Here… I lay… still so breathless, just like always. Please, please tell me there is no more. The heads are cocked sideways. Who cares if it's only a child… it's so fucking ugly… it's still your demon. The red spools, licking with such malice. These are the lucky witnesses. Now to kill me… Won't you please?
KILL MEEEE!
Rip every muscle why won't you, we simple-minded people are so curious. Let the whole world see this. Who cares if we did anything? He's just a demon… he's just a fucking demon.
Blood… red… skies painted so effortlessly, between bodies… I see the figure looking right at me, the two dotted eyes; they just switched to three… I see the scenes pull away… it's the end of me…
Die FASSSSSTERRRRR!
Rip every muscle won't you, we simple-minded people are so curious. Let the whole world see this. Who cares if we did anything? Hold his throat to cut all - oxygen from his lungs and, hurry, and hurry, He's just a demon… he's just a fucking demon.
How did this happen…
Where did all this come from?
What's all this noise?
Why can't I feel… why am I so numb?
Here… I lay… just like always… Don't let me… go
Take me to my death...
"Hell yeah this has been one kickass day!" The small twelve year old serpentine-oriented girl kicked off the base of another lowly rooftop, gaining needed air. "Got myself a new coat today, my favorite dango, it's almost sundown; the best time of day, and orochimaru-sensei promised me an awesome mission to wave. The casting glows of the orange hued sun radiated the semi tan skin of Anko Mitarashi. Her pale brown eyes bore a happy nature that deceived her rather uncouth demeanor. Her long, dark, newly adorned coat bought for her by that "jackass" Ibiki was quite fitting and cozy. Her mostly revealing and tight body net firmly grasping her developing form was just how she liked it, and of course, her black mini skirt. Yes, it had been a rather humbling day for the snake shinobi in training.
"Yeah, fuckin' rip the guts out of the son of a' bitch next!"
Maybe…
With a quick twist of her Ankle, Anko came to a halt; balancing with practiced ease upon a posed steel pole. Peering down from her perched position; a dark lot of chaos was unfolding before her; as if a child's pop-up book was laying open for play, a very evil and obscene book. A concert of thirty easy circled their main course. A small child, no older than five lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood; scratches of his life essence litter the surrounding area. The fueled anger and hate of the crowd stung the air with a pungent malice often released in these times of desperation. This rage was apparent on the adolescents pale skin; it being marred with every known abrasion to man. His Blonde spiked hair laced with his own red, ocean blue eyes glazing over a little more with each physical and mental blow. His tattered and torn cloths once beige bearing a giant Konaha symbol now rest in rags.
There was nothing human about this site, 'what the fuck are they doing to him?' Too dumbfounded by the boy, the picture for Anko slowly zoned out to see the entirety of scene. A swirling torrent of pure rage exploded within the small frame of the young kunoichi. Anko could feel the chakra flowing from her body in mass levels; in her 5 years of training never before had she felt this kind of strength. She was on the ground and in site in seconds.
"Leave him the fuck alone you motherfuckers!" The sizable crowd peered over their shoulders, before them stood a rather dark looking girl; eyes covered by her black bangs, a hundred snakes loomed with her, many lingering and swirling in an assorted fashions, some erected in a straight position, obvious intents to kill. Hissing and bearing fangs was what the villages inhabitants were welcomed with.
"So you bitches' like killing huh? So you like seeing blood and causing pain do you?" Anko could feel the fury welling higher and higher with each word spoken… the audience dead quiet. Her head dipped a little as a crazed smirk and giggle presumed her once happy features. "Well let me tell you something, nobody has a taste for blood and killing like I do…" With a slow raise of her arm… the feeding frenzy began.
The haze that was Naruto's vision could not stop him from witnessing the magnificence casted so unexpectedly before him. Finally in his life he could view the shed of another's blood, the gain of pain on another's part, and the burden eased on him. An organ shed, a spleen just flew by… is that a lung? 'So that's what they look like.' The mass eating and indigestion of these people; these people that have caused him so much grief were finally on the receiving end of it. Time seemed to slow for his life, the metallic cycles of red twisted and formed like strands of DNA. It was a show only for his viewing, his own personal entertainment if not forever. Yes, it was only for what seemed a couple minutes… it was only a couple minutes, but still so breathe taking.
