The years went by slowly. She stood there staring over the trees that blew with the wind. She came to this spot trying to remember her life before she came here. She had been trained to her abilities but…there was always danger. Now that her body could control the power that was given to her, there lies the problem. It was certain that with war being rumored to start, that they would be sought out by all sides. Her sisters wouldn't allow her to do it, none of them would anyways. Her own brown hair she had let grow out, but not as long as Tsukikos. Isza changed her hair color with dye because it was getting difficult to tell them apart, especially since she had mastered turning off her eyes. She sported black hair with red clip ins, just to be different. She would probably never know but she was the mirror of the original.
There were no more crazy inputs of her thoughts, she was a seasoned ninja, forced to go native to survive. Though she couldn't admit truthfully that her old self slipped through.
With the training, she had become more fearful of what she could do. The power she held would end up being too much, she had heard. Once they had escaped Sasuke's group as well as the leaf shinobi, they had oddly not run into the Akatsuki. The last she saw of them was when Tobi had come to visit them one last time to tell them one thing:
"Your time will come…and you will all be used for your purpose."
Crashing came from behind her and she darted around turning on her Sharingan to catch the man who was coming after her. She looked for any signs of Akatsuki, leaf ninja, or team taka, and was glad to see a bright and shining head band with an insignia she didn't recognize at all. He darted at her in a zig-zag line, making hand signs. Her moves weren't her own as she ran towards him as well, performing the same jutsu.
He shot out a gush of what looked like oil towards her and the last minute she jumped up and changed the last handsign, fire coming from her mouth and burning the oil around the unfortunate man. She cringed hearing him scream and reached forward to save him from going over the edge but he fell. Turning away she hid her face in her hands.
No matter how hard she tried, something in her was making her do these evil things. Stealing, murder, destruction, these were all a daily part of her life now. What was happening to her? What had they done to her? What was she even still doing here when she could most likely go home? What would she do now?
Just plain…What?
As usual, we start with a prologue for this final part of the triplet's story. enjoy!