Article 5 - Interlude - The Tragedy of Yoruichi Hyuga

Warnings: I do not own Naruto, it's intellectual property is owned by none other than Masashi Kishimoto. I own the OC's that I've added to the story and nothing more.

(This chapter will play with what content can be discussed within the content rating of: Teen, If you do not feel that you are mature enough to read content about suicide and rape then please skip past this chapter, thank you!)

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In my entire life I have never felt lucky.

I had once found love, but my love had been taken by the battlefield. The face that had once made my heart soar to the heavens was now decaying 6 feet below the ground.

The day of his death had forever been etched into my mind like it was left by a searing hot rod. A sting far worse than the caged bird curse seal that was "bestowed" upon me like it were an honor.

I can still see the two red dots which were on each of the enemies forehead as they savagely murdered the only light which managed to creep into my life. I was held in place by one among their ranks while they stabbed into him over and over. They wouldn't end him, because they could still prolong their suffering.

I think It was probably my fault, the savage beasts took so much enjoyment at reading my expressions as they tortured him before my eyes. I could not look away, even as I shut my eyes my dojutsu kept me watching the entire time.

Whenever they saw me close my eyes, they would pull on my forehead with their grubby fingers until my eyes were held open.

I watched the life drain from my lover.

Afterward it would seem that they were not yet satisfied, they ripped my clothes from me and all had their turn. My cries and screams fell on ears that only served to turn them on more.

Savages… Monsters.

I was passed around like a feast on a dinner plate and there would always be more to go around.

I thought that they would get fed up eventually now that my spirit was completely broken, but they were insatiable. They could never get enough.

A loud boom sounded which called the attention of my captures. A rumble traveled through the ground and they filed out of the tent with bloodlust in their eyes.

I could no longer cry, my tear ducts had dried long ago, and the men shoved my head into the dirt getting into my eyes repeatedly.

My hands were restrained behind my back and I had lost any shred of dignity I had long before they finished.

A clash of metal sounded outside the tent with accompanied screams. I could tell the difference just by sound from the Kaguya clan members and who they were fighting.

Even as they died, their screams always held joy in their brutality. The other screams were that of agony or defiance.

This world was far to cruel.. Too crude.

The luster of it had lost its color. It's appeal.

I was rescued and brought back to Konohagakure.

The nightmares would never leave me, when I closed my eyes I could see my comrades fall before my eyes, to see the love of my life extinguished like a cheap match.

I didn't know how to continue… I wasn't willing to learn.

I would just throw myself into missions and slaughter the villages enemies, that's all that was left that I was certain I could do.

Or so I thought.

I became pregnant. One of those savages swords had pierced my womb and contaminated me.

As soon as I found out I sought out assistance from the medical staff inside the clan to help me abort it. I brought the matter to those I had entrusted as friends, or as close as any friend I had ever had before my love.

The matter had made the way up to the head of the clan, and by his decree I was told to have the child anyways.

My heart shattered.

Fragmented in pieces, I couldn't or wouldn't pick them up.

I was too tired, too lonely.

My light was gone and I was ordered to birth the little abomination which was tied to the savages who had wholesomely ruined my life. Had snuffed out the life of the only person I effectively cared for.

It was an impossible task.

I asked and pleaded to the clan for mercy, to just let me abort the demon inside of me, but they refused to hear reason.

Apparently their bloodline was too valuable to let this opportunity slip away. The greed of the patriarch won over my requests, my needs.

The Shikotsumyaku kekkei genkai was too alluring for them to see reason, for them to know that the little savage no matter what their fighting capability would be a monster. A monster in sheep's clothing.

I couldn't accept it, I tried to plead but now angered the patriarch activated my curse seal to inflict pain on me.

"If you won't see reason I'll show you force!" He shouted.

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(7 Months later)

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Time was winding down and there was nothing I could do short of death to prevent this child from being born. I had been swallowing trace amounts of poison since the start of the pregnancy but nothing could stop that atrocious beast from persevering and growing.

