Naruto stares at his hands, covered in blood.
He has no wish to scrub them raw.
Because he is not horrified by the feeling of death hovering over them.
A voice in his head tells him that all humans deserve to die.
To be killed without mercy and no remorse.
The voice has it's own killer intent, full of contained power.
It would be frightening if he wasn't used to it.
But Naruto is happy, because the voice is still with him.
The blood on his hands is forgotten.
For he knows when he's staring down at his lifeless body.