Kiera's P.O.V.
all the stares in the room were on us as we entered the room. Though they were glaring at the siblings, the boys in the room were staring at me with a flirtatious stare. The girls, on the other hand were glaring.
A smirk played at the edge of my lips, but stopped Alost immediately when I saw him. A boy I haven't seen, and had hopped to never see again, since I was 2 or 3.
'Brother' I thought.
FLASHBACK.
A little girl around the age of two, sat playing with her moon doll. Her father, who had just got back from a conference being the moonakage, was reading over some reports from missions.
A boy ran over to the little kiera, and snatched the doll out of her small hand. She let out a cry as he ran away. She forced her little legs to move, and started running after him. When she finally caught up to him, she felt as though her legs would give out any minate.
"Gwive mwe back mwy doll," she ordered.
He just laughed and started to walk away.
That's when she struck out. A fist collided with his jaw, making him cry out in pain. A huge fist fight begun. It wasn't until both were yelling and screaming that there father came rushing to there aid. He broke them apart, making sure they would get loose and started walking towards the house.
END FLASHBACK.That was the same night she was banished from her clan. Of course, it hadn't been just her fathers decision. It had also been the elders. After they had seen the damage she had done to her big brother, they had feared that one day, she would surpass even the most powerful shinobi. So they had all agreed to banish her.
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