I could spear through my belly and kill the child, but going against the clan's wishes was paramount to death.

So I accepted my fate.

I took an amount of poison that should have dropped at least 4 grown men.

I closed my eyes in wait in anticipation of death, but he would not come.

After some hours I couldn't stand it, I took more poison and as I was shoving it down my throat I heard a voice in my head.

"Not yet…"

I fell to the ground and began regurgitating the poison I had shoved into my body.

My eyes tried to produce tears but they could not.

My eyes could not produce tears since the incident.

I looked longingly at the capsules which had made their way back up and now onto the floor with the thought to scoop them back into my mouth.

"Not yet…" the same voice sounded in my head.

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I was kept a closer watch over for the time before I was to birth the monstrosity. My will had gone like the wind. I was just a slave to the main family without the freedom to my own body.

I just wanted it all to be over, I no longer cared about just killing the child. I selfishly just wanted escape, to leave, to see the man who was tortured in my dreams whole again. I wanted security… I wanted love.

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I birthed the child and apparently there were complications. I part wondered if those complications were due to the poison I had ingested or some other reason.

After some time they gave me word that they believed my child to contain dual kekkei genkai.

The Byakugan from me, and the Shikotsumyaku from one of the savages. They had to seal my childs chakra away to prevent bones from sprouting through the skin and killing it.

A faint smile appeared on my face to the horror of the medical staff. I had the brief thought that even the child doesn't want to live.

After some waiting the staff came to me with the child all wrapped in seals.

It was a pitiful looking thing, for a moment I thought perhaps I could even come to love it… just maybe.

-But my attention was drawn to those two red dots which were already on the child's forehead.

No, I could never love it…

I sent the child away as I couldn't stand to even look at it anymore.

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Now that I had birthed the baby I tried to give it up to the family, they had been the ones to want it anyways.

I wanted someone besides myself to take care of the child, but no volunteers stepped forward, so it was left as my responsibility. I wanted to rip my hair out of my head, to scream, but I stayed silent.

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I had contemplated 101 ways to commit suicide to end my suffering, but it was like a mysterious force stopped me each and every time before I could go through with it. It appears that it is not even in my control to end my life… what a shame.

I began taking missions whenever I could, the most dangerous suicidal missions I could without looking as if that was what I was doing.

Despite, I was unable to die on the battlefield. Each time i met the face of death I reflexively fought back and managed to win over them. It was if the angel of death was over me to make sure that I couldn't be taken yet.

Each time that death approached I could hear the same similar voice in the back of my head.

"Not yet…"

It drove me to the brink of insanity.

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Watching my child grow up very normal didn't help, my heart started feeling weighed down by guilt. I was sure the monster would reveal itself eventually and I wouldn't open my heart to let their bloodline stab me again.

I wouldn't open myself to it, I would close myself off from everything, If I couldn't die maybe it was a curse for deserting this child in my mind before it was even born.

I still felt no love, but I occasionally felt the inclination to show affection.

The way I could tell the child wanted it so badly, and I let that want go unfulfilled.

I would teach this child the way of the world, this cold unfeeling world.

It would be ready for heartache because it will be all that it knows.

I won't lie to it and tell it that everything will be fine.

It will know the way of the world.

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I heard the voice which had always told me 'not yet…'

This time, it had a different message for me.

"It's nearly time…"

My heart fluttered for the first time in a long time.

It would seem perhaps god exists after all, that wishes can come true.

I found myself in a cheerful mood for one of the first times since I had lost my light.

I decided with this good news I would do something special for my child, I would make them a very special cake. It was the same cake recipe I used when I baked for my lover, a recipe passed down from my late grandmother. She said that it's most important ingredient was love.

I didn't know if I could manage such a thing, but even if it were missing that ingredient, I'm sure the child would appreciate it anyways, I suppose it is the least I can do.

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The child ate it's first bite of the cake and the way it smiled smashed at the fragmented pieces of my cold heart. That it could gain so much enjoyment from something so simple. Where I remember chastising my mother at some points for making me cake for my birthdays the child exuded an air of thankfulness… from the depth of their being.

