𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 [𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞]

𝟎.𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞

The last thing she saw was her mother and father's tears and the long sword gripped between their shaking fingers. The attempt at family suicide, the first being their own daughter, who had inherited the curse technique. This was the way to free the family from living in constant fear. 

An unconscious retaliation in self-defense, she used her cursed nature, instantly killing her parents. Several large ice spikes overtook the cottage, as the blue-hue alters to red.

... 

"Over here." two women with distinct, yet similar features: blue eyes and black hair had stopped, spotting large ice spikes peaking over the trees. "Let's hurry!"

They rushed in, spotting the frozen cottage. Everything was sealed in by ice, there wasn't a way for the two women to check inside. "Is everyone you know...dead?" the woman with long black hair tied in a low ponytail spoke. Her voice is low, speaking in a whisper at the taller lady. "Nee-san?"

The older sister pondered, debating her next actions. The tips of her short black hair curled around her ears, a white scarf around her neck. With a shaky breath, he gives her younger sister a look. "Be careful, not all survivors are good people." 

With a pained expression, she nods. "Okay." 

With slow, silent steps, the older sister walks through the backyard, noticing that only the house itself was frozen. The harvest, the toys, and the clothes outside are untouched. She stood by a rag-doll, her thin fingers reaching down. 

The moment she pulled her body back up, she realized another presence was with her. Behind her, a cool-tone girl sat, brown skin, white hair and eyes. She blended with the cold weather, hiding her presence. Cold chakra lingered on the doll, which helped the woman pinpoint what she was looking for. 

A cursed child.

The young child made no effort to move, arms wrapped around her legs, forehead resting on her knees. She sat perfectly between the crests of the large ice-spikes. Confirming she wasn't going to attack, the older woman closed the distance. "Is this doll yours?"

She had kneeled down to the young girl's level, cautiously analyzing her every move. The pale girl took a second to react, face pulled out to reveal soulless-gray eyes. Her eyes were glued to the dark-skin doll with black hair and green-button eyes. 

Leave.

"Do you want it?" The harvest and surrounding clothes began to freeze as a thick mist began to cover the two.  

Leave, or else I'll—!

A long pause settled, followed by the slow confusion of the girl's eyes. How was this woman still standing in the misty-cold chakra? 

The older woman gives a half-smile, "Looks like a snowstorm is in its way, c'mon let's go."

Go?

Dropping the doll, the older woman extends her hand out. "Let's get out of here." The little girl's skin got lost in the newfound warmth, hand curling around her tiny hand pulling her up.