“Do you understand daughter? You are to steal this scroll and report back as soon as possible. Any questions?”

“No sir.”

“Good, you are dismissed.”

A girl, no older than 16 with long black hair, creamy white skin, with a slender build, turned to walk away. As she was about to leave the conference room someone said

“And, daughter, don’t make a mistake, I will not allow any failure from you.” She turned revealing two fire red eyes, which seemed to dance like they were fire itself, in a quiet monotone she replied.

“Yes, sir.” With that she turned her back and walked away, to prepare for the perilous mission that lay ahead of her.

As she walked through the halls she heard with her sharp senses the servants and lower class shinobi whisper, about her, the cursed child, the gift, the tool.

“I heard that she wiped out an entire clan, just because she was told to! And she didn’t even care!”

“Really? That’s so cold hearted, I guess she really is Hell’s child!”

“Shhh!! Don’t say that the demon will hear you!”

The whispers, the whispers that never seemed to end. Finally she made it to her quarters, no one ever went near there, because I’m the cursed child, she thought.

Her room was simple, but beautiful. It was as complex as she was in its own way. Her bed was large, and across an entire wall were scrolls, books, paintings, scriptures, poems, calligraphy, and all sorts of literature. On the wall opposing it was a dresser, a plain simple dresser with a mirror; the mirror was enchanted. It showed what she wished it too. On the wall facing her was a window it was large and overlooked the courtyard, which was full of flowers and had a perfect view of the waterfall and lakes surrounding her clan’s village. I should see this as beautiful, but how can I when all this flourished from a battlefield, death, destruction, and blood of the innocent? How can I be content with my life when I am called a demon child for obeying my father’s wills? How can I be truly free? She walked to her bed, which was large, and covered most of the room’s floor, the sheets and pillows were black; it was a Chinese style four-poster, so the drapes around it were black as well. The wood that made the dresser, the desk in the corner next to the books, and the bed were all black. Next to her dresser was a door, it lead to a private bath, next to this door was a door leading to a study that was filled with weapons, scrolls on techniques, summoning charms that she had made, and her armor. A third door leads to her closet, which was filled with robes that any princess or heir to a clan/kingdom would want.

She entered this door, and went past all of these to the very back. At the back were all of her kunoichi outfits, such as fishnet, padding, sandals, mask, cloak, ECT. Ect. She changed out of her common training clothes and into her normal battle gear. Black fishnet undershirt that came with fishnet leggings that went down to her knees and fishnet fingerless gloves that went from her elbows to wrists with a triangular part that connects to her middle finder.(think Miroku from Inu-yasha) Over this she put on a black Gi top, with red trim, her obi was red too. She tied her Ilaw clan headband to her thigh and strapped on her kunai and shuriken holsters. She slid on her sandals and tucked a few scrolls and medicines into her Gi and did her hair. She put her hair up into two buns. She tied red cloth around them and attached to those cloths were large charms that dangled, both charms were black like her hair and had red writing on them, which for some reason only she could read. She fingered her ears, how bothersome, but I’m running late so I guess I don’t have time to take my earrings off…yes, she was wearing red bead earrings.

She summoned her pet raven to scout out ahead off her. Yes my pet, the hunt is on, I the demon hunts again tonight. And the blood red moon shall shine over my victims corpses and then, you shall feed. She jumped out her window and raced to the border of her clan’s territory. Her clan shared a border with the clan she was supposed to rob. She raced passed trees, bushes, lakes, rivers, fields, villages and finally made it to the border, were her raven met her. Good, no one around. I attack tonight.

Night quickly fell. Quietly she slid her way into the grounds and knocked all the guards unconscious. She found her way to the scroll without any problems, then a servant girl walked in.

“AIIIIIIIE!!! Nani! Someone is stealing the precious scroll!”

“… oh shit”

Several guards rushed in, wielding their katana’s. She ran, and along the way set off explosives. During the confusion she slipped out the door and ran. With samurai at her tail, she ran, foolishly, she ran blindly. An arrow was fired it cut her arm. Several more followed in rapid fire, she was shot down to the ground. How ironic, the demon shall be slain by enemy arrows… I always thought that I’d die from my own flesh and blood’s hands… not another’s.

“CEASE FIRE!” someone bellowed.

“Its her! The demon the shinobi clans speak of! We have captured the demon!”

All the soldiers cheered. Hooray for you now shut up bastards…

“Tie her up, and remove all weapons from her, take her to the dungeons, she must be punished for trying to steal the sacred scroll!”

“YES SIR!”

Goddamn over excited soldiers, what do you feed these guys? Caffeine??”

She was tied up and dragged into the dungeon. Were they locked her into a cell and chained her hands and legs and put wards on her that didn’t allow her to use her ninjutsu or genjutsu.

“Tonight shall be known as the night the Araw Samurai clan defeat the lowly Ilaw Shinobi Sect!!! TONIGHT WE CELEBRATE!”

Yes, that’s right, the clan she was supposed to rob was the clan of the one she would soon love.