Character Profile: Komacki Kaguya chapters 1 & 2

Komacki Kaguya
~~~Chapter 1: The loneliness
I’m Komacki Kaguya. I’m a member of the lost clan of Kaguya. What happened to my clan? What happened to me? Why did I end up here? Here… yes, that must come first. This is… the hidden Mist village, otherwise known as Kirigakure; yes, let’s call it that for the sake of shortening my story. I’m only a young boy, with ragged white clothes for clothes and two scarlet red dots on my forehead. My dirty white hair goes down to my shoulders.
Why am I telling you what happened to me? Why do I need to tell this tale? Well, my friend that is for me to decide.

I slept against a broken fence post, creaking slowly out of place. I slowly opened my eyes and stared out into the mist, thinking about my family once again. My clan was, apparently, dead. I don’t know if there are any survivors, but all I know is that people say there all dead. But I won’t accept that! I know that a clan with such a powerful ability as ‘bone manipulation’ must have left more than one heir.
Yes. Bone manipulation. My clan’s bloodline ability, or, kekkei genkai, is the ability to recreate, move, recreate, and manipulate our bones to whatever shape or form we will for. Most of us also have inherited a gene for extremely hard bones, perhaps as hard as diamond.
Of course, being only seven, I can’t really grasp the true power of this wonderful ability that was blessed upon me. There is one side effect though: the immense pain I feel when my bone rips out of my skin. By now, thankfully, my body has become used to the pain, and I only feel an insignificant sting. Others aren’t so fortunate. In my clan, there is a disease that those of us who use this ability are usually afflicted with. I wasn’t afflicted with the disease.

I still don’t know why, but apparently, my clan abandoned me as a child at the age of four. That’s right. I’ve had no one for the past three years, and I’m beginning to think that this whole in my heart is irreparable.
Every day I wonder: what is my purpose for living? Because, to me, if something is not dead, then that must mean that god still has a usage for that individual. But, in my case, I’m beginning to think that that may not be true.
On some days, I wish my live were better; on some I wish to be vanquished from this world; and on some I don’t really now what I want. But, the day would soon come that would change me for the better. I knew it. Eventually, someone will take me in, and then I’ll grow as I should’ve within my clan.
Oh lord, please let that day be soon!

I can’t stay on this earth forever; eventually, my body WILL give way to disease and my life will be lost. So, please, let my life take a more hopeful course now!
“Oh? And what are you doing out young man?”
I turned towards the women that would become my true savior…

~~~Chapter 2: The Girl
I walked along side the women, looking up at her beautiful face. Her black hair smoothly flowed down her back, and her blue jeans matched her button-up sky blue shirt. I guessed that she was a stay-home woman, since she had a wrinkled apron over her clothes.
“You shouldn’t be out this late, let alone in those torn clothes,” she said with pure kindness in her voice.
I blush a little and stared at my feet in embarrassment. But I put up with it. This woman was helping, no, saving me from enduring any more of the pain and torture that I had for as long as I can remember.
She lived alone in a small house at the edge of town. She said that I could stay with her for as long as I needed, be it a few days or even a few years. She said that I reminded her of ‘that man’, the one she loved. She fed me white rice and water before offering me a guest bed in an empty room down the hall.
I thought that I had now learned of my purpose in life; to grow up here and die peacefully. But it wasn’t to be so…

The years passed by, but I’ll skip it, fore nothing significant happened in that time. Throughout those five years, I secretly became stronger and stronger with my special abilities.

I awoke one morning to screaming outside in the town. I jumped out of be and got dressed in my white shirt and black vest. I slipped on my jeans and jumped out the window thinking: this is it! Time to repay what this village has done for me!
But I couldn’t.
When I got there I yelled out, “Who did this? Where are you?!”
The person that walked up to stroked my soul with unfathomable fear. I froze, as the pale skinned man licked his licked hi lips sadistically. He wore a white gown with brown streaks down the sides; a think purple rope was tied in a huge knot around his wait. His yellow piercing eyes stabbed every shred of bravery I had.
“I’ve finally found you, young Kaguya boy, I’m Orochimaru, and you’re coming with me!” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away.
I struggled to loosen the grip he had on me, but he was obviously many times stronger than me. I could see my adopted mother crying in the distance, before she faded away into the mist…

“Orochimaru-sama, he does seem to have the Kaguya ability, and better yet, he doesn’t have the disease,” said a grey haired man with glasses.
“Excellent,” answered Orochimaru.
My chest stung hard, and my head was pounding. I was tied down, but shirt was a little ripped. I could see a small black mark in the middle of my chest.
“That’s Orochimaru’s Curse Mark; it will cause you to experience an unavoidable desire to come find Orochimaru and learn from him,” he explained, “oh yes, and my name is Kabuto. And you need not no any more.”
Somehow, I couldn’t seem to active my bone manipulation. After trying several times, I concluded that they had drugged me. Soon enough, two men wearing masked walked in and carried me off. They threw me into a cell with a young girl. She was dressed in a dirtied red kimono with yellow markings decorating it. Her light brown hair was tied back behind her head.
“I’m Komacki Kaguya, who’re you?” I asked, trying to be a little polite.
“Shibo Uirusu…”
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know… they wiped my memory… all I want is to know who raised me.”“Let’s escape, then we can both return to our families!” I suggested with whatever enthusiasm I had left.