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Yami's Past

By: biacebaolck

I was born…and then, mother died. That is what my grandmother, the only person I ever had kindness from, told me. Even though she is my mother's mother, she is my grandmother, and I love her as much as a daughter could ever love her mother.

Every time father beats me, which is always, when he comes back from his drinking and work. He barely is sober. My grandmother and I are victims to his mood swings and drunkenness.

He yells out, things that I was not supposed to ever know, like, how I wasn't really his child, and that I was born a child of Darkness, hence my name, 'Yami'. It literally means, 'Darkness'. When I was born, Darkness seemed to surround me and everyone was afraid of me…I don't know why…why?

The villagers hate me. They treat me like I can't even understand them. I failed my graduation exam from the Academy 5 times in a row. And, each time, they said things like, "Did that child ACTUALLY think she was going to graduate? Please…" "I know! Who'd ACTUALLY let HER graduate?", "Serves her right, the little whelp." and etc.

I know what you're thinking. Why did I keep on going to school? I was young…I didn't even need to go to school yet…but grandmother wanted me to have an edge…so I still went. And endured 5 times…of hurt.

One day, on my 6th failing, I felt so upset…that I…I…I wanted to make them shut up. I closed my eyes tightly and began to cry, trying to drown out their taunts and sneers, which were growing in number, as their children…my classmates…made fun of me as well.

Then, I heard the horrible teasing stop abruptly and screams emitted through the air. I opened my eyes and backed away at what I saw. Dark…I don't know how to explain it…but somehow, the Darkness within me reacted and…and…started crushing them. I was so scared…I ran away…I ran home…

And the screams grew louder as I ran.

I ran to my grandmother, hoping to find comfort…but she was dead…finally killed by my father's drunken rages. He saw me…ambled up to me…and began beating me. For a child so much younger than him…it hurt me…a lot…I wanted it stop… I'd do anything…

And then, I heard a horrible yell and terrified scream coming from HIM, and I knew what had happened. He was dead…killed by my own Darkness. I lived in solitude for what seemed like forever, alone…

All the villagers kept away from me now, but they always whispered behind my back, and warning their children to stay away from me.

I always come to school, even though I know they will not respect me there. The children, they call me names, and I am hurt. I leave them alone…because they do not deserve to die. They do not know why the adults and their older brothers and sisters stay away. They think it is all a game…hurting my feelings…making me feel worthless.

One day, they were playing ball, and the ball was accidentally kicked up towards the mountains. Moans of sadness came out as they found out they could not find it by simply looking at the mountains. I willed the Darkness to get the ball for me. I wanted to make friends…I was so lonely.

They watched as the ball came down and appeared in my hands. I stepped out of the shadow. "Here." I held it out to them. But they realized who I was. Their parents must have told them what happened, because soon, they were running away from me. "No! Please, don't go!" I yelled after them.

I didn't want them to leave. I wanted them to stay. And play with me… It was lonely being by myself. The Darkness appeared and grasped their legs, pulling them backwards. I can still remember their screams.

Terrified, I let them go, and they ran screaming into the village. I felt hurt…being called monster by them. I was no monster…was I? I left the ball, where they had been playing. It hurt, even to look at it. I grabbed the ointment that my grandmother had always put on my wounds and rushed after them. I followed one to his house and knocked.

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry…it must have hurt…here…" I offered him the ointment. "Put this on your wounds…it'll get better faster." He regarded me suspiciously and slammed the door in my face.

"As if I'd take something from you! Monster!"

I ran home and started crying. I was lonely…why didn't anyone like me? I was normal…I was normal…I wanted friends…I wouldn't kill them… Why was I the only one? Why was I the one to have to go through this? Why ME?

I must have cried for a long time, because when I heard something, it did not sound pleasant. I felt fire…flames…heat around me… I opened my eyes. My house…was burning. I was terrified. I could not move.

But, the Darkness within me had plans for me, and did not want me to die just yet. It contained me in itself and after a long while in the never-ending Darkness…I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I was alone…found by the Sound Village. I did my best to keep my Darkness under control…I did not want to lose the friends I had made in this nice village. I was 7 when I had arrived to that village. And I stayed for 4 years, living peacefully and happily with my newfound friends and family.

There…in Sound Village…I learned kindness and compassion. I graduated easily and early…because there were people who believed in me…people who trusted me…and no one who made me feel worthless. To everyone…I was worth…something…worth talking to…worth caring for…worth loving. I loved every second of it.

But one day, a few days after I turned 12, when our village was being attacked and everyone was fleeing in terror, I got angry. That village attacking us…had NO RIGHT. We had done nothing to them… Angrily, I had let my Darkness escape. It had been easier to control then, because I knew how to make it move. Make it obey my will. But…it was not completely under my control. It weaved from attacks that I alone could not have made it done. Inwardly…I had been relieved. I would not have to make my Darkness move on its own…without help.

