Masked Rivals /A Kakashi Fanfiction\

*CRASH* The sound of glass shattering was nearly in sync with the clap of thunder outside a child's bedroom window. Recognizing the scent of alcohol that wafted through the air-a broken bottle of some tonic, no doubt-she scurried from the bed as quickly and quietly as possible and hid behind the closet doors. "Yuki!" And there they were. Like clockwork, she could hear his feet slapping the cold floor, rounding down the hallway. They grew closer, louder, until it grew quiet just outside her door. Thunder cracked through the air again as her door slowly creaked open, announcing his entrance into her room. "Oh, playing hide and seek are we?" The man's voice started out sickly sweet, but ended with a growl. "Well you're going to have to do better than that!" He roared as he tore the folding door off its hinges. The girl had no time to jump in shock or scream from fright. Before he could grab her, she darted between his legs and out the bedroom door. The hem of her purple night dress caught on a jagged stile of the door, tearing it from her ankle to her knee as she paid it no mind in her escape. She only made it to the hall before he caught her ankle and she tripped onto the floor. She flipped onto her back, kicking at his arms with her free leg to push him back. "Now that's no way for Daddy's Little Girl to act..." He chided, the palm of his other hand laying on her exposed knee and slowly traveling higher, "I guess it's finally time to show you how Daddy's Little Girl should act." "No, no no!" She screamed, kicking and thrashing with all her might. As her little heart leaped into her chest and her stomach in her throat, she suddenly found herself blinded by a bright light that flooded the room. I shot up in bed, my body drenched in a cold sweat as I gasped for air. It had been 16 years since I left that awful night behind me, but it still managed to haunt my dreams. That night I had slipped into unconsciousness after the mysterious light that enveloped me had subsided. I awoke, to a stranger shaking my shoulders and screaming 'what have you done! what have you done!'. They happened to be taking a stroll passed our house when they heard my father screaming in pain. When they entered the house to try and help, they found my unconscious body on the floor with him sunk into his knees and hunched over with his face planted on the floor next to me. His clothes were tattered, arms covered in cuts and blood pooled under his body. I had passed out when the light consumed me and had no idea as to what had come after or how my father died the way he did, but no one believed me and by that night I was thrown from the boundaries of my village....was my village....the Akatsuki is my village now. They found me and took pity on the seven year old girl who was barely managing to live alone in the wilderness. And now here I was. 23 years old and with 16 years of training under my belt to sculpt me into a skilled assassin. My name was Yukaru Kamori, but I took on the alias Haruhi Kahnna when I joined the Akatsuki. My name isn't the only feature about me that changed when my new family took me in. I have long, black hair that could fall down in waves down my back if I let it. Instead I keep it tucked away bundled up and hidden in a tight braid against my neck within my mask. A mask made up of white bandages covering my face all the way from the bridge of my nose to the nape of my neck. But these aren't just any bandages. I've inscribed them with a special chakra seal lining the inner edge pressed against my skin. Its purpose was to chose my appearance totally and completely-a perfect disguise. My raven hair lightening to a dark silver-gray; rich blue eyes turning to a dull blue-gray. And to top it all off, the appearance of a tribal-like tattoo running down the center of my face, from forehead to chin. All of this so the Akatsuki could sculpt me into the assassin they wanted...if only they knew