"Kid… hey kid… get up, come one, wake up… I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Blue eyes jolted open to meet milky brown orbs. Oh no, the worse part, here comes the hurt; the hurt from the previous 'session', and the new. With a clenched face, the young jinchurichi holder was attempting to prepare for more…
"What are you doing dude," was the only response that was presented in a rather silky and easy going tone. Slowly Naruto opened one eye… than two. Before him appeared the young face of the most exquisite definition of a girl he had ever seen. The way the casting sun reflected a picturesque shine from her cheek, extending down to her lips, ending on her supple chin. Slowly her lips formed a Cheshire grin, "how are ya' kid?" Naruto could only peer on in utter awe at the site mere inches from his own vision. Slowly Anko's smile fell. "Well are you going to say something… anything?"
A few more seconds passed until the awe inspired Naruto found words to say. "You must be an angel." In an instant the stunned Anko felt her cheeks heat up from the unexpected saccharine honorific. "Hey kid! I most certainly am not an angel, look at me; do I even look like a heavenly spirit with wings and a halo?" With a quick look around from his position within Anko's arms, Naruto's eyes immediately fell upon the parade of life essence that fancily decorated the walls of the sizable lot. The 'angel' whose arms he lay was covered in the same crimson liquid as the unforgiving concrete. "Trust me man, no angel does what I do."
With a small nod of understanding, Anko slowly released the young boy from her grasp, than regaining her stance, began a tyrant form of a speech.
"What the fuck is wrong with you dude! How could you let those bastards treat you like that, how can you just let them push you around and step all over you like that! You would have bitten the bullet if I hadn't saved your little ass. If anything you could have ran away, don't just lay there and take it like a little bitch; defend yourself!"
…
"Well, don't you have anything to say?" the ever impatient Anko spoke waiting for a reply, her foot tapping as her snarky voice descended in tone. "You said a bad word." the little Naruto finally responded in a hushed voice. "Really dude, that's all you have to say about that," replied Anko in an exasperated tone. "I say a lot of bad words, but do you think I care… hell no, because no asshole here on Earth can tell me what to do. I can do whatever I want; you should try it some time."
"Umm…"
A sudden idea formed in the noggin of the young girl, "You know what, Go on, I want you to say the word; fuck."
"Umm… but that's a bad word."
"Yeah; so, I'm telling you to say it, so just go ahead and say it."
"But I don't wanna."
Anko could now feel a vein bulge. "Just say it already!"
"But you just said I don't have to do anything I don't want."
The young girl went slack jaw from the simple logic of the little kid before her. "You're right… I'll make you a deal… if you say it; I'll show how to do the senei jashu.
"Sensai jushu?"
"No kiddy, the senei Jashu, my hidden snake hands." With an award winning smirk the serpentine kunoichi crossed her arms in triumph. "Wow! You mean those cool snake guys that ate everyone." With a slight chuckle, Anko gave a thumbs up, "so you did catch some of that blood bath."
"You bet, every hand sign."
So go ahead… don't be such a pussy."
"…fu-"
"That's right, go ahead."
"Fuck."
"Aha! Now see, was that so hard?"
"Hmm, no I guess not."
"Just remember kid, don't let fucks like these do that to you. Do whatever you have to do to survive, that's what it's about you see. I used to be in a similar boat as you, until orochimaru-sensei helped me become strong, and now nobody messes with me… well sometimes. A lot of people disagree with Orochimaru and his teachings, and because of that, they don't like me either, but I say screw em' who needs them.
"Orochimaru-sensei?" Naruto's tiny voice asked.
"Yep, you bet he's been my sensei since I became a shinobi of the hidden leaf village; he taught me everything I know. He's my everything; he brought me out of my hell after my parents died by some crazy fox demon; I was left for dead, just a lone orphan much like you, but he saved me from it all. Ha-ha; look at me we just met yet I'm telling you my life's story. My name's Anko; Anko Mitarashi," with an arm extended expectantly, the happy Anko grew confused after a minute of no response.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" The young lad's face quickly grew as confused as his counterparts. "Well… my name is Naruto… but I don't know if I have a last name, I think I don't anyway. Umm, everyone hates me, I don't know why but I guess it's okay cause' it's been like that for as long as I remember. Ninja's are cool and I now Know I really like you Anko. Umm, I guess that's it?" A thin smile formed on the lips of the dark haired girl. "Well Naruto I like you too you're pretty cool for a little kit, maybe when you get a little older, you can be my boyfriend, I've been wanting to try one of those." With a sudden flash, the young girl's face lit up like fire on gasoline. "Hey, I have an awesome Idea; Naruto Mitarashi, Yeah! I've always wanted a friend who had the same name as me!"