I had glared at the ninjas that were coming in and killing. I willed my Darkness to kill them…kill them all… Their screams of pain and terror will never leave me memory, but I don't care now. They deserved it. No one makes war on my village…without my permission (which I will NEVER give)…EVER again…

I felt angry…and I wanted to kill them…kill them all…make them suffer… Because I had recognized what shinobi had been attacking. They were my village…my first, Chi Village…but, because of how they treated me…I had felt no remorse or hurt any longer as they screamed at the sight of me… They had thought me dead. I realized it then. THEY were the ones that burned my house, hoping I'd die. But they did not know I had survived and had grown stronger under the love of the Sound.

I used it to my advantage. No ninja that had come left alive. But, as I turned to go, I saw the stunned faces of my family…my TRUE shinobi family…all just…staring. I was scared. I thought they would abandon me once they found out my secret…and now, it seemed like it was going to happen. I was scared.

But…one…stood out from the crowd. He was different from the others, with golden eyes, pale features and long black hair. Funny…I had never seen him before. He smiled at me… I flinched. I did not feel like I should talk to him…but funny thing was…the Darkness inside of me wanted to. "What is your name?" he asked, his voice raspy. I swear…the Darkness was beginning to like him…and I did too… Oh well…

"Yami…" I had said softly, almost in a whisper. I looked at my feet, embarrassed. "I was named after the Darkness that dwells within me…" My eyes had flashed with anger if I remember correctly. "May I ask you…why? Why did they treat me like dirt? Why did they make ME go through all the pain? Why was there never a kind word or action?" Tears were falling down my face now. "WHY!" I glared at him, as though it was his fault, clenching my teeth and hands.

"Because they are afraid of what they cannot understand." My eyes widened. Was THAT it? But…why be afraid? "But…" he smiled his sickening smile at me. "I find things that I cannot understand…rather interesting…"

I had looked at the villagers, not looking at his eyes. I was ashamed at yelling at him. I was ashamed at trying to think it was HIS fault. It wasn't his at all. I always thought it was someone's…and it was mine. My fault. That I was born…into this world. "It's my fault…all mine…" Tears began falling yet again down my face. "If I hadn't been born…no one…would've…its all my fault…it's my…fault…"

"No…it isn't." My adopted mother, Yumi, said, walking towards me and giving me a comforting hug.

"Ahem…" he coughed. Yumi let go, and stepped back as he viewed me through golden eyes. "Yami. What are two things you'd like to have?"

"Grandmother." I said immediately. "And having a family that will always love me and never leave or betray me."

"You already have the latter." Yumi smiled at me. "Us." I smiled back.

"Grandmother?" he questioned. Inwardly, I had bristled. Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Too much questions! He's prying too much… Besides! Why is HE so curious about GRANDMOTHER? That was what I had been thinking back then, at that precise moment.

"When I was living in Chi village…my grandmother was the only one who loved me…and showed me kindness…"

"Would you like her back?" I had looked at him, wide-eyed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can bring her back…but at a price…" he smiled. Inwardly, I shivered, but my Darkness loved every minute of it. Curse it all!

"What price?" I found myself asking.

"If you work for me for a while…I'll bring her back." I had believed it. I could tell he had the power to do so. The moment I laid eyes on him, my Darkness had told me how strong he was. He was more than strong. He was powerful…invincible…immortal… I accepted and from that day on, the life that I had once known…was no longer. Sure, I could back to Sound and visit my family when I wasn't busy…but I saw bad things about them that I hadn't seen before. They hid it from me as I lived with them earlier on when I was younger…but the restraints on their bad habits broke and I saw who they truly were.

Yumi had a bad temper…just like my father when he was drunk. But I still love her, and she loves me, though her temper is shorter nowadays because one of her daughters married someone she didn't like. I felt for her and comforted her. It was the first time I ever showed even some proof of 'love' after my grandmother died.

And…what did I do for that stranger? That is of no concern of yours. His name was Orochimaru, and I became one of his strongest fighters, just behind Kabuto-sensei, and way stronger than Kimimaru and the Sound 5. Kabuto-sensei taught me everything I needed to know…how to act emotionless when killing, how to not let your emotions get the better of you…how to convince others to do what was needed and how to use my abilities. Hell, he even taught me how to use my chakra for healing purposes! Kabuto-sensei was a good teacher…and patient. He was there for me when I needed him and I was there for him. It was an unspoken agreement, one that we both were aware of.

But, I really want my grandmother back with me… Will Orochimaru really bring my grandmother back to life? Or is he just using me?