When I was born my family had been happy and had every reason to see a hopeful and bright future for me and my sister. I don't even remember her name anymore. But as out village changed, training fields turned to hot springs and hotels. When the economy turned to tourism instead of militaristics the shinobi were left with nothing but menial tasks; things left to genin were being done by jonin.
My father was a proud man and refused to be a commoner, not when it was his place in life to protect them, so when he couldn't be the man he saw himself as anymore he left our family; my mother, sister, and I. My mother kept us feed. Now I know how but then I wondered where she would go all night to come home when the sun rose to sleep only to go out again when the moon was in the sky with her six inch heels in hand and red dress tightly bundled around her thighs. When money grew thin and she couldn't take care of us Mother would leave us at a church. The nuns there would feed us and gave us bed to sleep in, we would work in their gardens and scrub the floors until Mother would come back and take us home. Everything would be okay again for a few days then it would turn sour again.
Then one night Mother took my sister with her and when she returned home she had a hand full of cash and my sister was nowhere to be found. Mother told me had had gone to stay with the angels. I believed her and wondered why I hadn't been able to go as well.
That winter my mother went with the angels as well, only she had forgotten so take me with her. She must have told them about be though because soon after that the angels came for me to. They took me from my home in the middle of the night when snow covered the ground and took me to a dark place. They hurt me, purified me, and when they could do no more to me they gave me a blade to big and to heavy to hold in my hands and told me it was my turn to see my mother and sister and be with God. I cut my wrists, I cut my throat and I pieced my heart.
That's when God spoke to me and told me it was not my time to die.
He had plans for me.
They called me and angel.