I'm super sorry it took so long my computer was having some issues. So it's finally here.

And there is no Gore in this chapter

He wasn't sure what had happened. The few things that he could remember, played over and over, echoing inside his head, like a terrible nightmare that he'd just woken up from. It would of been so much easier if he 
could just forget. But no, he couldn't forget, how could he? His world had just been tipped over. Warped into a mess of sadness and blood.

In a single moment his 'far from perfect, but still satisfying' life had been utterly destroyed, and the broken pieces were scattered around him like broken glass. How could they leave him like this? How could she leave 
him?

He now understood the old proverb, 'Never make someone your every thing because when they're gone you'll have nothing'

Looking down at his blood-splattered hands he let a tear fall from his eye. Rain started. It was just a drizzle at first but time passed by and the light drizzle became a downpour. It was a good thing too. The rain washed away the gore around him, and made his salty tears wash away too.

People passed the sobbing child like he was invisible. To them, he and the gruesome scene pretty much were unobservable. Death, and orphaned children were just an every day event in a war-ridden country like this. 
Nobody would even consider helping the child, because the only people that any of the villagers could trust were themselves. They didn't care for any one but themselves in Mist village. Why would they? If they tried to help 
some one, or show compassion it would only show weakness, and they'd either end up getting mugged, or killed.

He'd seen it many times before and never thought much about it. Someone, normally a forigner, would go soft over an abandoned child and offer food or money to the malnourished kid. That was where they'd made their 
mistake. Once somebody in the Mist village knew that you had wealth or sustenance you were done for. He'd seen many people fall into this same trap, and none of them came out alive. It wasn't just visitors either
Nagato had seen shinobi of many ranks die trying to help the less fortunate

Nagato had been abandoned at a very young age. His father had been killed before he even knew that he had a son, leaving his young mother to raise a child on her own, in one of the worst nations in the world. When
Nagato was born he had been born with a "birth defect" as his mother called it. His eyes held a ripple pattern.
Because of this his mother hated him; she rejected him with her whole body, only giving him food and shelter to spite him with the worthless life he was living. Now and then Nagato would cover his eyes with his hair so 
his mother wouldn't have to see the eyes she hated so much. Nagato wasn't even given a name or even allowed out side. His mother was afraid that the village would kill her if they found out about her 'different'
son.

He didn't hate his mother because of this; instead he blamed himself for his mother's unhappiness. He was too young to understand that he was being punished. He was only 5 when his mother died from pneumonia 
cursing his name. After that it was him against the world.

The Mist village was not a place for a small child. If you were going to live there you'd have to know how to fend for yourself. Fighting or pick pocketing, were skills that every one had in Mizugure, at least the ones who 
didn't have a death wish. Nagato was more for the pick pocketing. He's learned this skill from a traveling merchant and picked up on it right away. It was less work than fighting and if he was caught there was only a 
60 chance he would be killed.

Nagato was much like everyone else in the Mist, stealing someone else's dinner to have his own.

By the time he was 6 he had joined a small group of homeless children that worked together to earn their bread the idea of the group was very functional. Mostly it was to share your earnings with the group. Everyone 
earned their fair share so no one went hungry for a long period of time.

Still name-less and lacking socializing abilities Nagato got by with being was the youngest in the little group, and the quickest, most experienced thief. So when he saw a worthy target he wouldn't think twice about asking the group.
That's what happened on the day he met her. It was just a normal run through the market but something caught his eye. It was the back of a young woman's yukata. The yukata stuck out like a sore thumb. Instead of 
the normal earth tones, it was a dark blue, it wasn't just plain fabric there was a delicate pattern of purple silk clouds sprinkled all over it.

Was this person a complete idiot? Did she want to be killed? Her kimono pretty much said "Hey guess what? I'm rich, weak, and defenseless! Rob me!" It didn't matter to Nagato at the time but, this poor woman 
wouldn't last a day with that look. Nagato ran closer in curiosity, trying to see just who this dimwit was. He couldn't see her face exactly but he could tell by her body that she was at least 25, well fed, but not over 
weight. Some how the fact that someone who could buy a kimono like that was in a village like this bothered Nagato.

'Couldn't she just use her money to move to some place better like Konaha?' he said silently to him self 'Why is she here?! If she likes it here so much couldn't she just buy this little town, it isn't much. And that 
yukata, it's almost like she's bragging about being better than all of us!'

'You know what?' he thought 'She is going to be robbed... and I'm going to be the one to do it' a smirk came across his face as he imagined how long the group would be fed from this. He walked casually down the 
street trying to look normal. Well as normal as a dirty six and a half wearing an over sized stained T-shirt and boxers could. The child waited for his chance while pretending to look at some freshly caught fish.

Nagato had never had fish before. His stomach growled at the thought of a warm meal. Ugh, he was losing his concentration. He looked over; the woman was still looking at the stand she was staring at before.
Now that he was closer he had a better look at this girl's head. She had light silver, almost white hair that was pulled back with a dark cloth. Her hair had an amusing zigzag. She wasn't beautiful, nor was she ugly. Her eyes were big and blue, and she had three scars over her left.

It seemed like it'd be easy enough to grab her wallet and go.
It'd been at least 13 minutes since he'd started watching her, and though Nagato was a thief he was still a child and hated to be kept waiting. A few more minutes passed and finally she gave the store owner a big goofy lopsided smile and pulled out her wallet to pay for her goods. This was when Nagato made his move.

Was that okay? I know it seems OOC right now but this is about Nagato-chan as a child up to when Jiriya taught him, so this is supposed to be about how he became who he is today. So if he seems OCC, he was meant to. Also this is a flashback but it's kinda obvious now so next chapter isn't going to be italicized.

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