Introduction: Atsusa Aayana.

My name is Aayana. I was told that my clan name is Atsusa, but I don't know what-or who-to trust anymore.

I remember darkness and pain.

The dark is now my nightmare.

I remember a man who was as a snake, in appearance, voice, and manner.

Snakes now torment me throughout my dreams

I remember silver hair a bit like my own, glasses veiling cruel eyes, and a sharp blade that cut flesh swiftly.

The wielders of medicine also wield such tools. I hate and fear them as well.

These were my world.

These things, these people taught me of my power, my ability, but they did not care for me. I was a tool to them.

I owe them a dept, for they raised me as my parents were dead, but I don't believe that they deserve the payment.

They trained me as a Ninja, but they used me.

I killed many people.

My training was not completed there.

Eventually I escaped. I would not stay with those who wanted me to kill those who didn't fight back and to fight pointless battles.

People from Konohagakure found me. I hadn't seen anybody but those from Oto. I assumed that these were enemies. I attacked them.

I had never used Eternal Nightmare on a person before.

They didn't beg for mercy, as I had thought they would.

Frowning, I released them. They suddenly were behind me and blackness hit hard.

When I woke up I was in a plain room. The person standing over me held a blade like the ones wielded by the silver-haired snake-accomplice.

I would not be held by them again!

I lashed out. This was the first of my many attempts to free myself from the white-clad-knife-bearers, the people who would capture me, imprison me. On one such event, I felt new eyes on me, calculating and cold eyes.

Eyes like Silver-hair's.

The owner of these eyes was dressed all in black. She looked like she had been crying. Her dark blue-grey eyes were pain filled and icy cold.

She reminded me of me.

One of the medics said something but I barely heard it.

Blood began to spill from my eyes. The room swirled around me. I knew that I had over-used my Akagan far too much.

The girl left.

The medics-my captors-let me free, a bit, but I would always have to return to speak endlessly and throw things that were nearby at who I had to speak to. They seemed to encourage it.

Then they decided that I would attend "school."

I knew from their tone of voice that they were not expecting me to like "school." They were far too cheerful.

I glared at them, my Kekkei Genkai, Akagan, making my eyes glow red, but decided that I might as well.

At school I was the farthest behind. I didn't know much, and so I was teased.

Those who teased me were punished. They, like those before them, would not fight back once my Akagan was activated. Once it was, I saw everything in terms of heat. By this, I could read the mood of my opponent quite accurately, which unnerved them.

Those who face me will all fall.