A/N: You guys, this chapter should be super duper easy! Since you guys are soooo smart, (its OK I'm not making any more rules. YET) you should be able to guess this person from the first few sentences. Have fun!
What am I? I'm a weapon. Sharp on the outside, but made from soft things on the inside. A weapon is strong, can withstand many things, but if melted, its useless. That's what I relate myself to. Many others relate me to weapons as well. I can see why, seeing as I use them in my daily life.
People say I'm sharp. In fact, in a normal day, people will say that about 25 times to my face. Before, I used to get so ticked off about that that my teammates and sensei had to restrain me from hitting innocent people and civilians. But now...I've gotten accustomed to it. It doesn't really matter to me anymore. Its like people calling someone's name. Like, "Oh, hey Chris! How are you?" The name gets worn out over the years, so much that you don't even pay attention to it. So...personally...if they think I'm sharp, then good for them. I am who I am. Time can't change that.
I am soft on the inside. I mean, who isn't? Even Yondaime was soft on the inside, I bet. On the inside, I'm just someone else. Someone people don't see very often. This person only comes out about 10 times in an average year, sometimes 5. And that's only for special occasions. But I know that I'll always be that person, always. Because that person represents me for what I am. That person gives me the strength to go on, no matter how much my outer person gets bruised and battered. There's always some hidden flame inside me that encourages me to keep going, never to give up.
Maybe I am strong. I don't know. I guess that's a matter of perspective, as my dear teammate so likes to call it. I won't judge myself, I will let other people judge me. I know that if I judge my own being, it would be biased because who wouldn't want to make themselves look good? I mean, everybody wants to be held in high regard, right? So do I. But I will let other people judge that if I am strong or not.
I can't say I had a happy childhood. People wonder why I have no family to go home to, why I just greet an empty house every day. That's because they were killed in the war 12 years back, when the Kyuubi was going on a mad rampage in the village. People were slaughtered, everywhere there were trails of blood, pools of blood. Too much blood for a 1 year old like me. So I cuddled up in bed and prayed to Kami that I would be safe. What I didn't know was that my parents weren't in the house, that they were out fighting it, fighting that demon. In the morning, I'd seen that I'd dozed off. So I ran downstairs, calling for my mama and papa. They weren't home. Someone knocked on the door, and out of better judgment, I opened it. It was an ANBU ninja. He had taken his mask off, and I wondered what was happening. I didn't know how to talk much yet, but I could understand him pretty darn well. Here's the gist of what he told me: "Your parents were found dead this morning. They were killed by the Demon Fox. I'm very sorry."
I was frozen in shock. I had never expected them to die. Heck, I didn't even know they'd leave the house, leave me behind. Tears had pooled up in my dark eyes, and I'd started to cry with indignity, like the child I was. The ANBU looked stunned. Looking back, I remember that I thought that he'd never handled children before in his life. Awkwardly (sp?) he pulled me into his arms and patted my head, saying that it would be okay. It wasn't okay. It was never okay after that.
But I'm not that little kid anymore. I'm a ninja now. I don't like to look back, think of what could have been. That just gets into my way. I still remember my parents, how they looked before they died, our happy times together. But I reserve those special things until I get home after training. I cannot afford to show my weaknesses. If I do...then I'll be dead just like them. I don't think they'd want that for me. They'd want me to get married, have kids, and then die old. They wouldn't want me to die young, like they did. I don't want to die either, but there's a 75 percent chance that I will, seeing as I'm a ninja and all.
My goals...I only really have one now that my first idols aka my parents are dead. Before, I was thinking that I'd wanted to be just like my mommy and be a medical ninja, helping the injured people. But now...I don't want to be one of those anymore. Every time the word medicine is said to me, I start to think of her, and bad memories come bubbling back up to the surface, like how I'd stared into her lifeless eyes and begged her to come back. She never did, she never will. Now I just want to be the best I can be. I'm trying to achieve that goal right now. I just hope I can do it before the limit of my life is up.
I am a weapon. Hard and firm and sharp on the outside, made of molten metal that was once soft in the inside. If you burn me, I'm worthless, can't be used. But I plan not to get burned for as long as I can hold the flames off. I'm getting too far into this. You must first answer this question before I lead you too much into my background history: Who am I?
