Chapter One: Where It All Began

Authors Note: Original character's life story in the Naruto World. Mainly based around the Sound Nin and Orochimaru. Also Orochimaru may be a little out of character in this chapter, even if he's only in it briefly. Reading and reviewing is greatly appreciated. I always love to hear comments and suggestions about what I can do to make the story better.

Most life stories start off at childhood and birth, but none of that had any importance to me. I was just a plain girl born in the mountains between the Rock and Fire countries during a time in which many ninja dubbed the "Third Ninja War".

I guess I shouldn't say that I was plain. The people from my village thought I was a demon, mainly due to my looks. Its not often you see a child with white skin, white hair with red tips, and red cat like eyes. Eyes like an animal. Not to mention the red markings across both my cheeks. I didnt think it was odd. My mother had beautiful red hair...I just assumed that I got some of that from her, the rest from my father. Fuck, I dont even know who the hell the bastard was that sired me. He mustve been something if I gained what I did from him. Ha ha ...well, back to the story.

I dont remember much being in that village. For some reason when I try to remember that time, I can only think grey, and foggy. Again, it has no real importance. My life didnt begin until the day our village was attacked. At least thats what I think.

The ninja from the Hidden in the Rock Village moved south to get a better vantage point to attack the Leaf Village. My home was the perfect place, so in the middle of the night the Rock ninjas swarmed in, killing anyone who resisted. I remember the neighbour girls scream when she was cut down. I laugh when I think about it now. She was a nasty brat. I remember my mother clinging to me, continuously looking out the window to see if anyone would come to our home.

It wasnt long before they noticed that they left one house unscathed. Before any ninja came to our home, my mother in a last desperate act to save her only child hid me in the makeshift cellar. The only way in was a trap door that was hidden under some old rug, so she quickly stashed me in there before anyone could harm me. I hated that cellar. It smelt bad...of preserves and damp earth, the occasional stinking herb here and there. It didnt help with a couple of mice down there too. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I went in with no question, the last time I saw my mother alive, looking down at me with a smile despite her tears. If I knew it was the last time I would ever see her, talk to her... I wouldve wished to say at least good bye. Despite everything, she was a good woman. I loved her for loving me...Excuse me...

It seemed almost a couple of seconds after being put into hiding that I heard a crash above me. I froze, gripping my legs to my chest as I listened to the things that unfolded above. There was a lot of yelling, things being thrown and broken. I jumped a couple of times, something breaking on top of the trap door. I heard my mother yell...I always believed that she put up a fight. From what I can remember, she was a tough woman. But she obviously was outmatched. There was a blood curdling scream and a great thud above the trap door. That was the end of the scuffle. I held my breath, waiting, wondering what was going on. I heard shuffling, things being taken, loud footsteps walking across the floor. All the while they werent aware that a small girl was underneath them as they took what they wanted from the house. It seemed like they were there for hours. I watched the ceiling above me intently, unaware of the tears on my face. I guess I was scared...heh...but I was too stupid to realize it. After a while I think I just passed out from the shock of it all. Thinking about it now, I wondered how long I was really down there. It felt like a week...maybe more but he said that I was only down there for a couple of days. Yes...it was when he found me that my life began...

I was down in that cellar for two days, no eating, no drinking, and no sign of any human contact, no light. I was alone in the dark, curled up in the fetal position on the dirt floor. I could remember my face feeling grubby from the tears mixing with the dirt. There were a couple of times where I thought I heard something outside but I ignored it. I also tried opening the trap door, but something heavy was lying on top of it. I was only five at the time, so anything couldve been blocking that door and I wouldnt have been able to budge it. I started panicking at one point, scared of the darkness and thinking it was suffocating me. I waited and waited, hoping anyone would come into the house. I didnt care if it was an enemy or not, I just wanted to get out of the cellar.

Of course, someone did come eventually. I heard the familiar creak of our front door when it opens. My heart pounded in my chest. I was about to yell when I remembered that our village was attacked. Even though I wanted to get out, I wanted to at least have some clue as to who might save me. I waited and listened, standing up a little. I heard someone walk towards the trap door, some muttering. There was no noise for about a second until I heard something being shoved away above the door. There was another pause. My eyes were wide in the dark, I could now see the cracks that were around the edge of the door. I waited, too scared to make a sound once more. I watched a shadow trace along the cracks, as if they were examining the door. With a swift tug, it was opened. I fell back out of shock, shielding my eyes from sudden light that flooded to the room below.

Well well... hissed a voice above me. I blinked a couple of times, trying to regain back my vision. Those eyes, they were the first thing I remember seeing. Those golden hypnotizing eyes...At first they frightened me. All I could see were those eyes framed by black and the light behind his head. A shrinked back from him. He made a tutting noise, reaching a hand down to me. Dont be scared. Im here to help... he said a slight hiss to his words. It was then that I noticed that he had a leaf on the middle of his forehead protector. Just knowing that he wasnt the enemy, I shyly reached up to him. He smiled gently, bending down to grip me under my arms and pull me out of the cellar.

I looked to see the remainder of my home. It wasnt much. It seems that the Rock ninja have taken everything they can, leaving it bare and messy in some places. Looking behind me I see her, my mothers decaying body on the floor. I stared at it, unsure if she was sleeping or not. The man followed my gaze but quickly gathered me up in his arms, quickly leaving the house. Wait... I whispered. Mama... The man ignored me. He continued to walk briskly through what was left of our village. I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes. I clung to him, as I looked around the village. Smoke from dying fires, dead bodies in the streets. No five year old should see anything like this. I was confused, seeing some other men walking around, some going into houses and coming out. I later found out that they were all Leaf Ninja, sent here to help the village and any survivors. I see a couple of the villagers but I didnt pay them much attention before I was handed to another ninja.

I found this one under a trap door on the far end of the village. I assume that it was her mothers body that covered the door...the man said roughly. The other man frowned, putting me down and looking me over. Trapped for two days at her age...he started, lifting my arms and examining me. I just stared at him, not knowing what was going on. Im surprised that she can stand...the man said, standing up again as he looked down at me. He then laughed. She kind of reminds me of you Orochimaru...he said, looking at the man who saved me. I looked at him too, finally taking the time to register him.

He was really tall, with long black hair and white skin. His eyes were the same shape as mine, the only difference was that his had a certain thirst, a hunger. I was still extremely young and full of innocence. However, that was quickly changed due to the event that recently happened. I still looked up at him when he frowned at the comment. Theres no resemblance...he hissed, looking down at me. He looked at me curiously, bending down to get eye level with me. Whats your name...? he asked.

I couldnt answer him. I suddenly burst out in tears, wailing like any other child. I covered my face with my dirty hands, trying to wipe my tears. The man who examined me gave me a look of pity before he walked off to check on the other villagers. The man who was called Orochimaru continued to watch me patiently. He has a soft look to his eyes at the moment, despite his cold features. With a sigh, he picked me up again, holding me close. I clung to his shirt, crying into his shoulder.

Itll be alright...he said, trying to calm me down. Once we get back to Konoha, youll be fine. Well find someone to take care of you, youll get a new home with people wholl care about you, you can start fresh again...he whispered, placing a hand on the back of my head. Itll be alright...Youre in good hands now... Oh the irony of those words. If only I knew back then that those words would haunt me forever, along with the one called Orochimaru.