Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, so leave me alone. I only own the plot.

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My eyes are icy and my face is coldly blank. I watch coolly as I slash my kunai across the man's throat. He writhes in agony for a few seconds as blood gushes forth before he stills, dead. The room is gruesome, the coppery aroma of blood drifting in the air. The body of the man and his four shinobi guards lay splayed on the floor, their blood painting the walls a bright scarlet. I didn't need to bother being careful as I would burn the mansion, and the bodies inside, once I was done.

I open the door of the study and step into a lavish marble hall. The sight of the beautiful and grand hall would awe most people. Unfortunately, I wasn't most people, and the surroundings fail to evoke anything within me. I walk down a few steps and stop in front of a pair of carved, oak doors, the light shining off of their burnished surface. Pulling the door open, I see my other targets, the man's wife and his son.

The woman must have fallen asleep while reading to the four year old child and her head is on his bed, a storybook on the floor near her feet. As I advance, the woman awakes and makes to sit up, blinking blearily around the room. I shoot forward and plunge the katana through her swollen stomach while dragging the kunai across her neck. She is dead before she even realizes anything was happening.

Her son sits up screaming, awoken by his mother's body falling onto him. I quickly stab him. I watch with a detached interest as his innocent eyes fade in death.

I leave the room and return to the study, where I easily find the man's hidden safe, which is even easier to break into. I grab the papers inside and throw them into the fireplace. "Mission accomplished," I whisper softly.

As I walk down the street, away from the house, a thunderous roar echoes down the street as the lavish mansion in consumed in flames. I linger long enough to make sure the evidence us destroyed before jumping into a tree and vanishing into the night.

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I return to Konoha and hand my report in to Tsunade-sama. She accepts the report and informs me that the money will be in my account in a few days, nothing new.

I return to my chambers and change out of the bloodstained clothes. Examining myself, I see that my clothes are covered with blood. Must be from when I stabbed the woman's stomach. I feel a very slight annoyance, which is probably one of the most extreme emotions I have felt in a long time, almost half a year.

I shove my clothes under the bed to get rid of when my guardian isn't around. My missions were an absolute secret; only Tsunade and myself knew, although I think some of her close advisors know that she has a secret shinobi doing high class missions. As long as no one leaked the news, I really didn't care.

I crawl in between the covers, removing the pillows and clothes that form a vaguely human shape. I don't sleep, just stare at the ceiling, not thinking of anything.

Listening, I can hear sensei still asleep, although her breathing has become lighter and she will probably wake soon. The sun slowly illuminates the room, revealing the lavender bedclothes and white walls. My room is bare except for my bed and my dresser. The dresser is clear, nothing cluttering the top, nothing sticking out of the closed drawers.

I rise from my bed when I hear Kurenai-sensei get out of bed and shuffle down the hall to the bathroom. Hearing her curse as she stumbles, I almost smile. Almost. I don't know if I am even capable of smiling anymore, and I really do not care to find out.

She washes her face and creeps quietly to my door and cracks it open slightly. She peers in tentatively and, seeing me awake, smiles at me nervously. I merely stare at her until she ducks out the door again.

A few months ago I would have smiled in return and chirped a few words of greeting. My poor, pathetic hopeful self of old. I would be ashamed of myself if I could. I no longer bother exchanging meaningless things with her anymore; there is nothing between us.

Her smile is meaningless too. It does not come close to masking the uncertainty and slight fear in her eyes. Kurenai-sensei always becomes like that whenever she looks into my cold, dead eyes.

Yes, my teacher and guardian feared me. She was afraid of what I could do, because she knew that I was dead inside. And dead people cannot feel things, such as remorse or guilt for hurting or killing others. She could see that I could murder in cold blood without a second thought and that I could do so without twitching or feeling anything. She was scared because I could kill her, the person who had saved me from a life of damnation, without spilling a tear for her.

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Okay, I know it's kinda weird but it's just the prologue. I should probably work on my other fics, but I wanted to get this idea down before it disappeared. Expect updates after a very long time (every few months, sorry). I'm in a new house and school and my mom doesn't like me on the computer for more than an hour. Review please, if you want me to continue. If no one likes this, I'm not gonna continue.

*Star Lily*

P.S- Please e-mail me if you can think of a better title because mine sucks. Not really good at naming things.