Okay, first off, I want to say that it has been a while since I have wrote a fan-fic. This one was just a random thought. It originally started as a one-shot in first person, but then I decided that it would be better in third person because first person doesn't open as many windows. After that I realized that there was just way too many possibilities to leave it as a one-shot so I changed it a little and now we have the story before us. I hope you enjoy it!
I must thank some people first though: first off, our "happy emo" whom more of you may know as number-one-Itachi-fan-girl, for introducing me to the wonderful world of Naruto. She is also my go-to girl for all things Akatsuki; I swear, she has forgotten more about the Akatsuki than I will ever know. In addition, I want to thank Miss-Whitlock-Hale for getting me into Fan-Fiction in the first place. This would not be possible without her either. Ashie- if you are reading this, I can't thank you enough for listening when I was so messed up (you know what I mean). Reilly- I have one word for you--PRINGLES!!! mmkay... right, Lulu-Beth--Thanks for pushing me to write another fan-fic. I wouldn't be sitting and typing this right now if you hadn't. E.M--If you are reading this-thanks for that alone. Means bunches. All of you had better review this!! Or else... I will tell the world all your secrets...Mawhahaha!!! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the character of. I only own the wonder new Skillet CD (Awake) and a computer to listen to it on.
Prologue
The day was cold and eerie, with dark clouds covering the sun. The small, cold wind carried the dying screams of the broken bodies on the field only to each other; not a single sound strayed from the killing zone. Blood, as crimson red as his eyes, flowed in precious streams from bleeding bodies and splattered on his black cloak. His chest heaved in mighty breaths as he rose, towering over the smaller boy in front of him. The boy made no sound, determined to meet his death bravely. Only his eyes betrayed his true emotions; they shown with both fear and hatred toward the man he has once loved as a brother.
The man gripped the boy's chin, his bloodied hands staining the young skin a vivid, gory red. The child closed his eyes and prepared to hear the fatal crunch of his neck braking a millisecond before his body died.
But it never came.
Much to his surprise, the hands were removed. When the child opened his eyes, the man was gone and the boy was alone. Alone with the bodies of his entire clan.
Thus, his hatred was born.
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'Kay. Didja like it? 'Cause if you did, drop me a review. Actually drop me a review anyway. I'd appreciate it. Good, bad, or ugly. Try me.
Anyway, this is just the prologue so this boy--sorry guys, actually has very little to do with this story. Or a lot. It depends on how you look at it. The main character will be introduced in the next chapter. Which could very possibly be up in the next day or so... possibly faster with reviews. :)
Right-o. Thanks for reading. Kan-Can out.
P.S. --Yes I know that this is extremely short. I do have longer chapters written already. I write on paper then transfer it to computer. It's just the way I work. Deal with it.