am a ninja put me down." I said with as much authority as possible, the ninja gave me a sceptical backward glance but did not stop at all.

Suddenly another howl ricocheted through the village, I looked towards where the sound came from and my body froze. Bright red eyes that's all I could see, I felt like I was being swallowed, just looking at the eyes filled my body with fear.

That day my parents died, leaving me alone to fend for myself. I promised myself that I would try my best and make them proud, no emotions, no bonds.

I was put in a squad, I became a chuunin and there was never a mission that we failed. They were the only people in my life but I was happy because I had someone important, someone to care about.

But then one mission everything went wrong,

I no longer had anyone to care about, my sensei and my team mates died protecting me. I fell into a whirlpool of depression, the me before disappeared and the me that my parents wanted started to form. I finally understood why my parents had told me to not get attached, they said it because we were ninja and people would always come and go from our lives, we would always have moments where we have to choose and the more you got attached the harder it was to let go.

Soon I did not recognise myself, when I looked in the mirror the person staring back was dull and lifeless and the colour kept draining as the days went by. But I just couldn't fully convert, it kept nagging at the back of my mind that the important people had given up their life for something they cared about, they had an attachment. My parents fought for Konoha and gave up their life and my team mates gave up their lives for me.

Nothing reminded me more of those moments then my scars

Scars..

Memories of the past, memories of those moments when you show weakness. Every day I would sit in front of the mirror and stare at them and just wish that I could go back in time change those stupid mistakes I made, to listen to my parents. Then maybe, just maybe my team mates would still be alive.

A/N: the character's "back story" was gonna be longer but let's just say someone said it was getting boring =.= so I cut it (please tell me it wasn't boring .)

Reader: it was boring -.-

Me: NO! *dies*

JINX XD