The next day, I approached my brother. "Um… Brother? May I ask you something?"

He kept writing on the scroll at his desk. "It depends on what you want to ask." He stated simply.

"Well… I have heard people talking about the Akatsuki, and someone said you were in the Akatsuki. I was curious… what is the Akatsuki?" I questioned.

He finished writing in the scroll and rolled it up before answering "The Akatsuki is an organization of missing nin from different villages. We hunt people who are known as Jinchuriki, meaning they have one of the nine tailed beasts sealed within them. Upon capturing them we extract the tailed beast."

"Oh ok." I smiled sweetly, not understanding much of it at all. "I help you with anything I can, okay brother?"

"That is fine." He said before returning to his work.

I smiled and began to walk off. "That's good b-"

"But tell me something Tsubaki. What in the past makes you hate your past?" This question shocked me. I didn't like talking about my past, and he knew it. So why would he ask?

"Well… you know I really don't like talking about it brother…" I said trying to get out of talking about it. But this time, he wouldn't give in.

He turned around and looked at me before standing up and walking over to me. "Everyone has things they do not like. Most of us must do them, face them, or deal with them in some way." He replied.

"Oh… Okay…" I began my story. "Well, my mother told me when I was young that I had been born with these two marks on my hands. She said it made me special. I felt really good about that until one day, my powers activated. I didn't hurt anything thank goodness, but I was still unsettled by this. I told no one." I rub my arm nervously.

"That would be what makes you hate your past?" He questioned me.

"No… After that… it was normal until I turned twelve. A couple weeks after that my powers started really going crazy. Eventually, I killed someone… it was counted as an accident because I had witnesses saying it was an accident…." I stopped, not wanting to go on.

Obito nodded "What happened afterwards?"

I fidgeted with my hands for a couple seconds before answering. "Well… a couple weeks after that… I kind of accidentally torched half the village… a bunch of people died that day, and I had done it. I was accused of mass murder… and I was sentenced to either death, or becoming a war weapon. I became a war weapon out of fear of death… For years, I fought against my will, and I hated it. I was barely given enough to eat and was kept like a prisoner. The clothes I wore were the same type as the ones you found me in. When the war ended eight years later, I thought I had lived out my sentence and could return to a normal life… I was wrong. They decided I was too dangerous, and ordered my father to execute me… I ran away the morning of my execution after burning the wooden handcuffs. The first day I was running, it was grassy but as I kept running I eventually got to sand which burned my feet, and rocks which tore my feet open. It was the third day that you found me. The forest had been a welcome sight. It meant I might be able to find a place to rest… but instead you found me, and so that's all the important stuff that happened when I was younger." I explained with difficulty.

He walked back over to his desk and sat down again. "…That is a reason to hate your past, but you don't seem to hate yourself or your powers, why is that?"

"Well, it's not like I can change something like this by hating it. Hating myself and my life is something that isn't worth the time. It would only continue to drag me down." I said simply.

He nodded slightly and returned to work without saying anything.

I simply walked away, wondering why he had asked me about my past. Was it even important? I guess it was, but why ask if it isn't needed? I had walked outside without realizing it until I nearly ran into a tree.

"Oops, better watch where I'm going…" I looked around. It was a beautiful winter day, with sunlight filtering through the evergreen leaves and snowflakes softly fluttering down around me. It was truly a peaceful scene.

I heard someone walk up behind me and turned to see my brother standing there looking at me. "Hello Brother. Isn't a beautiful day today?" I asked after looking around once more.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that." He replied after looking around. He looked back at me and asked "Would you like to go to a party?"

I stretched out my left hand and let a snowflake fall onto the diamond at the center of my palm before replying. "I would… but I don't have any dresses to wear."

He nodded and put some money in my outstretched hand. "Go buy yourself a dress."

I looked at him and smiled "Thank you." I hugged him for a second before setting off for the village.