She's not perfect i promise, i'll soon reveal some very un-Mary-Sue qualities my dear Kira possesses.
With a gasp I shot up from the bed, hands automatically reaching under the pillow for a kunai that wasn't there.
Taking in my surroundings I calmed myself and let my bloodshot eyes dance over the red flashing numbers on the bedside alarm clock.
And like always
It was 4:32 am
Gripping the white bed sheets I gritted my teeth.
How can I ever forget the past?
It's been carved into my mind so deep not even my subconscious can bare to ignore it.
Goosebumps decorated my shadowed skin as I explored Konoha nightlife. The streets were still and the only sounds came whispering of the wind through autumn leaves and my shoes gently treading the dirt road.
My body still ached and was tender in certain places but I was healing, like all ninja I healed exceptionally fast, but there was much to heal, it would take time.
Stars were strewn across the sky like silver paint splatters on a vast navy canvas. The full moon shone down on me in all its silver glory, the things it must have seen.
Yet it still remains untouched, untainted, it truly was gorgeous.
I removed my eyes from the sky and took in the foreign surroundings.
I had lived in this village for years and got no more than a glimpse of what the town had to offer.
The only thing familiar was the Hokage's building located in the heart of the city. It was so big, so tall I could see it from my old window.
Continuing my aimless wonder, my thoughts morphed into the events of yesterday.
I scowled and my fists formed into tight balls.
I looked so weak, vulnerable.
Well that won't happen again now will it? No
I admired my visible stitches, clean, even and not too deep. Sasuke was good, they'd leave small, even scars.
Pinks and purples gradually formed up in the sky as sunlight peaked over the horizon before painting the ink skies brilliant shades of vermillion.
The only thing I did like about my unwanted wake ups,
I always rose before sun, always.
Shops would be opening soon I thought curiously,
Do they still own the flower store?
I changed direction and slowly made my way to the shopping district I had spotted earlier
The Yamanaka flower shop.
I hesitated, standing fifteen or so meters in front of the small plant store. I'd been waiting a while now.
I could see a platinum blonde haired girl around my age setting up the store.
My heartbeat grew frantic, pounding furiously in my chest.
Without much notice and an absent look she flipped over the window hanging that said 'Closed' to 'Open'.
Walking outside with the grace of a dancer or that of an amateur ninja she bent over setting a sign outside that advertised the shop.
As she started to stand strait and stiffened, she tilted her head to me warily, she must have felt my gaze on her. Good.
Her curiously confused face stared me down with light blue eyes.
And in the span of a few seconds her brows raised, jaw dropped and tears ran rivers down her pale cheeks.
"Ki-Kira? Oh my god" she said shakily before she ran to me and circled her slender arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck.
I felt hot tears slide down my shoulder.
"I-I stopped getting letters and I-I though– I thought you were dead" She sobbed into the crook of my neck.
Despite being a year younger than her I was still a fair few inches taller.
My mind wondered from the situation, she really shouldn't bother worrying.
I made 'shhh' type sounds into the top of her head and cautiously wrapped one arm around her waist, using the other to rub circles on her middle back as it heaved in rhythm with her tears.
"It's all right Ino, can't get rid of me that easy" I whispered into her pale hair.
Meanwhile another blonde headed Ninja stood gawking with wide electric orbs and a noodle hanging out of his mouth. He stared at the two girls hugging in the street.
And for once
He just couldn't believe it.
After reassuring Ino I'd see go see her again soon I made my way to a small unkempt weapons store id seen on my way to the flower shop.
I had stolen a few cheap kunai and shuriken yesterday but now I was looking for something a different.
Rusted wind chimes sounded as I walked into an aged weapons shop.
It smelt of ancient incense and the walls appeared the same shade as nicotine stains.
The dimly lit room held assortments of unusual and uncommon weapons.
None of which I was looking for.
An old man walked through the dangling beads and made his way lazily behind the register.
"How may I help you?" He recited with the croaky voice that could only be paired with a chain smoker.
"I'm not sure you have what I'm looking for" I mused walking in and stopping about a meter away from him, I glanced down and picked up a small dagger, toying with it, as if I was uninterested, unprepared, unarmed.
I made sure he was arm's length away, just in case he decides to be clever and pull out a weapon, that way I can still reach over the desk and snap his neck, or ram this dagger through his eye, enough force and it would puncture to the frontal lobe. A quick death.
He saw my calculating gaze and his wrinkles deepened as his messy eyebrows rose in slight caution, he wasn't buying it.
"You see, I'm looking for a pair of twin katana"
I stared into his pallid brown eyes with a set of un-amused blue orbs.
"But they must be products of Haigato Agori"
Those dull orbs widened.
"You know of the swords?" he whispered standing straighter and boring into me with panicked eyes.
I came here with hope by some long-shot he'd have a pair but now I was sure.
He wouldn't be so weary if he didn't.
The swords I'm speaking of were all made by Haigato Agori.
A strange, disturbed man I had never had the displeasure of meeting but had heard much of on my travels
It was told that he was a lonely boy, his parents neglected him and his dream of becoming a ninja was crushed when a few bullies shattered his ankle with baseball bat.
People avoided the unusual little boy.
Small with hollow skeletal features and eyes a shade of off mustard
They were unfriendly at best.
People hated him and the feeling was mutual, so he began to brood, hate everyone who ever looked down of him, tormented him, and ignored him. He turned to manufacturing weapons, it was the closest he could get to the dream he'd had stolen from him, and even as a child he was a talented swordsmith
Haigato constructed 60 sets of twin katana all sharper than any razor or kunai of his generation. They were streamlined and lightweight,
And so incredibly easy to use
But they came with one hateful purpose.
Haigato found the most talented, malicious rouge ninja's he could and gave them each a pair of swords with a malevolent
Sixty psychopaths, one hundred and twenty astonishing katana
On the 20th of august, on Haigato's 28th birthday everyone in the town of Haigato's birth was slaughtered.
Almost a thousand woman, children and men were butchered with those katana.
Not many people knew of the swords and those who did were too paranoid to publicly own them. Shopkeepers would find the exquisite pieces on their doorsteps only to discover through rumours that they were 'cursed'.
But no one with any appreciation for weapons could destroy something so magnificent.
So they sat in storerooms accumulating dust as paranoid morons refused to use them, I was aware of only two sets in use.
And this foolish man in front of me probably assumed I was originally paired with a set of the swords.
She didn't correct him.
He rushed past the waterfall of dangling wooden beads blocking the doorway to what I assumed was a stock room.
I heard the crashing of boxes and the scurrying of feet as he searched franticly.
He soon came out with a long rectangle wooden box and shoved it into my waiting hands. It seemed as though for once things were going my way.
"Take them and leave" he whispered hastily
"Just don't come back" He said, eyes darting to the entry door and back to my blank face. Without a word goodbye I walked out of the store.
I stroked a thumb across the raw, unstained wooden as a subtle smirk graced my lips.
Perfect.