Here i stand, all alone.
Covered in my familiy's blood, my whole clans blood.
How did this happen? That's all i thought as my father walked towards me, a grin on his face and his clothes covered in the blood of my clan, our clan.
" w-why?" My voice came out shakily, blood that was not my own dripping from my face to my once white night shirt.
" you know why my dear boy. Now be a good boy and come here~ " his deep sickly sweet voice ringing in my ears.
I closed my eyes, thinking about the events that lead me to this, thinking about the life i've lived.
I was born in a clan called Mitsuki clan.
My mother always told how the weather was merciless and rain whipped the ground at the night i came out.
She told that right after i had let out my first cry, the rain had instantly stopped and the clouds had faded away.
" you tamed the rain and made the night your own "  my mother said. I loved that story.
Why?
Because when it was told, it was the only moment i could see my father smile at my mother.
Usually he'd hit her and glared at her, spilling hurtful words and tainted lies.
My mother _ was a kind, gentle and understanding woman and incredibly beautiful with her white hair and orange eyes that reminded me of the rising sun. I loved her and many other did too but not my father even thought he was her husband.
I didn't understand why he resented her so much. After all she was an Angel. My father was completely opposite of her however.
He was known of being cruel, cold and grumpy man, that kind of a man that lurked in the corner, ready to just stab everyone in the room. Even though he was an deadly shadow to others, to me he was so kind it was frightening.
He teached me, trained me and bought me expensive ninja equipments. I of course, being naive and innocent didn't think it was that odd but what i disliked greatly was when he'd come in my room at night, touching me in weird places and speaking sweetly in my ear. I got uncomfortable but i noticed that it made my father happy. And if my father was happy, he wouldn't hit or hurt my mom. I had found a way to tame my father but for how long could i pear the actions he committed on my body?
Sadly i coulden't take it after my seventh birthday, the day he hurted me.
He had ever hurted me before.
It was a cold night, the wind cruelly showed the Leafs off of the threes and darkness had covered the house i lived in.
I was tugged in to my bed in my night attire by my mom.
I loved when she tugged me in because she'd sing to me and put the blankets properly on me.
I was just about to fall a sleep till i heard the sliding door of my room creak in protest as it was opened.
My father was in his black obi (?) And smiling to me unsettling smile " y/n~".
I opened my tired eyes to look at his blue hues in confusion " pappa? Ngh what is it?".
The ravenette smirked and got on top of me, his face really close to mine, making me uncomfortable.
" just close your eyes my dear, it won't last too long. Pappa will take good care of you~" his raspy voice purred in my ear as his hands slid in my night shirt.
I looked at him confused, frightened and wide eyed.
The coldness of his hands made me whimper and shook, ready to cry.
After that my father took me.
It hurted so much and the way his groans and grunts rang in the room made me want to throw up.
That night was filled with my pain soaking screams and my fathers pleased groans...
Next morning after my father had left to shower, i got up crying.
My body was sore and my fathers liquids dripped down my thigh as i carefully left the room, naked and shaking in terror and coolness of the air around me.
I found my mother in the kitchen, cooking brakefast with a small smile.
I waddled to my mother and tugged her arm whispering raspily " p-please mommy, h-help me...i-it hurts s-so much ".
My voice was quiet, only sniffing heard after as my mother looked at ne in shock, soon falling on her knees in agony. She cried as she help me close, her warmth making me calm down.
After that, she washed me, clothed me and feeded me well. She made sure to keep my father away from me and shower me with affection that i cherised.
I never understood my fathers actions but i didn't know how wrong it was.
Fortunately my mother did and one painful night, she faced my fathwr with rage and accompanied by the clan men, telling how she'd take me somewhere safe and get him arrested.
My father merely chuckeled and smiled, shocking the clan members.
His voice was dark as he stated one horrible and haunting statement: " his my son and i'll do anything to keep it that way".
After that, my memory was blurry, but not blurry enough tostop me from remebering my mothers beautiful face soiled with dirt and blood.  All the clan men slaughtered, women and children murdered.
I coulden't help but to think it was my fault, and it prapoply was. With those thoughts in my head, i looked down sobbing.
" come on my son, come to pappa~" my father said as he approached me, his thumbing foot steps making my heart ace.
I shook my head, backing away in fear.
" don't be a bad boy now n/n~  i'll ask one more time, come to me"  with that i coulden't take it and i screamed " stay away from me!".
And he did...
I looked at him confused only to see him dead, his body pierced by long spikes of blood, my clans blood.
I looked at him tears falling rabitly as i started running away, not wanting to face this horror any longer.
I wanted to flee and that was what i did.
I ran away from my clan, my responsibility and my home.
I had nowhere to go but i didn't care, being despred and a child.
That day i realised that life is a cruel game of poker.
You must play your cards right or you'll lose.
I lost the first game but i refuse to lose the second, take that as a promise.

Dramatic  much? Yeah but i think it is better than the orginal version. Finally an update and yes more is coming~
Im sorry for the grammar mistakes and spelling errors, i will fix them later ^ ^

Till the next update my amazing bros?....i try too hard only to sound stupid