Author has written 6 stories for Naruto.
First off (though I'm sure everyone could guess) Shiho is not my name at all.
His story is a tragedy really... And if you're interested you can read it here, but there's really no details here.
I grew up on the outskirts of a kingdom with my mother and adoptive father...and a brother.
Takumi...my brother was older than me by four years; my mother and his brother had him before a seperation. Desperate, my mother went to the demon I know as my father; a monster named Renmei, and I was concieved.
When I was born in the winter month of January, I should've come with any cool eye color, ranging from pale white to a dark forest green (this also included blues, silvers, purples, greens) but what was me was just...gold.
As beautiful as I was my heritage was evil.
My brother was beautiful to me. He was...the first thing I saw of the outside world when he curiously walked through the door, wanting to see his baby half brother. His emerald eyes found mine as I hid timidly behind my mother. His father, my uncle and mother's mate, was behind him and talking to either him or my mom- I couldn't tell, but my brother was focused on me and me alone as I was him.
I was ill often, something that never happened to normal demons. I knew instantly that something was wrong with me by that fact alone. My body was weak for reasons I couldn't understand... My brother protected me as often as he could. Always eager to help me no matter what happened so I hid behind him, filled him with my secrets and whispered wants, loved him like no other would ever be able to, depended on him beyond reason...
The devil was after me...as I said before. And so my brother would be safe I gave myself up.
My mind was contorted into believing that my brother never loved me. No one did. That the only person in the world that I could trust was myself and in order for me to live a long and healthy life was to kill my brother. I spent years fighting back the words of hatred until they broke me down...until I had no other option than the one I chose.
I forced my brother to fight me, knowing fully well that I had the power to kill him in one move but I held it off, my mind going numb all the while. I broke through the barriers that had consumed me for eight years under the devil's watch and care... And in the moment I broke them I forced my feet to plant themselves firmly into the ground; my brother...carried two weapons... two long jagged blades and he swung them both, gliding them past eachother in an outward motion to from an x.
Truth be told...I didn't feel it.
I had been trained to kill him and against the devil's wishes...sacrificed myself instead.
Was there another way?
For my mother and father...the one that raised me...I'm sorry that I wasn't as strong as everyone had hoped I'd be..but...
Yup. Thats about it.
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