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Italics = Kiba narrating/thinking/flashbacks

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I grew up in Oto; the world's most fucked up city. There, there is anything you can imagine, Mobs, Mafias, Gangs and shotgun-armed taxi-drivers. Now, don't get me wrong, this might be one of the worse places to live but it's my home and it's where I became a man of legend in many ways.

I may not be as well-known to the rest of the world as that Sasuke kid who brought this city to its knees with those car bombs but in Oto, I'm more famous than him, my stories being told in almost every kids' bedroom. You must be wondering who's this guy think he is going around saying he's more famous than Uchiha Sasuke? Well, my name is Inuzuka Kazuhiko but people call me Kiba and I guess you can call me Kiba until this story is over but after that you gotta call me Kazuhiko 'cause I like that name, it was my grandfather's.

This city will be the death you if you ain't careful. I was only nine when I witnessed someone get murdered over something as small as a parking space and that is where I first meet Oto's number one Mob boss, Killer Bee…

July First, 1957

"And then I was like, you want a piece of me? And the poor sucker just stared at me with those disgusting green eyes of his. He wouldn't stop staring at me so I punched him right in the nose! I bet it would've fallen off if he didn't grab it!" Zaku smacked his fist together, a wild, crazed look danced in his untamed ebony eyes.

In Oto, there were two types of people, the people with respectable eyes and hair (brown and black) and then they were the unrespectable people with strange eyes and hair (any other color besides brown and black). The city was divided into two sides, the south side which was where the "normal" people lived and then there was the north side that is where the trash lived. We had a mutual agreement, they don't cross onto our side and we don't cross on to their side besides for on public buses. There was some neutral ground but even there, we kept our distances. So far, everyone has been keeping to their sides but change is coming, I can feel it. It's shaking me to my bones.

Kin laughed (she was the only girl in our small group of troublemakers). Her hand hit her knee in a rhythmic way. "That's rich! Though if it were me, I would have gone for his jewels!"

Zaku frowned, her suggestion coming too late for him to try it on his victim. "Kin! That's why you shouldn't go to summer school! Your ideas are too awesome!" the nine-year old whined, wincing at Kin when she smacked him on the head.

"Stupid! Do you know what my mother would do to me if I skipped? I'm lucky to even be allowed to hang out with you guys!" Her arms flailed slightly whilst Zaku, Dosu (who had been silently playing with his yo-yo) and I gulped. Sai, however, made no notation of being affected by the wrath of Ms. Tsuchi.

As if Ms. Tsuchi knew we were talking about her, the window to her third-story apartment flew open. "Kin!" she screeched, making a few bystanders put their hands over their ears. "Stop playing with those brats! It's four o'clock, time for your bath!"

Dosu's yo-yo clanked to the ground like a thrown away toy. The boy did not bother to pick up his toy (I'm not even sure he knew it was no longer in his hand) but instead shot his hand over his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the startling image of Ms. Tsuchi beating him to a pulp with only her pinky that ran through his mind.

Kin grumbled but made no movement that would suggest a protest to her mother. She nodded her head to us and ran towards her apartment. Her long jet-black hair bounced back and forth as her lean legs hastily made their way up the stairs to Ms. Tsuchi.

With Kin no longer in sight and her mother not at the window anymore, Sai turned to us, his usual fake smile pulled on his lips. "I still don't see why you are so afraid of Ms. Tsuchi, she seems very sweet," he told. His onyx eyes told me that he was not kidding.

Sai wasn't like normal nine-year-olds. When he was two, his parents were murdered by the Mafia. He was sent to live with his grandfather in Konoha; his grandfather being none other than the infamous Danzo of ROOT, one of the world's most horrible military leaders in existence. Danzo specializes in withholding emotions and making his soldiers into tools. He believes that emotions are unnecessary and being a military leader, he only carries stuff that is necessary. Danzo died last year in August so Sai was shipped back to good old Oto to live with his cousins.

Zaku stared at him, an extremely cold look filling his face. We have only known him for ten months and Zaku was still not used to Sai and his unemotional crap. The Abumi grabbed Sai by his collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Listen here, Sai, I ain't afraid of no one, you got it? No one," Zaku growled. His right hand tightened into a fist to show his point. Even though he was only nine, he was the size of a thirteen year old and as strong as one too.

Sai nodded, he was not at all scared of Zaku. The dark-haired boy set him back on the ground cautiously. When his feet were fully on the sidewalk, Sai gazed at Zaku right in the eye, making him shiver. "It is none of my business of whom you are or are not afraid of but let me warn you, I am not one for being touched." With that, Sai sat down on a step, an unreadable expression danced in his eyes.

I did not know what just happened but the tone of Sai's voice would probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

Dosu coughed, about to say something when a bus stopped at the stoplight. A boy with crimson hair and diamond-colored eyes was staring out the window. His eyes gazed mockingly at us. Quick to react, Dosu threw his yo-yo at the boy.

As it sailed through the air to the bus, he bellowed. "Go back where you came from, Northerner!"

The toy bounded off the window, a small crack left in its wake. Knowing the light was about to change, the kid rolled down the window and stuck his arm out. I glanced at his hand and was surprised to find his middle finger sticking up. He was giving us the Birdie, The Finger, The No-no.

Rage built up inside me, who did that freak think he was? Coming into my town and giving me the Finger?

Just as the stoplight turned from its unbearable shade of red to the color of grape-green, Zaku and Dosu both picked up random sticks and ran after the bus. Sai ran after it too just for the fun of it.

As I was getting up to go with them, I heard a window above me slide up. I did not think much of it until I heard…

"Kazuhiko."

I did not have to look up to tell it was my mother. The warning was clear so I lower myself back onto the stone step. I placed my elbows on my knees and my chin into my hands all while waiting for my friends to return.

I ended up watching the car in front of me gradually make its way out of the parking space and into the street. I envied that car; it could go wherever it wanted where as I could only go as far as the steps seeing as I was grounded.

Abruptly, two cars (one black and the other grey) sped up from either side of the street, both heading towards that one empty parking spot. The sound of brakes screeching overpowered my hearing. I had to put my hands over my ears to quiet it even if it was just a bit.

I watched in frozen horror as the guy from the grey car got out of his car, a baseball bat in one of his giant hands. Whenever someone was carrying a baseball bat in Oto it meant trouble. I briefly glanced at the mobsters at the street corner; they stopped talking and stared at the man as if daring him to hit the car.

The man took no notice to the mobsters and swung full-strength at the black car's hood. Dents appeared where the bat once was. Getting tired of hitting the hood, the man walked over to the driver's window.

It seemed as though time slowed down as the hooded man brought back his bat and swung. The glass shattered but the man did not care (I had a strange feeling that he was trying to kill the man in the car).

All of a sudden, a loud pop rang through the street. I could not believe it! The guy with the bat fell! As he went to the ground, he clutched his shoulder. It was obviously where he got hit.

I turned towards the mobsters in shock. There was Killer Bee with his gun drawn. He nodded his head to some of his henchman which I recognized as Baki and Asuma. The duo rushed over to the guy in the car, pulling him out of the wreckage while Killer Bee strode to the guy on the ground he kept walking until he was almost right on top of him.

Killer Bee smirked, cocked his gun and pulled the trigger, not even giving the bleeding man enough time to say his last words. How horrible that was. The sound echoed off of buildings and streetlamps.

At that point I was shaking. It's one thing to witness a murder but it's something way different to see Killer Bee kill someone.

As Killer Bee treaded away, he turned to me and winked. And from that moment on, I knew, my fate was sealed.