A/N: This is about Haku, and I don't own Naruto, though it would be sweet... (le sigh)

I sat there watching my mother worrying. She had been crying, now she turned to me and said, "Haku, I need you to promise me something."

I stared up at her, the sadness and fear in her eyes told me better than to complain, "Yes mommy. I promise."

She grabbed my shoulders then and hugged me, I pretended as if I couldn't feel her tears slipping down her face to land upon my shoulder. She looked at me then and said, "Never show your father those powers. Do you understand?"

I stood there quietly, she shook me then, "Haku you have to understand. You know I love you right? Everything I do is for you." She wiped away her tears and said to me, "I love you Haku."

"I love you too mommy."

She hugged me again then left. I sat there puzzled at what had happened. What had been wrong with me? I had scared mommy. I said, quietly, "I'm sorry."

Then I ran out of the room. I ran out of the house, out into the permanent mist. Snowflakes fell upon me. I shivered slightly through the cold, I was dressed in a simple shirt and some baggy pants. I wasn't going to go back inside. Not yet. The fear was still too strong. The fear of my father. He was afraid of the ice, the water I could manipulate. He was afraid of me, yet he didn't know it yet. He only abused my mother for it. I was eight years old, it hadn't been hard for me to learn that I was a problem.

I had run all the way too the lake. The lake was where all my problems had started. This lake was my enemy. I glared at it and quickly began using my hands. A small amount of water had begun to rise out of the lake. There was a fish in it. I glared again. I knew that no matter what I did the lake wouldn't get hurt, it was just liquid. I glowered and violently moved my hands to the side, flinging the ball of water into a tree. The fish was dead at once. the little droplets of water flew in every direction. But I was still helpless. I spat once, then left the lake again.

I came home to hear shouting, then a crash. I dared not to enter through the door. I heard my father,

"You tried to hide this from me! You gave up your right to protect him when you married me."

I grimaced and imagined my fathers ugly face yelling. Then I heard a thud, which had sounded a lot like a body hitting the ground.

My mother was whimpering now, "I only wanted him to be safe."

"Well it cost you your life. Bloodline Bitch!"

My mother wasn't talking anymore, just a quick scream, then she was gone. I sat there, outside my own house where my father had just killed my mother. I clenched my fist and felt the tears running down my face. They splashed into the snow. Melting little pieces away. Then I stood up, and walked in. The site that greeted me was too much to handle. My mother had a kunai stuck into her neck, laying there. She looked so out of place. her beauty was stuck in this despair. It was wrong. I quietly went into my room. I grabbed a couple shirts and a bag of money before hearing him.

"Running away are we?"

I glared at him in response, he laughed.

"Did you really think I would let you go?"

I looked up at him and said, "No father."

His face flashed with anger he screamed, "I'll kill you."

I looked again, straight into his eyes that were filled with hate, I glared then. I stood straight and met his glare. He twitch a little, a tiny bit of fear flashed in his eyes, though he masked it quickly with a sadistic grin. He began to laugh insanely. I stared at him bluntly and asked, "What's so funny?"

He stopped laughed then and met my glare, "I'm going to kill you."

I gasped, he wouldn't he couldn't, not here. Too many people would see. But he wouldn't have cared, would he? I said, shakily, "You can't."

My father stared back at me, he grinned, "Try me."

Then he rushed forwards, his kunai ready. saliva was dripping from his mouth as he insanely rushed me. I admit that I was terrified. I saw him coming and screamed. I threw my arms out in front of me and shouted, "SCREW YOU!"

Then it was silent. No more footsteps or harsh words. Just me, all alone in a scenario of death. I opened my eyes and saw my father. He was centimeters away from me. But he was dying. An icicle was protruding from the ground, it had shot up into his chest. His eyes were open, and his breath landed upon my face. He reeked of sake. He spoke then. He said the words that would ruin my life, and crush my soul.

"You are nothing. You are worthless."

Then the kunai slipped from his hand and he closed his eyes. I stood there stunned, I fell to my knees, crying. Hot burning tears ran down my cheeks. "You... You bas-" then I screamed, "YOU BASTARD!"

I got too my knees and fled the house, never wanting too return. All I had was that kunai. Yet it was enough, the weapon reassured me. It made me feel safer. After some time as a street urchin I had begun to learn. I learned to kill, to steal, to hurt. I had grown, I was changed. In daylight I did my business. In night I crept back to my haunt. It was nothing more then a bleak alley. I slept under a doorway through which nobody ever went.

I had stolen some clothes and a blanket, my existence wasn't a lot, It wasn't anywhere near enough. But I had realized that I lived for this. This alley was my life, and I didn't have much else to do. I was hunted as an assassin. I was alone in this world. I had no purpose. I was completely alone.

Hrmm. darke rhten intended...