Aiyumi's point of view

In my room I looked critically in the mirror again. Most of what I do
from the legendary Neko Clan, only known in books and legends, was my cursed looks and my little quirks. I could hear the thoughts of people around me. But most of the time I suppressed this ability because it made me difficult. At all times I had to listen to the thoughts of others, my psyche had suffered a lot from it. But it was very useful in a fight. I could see my opponents' attacks before they could hit me. If I lowered my own protective shield, which shielded my mind and my thoughts, a little, I could give visions or orders to my opponents. Some went insane as a result, others died outright. My eyes turned green and looked like cat eyes. My mind wandered back to my clan. My clan is now only called the Clan of the Blessed Cursed, but I was always of the opinion that this name contradicted itself.
The blessed curse came about because my ancestors made a pact with the cat demons. This made them very strong and had the demon cats on their side. However, the clan slowly but surely began to disappear from the scene. In the end, only me was left. The blessing of my family consisted in the extraordinary strength, the curse was that, all my ancestors and thus me forever had cat ears and a cat tail and they behaved sometimes more, sometimes less like cats. I hated the way I looked because I was often shunned for it in the past. Another advantage of this story was that we all had a demon cat to accompany us. I looked longingly out the window and thought of my little Kiara. She was my companion, my best friend and also my family. She had beige fur and two tails, when she was in her demon form she could fly. She drew strength from the fire element. She would accompany me until the end of my days and after my death she would return to her world. But I quickly pushed this sad thought aside.

Very few knew of my secret here in Konoha. Tsunade, my adoptive father and my best friend and foster sister Hinata. And someone else knew about my strange appearance. Sensei Kakashi. At that time he had taken over my training, most of it had taken place at night. As a half-cat, I could see well even at night. He had trained me so well that I became an Anbu when I was ten. Tsunade had used me mainly for special missions. Most of the time I was supposed to shadow people, which was also very easy for me as a half-cat. I giggled at the thought. Tsunade always called me "Kitty". A growl told me it was time to eat!Will Hiashi make me fish again? I grinned and went downstairs.


Hiashi always acted stern and indifferent, but actually he was just a worried father. He was so demanding on Hinata because, he wanted her to be strong enough to make all of her wishes come true. I knew that, but Hinata didn't find out until much later. At that time she had a difficult mission, I can't say if I would have made it, but Hinata got up again and again and finally managed to harm Pain. Naruto then set the final blow, but without Hinata it would have been impossible. Yes, yes my little Hinata! When Hiashi had found out that she was seriously injured in the hospital, he had left everything and rushed to her. He sat by her bed day and night. From that day on, a strong bond had grown between the two of them. A bond between father and daughter. How did that feel like? I sighed heavily, sometimes envying her. I had never met my parents, everyone only saw the strong Anbu in me, but never what I was. An orphan left behind. Before my self-confidence could completely plummet, my foster father stepped into the kitchen. I had, totally lost in thought, fried a fish that now of course looked more like charcoal. "Well, since when have you been eating your fish as an indefinable something?" He laughed. "I, um ... was just in thought. Sorry, I'll clean up in a minute." I mumbled, embarrassed. "What's the matter with you little one? You are usually an excellent cook when it comes to fish!" He said worriedly now. "I ... I'm just happy to be back here. Maybe I should lie down. I don't feel so special, it's probably just the joy." I stammered, yes, I wasn't a particularly good liar! Hiashi eyed me, but then smiled and pushed me out of the kitchen. "Go to your room and rest a little. I'll bring you your fish and, preferably, a large glass of milk, so that you can get fit again quickly. But tomorrow you have to tell me about your trip! And I insist!" he said sternly. I nodded, the main thing was that he didn't ask any more unpleasant questions.