Red thread of fate - (Love story Naruto Uzumaki)

Prologue

My name is Sonozaki Ayumi. I'm 16 years old. I live with my mother, twin brother, and younger sister. Used to live in the city, and then moved to the village. If judged by conventional standards, but we live in poverty. A small wooden house on the edge of the village. We eat what our mother brings from the hunt, drink spring water, carry what's left of our life in the city, and make a living by selling precious stones. You heard right. Precious stones. We found a whole storehouse in one of the old, abandoned mines, not far from our house. They give a lot of money for them and we have enough of it.

Our father also helps us from time to time. I haven't seen him since I was born, and I only know him from my mother's stories. She said that he could not see her because of work, and why, is silent. I'm not pushing. I see how painful and lonely she is without him, and I don't say anything. Even though I don't know much about romantic love, I only need to look into my mother's purple eyes to know how much she cares about my father.

She says that my youngest sister Ami inherited his blue eyes. And in the rest, as we all are-an exact copy of the mother-red hair and purple eyes.

We lived in the city a few years ago. I was born there, my twin brother Akito, and my younger sister AMI. But after I was nine, we moved to this village, living in this abandoned house. The reason is simple as day, and at the same time complex and incomprehensible to us-children who all their childhood saw only the darkness of this world.

I don't know why, maybe because of our looks or something, but people didn't like us. And that's an understatement. At first they were just afraid. They shied away as if from the plague, crossed themselves, muttering prayers  under their noses, poked the cross, which made their heads spin and their eyes darken. It is not for nothing that they say that people are afraid of what they do not understand.

Then fear was replaced by hatred. Neither I, nor my brother and sister, nor my mother, have ever done anything wrong to anyone. They didn't kill, steal, or hurt. They lived like ordinary people. My mother worked to feed the three of us, and we went to school dreaming the same dreams that other teenagers our age dream of. I was dreaming, too.

I dreamed of friendship, adventure and love, like in my mother's fairy tales. But as I now understand — all this is simply impossible. Not in this world and not in this life.

My brother and I went to school, and our sister went home with her mother. We had just enough money for her to take a vacation. We had no friends, no matter how much we tried to make them, following the advice in the books or what the school psychologist gave, it was useless. And then we realized that we no longer needed anyone but us and our family, and stopped these pointless attempts.

Although... I had one "friend", but I don't want to remember her. Despite the fact that many years have passed since then, the memories and wounds left by her are still fresh and from time to time make themselves felt.

Akito always protected me from bullies. I could punch even the girls who pulled my hair, teasing me because of its bright, unusual color for everyone. No one in the class had red hair except us. There were light-haired, blond, dark-haired, one red, and about purple eyes in General I am silent. We were like a thorn in the eyes of others. I even had them cut off once. It was the first time I'd ever seen my brother in real anger. I remember crying as I picked up the hair scattered on the floor of the women's bathroom. They are still very important to me, even though I do not like their color. Now they are not only a part of me, but also a reminder of my mother, something that makes me look like her.

That's when we moved to this village and settled in an abandoned house that the locals told us about. We had to use our appearance and lie to survive in this village, among "normal" people. It was a poor, difficult, but happy life.