Alright, so this is my own Naruto fanfiction with my own character (obviously I don't own Naruto, but I had this idea). It will be placed in Naruto Shippuden and will sort of follow the story. This will be about Naria's life, but the events of Shippuden will still happen. Themes of Shippuden will be threaded through it, but there may be slight difference's. Also, spoiler's will obviously be included, so if you haven't watched Shippuden read at your own risk.

Themes - Hurt, Violence, anger, pain then friendship, family, adventure and eventually Love.

Prologue

I've heard people say before that princesses – and princes – are supposed to be respected by their people, revered, and looked upon for guidance once they were older and wiser. Yet, for the first seven years of my life in my parent's secluded village, I was treated like a freak instead of the princess that I was born to be. I was seen as a vicious monster that could snap and kill everyone around her in an unforeseeable second and many wanted me dead because of that. I was shunned, feared and tormented by all who lived in the kingdom... and pretty much everyone and anyone who knew who – and what – I actually was.

I was born into a family that ruled a kingdom that was hidden in a large valley within a mountain that sat at the border between the land of fire and land of wind, so absolutely everyone within it knew who I was and some outside of it knew too because rumours travel faster than the truth. The valley of dreams, it was a valley full of many cynical, arrogant, fearful, narrow minded people who wouldn't accept anything that was even slightly abnormal, so you can probably imagine how they felt about me because I was vastly abnormal. It didn't help that my mother added to their fear.

See, on the evening that I came into this world, some sort of unknown being sealed itself away – at least I think it sealed itself away; if it had help is a mystery to me – within my body for some unknown reason. From that day on everyone feared me because people fear the unknown more than anything in this world; everyone ran from me or avoided me the moment they saw me or tried to kill me, and there was only one person who could actually look into my eyes with no fear in theirs – he could also look into my eyes for more than thirty seconds without any hostile emotions within his. My parents knew that what was within me wasn't one of the tailed beasts they'd heard about – even I knew that – still, they were equally as scared of me, maybe even more so then the people of our kingdom, though it was my mother, more than my father. They were also ashamed of me and disgusted by me; my mother constantly saying straight to my face that her real daughter had died when the being had entered my body; that only a monster resided now – she never even said my name. Even my father treated me strangely and wanted me to stay locked away in the castle because he couldn't let a monster near his people I suppose; he would become angry with me when I snuck out and went to my secret place. After that, the whole kingdom stated that their princess was dead and only the monster remained within her body, meaning I should be killed before it was too late and I hurt someone. They all saw me as a monster instead of seeing me as the baby and the child that I was back then; I was innocent and unknowing yet they feared me.

My name is Yukina Naria (it's a rare name, I admit. It means night sky) and I am the third child of King Yukina Itaru – he'd normally be called lord – and Queen Yukina Ayana (formally Kohinata because she had my grandmothers last name), the king and queen of the hidden valley of dreams. My two older siblings are my brothers Prince Riku (land) and Prince Nobu (trust), while even though I was meant to be my parent's last child originally, because they only wanted three, they (luckily, as my mother saw it) had another daughter – Princess Ayame (Iris). My mother named her after her favourite flower.

I looked a little different to my siblings because of my... situation; because when that being entered my body my raven black hair turned snow white and a white mark of some kind appeared above my heart. Our father had ebony black hair and dark chocolate brown eyes, while our mother had brown hair and very dark blue eyes. Riku and I have our father's hair colour (or at least, I had originally had it until my hair turned white) and Nobu has brown hair like our mother, while Ayame's was in-between with dark brown hair. As for our eyes, Riku and I take after our mother, although our eyes are slightly darker then both of theirs, while Nobu and Ayame take after our father with dark chocolate brown eyes. All of us kids had be differences in age, other than Ayame and me. Riku was born first, then five years late Nobu was born. Then I was born three years later, and Ayame was born two years after me. If we went by the twelve months in a year it went Ayami, Riku, me and then finally Nobu in the birthday order.

My siblings, once they knew enough, were pretty much scared of me too, seeing me mostly as a freak – though I will say Ayame didn't know any better, so she can't be blamed. She was younger than I was and was doing what she was told. What she was told was to avoid me at all costs. That is, all except Riku who loved me unconditionally and saw me as his little sister. He was my only friend; he knew everything that I liked and disliked, where my secret place was and risked earning the fury of our mother every time he came to see me when he was told not to.

At least, that was until the night that ultimately changed my life forever - and I don't mean in a practically good way. Actually, it changed my life in the worst possible way imaginable, which is saying something because everyone around me had made my life horrible since my birth, though the vicious attacks on my life didn't start till I was two years old and my younger sister was born.

My father Itaru was respected for being a fearless warrior and ruler of our kingdom – even though he I think feared me and everyone else thought that too; not to mention the fact that he had lived most of his life within the valley – while my mother Ayana was known for her amazing medical ninjutsu and knowledge, a gift that was passed from mother to daughter in our family, mostly – along with a copy of a book of our family's knowledge about healing, even though the Kohinata family name was only that of my grandmother now. They took care of the valley well… I guess, but allowed me to suffer, even though my father somewhat protected me until I was four – it was Riku who always got in the way when the people attacked me on the street. That being said, my parents were like that before their deaths, though they seemed to fear me up until the very second that they died.

