Before Ya Read Note: Yes, as always my character is a friggin BITCH. Moving on, this takes place after the 2.5 Year Arc (where the current Japanese manga is at, for those who are dedicated fans to Naruto), and so I did my best to make it up-to-date. Feel free to comment and ridicule, but please, just review. :D Hope ya like it.
Illusion With Fire
Illusions. They're pictures…images…fantasy. They can twist and swirl, creating new material. But no matter what they do, I control them. I weave them…wield them. To fight me is to fight yourself and your fears. And with this power, there's only one thing I to do want— kill. With all of my black, cruel heart, I want to see the damned madman that killed my life dead…and my hands to be the one that did it.
–Kaida Maimu
History:
It's not well known mainly because the village of Konoha wouldn't have tolerated it. If anything, it's not known at all and a forgotten whisper of the past. The now dying Uchiha clan, with the unique Kekkei genkai of the Sharingan had another ally—the nearly dead at the time Maimu line. All that was left at the time was Cho, age 25; Nori, age 19; Misaki, age 17; and Amaya, age 8. The eldest male being Nori, son of Isamu who had died when Amaya was only three, had only recently mastered the Maimu line's own kekkei genkai first stage: Haroniji or Illusion-Weaver.Cho, the mother of the three children, last of this unique line, was proud, never inheriting the trait herself. However, Misaki, who had the same swiftness and talent of her father, had mastered the kekkei genkai a year ago.
The Maimu line has a long history mainly because of their extreme rarity and difficulty to inherit their kekkei genkai, and the fact that those with the ability were valuable. Their power—to manipulate the mind and weave illusions. And then the other bonuses—healing up to 100 times faster than a normal human, able to steal chakra, and when they've seen an enemy's jutsu six times they are able to copy it flawlessly. Then again, the mere first stage of their Kekkei genkai (Illusions) takes months just to begin to master. The other techniques take years and a few emotional triumphs and lows to gain. Back then; life had been simple…or as simple as life got for the Maimu line. Anytime where they weren't in a war was considered good. So often were they dragged into wars for their ability to turn people against their worst enemy—themselves. They were also allied with a strong clan of the Uchiha's that could partially relate to them. Good fortune in their long, long past.
At the time, the Maimu line was finally emerging from a non-war-related crisis. Without someone to lead their line on and continue it, they would overall die out. But now, with two of Cho's children able to produce the Maimu's signature and with Amaya just beginning to, all was well. Misaki was on the third stage of trying to master stealing chakra, while Nori was still on the second part of healing quicker. It was then that Amaya's life would change forever. It was then, the power-hungry Itachi Uchiha attacked, mercilessly and monstrously…just to see if he could. All the while, Amaya cowered…having created an illusion by luck of her dead corpse near her mother as crimson blood from a gash in her neck trickled down her skin. However, she doesn't remember that. All she remembers are her hands shaking…as her undeveloped silver eyes darted from her mother's body to Misaki and Nori…also dead on the wooden floor and the rest of their house in shambles. Ringing in her ears were screams as she sat too petrified to help…frozen with fear. It wasn't like a pathetic little eight year old under a shamed legacy that was just beginning to tap into her power could help tame a natural prodigy with much more experience. And when the battle was over…she couldn't face the fire. Deeply traumatized, she ran. She didn't care where she went; she didn't know where she was going. All she could hear was shrieking…terrified and horrified moans and screams as they pleaded for mercy…to see the sun again that haunted her. Mocked her.
After a week, Amaya had awakened a sort of inner chakra…something extraordinary even in her rare blood. It burned her…scorched her. She screamed like the dead that had taunted her while she had ran. But when she emerged, she had the chakra level equivalent to Misaki at age 25 if she had survived and managed to keep training at her harsh rate. But with this chakra change, it had darkened her soul—her outlook—her world. No longer was she Amaya, third child of Isamu and Cho Maimu…she was a new person all her own. Her silver eyes that had signaled the beginning to master Illusion-Weaver were gone and replaced with a dark green that said she had enough chakra to perform every aspect of her Kekkei genkai. Her hair was the color of a raven's wings and a lanky, tangled mess from gripping it for support during her violent transformation. Her skin was a sickly pale, as if all of the sunlight that it had absorbed at suddenly been evaporated. She was stealth-like and cold. And there was only one thing on her mind: kill Itachi, the man who had killed her life. But she wouldn't be weak Amaya who couldn't defend her family, or even have enough courage to try. No, now she was Kaida; little dragon. With this fierce power and icy demeanor, however, size meant little.