Prologue-
It was in midsummer that she came to that place. It was a quiet night. No crickets were chirping and there was no wind that stirred the forest that surrounded it. It was completely silent.
She, of course, had waited for the guards to be lolled asleep by the intoxicating heat before approaching those old gates and running a gloved hand along the old wooden doors that had stood for so long. She stood there for a while, deep in thought. She wondered what was inside those gates. What the people were like, what the shops looked like, how the children were treated. It was all a mystery.
She had been through many villages before; all of them corrupt and filled to brim with sadness and hate. But this one felt different. It felt old, nothing more. She leaned her forehead against those doors and inhaled the scent of the old pine. It was an old village, all of them were, but for some reason she felt connected to this one. Like it was calling her.
She hesitated, a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She carefully contemplated what she was doing. She knew that if she got to attached and stayed there, there was a greater chance she would be found. But what was she to do? She was sick of running, she had been running ever since she could remember. She was never a very confrontational person; she always preferred to compromise than to argue. Always preferred to stay silent rather than fight back. She saw very little point in making things complicated, her life was complicated enough.
Nothing had been simple since that day, a little more than three years ago.
Making her decision, Yamaki Sasumi slipped through the gates of Konoha.
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Chapter notes: Note: I strongly suggest you do not read this fic if you are not up to date with the manga. Warnings: Extreme violence, spoilers, and mentions of torture and child abuse.