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Prologue
"Let m-me see your fa-face" a desperate plea came form the man as his breathing slowed down. He laid in a pool of his own blood. The said person removed his black mask and stared into the eyes of his soon to be dead prey. The man looked at the man-no boy, he never figured one so young would have been him. The boy had beautiful golden sunshine hair, tanned skin, delicate frame and the most amazing blue eyes ever and the rarest thing he has ever seen in a human, three whisker mark on each cheek.
Both orbs showed no emotion, this was a person who's life or death meant nothing to him. He showed no sign of humanity, no sign of life.
In his back you could see a pair of white wings coming out. The pale moon behind him made him seen untouchable.
Ironic huh? Usually a pair of white wings represents the purity of one's soul or the goodness, a sign of hope, or sign form the heavens, but for him he looked like something else. With all those black clothes and his the emotionless eyes he looked like...
"Y-you truly do l-look l-like a fall-fallen angel." with that said the man's heart stopped. The young man kneeled down and took a kunai that rested near by, he began to make his mark on the left shoulder blade. A mark that all who met their deaths at his hands got. Grabbing the scroll that was next to his lifeless body he got up and left, putting his mask back on as he disappeared into the shadows. The man who had just died was one of the many who have met their end at this young one's hands. It's is a dying man's last wish to see the face of the one who had ended their life. Like many before him they had all asked the same question and in the end it was the same response.
At the dead of night a kunai was hurled towards the Tsuchikage who barley managed to avoid it. The Tsuchkage looked back at the direction the kunai came form to find nothing. Looking back at the kunai he noticed a note attached to it. Taking it out he read it
'Meet me at the entrance of the village.'
-Fallen
The Tsuchikage sighed and took out a bag with money and headed to the gates.
Arriving at the gates he sensed no one around, looking around he saw a pair of white wings and the owner of those wings on top of the gates.
"Have you gotten what I have asked for?" The only response was the scroll that was thrown at him. The Tsuchikage checked the scroll and sighed, it was indeed the one that was stolen. Looking back up he noticed that the boy was gone. Looking back down his eyes widened as he saw the boy already outside the gates with the bag of money.
'It is true, he is very powerful, and he does resemble a fallen angel.' were the thoughts of the Tsuchikage as he left and headed back to his office.
The boy looked back at the village and sighed, he was getting tired of this. The life of a mercenary was getting boring. He had become a mercenary at the age of seven and now he was twelve, also add the fact that he was the most wanted mercenary in the underworld. He was known as 'Fallen Angel' in both shinobi and the underworld. He killed high missing-nin and help those in need. Though never once was his face ever seen, the only people who had seen his face wore the people who he had killed. He was so famous that if anybody managed to kill him they be set for life.
'At first I thought it be exiting, but now after five years of this it has gotten boring.'
"Why don't you become a shinobi?"
'A new challenge? Ninja Arts, sure why not, im bored and I have nothing better to do, but were should I go?'
"How about Konoha?"
'My birth place? and were you were sealed?'
"Hai, why not and on the plus side I'm up for a little revenge."
'Sure why not, it be fun. So next stop Konoha.'
A/N
Ok I seriously have no idea what gave me the urge to write that, any way 10 reviews if you want me to continue it.
Ja ne.
