It was a beast far stronger than any other. It's roar would make mountains faint, tree's bow backwards, lakes move, and town's collapse. It's claws would stop the sharpest of blades, it's eyes would stop a speeding train if it wanted, even his foaming mouth struck terror into the bravest ninja. It was not Kyuubi—Kyuubi has long ago been taken care of. Nobody knew what it was; nobody could find it, nobody had see it, and if they did, it never mattered. They weren't going to be going home to tell about it.
It destroyed my life, either way. I could proudly and shamefully claim that I have seen it, at a very young age, and to add to my luck or misfortune, have seen twice and live to tell the tale. It was black as night in the brightest of daylight, and was white as a ghost come nightfall. Its eye were blood red when it was happy, and soft blue when it was going to kill. It it looks like a dog and purrs like a cat, and bat like wings sprouted from its back when you tried to attack it from the air. Its long fox like ears picked up all sounds down to the meaningless heartbeat of a dying old man. His mouth would drip black tar. When you first see it, there is only one tail on its opposing end, but after a long battle they would grow and multiply like the heads' of Hydra. I live to this day to say that I have seen his blue eyes, to see his ear twitched with a heat beat, and to see these thousands of tails appear and grow.
It started when I was young. I was born carelessly in the wood, my father rushing my mother along to a nurse for help. They weren't fast enough, or rather the wood's bumps and curves made things difficult. Out came a screaming and crying child. My parents tried to hush me, but I wouldn't. My cries woke the beast, and from a long ways my parents could see the white beast approaching slowly. My father tried to get he horses to go, but suddenly the while beast jumped and pounced on them. So long to my father's best horses. It didn't matter, though, for my father and mother would be dead very soon, my mother instantly form child birth, and my father long enough only to take me form my mother and run from the white beast. It followed us, nearly killed my father, but after it taking his right arm, he took it's vision. It ran away screaming, and my father only just barely made it to our village when he collapsed. A passerby knelt over and listened to his brief story of what had happened.
"The beast... still lives," where his last words before he died. I was passed to the villager and he became 'father' until 'd turned seven and i was told the truth about my father. I thought it was odd my hair was green while my mother's and fathers, and even grandmother and grandfather all had dark-brown or black hair. They brought me back home that day to my real family—or what was left, who was my Oooba and her grandson, Kenta, a bed ridden boy who I never really got to know. My non-related family left me there with a sad smile. I wanted to cry, but I didn't understand it was goodbye forever. On their way back to the village the family was devoured by the beast. I asked my Oooba what it was called. She said around those parts it was the Shiroi Yoru no Kuroi Ookami, or more simply the Kuroi Ookami
When I had finally turned a proud eight years old, my cousin died of what ever it was he has, my Oooba never told me. During the funeral i stood by her and looked down at the coffin and wondered how he was supposed to breath. When i asked my Oooba, she sent me away to play with the other kids. I wandered off and into the forest. It didn't take long for the Kuroi Ookami to find me like he always did, and when I can face to face with its red eyes, I got very scared an began to run back into the village. When I looked back, his eyes had turned red, leaped over me, and darted into the village. In a matter of hours it had killed half the village. I ran home, grabbed the necklace my father had worn the night he died. Oooba wouldn't let me wear it to the funeral.
On my way out I came face to face with the Kuroi Ookami. It eyes turned read again and walked up to me. Thought it was black now, i could see the blood on it dripping down its oily fur. I screamed it terror, tried to run, but fell instead. It rolled me over and stood over it. It was massive, and it looked me in the eye. I passed out, thinking I was surely dead. When I woke, I was alive, but all around me there was blood. Like the child was, I ran from there scared out of my wits. I ran down the only pathway too our village and kept running until nightfall, where I collapsed hopelessly in the middle of the road. I was woke by a voice.
"Kid?" the voice half sung. "Are you awake? Ki-id!"
Half awake, he rolled me over and sat me up. I mumbled and rumbled about what had just happened. He seemed concerned, but didn't' pay much attention to my grumbling.
"Saiiiii!" he called. A few moments later I was vaguely introduced to a knew voice.
"Is something—what is that?"
"He was collapsed on the ground."
A pasty white boy knelt down in front of me and smiled. I didn't like his smile, I wanted to get away from him, and tried to wiggle off. Two more people came when the original voice called "Kakashi, Sakura!" They decided to take me to their village, and when they decided the pasty one would take me, I became tired and resumed my half unconscious sleep.
When we got there, I told him everything. The message was passed to the Hokage, and they sent a squad to check things out. My clan had been eradicated except for myself. I didn't know how to take the news, so I thanked them. I was put into the house of the last living member of the Watanabe clan. He was an old man, and I distasted him for the for year of my living with him, but when he began telling me stories of when he was a young and much more powerful ninja, I was fascinated with him. When i told him who my mother and father were, he smiled. He's known them a long time ago.
"You're definitely part of a very proud clan, than." he told me. I asked why, and in answer, he gave me a scroll. He told me it was a present from my father, and that it held special jutsu in it that thought he couldn't learn, said that I should master it before I become a Genin. I asked what he meant, but he answered just to pat me on the head.
It took me probably five—one year longer than the average student—to master the scroll and finally passed. The year before I had purposely failed the exam. In those fife years though, i made friends with a total of one person: Hyuuga Katsuo. I just call him Kat for short, since I was deemed the laziest student to pass in some number of years. Tomorrow, I am an officially a Genin of Konoha village. I wont lie, I'm sad that my caretaker (I still don't know his name) died before he could see me pass, but that's okay. I know he's smiling wherever he's at. Kat'll be here tomorrow to wake me up. He'll probably be flirting with my adoptive sister, Nat, while he's waiting but I don't mind. She likes him a lot, too, it makes me happy to see her happy. I myself am still trying to get over the fact that I really don't have kooties. Besides, the only girl out there for me says I got plant food in my head. She's just being cute, I bet.
This is my last day as a student for the Konoha ninja academy, and the first entry in this journal all together. Tomorrow starts my journey as a ninja. I'm pretty damn excited, but to be honest, I'm nervous, too. If i get Uzumaki Naruto as my sensei, I might kill myself. He's the meanest ever. Worse than... Shikamaru-sensei. Best of luck!