Back before I was six years old, having been repeatedly taught never to use my charka or any ability the thing inside me that had turned me into a monster (as my mother called it) gave me unless I wanted to be severely punished, I was pretty much always alone – forced to go through stupid princess lessons even though everyone was afraid of me (which meant I would never be accepted as the ruler if something were to happen) and being kept in the castle a lot of the time. That is unless my brother Riku ignored our parents and came to spend time with me in secret, even though he always got in trouble when he was caught, which made him the only person who did. Don't get me wrong, there was a lot for us to do in our large castle – I even had an area of it to myself because people tended to avoid me – but it wasn't the same as being free to leave and go outside when I wanted to. Being a prisoner is not exactly something a child ever wants to be, yet it is exactly what I was... in my own home, and my jailers were my parents.

Still, when I went out I was attacked by people – even when I was inside I was attacked, because these people somehow always found a way – and honestly, there were so many attempts on my life that I was afraid to leave. From the day I turned two, till the day I turned six, I was attacked at least once every two months, which adds up to twenty times in four years. That's how scared they were of me, even though it was unwarranted as far as I was concerned because I'd never hurt anyone, despite what they did to me. I never wanted to hurt anyone, that's why I never did; all I ever wanted was a friend and a reason as to why everyone saw me as a monster or freak when I was just a little girl.

It was that in fact, that fear of me and what is sealed within me, that surely led my parents to try to murder me in the early morning the day after my sixth birthday – a birthday that wasn't celebrated. At least, that's what I believed anyway – it was all I let myself believe because any other reason was too painful to think about. I guess they may have feared what I might do in the end, what I might become as I got older. So, at about one am, an hour after the day of my birth ended, they led me to a never used room of our castle and my mother used her paralysing jutsu to pin me down as my father got ready to end my life as I pleaded with them not to, not understanding why it was happening because I was just a child. My mother had just said that she couldn't listen to a monster and my father said that it was for the best, that he had to do what was best for the kingdom and killing me was what was for the best – he didn't sound like himself though. It didn't seem to matter to them that I was their daughter; they only saw what they imagined resided within me.

If it hadn't been for Riku that night, who had been fourteen at the time, I would have surely died – and truthfully, a part of me did die that night because my heart was crushed because of what they'd tried to do to me, and my innocence was shattered. Riku had protected me and risked his own life in the process, but that night both my parents died, though only one by Riku's hand and that was my father Itaru. I could never forget that night, even though I desperately tried to because they night changed me in a way I never wanted to be changed. I lost nearly all of my innocence that night, and I definitely lost my love – my will to love and feeling of being loved by the people who should love me. Also, my heart had filled with a guilt I couldn't dissolve because I knew that these events left my four-year-old sister without parents (Nobu knew more about them because he was nine, he'd remember, but she would not – she may forget everything about them when she grew up) and because my brother had given up the only life he knew to save me.

Riku was forced to flee from our hidden kingdom that same night because he knew it wasn't safe for him there and even though I had vigorously begged him to take me with him as I cried, because I couldn't bear to lose him and be alone, he refused because he knew he was still far too young to protect me from the dangers we might face and too young to put me through that, even though he wanted to because he feared what would happen to me; what would become of me if I stayed in the castle without him. Instead he gave me his bronze medallion and promised that one day he'd find me again, no matter how long it took him to do that – that he would survive whatever happened next and come back for me, and when he did we would be a family. Truthfully though, I wished he'd taken me with him that day, because the pain I felt in my heart after that was ten times worse than before.

It was after he left that everyone blamed me for my parent's deaths, coming up with many different reasons as to how it was my fault, how I was to blame, and completely ignoring me when I tried to tell all of them the truth. They also saw Riku as dead too, saying I probably killed him because he just disappeared and they had no proof that he left. Apparently, they didn't understand the words 'run away'. They didn't believe that a fourteen-year-old prince would just run away. No, they thought it much more likely that a six-year-old girl who loved him somehow made him kill both our parents – they didn't want to hear the truth about what happened, especially from me – and then I killed him, if I didn't kill them myself. It didn't help that that was exactly what the king's brother, my uncle Tadao, was telling them. Of course, they were going to believe him over me, even though he hadn't been there. The logical point was missed: there was no way, with a being inside me or not, that I could have overpowered both my parents at the age of SIX and killed them.

It was right after that that I was locked away in my room for an entire year by my uncle Tadao, never being able to leave it for any reason and my only contact with people was when food was brought to my room, though I stopped trying to speak to them after the first month because I knew they'd never reply. It made me wish they had locked me in the dungeons in some ways, because being able to hear them talk but never getting a reply when I tried to talk to them was torture, especially after an entire year – it felt like I was a ghost. No one cared what really happened that night with my parents, not if it was me who was trying to tell them the truth; they much preferred listening to my uncle Tadao. Even Nobu and Ayame didn't care what I had to say, they just hated me for what happened to our parents – the one time Nobu had come to talk to me was to tell me that through my door and then leaving before I could say anything. Ayame was following Nobu's lead. I begged to be released, to be listened to, but I wasn't. I was just left alone in a room with books and scrolls as my only source of material, material that stopped me from going mad.

