Tears of happiness fell from my eyes as I watched a trail of blood trace the perfectly white snow.

My eyes wandered across the snow slowly as I stared at the blood coming from my father who was being dragged away by a few shinobi.

I smiled,"Bye bye daddy enjoy your life... in hell."

I turned around slowly to see a tall shinobi staring down at me. He grabbed me by my wrist and began dragging me away from my father.

"S-Stop, p-p-please."

The shinobi didn't stop.

"Please stop. You're hurting me."

The shinobi didn't stop and kept dragging me," There's no such thing as gentle in the shinobi world."

...

I fluttered my eyes open and I smiled. Memories such as those ones were happy to me. It was what he deserved ... the fake man.

He was responsible for my mother's death there was no doubt about it. And I... I was responsible for his. I got up immediately and silently let my eyes wander across the room.

I didn't hate men nor did I hate women. In fact, I had no preference when it came to the two. Both were corrupt in their ways. My father wasn't exactly nice but wasn't exactly cruel. The same was with my mother. The difference between the two was that my dad was fake. His kindness was fake, his gestures were fake every moment I spent with him I later figured out was either for his benefit or so that he could paint a perfect picture of who he was to me.

Which was also fake.

My mother, on the other hand, was real when she said something she meant it.
No matter how cold it was she wasn't afraid to speak her mind even if she hurt for it. Just like me who would say my mind even it meant death.

My father killed my mother out of rage. He always had problems with controlling his anger. He calmed down though afterwards as soon as he saw me staring at him with wide eyes and as soon as he realized what he did I really never could think of him as my father again.

I killed him. With ice. Dry ice.

My mother had ice release so I did too but my ice was dry. Why? Because I felt dry inside and out. Other than that I have no idea why it's so cold. I have no problem with touching it and I actually like touching cold things because they always remind me of myself. My temperature is usually cold. It's just like that because of who I am and to be quite frank.

It's not normal.

Because I'm cold I hate being touched because the warmth of the hand or body part makes me feel like I'm melting. Not only that but the main reason is that after watching my father injure my mother whenever I'm touched I feel like I'm being sucked into the past.

The shinobi who take me away from my father had plans for me. I was brought to the mist and turned into a weapon for them. I fought countlessly day after day until I went rogue. I left the village and killed my comrades.

I got rid of my most noticeable feature my short spiky hair and grew it out long and straight so that it was almost to my knees. I moved to this village which had no shinobi here or passing through it. It was surrounded by villages that let shinobi through though. Which made it the best location for me to be in as I was safe here but if worst came to worst I could just escape to one of the other villages.

I don't know what I feel about the village, comrade and any of them anymore. My feelings had dried up. I don't regret killing them but at the same time, I do. Either way, I couldn't have them with me nor leave them alive. They knew my techniques my weakness and my strengths so getting rid of them was simply part of my survival.

Nothing very deep at that. I just have a protective layer of ice over me and for someone to pass over it means they have to earn my complete trust. Depending on the person taking months to years.

Nobody's been persistent enough to do it except Haru. Who, to be quite frank will never have my trust.

He's fake, loud and touchy.

If someone was to earn my trust they would need to be the exact opposite.

I sighed. The sun was beginning to rise and I wanted to go stare at the same lily pad I had been staring at for the last month. After all my mind was getting filled with extremely unnecessary thoughts of things I'd rather just forget.

Things I just wanted to freeze and die.

Just like my father.

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...

...

I had just come back from watching the pond when I felt a chakra approaching me. I shrugged it off not seeing why I should care as it happened quite often in this village. Every once in a while a shinobi would pass through this village even though it was forbidden.

And even though they shouldn't be here I could sense them.

Unfortunately not ever shinobi could conceal their chakra like I could. So whenever one passed by they usually would leave sooner or later.

But this time it was different.

There seemed to be more than one chakra coming from all different directions around me and each chakra was extremely faint except one that was coming from directly on top of me.

I immediately got up calmly and literally jumped out of the window just in time for lighting to flash inside the room as well as water.

I sighed. The mist was after me again.

Why? Why was it when I was about to settle down that they came after me?

I jumped faster away from them going east as one of the shinobi villages were having a festival where many people would gather. I could most likely lose them there.

After about fifteen minutes of me constantly dodging long-range attacks I reached the village but not before looking behind me and seeing hidden mist ninjas in masks still following me.

I immediately dropped in the middle of the huge crowd and began walking in different directions.

Now my long hair was a distraction and my most noticeable feature. So what did I do?

I made my ice appear without weaving hand signs and it appeared on my hair all the way to my neck.

I then broke the ice and my hair broke along with it. So my beautiful long hair was now short. I shrugged. It would just grow back.

While walking through the quite big crowd a certain person caught my attention. I stared at him from afar for five seconds until he finally looked up. We exchanged glances for a solid ten seconds. Before I looked away from him and frowned.

Kisame. Why was he here?

I had changed my appearance dramatically yet he still knew it was me and I... I could never miss his unique blue skin that gave him depression quite often back then.

He went rogue before I did and I never understood why until I went rouge myself.

Kisame looked at me and then grinned.

He could sense it to the chakra that was coming after me. He was walking beside another black haired guy and they were both wearing a black cloak with red clouds and as soon as I saw kunai flying my way I immediately knew that even here in a crowd the mist wasn't afraid to make a move. They had said they had changed, the mist but they were just the same as always. The bloody mist.

I immediately walked faster before going back in the forest as I knew that I really didn't want anyone to die.

As soon as I stepped out of the village I was surrounded by hidden mist ninja making me sigh.

Did I really have to kill all of them again?

One of them approached me and I sighed. I guess I did.

I licked my top lip slowly. It was going to hurt a lot for them. Freezing to death.

Later on...

I sat criss-cross staring at the frozen bodies surrounding me. Taking deep breaths in and out I stared at the pool of blood with narrowed eyes. It looked great.

I smiled. Something I loved doing. Whether I seemed sadistic or nice my feeling weren't relevant.

I was frozen inside and out.

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I'm making her a powerful OC but not overpowered. She's gonna be less powerful than Kisame but more powerful than Sasori. So not even close to Pein, Itachi or Obito.

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