Prayer
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NARUTO.
His body armor was always on. A guard against an endless wave of threats.
He put on his shirt. Black.
He put on his pants. Black.
Uzumaki Naruto, or better known as the fox demon, the silent killer, death's shadow, strapped on his katana. He picked up an assortment of weapons. It didn't matter which ones, or how many, to him they were just tools to be used and then put back into the garage.
The cold night air embraced him like his long lost parents. His target was a man of innocence. Did he care?
A job was a job. He had been taught that all his life. His personal life didn't matter. His family? Who gave a shit? The pain and damage caused was a side effect. Unfortunate, but then again nothing is perfect.
Lee Haru was standing guarding the left tower. He was bored. The pay was good, and the risks minimal, but he had become a samurai because he had wanted to travel, conquer distant lands. Maybe his dream would happen in his next life. His current one was about to end.
Naruto threw. He closed his eyes. He blocked his nose. The breathing stopped. The constant beat of human life was interrupted, slowing down and then stopped.
The steel pressed against his throat was warm. The reason, blood. Another guard dropped to Naruto. This was too easy.
A kunai flew through the air. Each inch it moved Naruto moved. His legs tensed. His muscles sprung into action, moving him a couple of inches to the left. The kunai was caught and thrown back quicker than the eye could make out. The death however, was perfectly clear.
He slid the door to the heart of the castle silently, not wishing to wake the target. Naruto hated when the mark was alive. They would scream. More work. Or they would make a speech. A bunch of bull shit.
His hands sprung into action. Making silent hand signals practiced many times. They stopped and sprung to his mouth.
The last words Takeshi Omoshi, leader of the village of Takkuku, were
"Katon: Kyuubi".
The last thing he saw was the nine tailed demon coming to life in the form of fire, speeding towards him.
The last thing he did was put his hands together. And pray.
Naruto hated the ones who prayed at the end. They were so stupid. Thinking some fucking fairy would come down from the sky and save them. All a bunch of bull shit. He put his hands to his face, a piece of cloth. Black.
There was something under his mask. He didn't know what it was. He didn't care. No one needed to know. Things would stay that way.
He left his house early the next morning. He lived in the forest, in the most literal sense possible. His home was a tree. It was more than that though, to him it was a friend. A companion who hid him from those who hated him. A friend who always had his back.
Akira was a bad man. He was a rich man. Somehow the two always go hand in hand. He ran a ring of killers. There was a person however who scared him senseless. Yep, you guessed it. The mask; that was the cornerstone, the centerpiece or whatever you wanted to call it.
Lifeless.
Emotionless.
Was how it could be described. There was blood splattered on it, it had never been cleansed. It was permanent reminder to Naruto of his work, of the progress he was making, in his goal. His sick, twisted, perverted, goal.
To make the world a better place.
Konoha:
Hatake Kakashi woke up. He was almost sad? He had lived in Konoha for all his life. His "friends" were there. His rivals were there. His life was there. His father had been preparing for this moment for a while. In fact since his father had been killed his life had been building up to tonight.
The target. Always think of the target. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment.
Tonight was special. He would be meeting one of the most deadly men in the world. They had a mission. Handsomely paid for by some wealthy man with an interest. It wasn't his place to question. He was given orders by the customer. His job was to follow those orders.
Always follow orders
He remembered his father's death well. His blood. His screams of remorse. His want of repentance. His wishes for social acceptance. He had done him a favor. Cutting him down in his sleep. Ending his nightmare that was life.
Kakashi thoughts turned to Obito. He was meant to be some stupid kid. He was never meant to love Kakashi as a brother. Why did he make life so hard? He had to go and die.
In the heroic pose.
He even gave his brother his eyes.
Kakashi burst into tears. He rarely cried. He pulled down his mask for the first time since he was a young child. He couldn't. He had been a fool. How could he have thought that betraying his home would be so easy? How could have thought betraying his brother? His brother who opened his eyes.
Then there was the Fourth. His father. His guardian. His sensei. He had died to protect everyone he had thought important. Kakashi had tried to stop him. He had already lost his father and his brother, surely he could not live with the loss of another relative.
He had a plan.
Naruto stood on the wall protecting Konoha. A pool of blood, freshly made was quickly drying up under the warm summer night.
"Kakashi"
Kakashi turned and saw the one that inspired so much fear. What he saw shocked him. There, standing where he thought was a man was a boy. He couldn't be older than 13.
"Naruto"
There were many disadvantages to Konoha's size. It made the village an assassin's paradise. Of course, Naruto's great advantage was, he was young; he could blend in. And he was traveling with Kakashi. People smiled at him as he walked by.
Fools.
The last time he had walked these streets it had been different. He needed to change his appearance more back then than he did now. That was not important. Focus.
Hokage tower was in the middle of town. It took the two trained shinobi less than a couple of seconds to climb in the nearest window.
Naruto entered first. He walked towards the door. Calm. Silent. Kakashi followed. Only a few more seconds. His plan must work. Otherwise he and Konoha were in dog shit.
Naruto felt the vibrations in the ground. He heard the whistling in the air. He smelt the perspiration on the grip. He moved. A fraction of a second late. The kunai hit his stomach.
Is this death?
No.
His armor had blocked most of the damage. He was unconscious. His vision was fading. His muscles relaxing. His brain slowing down. He fell.
And didn't get back up.
A/N: This was an interesting idea of mine I have had for ages. I might leave at as a one scene type thing. If people want me to continue I might be persuaded. I dunno. I like it a lot. It's slightly creepy, but compelling at the same time. It was also very short. I would lengthen further chapters, which I am plotting in my head as we speak. I might publish them as one shots or something. I don't know.