Prologue: The Past
Once there was a girl.
The girl was pretty normal, in an average kind of way. Her family was that normally rowdy one that would make you glance their way but not think twice about their behavior and she had a appearance that you probably wouldn't look twice at.
But, then again, there is no such thing as a normal or average person.
The girl had really bad luck. Like really, really bad luck.
There was the time, on her seventh birthday, a stray dog entered her yard and, when she tried to stop it, she ended up getting dragged on the ground before smashing straight int the cake. Later that night, her father and her were kidnapped where her father died, no, was murdered right in front f her because he was assumed to be the Ninja.
At the time, it made no sense to her. Her and her best friends were abscessed with the Ninja because he was good.
Why would anyone want to kill him?
The man had her for a week longer and, when the police had finally found her, she told her family that her father had gotten into some debt because of his gambling problem (he had told her once that he cheated but had kept it from the rest of her family) and had disappeared to keep them safe.
Her family had believed the lie.
Her mother had taken it the hardest, locking herself in her room and, when she thought they couldn't hear, she cried herself to sleep.
The girl hated the pain she brought her family but it was for their own safety.
"I have eyes everywhere, little girl. You say anything about this night, I'll kill you and everyone you love."
Oh, how she hated bringing pain to others.
After a few hours of watching her family pack up their belongings, she quickly got bored, going to walk around the neighborhood, stopping in front of a park.
She walked to the swings, imagining the laughter of her friends, the cool wind touching the areas of spilled ice cream on her favorite blue dress.She sat down on the rusted swing, her feet barely touching the ground as tears track down her face, all due to her happy memories."'... I'll kill you and everyone you love.' That's what the mean man said, right?"She glanced over to her side, staring at a girl with ink-dark black hair. "Who are you?" She questioned before narrowing her eyes. "Are you stalking me?" The girl shook her head, plopping down in the swing next to her.It was silent for a few minutes before the girl broke it. "We can make the mean man pay. Don't you want to make him pay? You can stay wit your friends and your family will finally be happy.""How?" She whispered, gripping the chains, feeling the imprints form in her hands. The girl got off the swing, standing in front of her. "Just take my hand."And so, she did.
The girl was in Japan, five years later, with a man with hair as red and bright as fire and eyes as green as a freshly grown field of grass serving as her sensei. She had just beaten him in the "Ultimate Test", meaning she could never see him again."My student, my daughter, you are destined to do great things, unlike that poorly trained Ninja," he took a knee, putting a hand on her shoulder while his other gripped a necklace tightly. She forced herself to stare directly at his grim face. "He will need your services for that book of his does nothing." She nodded, her contracting tightly as tears pooled in her eyes. "Thank you, Maki Con.""No," he said, gripping her shoulder, "thank you."
"Why is everyone always leaving us?"The girl muttered into her pillow as her mother put a warm hand on her back, attempting to soothe her. "Oh sweetie, they aren't leaving us--"Her head shot up. "That's right, we're leaving them! Why are we moving? Didn't we leave to make 'new and better memories'?""Well, you can't always run from the bad ones... I loved your father too and after they..." she gulped, her blue eyes clouded, "Found his body, it hurt me too. It's okay to feel like giving up but you have to walk through it. Let better things come your way."She glanced into her mom's eyes, seeing the tears shining in her eyes. "I guess you're right..." She leaned forward, hugging her. "I'm sorry..."
"Norrisville!" The girl groaned out, getting out of the cramped car while stretching her arms up above her head. "This is the seventh time we've moved, you'd think I'd be more used to it." Most of the time, her family would spend a year in their new home (Japan, New York, etc.) before they ended up moving once more.She ran a hand through her long strands of hair, glancing around the seemingly calm neighborhood before stopping across the street, peering at the two boys. They didn't give any hint of noticing her family of four getting out of the car and, if she had to be extremely honest, they didn't really seem to care. She watched them for a few moments, a sense of recognition spreading through her. A sigh escaped her, her turning and pulling a bang away from her face as she grabbed her suitcase and walking into the empty house.