The sky was cerulean and the sun was topaz yellow. Shinning brightly in the sea of blue, only interrupted by faint, wispy, cotton clouds. Trees swayed gracefully in the beautiful zephyr. The laughter of children echoed off each building as the Academy bell rang. Small six year olds were pushing and shoving, giggling and squealing, hoping to get into the classroom first as the brand new day began. Every child sat down, armed with pencils and pens, rulers and rubbers, ready for the teacher to begin. So many willing smiles and eager eyes, so many brains ready to absorb whatever rubbish escaped the teacher's mouth. Truth or lies, who cared, not I. I did not sit down, I did not prepare and I was certainly not eager. Class time for me was torture. Every day I got murderous glances and pitiful stares. Every adult evaded me, every child pointed. Doors clattered noisily in front of me and squeaked open behind. Before, after and during school hours I was bullied relentlessly. Always alone, no one there to help. The other problem with school was I was always being punished. Kids called me so I broke bones; children hit me so I hit them back. It was pure instinct; I never intended to do any harm but …
Today was like every other day, the teacher would never talk to me and the kids would sneer and laugh as I walked by. Passing a nearby mirror, I quickly glanced at it. Ok, so I was not the best dressed. I wore a long sleeved black t-shirt and long baggy trousers. My auburn hair was just touching my shoulders, it wasn't messy actually, and it was straight. My eyes were always black, they were meant to be brown but I didn't care. Apparently, in a fight my eyes always flashed red. My skin was ghostly pale but I had a slight feral appearance. I wasn't too fat or too skinny, which surprised me as I rarely ate. I carried on walking, keeping my head bowed and my arms at my sides. "Did you hear about Miyako, apparently she was raised by wolves," a girl with brunette hair whispered to her blue eyed friend. "Really, I heard that her parents used to torture her, well when she had them," the blue eyed one whispered. "Yeah, so I heard that she was raped my her father and his friends and then her used to slash her up, look at her arms next time," a older boy butted in, that was the last straw. I let her take over for a while. I flitted forward and launched my fist into his nose, kneeing him in the groin. I placed my hands together and did my favourite technique. "Magen: Narakumi no Jutsu, Demonic Illusion: Hell viewing technique," I muttered and did the appropriate hand signs. Wind surrounded him and strange leaves swirled before he began screaming. "What did you do to him," the brunette shrieked. I growled quietly and trudged off, relishing his tormented screams.
"Again, Miyako, I don't understand you, you have perfect grades and everyone treats you appropriately and yet again you attack another classmate," the head teacher yelled.
"Because no one understands me, they bully me every day, I tell people but they shout and tell me to stop telling tales, they were saying that I was raised by wolves and my dad raped me, how am I suppose to react," I muttered telling him the same thing I'd been telling him for months. "I'm sure you misheard," he scoffed. I launched off my seat as my arm shook violently. "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS, NO ONE LISTENS," I screamed at him and ran out of the room.
A storm was brewing up but I stood outside, unfazed by the powerful sandy winds. Many hours passed and the storm grew increasingly strong. "Young girl you should not be out here," a strange man came behind me. He was wearing a white cat mask with red stripes. ANBU. "No one cares," I muttered.
"You should go home, before you get swept away," he chuckled slightly, oblivious to my death glare. "What home," I growled. His chuckling stopped. "You don't have a home," he knelt down beside me. I shook my head.
"No home, no family, no friends and everyone hates me, life is cruel but that is the way of the ninja," I whispered.
"Does anyone know that you're alone?" he sat down.
"Yeah everyone does, but they don't care, no one understands me."
"Ok, lets get you out of this storm, explain what you think the life of a ninja is?"
"Friends and family can be a potential weakness, if you are close to them and the enemy gets them, then your screwed," I whispered as he hoisted me onto his shoulder. "Ok, what's next," he chuckled.
"You can never have a true home, because enemies can track down your address and kill you or steal items with your scent on and then track you down with dogs," I explained.
"Carry on,"
"You can never be truly understood and you should never reveal too much of yourself, this could be used as a weapon," I winced slightly but carried on. "Also you can never be too attached or too detached, if they love you then you have potential stalkers and enemies could 'persuade' a stalker to spill important information, and if they hate you then they will willingly spill information."
"Wow, the thing is you have almost everything right, but you need friends you can rely on when it comes to hard missions," he countered.
"Touché," I giggled as he placed me in a warehouse.
"I will get some of my team-mates to bring you some essentials, stay here," he whispered before darting off.
A few minutes later, he returned with another ANBU, this one had different red marking on his white cat face. "Here, a sleeping bag, water, food and a blanket, we will see if there are any orphanages around, but we can't promise anything," he passed the items. "NO! NO ORPHANAGES, NO FOSTER PARENTS, NOBODY!" I screamed.
"Young girl, we cannot allow you to live on your own," he took a step closer. "Why, I've lived alone for six years already, why not go all the way," I growled, dropping my items.
"How old are you, child," he asked, shock was laced in his voice. "Six and my name is not child it is Miyako, Miyako Takai," I retorted.
"No family, no friends," he breathed.
"Yeah, every kid out there makes fun of me and every adult glares and I'm way more advanced than those babies," I whispered. "Go on then, show me your best," he bent down so he was face to face with me, at least ten meters away. "No, not on you, on…" I looked around the warehouse, looking for something to destroy when my eyes came across a large, square, silver, steel box. "That huge metal box,"
"Ok then, do your worst," he laughed.
I placed my hands together and focused my chakra. "Kaze no Yaiba, Wind Sword," I said as wind whipped around the metal block, slashing it up. Again I focused my chakra, "Fūton: Jūha Shō, Wind release: Beast wave palm," I practically screamed before the air that surrounded me shot forward. Again, slashing up the metal box that was now badly damaged. "Chakra no Nawa, Chakra rope," I murmured, using my chakra to pull the box closer to us. I heard the ANBU breathe quietly. "HOW ARE YOU ABLE TO DO THAT?" he yelled at me, gripping my shoulders tightly.
"Do what?" I asked innocently.
"Doing those techniques in a row takes a lot of Chakra, even some Jonin struggle, you shouldn't be able to even do the Chakra rope one yet, and who taught you these techniques," the other ANBU asked and explained.
"She taught me, she teaches me everything, she is the only one who cares about me and I will not give away her identity," I growled, "Now release me before I hurt you."
"You must tell us," the newest ANBU said.
"You will never find her because she is inside of me," I explained quickly, "Will you teach me and allow me to become Genin level," I bowed slightly in respect. "Shouldn't the Academy do that?" he asked.
"They have been holding me back for too long, I want to move forward, I don't want to be stuck here, writing stupid simple Jutsu down because I know all of them off by heart," I cried.
"We will have a word with your Kazekage, but we will be leaving soon to go back to our village," he bowed his head.
"Thank you and I hope your mission goes well," I turned away and dashed out of sight.