A/N: I don't expect any R&R for this since it's not really a story. But please read it anyways, and enjoi.
ANBU is an easy word to define.
Dark side.
But its meaning is much deeper than that, and it is soaked in the blood of the innocent, the guilty, the kind, and the cruel.
Those who serve as ANBU, die as ANBU, their fates sealed the instant they pledge to uphold their village's honor and secrecy.
The dark side is red, not black, a burning color dripping off of the very words like a poisonous liquid ready to devour anything in its path.
ANBU is revenge, for those who founded the dark elimination force sought vengeance and nothing else. The strings that pull at the puppets that are its members belong to none other than the shadow itself.
Death in the face of an ANBU is, but a pile of ashes left in the middle of the forest from whilst they came to serve their purpose. Not one of them may have a true burial.
Once an ANBU, always and ANBU.
