Disclaimer: I do not own 'Naruto'. 'Naruto' belongs to Kishimoto Masashi. I do own Sierra {Lark} Moore (Jinsai Risai {Jin /Ji /Ri} Maejirase), and her family the Luist Family (Sierra's adoptive family), and other friends.

Tengoku no Hana – Flower of Heaven

Earth's Forgotten Angel

Prologue

No one is ever prepared for the future. No matter how much you try and prepare for it, you're never really prepared for everything. You could have everything planned out and you don't see anything that could possible ruin it, but all it takes is for one thing, one other person's decision and everything you've known, everything that you loved and cared for is gone or destroyed. Everyone that knew you becomes your worst fears. Everything is opened to you in a whole new perspective; a whole new angle. An entirely new life. New friends with new enemies. New hopes and new dreams. New fears and new doubts. Sometimes even new families.

No one would have ever predicted what would have happened to me in the future. I never had a set course in this life or world for that matter. I was unique in my own way; like everyone is. I had the strangest addiction towards violence, blood, destruction, war, and gore and along with that an ever-changing personality. One day I'd be as happy, loud, and high as a kite, then the next I could be so down, calm, and quiet that you would've thought something tragic happened to me. I liked to stay and keep to myself. I had learned from experience that there are few people in the world today that you can trust and not have to worry about being broken, shattered into a million little pieces, torn apart, backstabbed, and thrown away.

I had always thought of myself as a careful, confident, strong, calm, and capable person. I figured that nothing bad would ever happen to me no matter how much I wanted it to; it just wouldn't happen because I was born on the Friday the 13th, which automatically meant that anything I dreamed or hoped for would never have a chance on coming true, which made me superstitious. I was always watching for anything out of the ordinary and counted a lot to make sure everything was going to be okay.

My history is nothing special by my standards. I was raised to be the oldest in my family; bearing the responsibilities as the oldest children are taught to do. I was never one to show or bear my feelings to my family. I would always go and share them to my close family friends, the Luists. My father served in the military and was gone a lot. My mother was the manger of a floral shop she owned, which was named, "Tengoku no Hana". We lived decently, though Mother was more favorable to my younger siblings than to me though.

My mother had a dark side though. One that I hoped my younger siblings never had to see. When father was away, she'd drink a bit and sometimes heavily. She'd get rough and slap and hit me around. I took it. I hid it. As long as she didn't go after my siblings, she could hit me all she wanted. I detested my mother. She treated me with disrespect that several times I thought about ending my life, but it was the Luists and my small posse of friends that kept me from making the final vertical mark connecting the thirteen other horizontal marks on both of my arms.

There are also scars on my back and abdomen too. They were from several things from the past; dark things of my past. Three star-shaped scars on my shoulders, two on the left and one on the right, were from bullets from trying to protect those precious to me, several small scars from fighting against someone with a blade, and a large gashed scar on my abdomen from a fight for freedom.

Now, though the beginning of the story begins where I was targeted by strange people searching worthy subjects to undergo testing. Testing that should have killed me but didn't. Experimenting not meant for a normal human being to endure. Horrid treatments designed to turn me into a monster. Never ending trails that lead me to make sure I could never blend back into society; an outcast in my own world. An outcast in my own family. To my friends. In my school. Within my own town.

My story starts now.