I've decided to go over some chapters and re-write them. Story will be the same but I'm mostly doing this to try improve in anyway possible.

To tell if gone over a chapter it will look like: 1 x Name of chaper x , if I haven't it will look like: 1 x Name of chapter

Now that's out the way I hope you enjoy. Riverflowstoyou x

The blackness of dark had already swept through the night plunging the forest into oblivion, with only the moon constructing an artificial light and comfort. No stars for children to wish on or to illuminate the red stained grass that swayed steadily in the cool night breeze. Only the glow from the inconsistent moon that had decided to take the shape of an orb of white light lit up the spectacular colour contrast between the emerald plant and the dark red liquid. Only when the leaves on the trees swayed to the side could you see the scarlet that hung to the blades of grass like morning dew and sparkled as it bathed in moonlight. You look up at the black sky and up at the full moon. A month, you think, they are starting to take longer and longer. You're loosing your touch. You freeze at the very thought. Meanwhile the body is still and pale just as a corpse in a mausoleum would be. Unlike a peaceful corpse in a mausoleum his neck is bloody like the jade grass which continues to play with your bare ankles. The clear slice deep in his throat. He was still bleeding even though his heart beat no more and his face was a picture, painted with dull colours of surprise and sadness and the brightest of them all- confusion.

You don't look away. Looking away is only weakness in your eyes. His body is torn in places, quite bloody but all the sword wounds are visible. The largest wound in his stomach, the first. You grip tighter onto your sword turning your knuckles white as you kneel down and wipe the splattered blood from your eyes with the back of your hand. It had been a messy death. A messy, slow, painful death. You hadn't been that attached this time, but nevertheless it was painful. His eyes are still staring at you but no life twinkles behind them. You bring the sword down with force as you chop at the head. More liquid spurts out and hits you in the face. You squint through the blood and grab his shoulder length jet black hair with your free hand- picking it up as you stand. Spine and juices slide out of the neck along with more blood. You wipe your blood-stained sword on your thigh, restoring the reflective surface but you purposely don't look at yourself- afraid of what you'll see. You did have one weakness. You slide the sword back into the leather sheath decorated with silver threaded swirls and your old clans mark on your back and place your hands together.

Making a series of hand signs and gestures the leaves fall from the nearby trees and swirl around you before swallowing you up. The wind drops, scattering the leaves. The only movement in the dense forest are the maggots having a late dinner.

Zabuza's PoV

It had been a full lunar cycle since she had left. I stared impatiently at the grand wooden doors in front of where I sat. If it was Haku in the same situation I'd have been worried or finding a new assassin to take his place- whatever I felt like at the time. But that was the difference between my two assassins. I don't know why but I never minded Shizuka taking too long. She was fine regardless- I sent Haku to check at regular intervals throughout her mission. I leant back lazily in my wooden throne, mulling over my two personal assassins. I grin as a gust of wind hits me hard in the face, Shizuka stepped out gracefully from the wind. Her hair hung plastered in blood down her back. A mixture of now deep red and purple. Single leaves falling at her feet as they too twirled out of the wind.

"Shizuka took you long enough." I growl faking a scowl.

It's impossible to be angry with her. She stands before me with her head dropped and soaked in blood. I lick my lips as I spot the disembodied head, hung by its jet hair in her left hand. She forcefully throws the head at me, blood splattering on the wooden floors in its path. I catch it just in time before it hit my own. I turn it over and sweep hair and blood out of its face and smile at the face of my foe, a loud chuckle escaping my lips.

"Was it painful?" I ask mesmerised by the face filled with all the expressions I would hope it would have.

"Very," she replies harshly her dark eyes flashing red. The sourness directed at me.

"How do I know?" I ask knowing what comes next.

She scowls deeper at me, clenching her teeth, "I never lie". She growls darkly.

It's not that she never lies but after the years I've known her I have come to know that she can't. She can do things that people would never believe- most that when you saw them you were surely dead- but she can't lie.

I throw the head back at her, that she catches without looking up with both hands. Her hair is covering her face but I can still see her eyes glow a radiant red with an annoyed growl. Images flash through my mind as if I was there. Her gift, her talent- well one of them- allows me to grin broadly at the painful and gruesome death of my former friend. Fifty well executed stabs slicing into the skin a final blow but my favourite had to be the first and deepest in the back of his back as he kissed her. I push aside his feelings and hers as I watch the gruesome murder with awe. The images stop as a thud lands near my feat. I look down to see the detached head and back up to see Shizuka standing tall. If that had been Haku he would have been scolded but her big dark blues eyes and porcelain skin stops me- I may be nearly twice her senior but she was beautiful.

"Why must I do this again and again? Luring these foolish men into love, lust and even my bed and then coldly kill?" She asks.

I flinch inside at bed but remain emotionless on the outside. Only I knew her pains- I wiped hers long ago to create a stronger warrior.

"As for the last sixteen times Shizuka, Haku is used when I need rid of somebody. You are much, much more important to me. I use you to destroy will betrayal those who betrayed me. Betrayers are cowards and I want them to suffer at your hands for me."

She wants to argue but I see her clench her fists together, her nails digging into her delicate porcelain skin in control. She does after all owe me everything.

"Who next Zabutha-sensei?" She gives up with a sigh.

"Glad you asked, this next one is a challenge. A legend but a great enemy and betrayer to me. Make sure he hurts, hurts more than any of the others combined. Go to the leaf village and be sure to find and dispose of a copy-cat ninja."

The glass in my hand breaks as I clench my fists thinking about him. I chuckle as I start to imagine his demise and the silver hair on his head on his lap. I laugh demonically.

"Destroy, Kakashi Hatake!"

She nods. Combines some hand seals and in a gust of wind picks up the leaves and vanishes.