The dark skies covered the leaf village as many civilians ran from the fields to their houses for refuge. It has come. As the fourth hokage had predicted, one of the most powerful spirits escaped and was on the move. It did, in fact, attack the outskirts of the hidden village but not causing any direct harm to the people.

It was a very talented, former-leaf ninja who had released the demon on one of the most powerful ninja villages of all time: Madara Uchiha. Many, many years ago, he was one of the founders of the the Hidden Leaf Village alongside Hashirama Senju, both their clans being exceptionally powerful. They were both fighting for the title of Hokage, to become the leader of the new great village, but the Senju beat him. He grew upset about this feeling that his clan was not getting the attention they rightly deserved. He tried to persuade the rest of his powerful clan to rebel and take the leadership position for themselves, but they did not listen to him and he was in shame. He fled. Now, he had come back to accomplish a different goal he had set for himself.

However meanwhile, two thieves were trying to take advantage of the chaos that just so happened to occur as they eerily passed by from a previous mission to the Country of Water. Being from the Hidden Sound Village, a mysterious village just north of the Land of Fire, they were mischievous and decided to take a peek around to steal any loot.

The three criminals passed by a large, white compound with a blue roof. Upon seeing it's magnificence, they saw the jackpot. Sneaking into a room on the top floor, they saw a woman sitting in a chair, her back to the window. She seemed to be singing a lullaby to something she was holding. But all around the room was precious jewelry, calligraphy, art, and they wanted all they could grab. The criminals quickly smashed the windows by throwing a kunai which landed square in the woman's back, directly on her heart.

She screamed not in pain, but as a warning for her entire house of the intruders. When she did so, one of the men heard the lady whisper, "God will watch over you. Never loose faith. I will watch over you." With this, she slumped back in her chair, head hanging over the top of the rocking chair, eyes closed. The pain was so overwhelming but she was silently able to treat herself as she was a medical nin. Unfortunately, that was all she could do. After using that chakra for herself, she lost the energy to hold her child.

The little baby started to cry. To keep her from making any further noise to reveal their presence, that same thief who threw the kunai quickly grabbed her and stuffed the thing in his bag full of other priceless objects.

With their bags stuffed to the brim, the three fled to the eastern borders to make a fortune of their newly acquired possessions. As for the child: sell it for its worth or keep it as a slave, raising it as a slave, keeping it obedient as a slave. Even making it go out to steal any money necessary. A slave sounded like less time consuming plan so as they whispered among each other on the now sandy grounds. The thrill of being free from labor! No need to ever worry as long as it was safe and unthreatened. They knew the being would probably feel helpless and insignificant, probably end up running away or the like, but maybe keeping it under a jutsuu would keep anything hazardous from happening.

They discussed all their plans with glee and delight. It was not until they noticed another's presence did they stop their chit-chat. The most experienced of the three ninjas could feel the channels of two developed chakra channels, he warned the others to slow their pace, at the same time preparing for another battle to clear the filthy world of sinners. As they approached, it seemed those channels of power slowly decreased and upon halting to see possessors of skill, they began to roll in laughter.

"Guys, there's nothing to be scared of. I'm sorry I worried y'all for nothing. Wow, kids," he now directed to the two little shinobi of blond and brown. "Why are you out here so late? Your mommy is going to get worried about you." These "kids" could hear the taunt in his voice. They looked at each other, nodded their heads, and jumped up and out of sight.
"I thought they were teaching honor and respect for adults these days."
"Oh they are, but you obviously haven't learned respect for the royalties," came from a pretty deep voice from above.
The leader spun around only to be facing a hideous wooden face. A darker voice than the other replied to the previous voice, "A lesson sure ought to be taught." And what they could envision as a grin on the kids was-supposedly-innocent faces, they were all knocked out by either spikes with potions on them, or wind blasting through their ears to affect even their brains. They collapsed to the ground.
"Nice job, little brother," said the voice, recognized as a female's with much authority.
"Not too shabby yourself, 'your majesty,'" with a slight bow to the girl. "You give excellent speeches to those wrong-doers."
"Well they deserve it..." she said before she stopped mid-sentence. "Do you hear that?" the girl asked her younger brother.
He allowed a slight pause before he answered. He never liked getting her questions wrong. "Wait! I do! But where's that crying coming from?"

