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Ten year old Hoshi Iwasaki focused on the door, about ten feet away, even though her hair was being pulled rather hard and her face was being smashed against a wall. I am a brick wall. She told herself. I will not give him the pleasure of letting him see me cry. I am a brick wall, I am a brick wall. But she wasn't. Lucky she wasn't, actually, because she would have collapsed right then and there. Masaki Iwasaki wouldn't stop.

"Am I not good enough for you?" he spat through gritted teeth. Bang, Hoshi's head hit the wall. "Didn't FEEL like making dinner today for your father? Your father who loves you and cares for you? You stupid little girl. You're a self centered Btch. Some people don't even have houses to live in, or loving fathers like ME." Bang, bang bang.

Wow, Hoshi thought. That is a beautiful door. I wonder if it's as sturdy as it looks. Some things aren't really as sturdy as they appear. Hoshi smiled to herself- but my mom was, I bet. Beautiful and sturdy. Everything Hoshi wished she was. Though this was no wish-upon-a-star; this was dream. And it would never come true.

"ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?" Masaki roared in Hoshi's ear "You are a spoiled stupid brat." He said, lowering his voice, but adding malice to his tone. "And you killed your mother." That hit home. "It's all your fault she's dead. Now leave me alone, you little Whre." Hoshi ran up the stairs, and up the ladder built in to the house leading to the roof, opening the passageway and stepping outside.

It was true. Her mother's death was all her fault. Her father hadn't killed her mother, in fact, she never saw him lay a hand on her. Actually, she had never seen her mother at all. It was tragic. Hoshi's mother, Kichi, had given birth to Hoshi at age 19, and died shortly after. Hoshi had killed her. Kichi had been weak, and Hoshi was the last thing she saw. The horrible baby that had killed her.

And Hoshi knew her father hated her for it. No, she shook her head, ridding herself of such thoughts He loves me very much. He just punished me for a bad thing. That's all. It happens all the time. A warm tear trickled down Hoshi's cheek. She was about to raise a hand to wipe it away, but she realized she was alone. No one was here except her and the stars. So she let a new tear guide itself down her cheek, followed by another, and another. Until she couldn't stop crying.

Blinded by tears, the only thing she could see was the stars. That's what she liked about stars. They were always there at night, when she was wallowing in self-pity. She had a lovely life, and a lovely dad. Except she messed everything up- just by being born.

Maybe if she hadn't been born, her mother and father would still both be alive and happy.

They'd love each other forever and ever. And they wouldn't even need to be angry with each other, or pay for snotty little kids like Hoshi. They'd be better off.

Yet here she was- sitting on a roof, wasting away looking at stars. What good was she? Her father was right- she was a stupid, spoiled brat. She was no good at anything. Especially ninja school, she thought with a sob. She had absolutely no talent. No Kekkei genkai, no special abilities. She was no different then anyone else in her village. In fact, she was worse then them all. She was worse when everyone, except maybe Jiro. But he was much better then he let on. Even Kano, the stupid kid, was better then her. So why was she friends with Sasuke Uchiha? Who knew…

But that was beside the point. Sasuke probably wasn't even her friend. He probably secretly hated her, and thought she was a spoiled brat. I am a spoiled brat, though. Hoshi tried to envision her mother telling her it would all be okay. There were some pictures of her mother around the house. She had thick, brown hair, flawless skin, and an enchanting smile. Nothing like Hoshi. Which is why Hoshi wondered how Masaki could look at Hoshi and see Kichi. Sometimes, they'd just be sitting, eating dinner in silence- the way Masaki liked it- and Masaki would look at her, and get really angry.

Hoshi wondered why he hit her, if she reminded him of her mother so much. That was when Hoshi started to wonder if he father had ever hit Kichi. And then she began to think, and then almost- almost, know. Her father didn't love her mother as much as Hoshi had thought. But he still didn't kill her a voice popped into her head. It sounded like her father's. Great, Hoshi thought, irritated now I'll have his voice in my head ALL the time.

So this was how she often spent her nights. She'd drift off to sleep on the roof, feeling angry and sorry for herself. But when she woke up, it was time to put everything behind her. Hoshi hid everything that happened to her at her house in the back of her mind, during the day. She'd wake up frowning, with a few dried tears on her face. But she'd smile and walk off to ninja school confidently.

Hoshi went to school in the mist village. So how did she know Sasuke Uchiha? She didn't really. They had met, once, and sent letters back and forth ever since. But now, Sasuke's letter had come less often, and shorter. Typical. Most people lost interest in a person quickly- Sasuke was no exception. They had been six years old- an innocent age- when they met. Four year ago, sending letters back and forth. Hoshi scrounged up the money by helping out in various shops- her father never even knew. Not like he'd give it negative attention, that she was working, he'd just probably take all her money. "Better for the family" he'd say. Hoshi scoffed. What family?

It was right here, about a week ago, Hoshi had dropped her most valuable possession- a crystal necklace her mom once wore. She had found it among her dad's belongings, in a junk pile he was intending to throw out. It said had fading letters written on the crystal in small, beautiful handwriting:" I HI" The K and C had worn off. But it was still important to her. More important then anything, ever. And she had dropped it, and it had shattered. She frantically searched the roof for remains, but it had all either fallen off or been lost from sight. She remembered thinking, Just one piece as tears spilled down her cheeks, One piece, and it'll all by okay. And deep down, she wished the same thing about her mother.

Just one piece, one fragment of her and I'll be okay.

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