Prologue: I Live.
The screams break the barrier of silence. The peaceful village is in chaos. Run. I run as fast as a child can. The gut wrenching shrieks of terror make my hair stand up on end. Blood is everywhere,the smell of burning flesh and crimson liquid hits my nose. I'm dizzy, I want to throw up. Turn the corner, and sprint to the door, silent just like Nee-san taught. No, there are people there. Where is my family?
Footsteps.Run, hide, escape. Natural human instincts kick in. This is survival now. My mother, dead on the ground, her blood on my feet. No time for remorse, just run. My brother, sister, father, bodies litter the floor of our home, and our village.
Voices. Run, hide, escape. Where do I go? Trees, forest, cover. Head for the woods. Turn the corner, I see the door. I begin to sprint, I ignore the dampness of my feet that I know was the blood of my family. I hear footsteps again, my hearing keen as ever. I get outside, and crouch low to the building. No one sees me. The skills I have are keeping me alive, remarkable for a child my age. But as of right now, it's survival, it's no longer something for my now dead parents to show off proudly. The men are going into the houses, searching for survivors. I listen for my chance, all is silent, and I sprint. Into the woods, past the trees, and into the woods.
Listen. This is key to survival. Feel the earth, listen, smell.. Taste. I keep running, making the mistake of feeling the loss of my village, I cry. This would be a normal reaction of children, but crying doesn't help in survival. It muddles the senses, and makes it hard to stay calm. The wise words of my brother, the best ninja our clan has ever seen, pop into my head. "Emotions make us weak, a tiger doesn't feel, it survives." I'm at least a mile away now, losing control of myself, I begin to sob. I trip, my face plants into the ground. I'm a weak child, my brother was a prodigy at eight years, at nine, I can't even compare. And yet, I survived this. The question, "Am I really going to make it?" goes through my mind, as I slowly drift away into darkness, all alone
"No please.. NOO!"
I hear the sound of flesh tearing, and I sit back, unable to anything. I scream escapes my lips, but they can't hear. I'm just a phantom, reliving their agony.
"OKASAN!"
I wake up sweating. Another nightmare, nothing new. The bright light hits my eyes, pissing me the fuck off. My head hurts, but I deal with it. I've been here for 4 years now, Konoha, they found me and took me in, let me live on my own, enroll as a ninja student. I have a life here now.
Getting up, I stop and look into the mirror. My silver hair sticks straight, and my vivid violet eyes shine brightly. My bang partly covers the left eye, I've given up on moving it, it likes covering that eye, who am I to stop it?
The markings of my clan, move from my right eye, over my shoulder and to my stomach, the most eye catching part of my entire being, a black shadow of a wolf, swirls of black starting at my eye,and the wolfs head finally ending on the right side of my belly button. I smirk. I am the last of my clan, murdered because of our customs.
Taking the souls of powerful animals, even demonic creatures, and giving them to our children is apparently bad. I was the last to receive this gift, and the last surviving with the gift. My Kekkei Genkai, allows me to use the spirit to my benefit. Wolf spirits hold talent in stealth, and shadow. I can use shadows to my benefit, to conceal myself, and attack. I can't wait to use this to show my worth, since I've been branded as a freak and outsider to these people, at least I can be a fabulous kunoichi for them. I'll show them, at the upcoming chuunin exams. They'll see.