Biodata
Name: Mizu Ashiya (last, first)
Nickname: Ash, Ashi, Shiya
Biological family: All deceased
Age: 5 -15 (may vary)
…
You had just come from training. You were just 5 years old but the skills you had were that of a 12 year old.
Again you overdid the training and came home late.
Panting you arrived at your house.
Awkward eerie silence filled your ears.
‘Why is it it’s this silent.’ You thought.
It was never ‘this’ quiet.
“AHHHH!” someone inside your house screamed.
You tensed up.
Panic.
Was the first feeling that you felt after the screech.
‘Was that… Mother?’ you thought.
The scream of agony really resembled you mother’s voice.
Sweat was pouring from your forehead.
Why was it that your mother screamed?
Was there an enemy lying around?
Was it really your mother who gave the shrieking sound?
Questions after questions appeared in your mind.
But you didn’t have time to think for answers.
You just had to find out.
…
You crept towards your house’s main door.
The tension filled you.
You gulped.
Fear was definitely overpowering you.
You put all effort opening the door.
Silence
You frantically searched around and whispered a small “Okaa-san?”.
But your mother wasn’t near the main door.
Another screech of agony and misery filled your ears.
Your breathing quickened.
You walked towards the room where an eerie aura was felt.
But a loud ‘thud’ was heard.
You were SO scared.
Your pace quickened.
Faster, faster, faster.
And then you heard someone laugh…
Like an insane man…
You ran.
You didn’t even know where you were heading to.
“Run, run, run.” a scary little voice chanted, it adored your every move.
Everytime it could sense your fear.
And it loved it.
It was astonished by everything you did.
…
A door was infront of you.
You slowly touched the doorknob.
Reluctantly, hoping that no one was behind that door.
But, if there was.
You wished it was your mom or your dad.
…
You sighed in relief.
It was only your father.
You smiled a little.
You were saved.
“Otou-san?” you asked and gained his full attention. His gaze went to yours.
Or not.
“You thing! Get away from me, Bitch!” he stressed the words thing and bitch.
This made you completely afraid.
You gasped.
Blood.
Blood was spilled on the floor.
On the carpet.
Some on the walls.
And…
There lay your mother.
Covered in her own blood.
You swallowed.
You didn’t know what to say.
“DEMON!” you father replied.
He was somewhat afraid, but at the same time it looked as if he loved the sight of blood.
He was laughing, manically.
“DIE, BAKEMONO!” you were in confusion and in fear.
But before death could reach you.
You grabbed the katana your father had out of his grasp.
…
He had died.
You had killed him.
But he killed your mother, his wife.
You couldn’t blame him.
You had found out that you had this certain special jutsu which could help you manipulate some elements.
You were considered a demon to your village.
So you left.
But you lived.
And even if no one cared about you.
Even if the world despised you.
Even if they called you demon over and over again.
You would not die.
You resisted to die.
Your happy and giddy face was gone.
Replaced with an emotionless and cold face.
…
You survived by clinging desperately to life.
But, you didn’t care.
All you cared about was living.
As long as you lived nothing else mattered.
Nothing else.
…
Until, one day…
You were walking, simply passing by.
A kid laughed at your attire.
And insulted you.
Not that you minded.
But someone called you.
“Hey. Kid.” A deep emotionless voice passed through your ears.
You turned your head to meet black onyx-colored eyes.
You looked at him weirdly.
“Why don’t you fight the kid that insulted you?” he asked
“Why do you care?” you answered his question by another question.
He shrugged.
“Fight the kid. If you win, I’ll take you in.” he stated sipping some tea.
“Why would I want ‘you’ to take ‘me’ in?” I asked.
“By the looks of it, kid. You got no home to go to…”
I listened to him with curiosity.
He continued “And you’re a ninja, aren’t you?”
What was weird, how’d he know I was a ninja?
Was is that obvious?
“Just fight the kid.” He stated.
Weird as hell, you had agreed on fighting the kid.
The stranger smirked.
FIGHT!
The kid smirked.
“Wanna fight me?” He asked.
“Obviously.” You replied.
His grin widened.
He started rambling and ranting about his ‘superb’ and ‘exemplary’ skills.
You didn’t listen.
“Are you done talking to yourself?” you asked him in a very annoyed tone.
He furrowed his eyebrows.
He frowned and threw 4 kunais at you.
You dodged all of the kunais.
“You’ll regret that you dodged my kunais.” Replied the kid.
‘Time to analyze.’ You thought.
‘Kid, gender: male, age: ranges from 7-9, obvious traits: cocky and annoying’
‘Weapon of choice: plain kunais’
You waited for him to attack once more.
His kunai missed.
And other.
And other.
‘Note to self: He has bad aim.’ I thought.
…
The battle was over in less than 5 minutes.
Okay…
Less than 2 minutes.
The kid was a ninja, but…
He wasn’t ‘as’ good as you were.
…
The stranger who talked you into fighting the kid approached you.
“Wanna be in the Akatsuki?” he asked.
“Akatsuki?... Sure, why not.” You replied casually.
“By the way… The name’s Uchiha Itachi.” The stranger said.
“Mizu Ashiya .Uhmmmm… Ashi… Just Ashi” you stated.
(Gomenasai. I altered Itachi’s character.)
“Oy!” your yellow haired acquaintance bopped you head slightly.
“Ow.” You said. Rubbing where you had been hit, but your emotionless demeanor not dropping in.
“Did you here what I just said, un?” questioned the blond looking man.
“Uh… Yes?” you kinda replied.
“Then what did I just say, un?” it was very annoying that he would always add his ‘un’ after each sentence.
“Something about Rei-dono…” you trailed off.
“Yes, un. I said
