Memoirs of a Nukenin
Act 1- Past
Chapter 1- Trust
Part 1 Re-trust
I remember when the couple I grew to call my parents found me. They were simple, kind, open, and naïve to the world, but I do admit to having once loved them.
I believe I was six when I was being chased by a patrol of the hired low-ranks civilian towns used. I had stolen bread from the market and had gotten caught in the act, but I had been hungry and young, my logic wasn't up to par yet. I don't know why I had decided to run to the couple, they just seemed nice enough. I had run up to them and hid behind the woman's leg, still clutching the loaf of bread as if my life depended on it. Thinking back, it probably did. The woman had smiled at me while the man—by then I had assumed they were married—talked to the low-ranks. With a bit of arguing, all but one of the low-ranks had left and the couple then turned to me. They handed money to the left low-rank and turned to me.
I grew scared and ran into the forest surrounding the town, back to the small niche in an uprooted tree I had learned to call my home. This is where I kept the knife and katana I keep on my person. Hn, I must have been quite the sight to see, carrying a katana about as long as I was tall, and a knife that looked too heavy to be carried by someone of my age.
The couple still found me in the niche, huddled to the katana, knife, and bread loaf like a normal child would to their security blanket. The woman held out her hand to me, beckoning me and using sweet words I can't remember to coax me out of the niche. I finally listened and crawled out. The woman picked me up and balanced me on her hip. She asked me my name. Kiarrah I had told her. She asked me where my parents were. I had told them I had no idea. I really did, well at least I knew where my mother was. She was down the road at the brothel getting money she would only spend on alcohol. I didn't even know who my father was. She asked me where I was from, and I pointed the niche.
They took care of me, slowly reforming the trust I had lacked. I learned they were Konoha nins, and had a son about the same age as I was, named Takumi.
I was enrolled in the academy when I was eleven, he was twelve. We were teamed together, along with another guy named Ritsu. We must have gone through five different senseis just because we refused to listen. The last one's name was Junichiro.
Part 2 Un-trust
I had just turned 15 when my kekkai genkai showed up, just two years after I had graduated to being a Chuunin. After that, I spent many nights out on the training grounds, practically mutilating myself to see what I could do. People started treating me differently. Not really with fear, but with apprehension.
All except Takumi, he seemed indifferent. At least until we were sparring one day when I was 16
You better not use that freaky blood jutsu! he had yelled at me. I knew people thought it was weird, but I had never heard it said straight to my face. He kept on taunting me, making it actually feel like my blood had turned to fire. I lost all control and wounded him almost fatally. I rushed him to the hospital, barely even seeing because my eyes had been tearing up.
I was given a reprieve, though I was told not to use my mekkai genkai unless I had no other choice. The people's apprehension turned to fear. I had grown tired of it and needed to vent.
I started with alley cats and stray dogs, slowly branching into drunkards. I carved a mask to cover my face and earned an apprenticeship with a blacksmith. I did everything I could to make sure the weapons I used were never the same every night. I never used my mekkai genkai. It would link to me.
In that year, I started a project to convert a scroll carrying kunai into the palm of my hand. It took me two years to get it right. During that time, I also made a scroll for every single one of my weapons so they would change into the weapon, instead of the weapon coming of the scroll. In that year, I graduated into a Jounin.
I was eighteen when Takumi and I were sent on our first S-rank to Kirigakure. We were attacked halfway there by five rogue nins. I survived, but he didn't. I knew that I would most likely be framed for his death, so I left.
I was marked as the dead until recently.