It was probably because it was still so young. It is not in the nature for the young to be monsters. A lion cub is born cute then transform into a predatory beast. I couldn't allow myself to love the child because I am deeply defective.

I have long since expired.

I am not sure I can even be in the same breath of humanity anymore.

I am so deeply broken.

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"It is your time… If you wish to leave say your farewells."

I touched at my eyes as they began to fill with tears. It was a miracle.

My tear ducts had been damaged in the incident, I had not been able to shed even a single tear.

My time is finally here…

I rushed home having already completed my mission. I was brimming with excitement I nearly skipped all the way there.

It must sound ridiculous… but being able to leave this world behind would be the greatest weight lifted off my heart.

I had decided long ago I was better dead, but could not achieve it.

Today was different, where there was no hope, now there is some.

My heart sank…

I would leave behind the child… the same child that refused to finish the cake I baked it instead cutting it ever smaller. The same child that had fought for my attention and affection, the same child I had locked from my heart.

Now that I knew I could leave, my heart felt open, like perhaps I still had something to give before I passed.

I didn't know what I could give the child… I finally arrived at my home and slipped in quickly.

I paced back and forth upon the mahogany floorboards with soft clicks from my shoes.

What would I do, how do I leave? Can I leave before ever seeing the child? Is that thought selfish?

"Time is almost up" I heard in the back of my head.

Tears began streaming from my eyes uncontrollably.

I threw open my daughters door and stared at her.

I had single mindedly only ever thought of escaping, and now that I can I feel regret for not doing more for the kid before I left… I will tell the child the truth.

I stared into the child's eyes, and they were fearful.

Had I been wrong this entire time? Had all along I been the monster?

My body struggled to move forward, but I fought through it.

My feet felt like they were each a thousand pounds. Like each step was a brilliant achievement.

Like the distance between the two was that of an entire lifetime of marathoning.

But with each step I drew nearer.

It occured to me that I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

What would be the last words I say to my little girl?

I guess I can only tell her the truth, prepare her for this cruel world.

"I'm sorry… That I was such a poor mother…" she said. "-But Youuu won't ha..ave to worry a..bout it anymore… I promise…" I let out in quivered breaths.

My chest burned and It was hard to breathe.

I couldn't pull air into my lungs anymore… they didn't work…

What can I say with my final breath?

"I- I wanted to be able to love you… but I couldn't" I managed.

I fell to my knees but couldn't stand the thought of suffocating in front of her… no, that's not honest… I couldn't deal with the thought I might survive.

I fell to my knees from the lack of oxygen and as my vision started to fade I pulled my kunai to my throat and pulled…

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Authors Notes: Zemptai-sama again, I really want to skip further into the future but there were a few people who asked for the backstory of Mina's mother. I was going to give it a bit later in the story, but here is as fine of time as any. THE FANS GET WHAT THEY WANT! The next chapter will simply be a list of journal entries that mina has made that the audience can read giving them insight on some of the things that happened to her during the time I refuse to cover. (If anyone strongly disagrees then send me a review stating why and I'll consider changing my views, but It's still unlikely.)

Enjoy the story and I earnestly ask anyone who is willing to, to write me a review. I will cherish each and every one of them and respond as best as I can. I write so I can share with you guys, and it warms my heart to hear your opinions and interact with the readers.

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SPECIAL THANKS to "Mysterious Goat" who left me a review, It means a lot!

-Mysterious Goat -"I originally hated Mina's Mom the way you wrote her, and I doubted there was anything you could do to redeem her in my eyes... I still don't quite feel like she's redeem but you at least made me feel bad for her. I would love if you could include something later that helps us get some insight with what was going on with the mom and why she was doing things.

Really enjoying the story a lot! Keep up the good work.."

- Hope that this backstory can help redeem her even a little bit in your eyes, if not then I'm sorry, not everyone can be a good person, some people are scum no matter how much we wish it weren't true. Thanks so much for your review!