A/N: This is my character's background chapter Enjoy

I don't own Naruto, but I might possibly own the characters I made up

Amaya Hayashi

Amaya's POV:

There's really only one emotion I usually show. Any others have been erased over time by the people I once looked up to the most. Happiness, sadness, jealousy, content… -ness, pleasure, love. I feel nothing. Only on rare occasions will I ever force a small smile, mainly to humor someone else. However, I can be annoyed if you try extra hard, but that's beside the point. The past has taught me to trust no one but those that have proven to you countless times that they are worthy of your trust. Even then, I am cautious of them because I can never be too sure.

Most of my clan is dead. I'm the one to blame for that, and I have the cursed sword to prove it. My clan lived on its own on a mountain between the Country of Fire and the Country of Earth. We didn't really take sides during wars, but neither side would have wanted us anyway. We were known for being bloodthirsty and ruthless killers. Most everyone in my clan had copper colored hair. Outsiders even made a joke about the color having to do with how much blood our opponents shed when we fight them. Those outsiders weren't heard of again…

Anyways… I was born with a twin brother at midnight during a full moon. That alone was rare, but what interested the clan elders the most is that we both had silver hair and turquoise eyes. No one in our clan looked the way we did. At first everyone thought that we might grow out of it and our hair would darken over time. The teal eyes weren't too uncommon in our clan, but it still interested the elders.

My brother and I were best friends. We did everything together. I was there when he wanted an answer to a question and he was there when I needed protection. The two of us were inseparable. We didn't leave each others side even when our older sister offered to take ONE of us to her ninja academy boarding school program in Konoha. My brother and I never fought or got mad at the other. We were like one being.

On our 7th birthday there was another full moon. All of the years that we had been spending time together, the elders had spent time looking through old prophesies searching for a cause behind our unnatural hair and eye color. They had found one.

It predicted that two twins with snowy white hair and eyes like the ocean would be born into our clan and become whole when together. It also said that we would grow old together and become the ultimate weapon when one of us dies and is made into a sword for the one left behind to use. After reading this, the elders became greedy and didn't want to wait for one of us to die of natural causes. They murdered my brother on our 7th birthday at 7pm and mixed his blood with the black metal used to make the katana I currently own.

I should have been the one to die. That night, our parents took me out to dinner for our birthday and left him behind because he had caught the flu. I wanted to stay with him, but he convinced me to go out because he wanted me to have fun on our birthday since he couldn't. During the meal, my eyes started to water and before I knew it, I couldn't stop crying. I could feel that he had died, because it felt as if a part of me died too.

We rushed home, but when we got there, it was too late. The elders just smiled at me like I had won a competition and presented me with the black sword. I don't know what they expected me to do, but they probably didn't think that I'd turn into a demon and kill them all. Here, let me explain.

When I saw my brother's body, my knees gave out. When the elders gave me the sword, I felt the spirit of my twin inside of it. I felt so weak and helpless. At that time, something within me snapped and my tears turned to blood. My conscience was pushed back and something else took over. A sadistic smile was plastered on my face, showing off pointy rows of teeth. My shoulders slumped forwards and my head tilted up and to the side as if I was questioning their authority. Then I went on a rampage. I killed 37 people that night, smiling sadistically and crying tears of blood the entire time. My parents were finally able to stop me by putting a seal on the palm of my hand and engraving several seals on my new sword.

The ironic part is that the seal is shaped like the kanji for death. My parents and I moved to Konoha with my older sister a few days later. She was just graduating the ninja academy at the time. They hoped that I would find a new life there and signed me up for the ninja academy that my older sister had loved so much. I didn't find a new life. Ever since the incident, I was stoical and indifferent to almost everyone else. However, I did manage to make a few 'friends.'

Sasuke Uchiha was an acquaintance of mine. We shared some things in common. Meme Yamasaki was the most annoying person I had ever met, but at the same time someone I felt somewhat comfortable around. She is probably the closest thing I have to a friend other than my older sister, Sayuri. I've been living with Sayuri ever since our parents died while on a mission. My twin brother still protects me beyond the grave through the part of his soul that is caged within my black sword.

A/N: So, how was it? Was it depressing enough?