Soon Naruto's face followed with the same enthusiasm as his new friends. "Hey yeah, awesome, I always wanted a last name! Are you serious… you're my friend?" With a slight giggle, the young Anko happily replied. "Well of course idiot! I wouldn't be talking to you like this if I wasn't. The duo than continued on with a bout of laughter shared between them; almost as if was meant to be; the laughter on Naruto's part suddenly ended with a sharp shudder.
"It's getting really cold and dark out. The sloshers will be out looking for me." The sudden reminder of the nearly set sun caused a panicked expression to rise from Anko. "Oh shit! I forgot I have to go meet Orochimaru-sensei!" The hurried genin quickly began to gain stamina in her legs before she viewed the sorry shivering, crouched form of the small child before her. "Hey Naruto, here take this," with a cool swipe of her arms, the long dark, blood ridden trench coat lay folded in her thin arms. The Kyuubi holder looked up with small tears in his eyes.
"Anko, I can't take your coat… you'll get cold-"
"Just take it kid, it'll keep you warm I can just get another one, besides, it's a bit big for me, and you'll grow into it," Anko sharply cut off. "Take it before I change my mind. Oh, and take this." The kunoichi produced a seemingly forgotten, cold bag of dango from behind her back. "Eat; you really need to put some meat on your bones, Kay?"
With tear stricken eyes, "the newly appointed Mitarashi enveloped his savior in a tight gripped hug. " Thank you so, so much Anko. You really are an angel," "Yeah, yeah," the young girl replied modestly, and with that, returned his hug. "Will you stay with me Anko?" The adolescents pleaded to the older girl whose face suddenly looked downtrodden. "I'm sorry, but I have an important C-rank mission with Orochimaru-sensei, I have to go."
"But the Sloshers will get me…"
"What are the Sloshers?" asked and confused and slightly worried Anko.
"They're people… they carry bottles that they drink from… they hit harder and are meaner than the others, they really like to hunt me, and they say it's a sport…"
The trained Mitarashi immediately knew he was speaking of the village Drunkards, she knew of them 'personally.' "Naruto look," Anko spoke softly, crouching so she could be on level with the young boy. "I promised I'd teach you the Senei Jashu. Take this." She than produced a small scroll from the long pocket of the black coat. "My Orochimaru-sensei gave me this to learn and train from so it is very precious to me. Take good care of it and it'll protect you, learn from it and it will be with you. I know you can do it, take care of it, I'll be back one day for it… I believe in you. I'm so sorry. I must go now." Before the desperate cries and pleads could discern her from her decision, the genin tore off towards her destination.
"Pease come back Anko, don't leave me… we can… we can… as the blonde haired boy yelled into the now night, he realized something… his angel was gone. He would see her one day, right?
-Nine years later-
"As shinobi of the village, it's also within our best interest to assist in the village by upholding peace within civilian community. As you flip to page seventy-three you see such a turn of events did not occur a mere decade ago. The picture at the bottom reveals abandoned lot lay in ruins by as many as thirty dead defenseless bystanders of Konoha. The killer believed to be Konoha's own jonin/ Orochimaru/ yes; the legendary sannin. If you look to page seventy-four you'll notice a rather disturbing image of an alley; yes, only a few hours later another massacre occurred, this time concerning five of Konoha's own chunin. This scene however was undecipherable as the markings and chakra residue that tainted the bodies and gravel were not consistent with our data. In all, we have no idea who committed the second string of murders; however, we tend to believe this to doing followed Orochimaru as well.
A loud clack resonated throughout the wooden halls that consisted of the acedemy as the double doors rested open, stainless steel hinges snapped like toothpicks. The bright midday light shone through the opening as a figure clad in dark apparel stepped with uncouth-confident ease towards its unknown destination.
"Class; that being said, the reason we review this is for you to understand we must never drop our guard, be on the watch for suspicious behavior even inside our walls. Evil Lurks in everyone and as Shinobi of the hidden leaf, it is our duty to protect the civilians and innocent from this evil. Any questions class?"
