A/N Hello, readers. I decided that I'd write a single piece of fanfiction, and then see if people like it, and then I might write more (If I can find the time)

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Jiraiya would be the main character, and there would be made a manga called "Icha Icha paradise". But, as you can see, both of those things are untrue, and therefore...I do not own Naruto.

Love

The streets were empty, he idly noted, while looking at his watch. He was tired of enduring the hatred and cold looks he got from everyone. As he slowly felt darkness overcome him, he laughed a silent laughter.

The boy ran quickly through the cold city, randomly slaughtering anyone, and everyone who got close to him. He extended his arms, and less than a second later, a jounin he used to know fell to the ground, bleeding from his body. The young boy stopped for a second, mourning the jounins death, but quickly recovered, and returned to his killing spree through the town.

A boy and a girl ran out from a building close by, trying to stop him. "Please...Stop it, why are you doing this? Why now?" The girl said, while trying to calm him down with a hug. The youngest boy smiled darkly, and said a single thing to the two: "This is where I cut all ties." Two seconds later he went on, systematically attacking everyone nearby, making sure none of them survived. A kunai whistled through the air, but failed to harm him at all. The homicidal boy was just way too strong for the ninjas in this town. People he used to know showed up all the time, but none of them could match his ferocious power. Random remarks such as "WE SHOULD HAVE KILLED HIM AGES AGO WHEN HE WAS WEAKER!" sounded in the air, but the boy didn't really care. That was then, this is now.

As the hours went by, the amount of people in the village started dwindling. They used to be a pretty large village, but now, there was not much more than 20 people left in the city. The boy who had been slaughtering the ninjas of the town turned around, and left the city, certain that the few people left would not just resent him for the rest of their lives, but also regret the day that they ever decided to shun him.

The ground seemed oddly clean, as he walked away, as if it was just night, and an entire village hadn't just been slaughtered. He smiled a regretful smile, and as the sun started to dawn, he left the village. When the boy was just outside the village, a voice called out to the boy. "Have you done away with the village, yeah? Follow us, yeah..." The boy went out the gates, now truly the demon who loves only himself.

A/N:...if you are really nice, and review, then I might write more, (When exams are over, this was just a little idea that I had toyed with in my mind)

If you have any ideas of what I should do with this story, or if I should continue it, then write it in a review. I'm new to this whole writing thing, so...please point it out to me if I suck, okay:D (And nothing like "OMGWTFBBQ! CRAM THIS STORY UP YOUR ARSE!")