My name is Shiva. Just Shiva; I don't remember my last name. Or my middle name…. My father and mother were part of a group of traveling acrobats, entertaining all the Villages during the times of peace. I remember so little of those days; but I see their faces in my dreams... a stunning couple. When I was little they would always say I looked very handsome. Carefree days, those of one's youth…
Our small group of acrobats was caught in the crossfire of yet another, pointless war. Mother and Father, gone, forever. A wise man once told me that there is no such thing as a good and evil side in war, but our thinking makes it is so. I remembered old man; I remembered…
I think I went mad then; well as mad as a ten year old could. I became obsessed with bringing the dead back to life. I even began to learn the forbidden Reanimation Jitsu. But that would only make puppets, mindless killing machines, not my parents. Later I heard about the rouge ninja Orachimaro and his solution, to the problem of mortality. My disgust at what he had done woke me up from the half-life of madness. If war killed my parents, then it is war I should stop, not death. Not yet anyway.
I began to construct an alias. I kept my name, but changed everything else. I became Shiva the carefree medical ninja. A nomad traveling from village to village, doing the one thing that could stop a young ninja from wanting to fight: giving him a family. 'My parents had something special and I want to share it with all the Villages. A ninja with a lover will only fight to protect her, but that requires an attacker. If everyone had happy families, there would be no wars.' Shiva the medical ninja would be a carefree daredevil, a risk taker. He is both a pacifist and realist, he knows that you can't stop all fighting; he still enjoys the rush of battle. But you can stop a war. His looks and charms will reel in the ladies; his open and trustworthy nature will get them to confess there love to him. If their love is true (and Shiva only had to remember his parents to judge); he would show the girl how to win over the boy. Shiva the matchmaker. 'But I also seek power. The power of immortality; just like Orachimaro. But I shall never kill for it; I shall only kill in self defense or to uphold my nindo.' Shiva the medical ninja had a very specific nindo: Love is the most important thing in the world. Shiva the medical ninja only sought immortality to spread love forever. Of course that was only Shiva the medical ninja's goal. The real Shiva's goal was very different…
Once confident in his acting abilities, Shiva the medical ninja began his pilgrimage of romance. And so it begins at midnight, with a stranger stumbling through the gates of the village hidden in the leaves...
Sasuke couldn't sleep; again. The face of his brother Itachi continued to torment him in his dreams. 'You don't have enough hate to beat me, little brother. And you know something, you never will…'
Climbing out of bed, and pulling his sheets off in the process; Sasuke knew he couldn't sleep now. The sheets tangled themselves around his ankles. Whilst Sasuke hopped around on one leg, kicking himself free, a clock stuck midnight.
He groaned and sat back on his bed, hands clutching his hair and palms against his temples. 'How long? How much longer can I endure this? How much hate must I poison myself with before I am finally free of him?' But he only had to remember the faces of his parents, lying dead in their bed, Itachi standing over them; cold. 'Always so cold, even before the murders. Stop it!'
A flicker of movement in the shadows. The snap of a twig on the stone path. Sasuke pulled out a kunai from under his pillow and leapt to the windowsill. Sharingan at the ready, he scanned the scenery outside, like a panther. There! Now whoever it was had stopped moving. It was resting on one of the benches along the path. Sasuke didn't care who it was. Anyone sneaking around at this time of night was up to something. And Sasuke wasn't in the mood for plots or being subtle. Channelling his chakra into his feet, Sasuke sprinted out of his window and down the wall of his apartment. Just before Sasuke's face hit the ground himself he focused another burst of chakra and jumped. He flew almost horizontally at the bench where the stranger was resting, kunai at the ready…
Shiva laughed silently as a mere boy ran down his apartment wall; no doubt trying to attack him. He looked like he'd just graduated from Ninja Academy. What threat could he possibly-
The boy disappeared; and an instant later Shiva felt the cold steel of a kunai pressed against his throat. "Speak. Who are you?" The boy's voice was soft, like poison silk. 'A seducer's voice; and a powerful ninja. He must drive the ladies crazy.'
Shiva took a deep breath. "My name is Shiva. Shiva the medical ninja…"