Little Himitsu stepped from her small home, and into the bright morning sunshine. Her world expanded at once as she moved her long , tangled bangs away from her face, as they almost always covered her right eye. The smell of blood wafted up into her nose, and fogged her mind. It was then that she realized what lay before her were the dead, and dying bodies of her clan members. Moans and screams danced through the streets of her people, and she knew then, she was alone.
She felt her blood boil beneath her skin. So this was it, the fiery blood of a Hichiroi. The clan of Iwagakure, who could make and control fire by a simple thought, whim, or flick of a finger. And now it was she who would carry on that name. A girl, a seven-year-old girl.
"Wait.", she thought to herself, "If I was spared since I was asleep, then maybe…"
"Grandpa!" Himitsu called into the air. She took off toward her elder's home, flinging kunai at the smallest of noises. She was a skilled fighter, but couldn't wait for her kekei genkai to awaken, giving her a newfound strength, and a skill all her own.
Himitsu dropped to her knees. Piled on top of each other were her mother and father, who had tried desperately to open the door to Grandpa's house. Mom had been struck in the heart, killing her instantly. But, Dad, he still struggled to draw breath after painful breath. He whispered her name, and once she had managed to crawl to his side, and she can see by the desperate look in his eyes just what he wants her to do.
He struggles to pull his young daughter into a hug , she then brings the kunai to his throat, slashing his flesh and his jugular, ending his suffering. Himitsu wept into his chest, she was now a murderer.
She looked down at her hands and body. Blood covered nearly all of her. She looked up to see her grandpa's door open. She was too late. She stumbles into town, not knowing what to do. In a matter of minutes her world had been shattered.
A large man grabbed her by the arm, screaming frantically at her, "Where did all this blood come from?"
Himitsu looked up at him. Her vision was blurred. She could only manage to murmur "My clan. Last. My clan."
A crowd began to gather around her as she continued to mumble. "Daddy…" she spat out before losing consciousness and falling to the ground.
Someone in the crowd rang out, "That girl killed her clan1" Before her eyes fluttered closed Himitsu saw a shadowy figure above her extend an arm to catch her and whisper, "Hi, little one, I'm Death. I'll be your new best friend." It was then she knew her fate was sealed. She would be alone. She would be hated. She was a murderer.