They searched around in the sand for the little crying infant. At last the girl came upon one of the thief's bags and looked inside to see a fragile baby in a lavender nightgown. She assumed the baby was a girl because of her long, delicate eyelashes and beautiful indigo hair that was growing out to the baby's shoulders now. The five year old girl hushed her down a bit and once she was calmed down, her eyes opened to be a pearly white. The sight amazed the girl so much she stumbled backward.

"Brother, come here and see this. She has... white eyes..." her voice dying down in the growing wind and sand.
"Amazing!" exclaimed the four year old boy. "I vote that we go ask father if she can be my sister!" Being the younger brother, the purpose was to offend his elder sister for laughs, but went the wrong way was she slightly flicked her fan and blew him 200 meters back.
"Don't try that again," the double pig-tailed blond irritatedly said.
"Fine. But really, we should ask daddy if we can keep her!"
"Daddy won't like it but we'll try," the girl sighed. She knew her father enough to perceive him to throw them out the window or something. He was not the type of father to listen to his own children... especially now.

The children went back to their home in Suna. The young girl gently and carefully carried the fragile girl while she made her younger brother carry the rest of the bags they had found. Thankfully, the boy had enough skill to make his puppet carry them as each bag was nearly triple the boy's own weight.

When they arrived at their home, the Kazekage's house, the entered with still precaution. Even though their father was the Kazekage, they feared him just as much as the village and their enemies. In fact, they probably feared him most of all because he had complete control of them... at least for the time being.

They also entered with precaution so as not to wake the other occupants of the house, or the little girl with them because their was, in fact, another child in the house near the same age as the girl infant. He was the other reason the siblings did not want to disturb him in case the noise disrupted the thing inside him. This boy was so unfortunate that he was to be the Village's "weapon" by having a demon inside him. Little did they all know that this would torment him for eternity, whether in him or not.

After the puppets had put down the bags near the door, the six year old, carrying the bundle, and the four year old entered their father's study after gently knocking on his door. He was very focused on the work before him and responded to their presence with one simple word, "What."

The little girl stepped forward in attempted bravery, but still trembling in fear of her father. "Please father, forgive us for disobedience..."

"You went outside the wall, didn't you?" he asked monotone.
"We did but..."
"Go to your room and I shall call for the nurse to bring the rocks, again."
"But no, sir! You must help us with one favor!"
"I mustn't do what little kids tell me, especially kids who directly disobey my orders, being both the Kazekage and your father. So begone!"
"Please, just one minute!..."
"BE, GONE!"
"Father! Listen just this once! Mother would hate to see you rejecting your own children for a crisis just as this..."
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU CHILDREN! Yashamaru! Remove them from my office!"

A blond-haired man with violet eyes walked into the room. He usually would drag unwanted visitors out of his brother's office, but he gave exception to his niece and nephew, only guiding out the door.

At this very point in time, a baby started crying. "Yashamaru, attend to Gaara immediately after summoning their nurses for punishment."
"Sir, it's not Gaara."
"Don't be stupid, Yashamaru. Theres only one baby in this house and I'll only allow this one."
"Uh, then you're going to have to ground your children for a month, sir."

At this statement, the Kazekage immediately looked up from his work for the first time in six hours. And surprisingly enough, his eldest child and only daughter, Temari, was holding a little baby.

"She's really cool, father!" his eldest son, Kankuro, excitedly informed him. "She has white eyes!"

White eyes? He stepped out from behind his desk to look at the girl and saw the baby reveal light eyes indeed, but a lavender with power. Oh no, the Leaf Village.