On the one year anniversary of my parent's death – and possibly my brothers as far as everyone else was concerned – the day after my seventh birthday, my uncle Tadao came to my room and demanded I pack a bag and come with him. I already had one packed because I had been planning to find a way to escape for a long time before that, so I grabbed it willingly so I could escape and he dragged me away through the secret tunnels and out of the mountain that hides the castle and the village, and into the forest that surrounds the mountain. That's where he drove his katana into my chest from behind me, saying he was finishing the job my parents had started a year ago, and had left me there alone to die, lying on the forest floor.

I ended up surviving, which was a miracle, even though I knew it was because of what resided inside me, and heard that my uncle had gone back to the kingdom and had told everyone that he was forced to kill me after I attacked him when he had tried to stop me from escaping, meaning I would never be able to return there, not that I wanted to. Truthfully though, I wasn't sure if surviving my uncle's attack was a blessing or a god damn curse because of what happened afterwards. Especially with the pain I felt. I mean I was seven, left alone in a forest without any knowledge or skills that could help me survive on my own.

It's a true miracle though that I ended up surviving in the forest for two years by myself, especially because I was only a small child who didn't know how to fend for herself or protect herself, even after what happened to me through that time. That, as well as the fact that I was able to keep the bag I'd brought with me from the kingdom that held my copy of my family's medical knowledge, was truly remarkable because I had been chased by rogue ninja and an assassin my uncle had sent after me after he obviously learnt that I was still alive the whole time – I only got away because I hid. Also, I was turned away by most people I asked for help from because of many different reasons, so I stopped trying. I had to learn how to fend for myself, and learn how to get food, create a fire and build a shelter to protect myself from the elements. It was fair to say that I struggled to survive until I learnt how to fend for myself properly when I knew nothing basic to begin with because everything was practically done for me when I was a princess, which took a rather long time. I did all that with many injuries sustained and an event I refuse to speak of.

If it hadn't been for Kakashi-sensei, I would have most certainly died out there, but thanks to him finding me on the way back from a mission when I was badly bleeding and barely alive, taking care of me until I finally got better (physically at least) and training me a little before placing me in the care of a very old acquaintance of his, I survived and started to train to be a ninja under Tamaki sensei, or at least I sort of did. Still, that didn't erase what happened to me before that and it didn't help me get emotionally better or deal with the torment of my past.

Slowly I grew up, still feeling incredibly alone, afraid, unwanted, and unloved, and became stronger, while becoming consumed by pain that was caused by a lot of painful emotions (pain, sorrow, loneliness, fear, loss, anger and hatred, though I tried to ignore the anger and hatred). When I was twelve things got slightly better for me because Mononoke – a previously young wolf I had saved the life of when I was barely four and the daughter of the great wolf Tsukino – found me again and never left for some reason, though things got worse not long after that. We trained together as I learnt my own jutsu's and became stronger, while also searching for my long-lost brother when I was able to and being visited by Kakashi sensei every now and again on his way back from a mission. I was mainly still alone though, except for Mononoke, because Tamaki sensei went on trips constantly and was barely around, though he still trained me a little. Still, I didn't open my heart up to anyone because I was too scared to; I basically only cared about myself. I couldn't lose anyone again, go through the pain of trying to get close to anyone again, and I couldn't start caring what people thought of me again, because I'd begun to believe that I was a monster for the longest time back when I still lived in the castle and part of me still did. I never wanted to let anyone in, let anyone see just how broken I was. That's why I wore my mask (metaphorical mask) so no one saw what lied beneath the surface.

Now that I was older though, things have become worse than I had ever imagined they could, which was saying something because my life was horrible already and shouldn't have been able to get any worse than it already was. My sensei went to Orochimaru and got cursed by him in a quest for more power back when I was thirteen - Don't ask me why Orochimaru actually agreed to that, even though I could probably think of the reason Orochimaru would gain something out of doing it – and now he's out to kill me and I'm out to stop him, though for some reason he disappeared for well over a year. I hadn't seen the snake again either (Yes, I had met him, and no, it didn't go well. He'd been far too interested in what I was, not that I knew what that was or how he knew I was different.) and I was happy about that.

That's why I'm now constantly moving from place to place; I never stay in one place for more than a week. I knew I should warn Kakashi-sensei because Tamaki is also going to go after him at some point because of jealousy – probably after he killed me – but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do that right now. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen him since I was eleven and had changed quite a lot since then – including being incredibly strong and actually skilled now, something Tamaki didn't know. The other reason was because I just didn't want to risk seeing him again. So, I'd have to find a way to just keep moving and when Tamaki inevitably came, I'd have to kill him. I somehow always found another way, even though I had wanted to give up so many times in the past – I still did want to give up. It was hard to live a life you hated, especially when you kept being either left by or attacked with the intent to kill by the people you were foolish enough to trust. That's why I let no one in: You can't be hurt by people you care about if you care about no one.

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