"I have one Iruka-sensei!" A self-assured dark haired boy raised his hand in a very buoyant manner, waving about. "Yes Eushio," Iruka smiled brightly at his young subordinate. "Isn't that the same night the Uchiha massacre happened?" A deadly silence fell over the entire class as an immediate intent of rage could be felt emitting from the loan Sasuke in the corner. "Yes Eushio, but on another note let's move unto the next lesson if you will please- The scarred teacher was abruptly halted in speech as a thunderous boom erupted from enter and exit point of the room. Turning to look at the ruckus, Iruka found himself with only centimeters worth left to attempt to dodge the heavy oak door seconds from his demise. With years of practice, the tan shinobi managed to substitute before the door met wall in an instant stop followed by more clashes of noise.
A spikey blonde teenager was the sudden attention of the entire class as the soul culprit of such shenanigans. Hands in pockets, Naruto heavily sauntered in, edging towards the wooden bleachers in attempt to find an empty seat. The Kyuubi kid browsed the rows of his fellow colleagues like meat on spic.
'no…not you, you neither; she's a compulsive lying bitch, fuck him… man, are there really no free seats away from these shit stains?" his options where severely limited between the kid with the dog on his head, and the kid who is constantly overstuffing his gullet. With a quick fleeting decision Naruto began is decent towards Kiba. 'He may be into bestiality, but at least he doesn't reek of aged beef and body odor.' Naruto slumped into the desk positioned directly next to the Inuzuka boy. A grinning Kiba looked to the joining teen next to him, "ha-ha-ha, good one Naruto, best one all week!" Naruto slumped his head, not even bothering to acknowledge the comment towards his doing. The Inuzuka offspring was one of the few Naruto could stand to hear, and most knew that alone was feet; to be on the tolerated list with the dark clad kid.
"NARUTO MITARASHI, MY DESK AFTER CLASS!" An explosive Iruka roared after reappearing from his substitution. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say sensei, took you long enough to come back." The Mitarashi stated in a mock tone. A few moans and grunts emitted from the annoyed Iruka before the lesson continued. 'Damn it this sucks, who cares if the second hokage enjoyed walks in the/ Naruto's thoughts were caught off as he noticed a blonde haired girl staring daggers his way; she was quick to turn the other way when said Mitarashi shot back a glare that easily done hers in. Not thinking much of it, the pale teen thoughts turned towards the bottle of sake waiting for him after class."
"That being said," Iruka continued, "is one of the many possibilities that events of such magnitudes; while desolate, ultimately cause us as Shinobi to strengthen in apt with our surroundings, any questions class? After a resounding no and a sweat drop later, Iruka released the class from their perch for a quick recess. The entirety of the class began to race of the door, including one Naruto whom attempted to blend in with the crowd in order to escape, that was until "Naruto, you go nowhere!"
Naruto, I can't have you kicking doors in,: the tone Iruka was projecting was anything but joking. "I'm trying to portray to these kids a positive message and you're nearly removing the teachers head with random bouts of flying doors." Naruto stood arms at his side as he listens to the lecture of his unwanted sensei. "You know better than most; especially these kids, what's at stake for them, death, destruction; health issues not to mention their own lives." The scarred teachers' words grew rapid as his eyes narrowed in concentration; lanky arms supporting his weight as he lent on his desk. "The last things I need are these kids thinking this way of life is one big game. Naruto, what is it, did something or someone piss you off again." Iruka viewed his student, his tone becoming softer as he spoke these words. "Have you been having nightmares… they haven't hurt you have they?"
"No!" was the angered Jinchurichi harsh reply, "no one even has the intention of bringing harm me, let alone possessing the idea they can."
"You still haven't found that solace you were looking for, have you?" The middle aged man's face never faltered in its portrayal of its sympathy. Naruto's only remark was the soft chirping of the birds outside. A long silence passed between the two. "You know Naruto, you can talk to me about any- "No I don't need to speak with you about anything… anything at all," was his sharp interruption. Another long silence passed between the two men.
"You know Naruto, the door still needs to be repaired, is there any way you can-
"No, fix it yourself." With that, the young man made his way towards the gaping portal that was now the front entrance to the classroom. "You know what Naruto," Iruka hollered after the retreating form of his student, tone changing to life affirming as attempts for a last ditch effort of his audience, "walk now, but you have to open up to the world eventually, you can't do it alone, everyone needs someone. Do you hear me? the chickens will come home to roost." It was too late however, the troubled teen was already gone, all the middle aged man could do was hang his head and pray his words did not fall on deaf ears.