The Clan of the Missing
Prologue
Much has happened in the past thirteen years. Thirteen years ago you would look at Konoha as it is today and weep. Gone was the once vibrant society. Gone was the economic prosperity. And gone is the military security of which Konoha was once renowned for. Because thirteen years ago, before the incident of the demon wolf, this was not Konoha. Thirteen years ago, Konoha was brimming with power, economic and military. Its trade routes flourished with the protection of its military and it dominated the world with its economy.
But that was thirteen years ago.
Before thirteen years ago, Konoha called upon two clans in times of need. One was the Yuga which survives until today. The other remains only in the memories of those who lived long enough. They rarely think of the name of this ominous clan, renowned, and feared, for its skills though many know of the kindness they extend to those in need. For they have all been silenced. Though they know, they may never speak of this strange clan.
They were members of an elite. The elite. So elusive this clan can be that it was once believed that even if you were the most sensitive of ninjas, they could stand right in front of you and you won't even know it. So varied were its techniques of battle that for every technique there is, they can counter with a thousand. So deadly and terrifying were its ways of torture that the mere mention of the clan would strike fear into the hearts of the deadliest of assassins. So talented were its youth that a child of only four years old would be able to master its most secret techniques without the tutorship of any mentor. And so effective were its ways of battle that a child of six can defeat and outstanding army of Jonin class ninjas. The power of even one member of this clan is more than enough to overthrow the Kages and destroy every life on earth a million times over.
But on one night, about thirteen years ago, there came tragedy…
The night is dark. Silent. Innocent. So… perfect. This is the final block that will secure the future of the Akatsuki. And the plan is perfect. The husband's mission, the moment, the new moon, and the starless sky are all in perfect alignment. Everything is taken into careful consideration.
Bonsa made sure of it. For months he studied the small family, careful not to let his presence known to any of them. Weeks before, he refined his skills and mastered the technique that enabled him to see everything that happens from a thousand miles away. And, through his technique and months of study, he knows that he only has a few moments.
Because in a few minutes the mother will return from tending the garden. But that doesn't bother him.
All he needs is a moment.
But Bonsa must hurry. He is weary of the mother's return. Anything unsure makes him uncomfortable.
He enters the child's room. He is sleeping. Just as Bonsa expected.
He smiled.
The position of the sleeping boy was more than helpful. It was simply… inviting. He could hardly contain himself. But this wasn't the position he wanted. He didn't want the child to grow up and forget. No.
He wanted the child to grow up and see how he caused the fall of his kin.
He wanted the child to live in agony of the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.
But most of all, he wanted the child to be consumed by fear and hatred… especially hatred.
Very carefully, he shifted the position of the sleeping boy, very aware of the fact that the boy, though very young, can be very dangerous. Luckily, the child continued to sleep.
Good.
Bonsa now took off his gloves, carefully lifted the boy's shirt, touched the child's skin, and delivered the curse.