Winter came quickly that year. I never realised that my first day at the ninja academy would be the first day of my new life. I never realised that that morning as I was leaving the house was the last time I would see my mother and father alive and well. If only my half bother was there then but he wasn't. At the time he wasn't old enough to watch over me. So I was sent to live with uncle, the Kazekage, in Sunagakure. From the age of 6, I grew up as one of Sunagakures' treasures. It had its ups and downs but my three cousins and I; Temari, Kankuro and Gaara, lived with it and became the strongest 4 person squad of Genin in the whole of Sunagakure. I didn't realise that going to some stupid trip to Konoha would change the path of my life forever, I suppose turning up late helped me get attention; I think that gene runs in my family.
6 years later
During the second section of the Chunin exam I remember I had finally pushed Gaara over the edge. I'd asked about what village I had originally come from. I knew I wasn't from Sunagakure that was obvious just by the way I was treated. When I remember my past I can remember a large family. A big un-constructive family. It has to be a dream, I had two half-brothers even though they weren't related it was perfect, the eldest had died in his line of duty, but then it's blank.
As I got up off the cold, muddy ground I realised that I had been abandoned. I understand why. I'm the weakest of the four of us, I'm the fourth wheel, I'm the back-up plan. I teleported onto a street in the village.
Walking through Konoha wasn't too hard if I closed my eyes it almost seemed like Suna. Everyone stared at me, like I was different. Ok, well I WAS different, because I was never born into a real family; it was a mixture of three. Then I saw it. When people looked at me, they saw Neji, and then I saw it too. My history could have been buried in that one tiny detail. When the villagers' looked at me they saw Neji Hyuga. That was the first place I would look. It couldn't have just been a coincidence. You don't look like someone randomly. Do you? It was so unlikely, but I wanted it to be true. Then I wouldn't be alone, I would have family.
I felt so un-natural, to be walking alone. I was alone. I was the only one who cared. If I died I would be the only one at my funeral, I'd be the only one who visited my grave. Not unless I found something worth holding onto, really unless I found someone worth holding onto.
As I walked further into the centre of Konoha I saw a boy, about my age maybe older running towards me, too fast to stop. He ran straight into me, toppling me over. He landed on top of me. He pulled away revealing his face to me. He had dark hair tied up in pony tail high up on his head, he wore a dazed look upon his face. I got up and walked around him. As I walked away I felt his gaze on back. I removed my headband and tucked it into my shurikren holder.
I made my way into the town square. I saw lots of shops all around me. The library was on the far side of the square. I pretty much ran into the library door as a young boy, wearing a long black scarf that was trailing on the ground following him, ran through it closing it behind him.
I went into Konoha's library. As I walked through looking for the 'History of Konoha' section, I noticed everyone looked confused. Then I remembered my headband, I'm from Suna, and I look like Neji Hyuga, for Konoha ninja and villagers' that would look weird. So I removed my headband, un-tied my loosely tied hair and straightened out my kimono. When I finally reached the 'History of Konoha' section, I was told I needed an authorised access card, one of the many things I didn't possess. I started to explain my situation to the librarian, "um…Hi. I'm Anko, I was wandering…" I cut straight to the point "… can you give me access to the Hyuga family history…" she looked fixedly at me "I have a feeling, more like a hunch actually, I'm related to Neji Hyuga but I'm not too sure because I never knew my parents or my siblings. I only know my uncle and cousins, but they're sworn to secrecy, please I'm desperate." The librarian seemed to understand my situation because she led me through to the History of the Hyuga clan. She stopped in front of a rather old, vulgar green bookshelf. It was stacked with scrolls. The elderly librarian reached her craggy arm into the ancient bookshelf. She gradually pulled a torn up, centuries old scroll from its depths.