Smiles

Chapter 1: Killing You

Disclaimer: Yes I wrote this, no I am willing to say that I own Naruto, not at all. I have no monies to say that I own it so….I hope you enjoy it

"MOM! DAD!" I yelled when I walked through the front door to my house late that night and there were my parents laying there in the middle of the floor in a pool of their own crimson blood. "No. No! NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. "Who's there? Come on! COME OUT YOU BASTARD!"

"Now, now, let's not get too hasty."

"You killed my parents. You KILLED my parents, and you want me to stay calm?"

"Samehada was hungry, so I gave him what he wanted."

"MOTHER FUCKER!" I screamed. I pulled out a kunai knife and lunged at him with tears streaming down my face, "YOU BASTRD!" He dodged me, "Do you really want to end up like them?"

He grabbed my throat and pushed me up against the wall. "Want to end up like your DEAD parents?" He shot me a wolfish smile, "If so I'd be glad to help."

I said, "Over my dead body," and spit on his face.

He whipped off his face and said, "Gladly, you dumb bitch!" and then slapped me in the face. I could taste the iron blood pooling in my mouth.

I looked up at the shark like man through the bangs of my long black hair, "I'm not a bitch. I'm THE bitch. Say it right." I kicked him away from me and pulled out a shuriken and threw it at him. He blocked it with his sword.

He moved his sword so he could look at me with one eye. Blood lust, happiness, that's what I saw in that one eye; blood lust and happiness, to kill me. "Looks like Samehada is hungry again." He lunged at me and scrapped my cheek. The wrap around the large sword ripped off when it had cut me. "My Samehada blade will rip your skin to ribbons. Oh, it will also eat you Chakra if it touches you. Kinda like how it already did," he smiled again.

Oh how I want to smack that smile off of his stupid face. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" once again he smiled.

"Stop that," I closed my hands into a fist. "Stop smiling," he did it again. "STOP IT!" I jumped toward him so quick that he could not see me and punched him in the jaw and he fell to the ground.

"How the- your quick," he smirked. That irritated me even more.

I lunged toward him on the ground to punch him in the face, but last second he brought up his sword and I punched that instead. 'Damn it' I thought to myself.

"The man kicked me off of him and I hit the desk on the other side of the room. "Sun of a-" I was cut off from him punching me in the stomach. I spit up blood, "…Bitch." I just glared up at him.

He sat on my legs and put his knees on my forearms, "Oh little girl, you got something's to learn." He grabbed a lock of my hair and moved his finger along the length of it and I pulled my head away. "Like, how you cannot win against someone so much stronger than you," He put his other hand on the back of my head and pulled my hair to make me look at his sinister face, "or how I will just kill you."

"If you are going to kill me, just do it already. I grow tired of your sick and twisted games."

"Gladly," he smiled and bashed my head into the desk, which made me dizzy. He let go of my head finally and reached for his sword.

"Oh, by the way, I have something for you, since you are the last male I will ever see." I looked up with sweet eyes, my anger gone, just the acknowledge that I am going to die.

He stopped reaching for his sword and looked down at me, "What is that?"

My eyes started to tear up as I knew I was done for, "Just come closer to my face."

He got the hint, "Oh," and smiled at me, "okay." He leaned closer to my face me to kiss me.

I smiled wickedly, "It's this." And I head butted him off of me. "There is no way in hell that I would ever allow that to happen; especially from a man like you." I got up and pulled out another kunai knife and stabbed him in the side with it and pulled down.

"AHHH! YOU BITCH!" He screamed. He kicked me away from him and knocked me into the wall. I looked over and saw a broom, "Hey it's better than nothing," I thought. When he finally stood back up I smacked him on the head with the broom breaking it. "What the hell? A broom?"

"I told you, it's THE bitch!" and I lunged at him with the broken tip of the broom. He moved out of the way, grabbed the handle, and punched me in the face, knocking me onto the floor. I looked up to see him looming over me and that the sword is still over by…my parents. I saw my parents bodies lying there once again, and my anger flared. "You asshole!" I screamed. I kicked his legs out from underneath him and he caught himself with his arms and pushed himself to stand upright again.

I stood up and glared at him as he said, "You're good, for a girl."

"Thanks, that means so much, coming from you," I said and then threw a shuriken. He dodged it so I threw three more at him.

"You're a persistent one, aren't cha?" He dodged them all. He was toying with me.

I looked up at him with a look of confusion on my face, "Why? Why are you just messing with me? Shouldn't you have killed me already?"

That question took him by surprise, "I…do not really know."

"If you really want me dead, come get me."

He smiled evilly at me, "Okay." He jumped on me and pinned me to the floor. "If you want to die so bad, I might as well have a little fun." He punched me repeatedly in the face. One, two, three, four, I soon lost count as to how many times one of his large fists crashed into my face. He then punched me in the gut knocking all of the wind out of me.

I looked up at him through swollen eyes and said, "You monster, burn in hell."

He smirked, "Soon enough, soon enough."

"Since there really is no way out this time, could you at least tell me the name of my parents, and soon my own killer?"

He smiled again, that smile made me insanely pissed, "Kisame."

"Well, Kisame," I started, "I want to give you a farewell present," and I spit onto his face, once again.

"You little fucker!" he reached into my tool bag and pulled out a kunai knife. He smiled an evil smile and said, "Bye-bye!" A look of pure horror is plastered onto my face. It's the end. The knife is closer and closer to my neck, "good-bye," I thought to myself.

POOF

"What?" Kisame looked around the room and there I was, standing over my parents bodies, with Kisame's sword. "How the hell!"

"It'-+s called a water clone, fucker." I charged toward Kisame and trusted his sword down. Right onto his head.

Kisame's body fell limp to the floor, sword in all. I let out a sigh of relief and fell to my knees. Everything in that past half hour came crashing down on me as I realized I was sitting into my own, Kisame's, and my parent's blood.

I felt this stickiness of blood and looked at my parents. I crawled over to them and saw their faces and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed like I have never screamed before. I screamed until I could not anymore. I then dropped down and put my arms and my forehead on my father's chest and started to bawl my eyes out. I cried until I passed out.

I woke up the next morning and walked to the police station, still covered in cuts and blood from the night before.

"Leah! What happened!"

"My parents were killed," I stated flatly, no emotion in my voice or in my face.

Mike, the policeman I was talking to me, got on the defense, "Leah, you didn't," he asked skeptically.

"I glared at him, "Yes Mike, I killed my own parents in cold blood. No I didn't you fucking asshole. One of the Seven Swords men did."

Mike was shocked, "What? How let you live? He let you go? After all you are covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. I mean look at your face! Leah, sit down!"

"MIKE! SHUT UP! I am not going to sit down, cause as you can see I am perfectly fine. I am covered in cuts and bruises and blood because I killed the mother fucker, Kisame, for killing my parents. Does that answer everything?"

"Leah, I didn't mean to-" I cut him off.

"Just bring three body bags to my house." I started to leave the building, "By the way, I'm leaving. I am going elsewhere, anywhere but here, Goody-bye." I went home, stepping over the bodies in my house to grab the things that I needed the most, and left to God only knows where.