Yo. Ok so this is my fist Fanfic so don't be to harsh,but criticism is welcome. Also I watch the English dub so there will most likely not be anything like Chan,San,Kun,Sama etc... Also no Konoha,Sunagakure,Kumogakure,Kirigakure, or Iwagakure. If you would like to see this stuff let me know in reviews. The next chapture should be here soon because i already have 7 pages in docs. I don't on Naruto, Kishimoto does and I only own my OC Shiro, this story, and any other characters I decided to make. Last thing, this was beta read and edited by Thomas Drovin. Ok please review and enjoy.

I woke up with a jerk in the middle of a dark and foggy night, drenched in sweat and both fresh and dried blood. Looking around I saw I was still in my 'quarters' assigned me by my 'master.' This was nothing new to me, I had been waking up like this since the beginning.

My name is Shiro. I'm only 12 years old but with all I've been through and suffered, I look like I'm 15 or 16 already. When I was much younger, three years old in fact, I was taken from my village and family by the 'Legendary Sannin' Orochimaru. I didn't know it at the time but he 'selected' me because of a kekkei genkai I possessed. He said he saw 'possible potential in me' and wanted me to be his 'vessel' once I got older and stronger.

For the next 9 years after that Orochimaru often trained me, brutally and harshly. When I wasn't being trained Orochimaru did 'research' on me, with the assistance of his follower Kabuto Yakushi. It was during these research experiments my kekkei genkai was activated. Apparently it made my body adapt to ANYTHING that went into it. I could get poisoned only once and after that...my immune system would been able to neutralize it the next time THAT particular poison was used on me. Also it turned out I could absorb large amounts of chakra when needed.

But when I was young I knew nothing of this...OR what my ultimate fate was to be. All I knew was that Orochimaru was the master, and I, like all the other followers, were expected to live, fight and die for his cause. However this soon changed. After 9 years of 'experimentation' and fighting Orochimaru's subordinates and other test subjects, my respect had turned into disgust. My amazement turned into anger and my fear slowly became hatred. It turned out Orochimaru had taken out BOTH of my eyes from my head while I was recovering from my latest bout of 'training.' In fact he had DISSECTED them looking for an explanation to a power I didn't not know I had yet! Finding nothing...my right eye was replaced by a new one I that I KNEW didn't belong to me, but thankfully my original left eye was returned UNHARMED. Even though they were different the right was almost identical to my left eye, except it was a darker brown.

After that I went from, what I thought, was a peaceful life into a shinobi world. I went to being feared by many, I ended hurting innocent people...I became the very thing I was afraid of. But as a young child I still never lost hope thinking that Orochimaru had a great purposeful use for me. But even though I believed this...I was still incredibly lonely. I wanted answers from a person who seemed to have them all and STILL never got a hint. All I knew was that Orochimaru wanted me to be a killing machine and when I was old enough I would be his 'vessel' who would wear me like a new pair of clothes. Every day I would train in order to be stronger for a reason I did not know. I had grown very strong and was good with ninja tools and ninjutsu but I prefered taijutsu most of the time.

Kabuto used to supervise my training, it was he who noticed my larger chakra and taught me basic medical ninjutsu. Even though I was supposedly Orochimaru's vessel he did have two others. One was Kimimaro Kaguya, and the other was Guren of the crystal style. Kimimaro was incredibly sick and was slowly dying, but he was a far better candidate than both Guren and myself. But as I had spent more time with Orochimaru than Guren, and despite the fact she was stronger and older than me he saw more promise in was because he was so 'fond' of me, Orochimaru had given me a 'special' form of the curse mark. It had been given to me as a 'reward' for getting some Hidden Grass Ninjas to join his cause, also my kekkei genkai somehow changed it. Now it was both more powerful and PAINFUL than a regular curse mark, but unlike the other users I didn't depend on it and rarely used it. It wasn't because of the side effects, or because I relied on my own strength...it was because of who/what the curse mark represented!

Then one day, when I was nine years old, Kabuto came looking for me.

"Come with me Shiro," he told me. "Lord Orochimaru wants to see you outside for some special training."

Reluctantly following Kabuto outside we emerged onto a huge field that was completely. "Hey what's going on?" I asked turning around to face Kabuto but he had already gone.

I turned back and stood dead still...I could sense people nearby. I wasn't a sensory type shinobi so I didn't KNOW who was there.

"WHO'S THERE?!" I yelled out threateningly. I closed my eyes trying to use my silent killing technique I was taught to at least locate the direction of my enemy. Then I heard something...

"Orochimaru," I heard a voice say arrogantly. "THIS is who I'm supposed to fight? A little kid?"