Have you ever heard people say, just start at the beginning? Well I have and do you know what I say to people like that? I tell them that there is no beginning for people like me, only endings. I'm going to tell you about my life until this point and I think it´s a good idea to start at the day my life as that girl ended. Yes that´s a good start for my story.

I was never appreciated in my home, not by my father, my sister or my cousin who was still the nicest of the three. All I ever did was disappointing my father, I never was as good as my younger sister in my home school studies even if I was above high school level, I was never as strong as my cousin in the martial arts that they taught us.

This was the day my father held over me another one of his lectures about how disappointing I was and that I should be more like them.

You might think that I threw a tantrum like most little girls do when they´ve had enough but not me, I just lowered my head and headed to my room like always.

I stayed there packing all the clothes I dubbed good enough to take with me, not any of the clothes my father wanted us to wear with all the laces, skirts and stuff like that.

The only reason my sister put up with that was because she knew that is she wanted out father to favor her, she had to obey by every rule he placed. I stuffed all my stuff in to a duffle bag and a small backpack, they didn´t even bother getting me for dinner that night probably thinking that I was crying my eyes out like I used to do.

But no more of that, I would change, no more miss nice girl, no more miss crybaby, no more softness.

I headed out of my room and took the keys to one of my fathers' cars, the truck he always said was a piece of trash. The dining room was at the other end of the house so I didn´t need to worry about begin stopped.

When I saw the truck I expected something else than the huge red car that awaited me.

I was only fifteen but I knew the basics to drive a car and ones when I had been really upset my cousin had let me drive his car for a quarter mile to cheer me up, so I knew how to drive.

I threw my bags in the back seat and when I was about to take a seat inside I saw that on the back of the truck was an old beat up Harley and I smirked. If luck was with me I could sell the truck and use the bike in stead.

When I started the truck it surprised my how quiet it was and even if I stuck my head out the window it barley emitted a sound. I could probably sell it for 25.000 maybe 30.000 if I was lucky and held my cards right.

I drove out of the driveway and when I hit the highway I punched the gas and speeded to the place I'd always wanted to go to, Konoha, the biggest city around.

All that night I drove and most of the morning too and I thanked the heavens that no one seemed to care that an obviously underage girl was driving in the city.

When I came to an auto shop I was very lucky and managed to sell the truck for 10.000 and get the Harley fixed and painted silver too. When I had staid in Konoha for two weeks I finally got the bike and a phone number that would help me get some training here in the big city.

I learned everything from my master everything from firing a gun to killing people in the most brutal way you could imagine. My first four years here weren´t much, the first three I trained under my master and the last one I spent earning a reputation around the city as the youngest assassin ever to lived.

And here I am standing on a rooftop waiting for the right moment to pull of my biggest job yet and surprisingly it isn´t assassination.