So…You enjoy killing? Prologue

Hitomi.

My name is Hitomi. My parents gave me this name because of the beautiful set of eyes I have been gifted with; I had big ebony pupils that made everyone look at me in awe. My eyes were almost terrifying, but in a cute way. I had long black hair that hung around my hips.

I am six years old and have lived peacefully until this day by the edge of the Sunagakure village. My parents loved me; I was sure of that. I was daddy's little girl. Whenever he would come from missions I would sprint to the door and gave him a big hug. My mother always spoiled me when dad would be gone every now and then.

I never had any friends. Not that my parents wouldn't let me, but I had quite a shy nature and I would get picked on for it. I was not sad though. The only ones I needed were my parents. They were the most important people in my life.

One day mommy took me along with her to go make some groceries in the center of the village. My mother was always cautious around this area, always holding my hand and looking around more carefully. I did not know why, though.

On this day I saw the boy that was going to be my friend; for life.

When mommy and I were getting out of the market I saw the most beautiful human I have ever laid eyes upon. He was alone on the playground holding a teddy bear. He looked lonely, just like me. I pulled on my mommy's hand and pointed at him. She began hurrying her pace. I asked her why we were rushing. I wanted to talk to him. She looked at me with the most hate filled eyes I have ever seen; she was scared and angry as if thinking how could I ask her such a thing. She stopped and slapped me before resumed running away from the center. As we were running away I looked at him. He also saw me. Maybe he heard when mother slapped me. He kept looking at me, never breaking the gaze until I was out of sight.

When we got home mother apologized to me. She has never slapped me before. Ever. She pulled me aside and made me promise not to go near that boy again. But I kind of knew I was lying to her. She told me he was dangerous and that he would kill me. She said that he was a monster. She said that word with such hate and disgust it scared me; my mother scared me. That little boy looked as innocent and naïve as me. He was cute even. I refused to believe her. There was no way he was a monster.

That night we were evicted from the village by the orders of the Kazekage. The entire village was here, shaking in fear. There was a loud growl, followed by the sound of buildings being crushed. I could see through the crack of the gate, the beast that was terrorizing the village. This whole thing lasted for like three hours. When we were allowed to enter the village we discovered that our house has been totally destroyed; the whole village was destroyed for that matter. My parents were not poor, nor rich. They cared for one another more than their possessions, so they were happy we got out of this without being harmed. The Kazekage announced that he was going to help us rebuilt our houses. Everything would be alright…But my question was…where did that beast came from out of nowhere? No one would tell me anything, and I was afraid of asking my parents because I did not want to be punished again. I did not know anything, but I needed to find out.

Could the so called beast be connected in some way to the little boy my mommy calls a monster? But how? It was impossible, there has to be another answer, it was absurd.

That night when we rested in the shelter I kept thinking about it, but to no avail. I could not figure things on my own. I think that…I will ask that boy; when the time comes. He wouldn't hurt me, would he?

A few weeks later, after our house was remade my parents gave me permission to go make some friends in the park. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I had to find him. I have not once seen him since then, but something deep in my gut told me he would be there, or in that area. On my way to the center I heard a noise down some random alley. It sounded like some kind of muffled screams. Was there someone getting robbed or…

The alley was kind of dark, but the moon made a good light source. There was a taller figure and a small one. Then realization hit me. It was that little boy…what was going on?

In one swift movement of the little boy's wrist, sand rose from the ground and latched out at the adult. When the little boy tightened his fist, his victim has exploded, tainting the walls around him in blood. My heart was racing. I just assisted at a crime…I was not scared…I was kind of nervous. What he just did made my stomach nervous. I was not grossed out…I couldn't put my finger on it. What I was feeling I had no idea.

I just wanted to see more. This little boy…amazed me. I like it.

The boy turned around and walked towards me. I did not turn to hide. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to command his sand to hold me like that…

Before he got out the alley I felt someone pull me back and sprint off carrying me. It was my father.

When we got home both my parents scolded me, telling me I was grounded. I did not listen to them. My mind was on that little boy and at what he had done with such ease. Was I a freak for thinking that? That I was excited for someone else's death?

One day I was helping my mother hang clothes outside. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little lizard that has just blew its cover. I thought about capturing it and show it to my mommy, and before I knew it, the lizard was floating in front of my face. I was controlling the being. I would make it spin around, I made it go closer or further. I was holding it like I was controlling some kind of invisible force…like I had some kind of invisible hands picking things up for me. I called for my mommy to show her what I could do, hoping I could make her proud. When she turned towards me her eyes widened. She slapped the lizard away and took me inside. She threw me in my room and whispered "Just…what are you?" before closing the door. I heard she locked the door.

What did she mean by that? I was her daughter…Did I do something I was not supposed to? I did not understand. My mommy would just get me food and lock me in my room. She never let me out since then. When daddy came home I heard him and mommy arguing. They never argued before. I sat on my bed when daddy opened the door to my room. He looked at me with a shocked and disgusted expression on his face. He covered his mouth and sprint to the bathroom to puke. My mommy came in and began hitting me more and more violently. I tried to run, to go to my father to protect me. When I finally escaped my mother's grasp I ran in my father's arms. I felt him embracing me and for a moment I thought he was going to make some sense in this…but how wrong I was…

I felt the cold, metallic blade of a kunai on my nape. He was going to kill me. My parents were planning to kill me. I was so upset…but most of all…I felt angry…How could the only people I cared about treat me like this? I loved my parents with all my being…I did not understand. I struggled against my father's grip. Then I remembered the little boy…and the powers I discovered not so long ago.

I closed my eyes and I thought about how I would kill my parents, ripping their skin apart until only their skeleton would remain. I would paint every inch of this house's walls in blood and spread the sweet smell of death all over the place.

I opened my eyes and it was done. Just like that. My parents were dead.

I was alone…I never wanted to kill them, but they left me no choice. They wanted to kill me first.

My father's remains were scattered all over the bathroom. His skeleton was lying in the tub in an unnatural position. I walked closer to observe my surroundings. It was beautiful; so, so beautiful.

Everything was fine until I saw my reflection in the mirror. My eyes…

My eyes were the most unnatural shade of white…I had no pupils, not anymore…It was just my white eyeball…But I still could see perfectly. Hm…This must be the reason why my parents locked me up and decided to kill me. This and my powers…I was a monster…in their eyes at least…

But I thought I was so beautiful…I was very beautiful…I caressed my pale cheeks. I was so pure and soft…I was perfect.

I silently walked out of the house. It was dark outside, but I knew someone who I could share my achievements with. Someone who was always awake and brought me to enjoy this…This desire to kill…

I skipped my way to the park with a big grin on my face. I was happy; so happy. There was no one who could forbid me to see that little boy again…

I found him torturing another unfortunate soul…My heart skipped a beat.

He was playing with him, tormenting him. The pitiful human escaped him, but tripped and fell down when he saw my face. I walked towards the little boy, with the same happy grin. I looked at the little boy, then at the human. He was paralyzed in fear. This made me excited, I felt so powerful, so free…

The human raised his head and looked at me in fear…Those eyes. Those disgusting eyes…The same eyes my parents looked at me with; because of my beautiful eyes…

I took him by the neck and raised him up high, as high as I could and tore him up limb from limb. When I split his stomach up I tore his inside up until he was unrecognizable.

Both the boy and I were covered in blood. I took steps towards him. He did not look at me with hate, just indifference. That was good enough for me. I felt so alike with him, I smiled at him and decided to speak.

"So…You enjoy killing?"