I am a woman with a difficult and complicated past. Many think me evil, yet they do not fully understand.
Many years ago, a ninja and his kunoichi wife were sent to the Blood Mist Village. Though the mission was simple, it required much time. They conceived, and on the 11th of naga-tsuki, Yoshino Nara gave birth to a black-haired, green-eyed girl, whom they named Skai. Shikaku Nara suggested that they leave her in the hospital while they took the chance to relax back home, where they could better defend themselves.
Unfortunately, when they went to pick up their beloved eldest daughter, she was not there, for she had been stolen by a senile old woman who claimed to be her grandmother. Though they searched long and hard, they were called back to Konohagakure no Sato. Their desperate search was deemed doomed, and the child was left to be raised by the old, senile woman for three years.
On the third year of my life, I was taken from my kidnapper by a peculiar pair, the Demon Brothers. The old woman's heart failed in their attack. They dragged me off to their hideout and threw me into a fairly small, dark room with nothing more than a crack in the ceiling for light and a couple ragged blankets on the floor.
Though I cried myself to sleep the first few nights, I quickly adjusted. I had a strong will that kept me going through nearly any hardship. Since I was held in the room constantly with the only human contact being when they threw me food or changed my chamber pot, I quickly became bored. After playing dress-up with the blankets, trying to jump to touch the ceiling, and playing paddy-cake with myself, I began randomly kicking and punching in the air. At first my form was terrible, but the shinobi blood ran hot in my veins, and after two years, I had mastered taijutsu to at least the extent of chuunin and was as silent as any jounin.
Once I could no longer improve until I was older and was shown some new techniques, I tired of the same forms over and over again. Since I had little common sense at that age, I decided to defy gravity and climb up the wall. With the small amount of logic I had at five years old, I figured that if I forced my feet to stick to the wall, it would work. Miraculously, after multiple attempts, each with their own small successes and failures, I walked up the wall.
I could feel the energy that held them in place in my feet, and limitless options sprung into my mind. I learned to intensify my eyesight and hearing. Through this force that I would later learn was called "chakra", I could move faster than ever. I learned to manipulate the air around me and lash out with it and bind things. Once in a while I would try out a new idea and find that it was nigh impossible to force my mind to concentrate, for some odd reason.
After two more years, I decided that I no longer wished to be cooped up in a small room for the rest of my life. I carefully listened for the Demon Brothers to leave the house. Beforehand, I had realized that I would need some amount of provisions, so I searched the house until I had found food. I used a random bag to stuff it all in. On my way out, I noticed some sharp, pointy objects. Eagerly, I grabbed a few handfuls and stuffed them on top of the food.
I exited the house without confrontation and began wandering the village. I had become wary of people, so I stuck to the shadows until I at last found my way out of Kirigakure no Sato.
I do not know why the Demon Brothers kept me for four years. For that matter, I do not even know why they captured me in the first place.
In the wilderness, I soon ran out of food. I learned to use the weapons I had obtained, but had found no opportunity to use them yet. Finally, I came across a hare. Unfortunately for it, I had better speed and agility, so it was soon wriggling in my grasp. It broke its own neck in its desperation, and I attempted to take a bite. I came up spitting hair out of my mouth. After a brief meditation upon the problem, I skinned the hare. After another attempt at a bite, I found the meat to be too tough, and that it tasted nothing like the browner food I had been given. I could think of no way to make it edible. I wandered about with my catch, hoping to find a solution.
After a couple hours of walking and trying to keep off the flies, I spotted an orange light in the distance. I cautiously approached and found two men asleep by a blazing center of warmth. I decided to experiment and set the hare on this blazing phenomenon. To my delight, the glowing orange thing spread over the animal and turned it the brown I was so familiar with. Completely not to my delight, the hare began turning a crispy black and started flaking away. I quickly snatched it from the heat. The heat suddenly on my fingers caused me to cast my catch into the forest. I raced after it, finding it cooled enough to touch and eat by its short flight. I dug in, finding the meat much more edible.
Once the bones had been cleaned, I crept up to the two men. They carried a pack each, sitting at their feet. I dug through their possessions, finding a differently shaped sharp object in each bag, plenty of food, and a box-like thing that carried water. I gathered up my new items and headed back into the wilderness.
Many years passed in the wilderness. I found many small villages and learned much in each: the names of all the discoveries I had made, such as chakra, kunai and shuriken, knives, fire, and more; how to use hand signs, which overcame the sudden inability to concentrate I would occasionally experience on more difficult jutsus; and several new jutsus.
I developed several unique jutsus. My most powerful was kuro kage kaze no jutsu. When enacted, I would use wind chakra to sweep over an area and cover it in shadow. Once the shadows were settled, I could completely control anything in them. Though it was powerful, it consumed almost half of my chakra reserves. Another weakness was that large concentrations of chakra somehow defied the jutsu and rendered my victim unharmed.
At some point I figured out that there was a much easier way to obtain any provisions than hunting and stealing:mugging. When executed correctly, it was quick, clean, and left no witnesses. It also was more entertaining and improved my skills more than thieving. Also, since I had never had a true connection with anyone, I felt no guilt when I killed the people. They were more-so objects that I could benefit from than actual people to me. Luckily, I learned who ninja were before I attacked any.
For the course of eight years, I sharpened my skills and gained the possessions of my victims. Soon, I possessed enough wealth to compete with some of the richest clans and had the skills to defeat a jounin, even without kuro kage kaze.
Though I wished to stay independent of all the competing villages, at the age of fifteen, I encountered a pair that would change the course of my life.
