Hola people! I'm new here but not new at writing though this is my first fanfic ever….i don't really know how to start this but I guess I'll wing it… help would be appreciated if anything comes to mind.

This is a rewrite of My Demon because the point of view irritated me so….. yeah.

Clarification…. I'm pretty sure I don't own Naruto… actually REALLY REALLY sure that i. do. Not. Own. Naruto!

Anyways enjoy the reading!

Pain…

Agony…

Anguish…

Amaya felt the familiar torment crawling through her aching limbs and bones, like a living creature treading over already well-worn paths. Why wouldn't end? She felt a shudder pass through her spine and a low whimper escaped her chapped lips. There was so much of it… never ending just increasing week by week. Maybe even that would be bearable if it weren't for the hatred, the loathing so intense she could smell it every time one of Them came to throw cold rice and chicken at her. And she could taste the disgust they harbored for her as they gazed at her shivering form.

Peering through the tangled mass of black Amaya surveyed her prison of seven years. It was the same as always, a cold one roomed wood house with holes through the floor and the windows boarded up so she received no light. They kept her here because she was a Demon. She wasn't one of the fortunate ones that just had a Demon sealed within them- her untrimmed nails scraped over the rotting floor boards- Amaya's Demon was in fact herself. The things she could do, her own appearance, the color of her chakra, they were all signs of her Demonic visage.

And as such, breaking out of this pathetic hovel would be nothing- if that was all that was keeping her bound. Unfortunately the villagers had long ago solved the problem of chaining Amaya's' 'unholy gifts from the devil' within her form.

Her deep blue eyes flicked to the heavy iron shackles encasing her pale wrists. They were crudely made with jagged edges that still, after many years, tore Amaya's flesh but sturdy and unbreakable none the less. Symbols were carved into the treacherous bands that she suspected was a written language of some sort but since she had been confined to this place from the age of three she had never learned to- what They called- 'read'. But from experience she knew that the tags of sticky paper scribbled on with ink and slapped on the inner part of her shackles probably said something along the lines of 'bind' because when They came into the room for any purpose They would pause before the door Amaya would see Their hands make a sign and hear them say that word. She hated Their visits probably more than They hated visiting her; the horror and terror of feeling her hands being chained to the ground and unable to do anything if one of Them decided to take Their angers and troubles in that day out on her. Every time They came Amaya forced herself to keep her head down so they wouldn't see the glint of silver as the color of her eyes was leeched away by her anger to expose what They called her 'Eyes of Death'. Because if They saw the change in her eyes I'd be punished, Amaya would be dragged out by my hair and lashed to a post in the center of the village so the strongest warrior or hunter could beat her with an assortment of weapons until she passed out. Then she'd wake up back in her hut still bleeding from numerous wounds and biting her tongue until it too bled to keep herself from screaming her pain and rage. It would only take around a day of rest to heal but that they left Amaya in filth and garbage, hoping- no- praying for her demise…

She felt her adrenaline spike just thinking about it and the color of her eyes start to bleed away.

Seven years, seven years in this place and Amaya still had no hope of escaping and if what They said was true, she would live long past a regular humans time of death in this torture. There was no possible way she'd be able to keep living here for that long with her mind intact- perhaps she'd even transform into the Demon that felt nothing but anger and evil that they thought she was.

"Bind." Amaya's head jerked up just in time to see the shadow of someone standing in front of the door as her arms were pulled down so she was forced to bow. The door creaked open and a pair of footsteps entered.

"Another Warrior of the village has challenged you, Yasha." A rough voice grated out. "Come." It wasn't as if she was expected to obey, as she was chained to the floor, so Amaya merely stayed quiet and waited for the one of Them that had come into her holdings to untether her and grab her hair to lead her out of her dwellings as was the usual for this kind of event.

Without a pause the man reached down and shoved Amaya's head completely to the floor so she wouldn't be able to see the hand signs he made- They were very cautious with such things around her- then after a few seconds, when her hands were released he slammed her wrists together and spent another few seconds binding them. "Up." He spat. His hand closed over the matted tendrils at the nape of her neck and Amaya smothered a whimper as she scrambled to keep up with his long stride. Her feet passed over the threshold and then her ears were assaulted by excited mutterings and the sound of someone sharpening his weapon.

She inhaled deeply. It had been so long since she had been outside… so very long. Sunlight cut across her pupils and Amaya hissed, flinching back and causing pain to ripple over her scalp as she was yanked along behind the man.

"The Yasha!" She heard people whispering.

"Disgusting!"

"Look at her clothes!"

"I hope Masaru beats her good!"

Eyes of hatred and despise fell upon her hobbling form, scorching and burning her with every glare.

Miserably, she tilted her head so none of the onlookers could see her face. This Masaru would beat her, there was no 'hope' only imminent pain. Because that was how this game was created: the challenger only had to swipe the Demon once and they won- which they celebrated by beating her until at least half of her bones were broke or worse. Amaya didn't stand a chance during these events. Her hands were left shackled together, her powers bound, and she received no weapon to defend herself; it was a monthly occurrence for the village's morbid pleasure and an inescapable sentence of punishment for her.

Amaya just wished she knew why she was being punished.

The grip on her hair tightened and before she knew it she was tossed up onto the risen platform she'd been on too many times she didn't want to count. Amaya knew every ridge, her blood had been spilt on almost every inch, and her bones had been broken, joint by joint on its surface.

All too familiar with the procedure, she didn't even bother to get to her feet; if she did it would just give them another opportunity to shove her down.

Immediately a chant started up around her.

"Ma-saru!"

"Ma-saru!"

"Masaru!"

Heavy footfalls a few yards away signaled her new 'Conqueror' had arrived. She could only wonder what weapon he'd chosen for this occasion. Knives? An axe? Just an old hammer picked up from a shed? Amaya had experienced it all, cuts, bashes, everything that was known to injure and other things most people had no clue could inflict damage and in most instances wouldn't under normal circumstances. This event was anything but normal circumstance- well for her it was normal but she could guess that this wasn't normal in other villages, at least she hoped not.

"We are here today," the Elder's voice boomed out, "For the challenge between the Yasha who has plagued our village with evil for over seven years and Masura-" The crowd screamed their encouragement "-the brave warrior who wishes to prove himself by facing the Yasha's terrible powers of evil. Yasha," Amaya cringed at the term, now converted to a name for her, "I bid you to stand and face your opponent who will soon be your Conqueror." The words rang hollowly within her ears, the meaning and formality dead from over use. She hesitantly pushed herself to standing and dared to raise her eyes to survey her opponent.

A tall full grown man with muscles upon muscles most likely acquired through hunting or building stood before Amaya, eyes mocking and glinting with malice. A shudder hit her form as she calculated the damage she'd most likely receive. It had been a while since she'd been beaten by a mountain of a man like this- no doubt she'd be dizzy from the first punch.

"Masaru!" The Elder called, her eyes flicked to the old curled man from over the heads of the blood thirsty crowd. "You have seen the Yasha, and the Death within her eyes! Have you still the will to battle her?" 'Of course he did,' Amaya thought blandly 'it was fixed for him to win.'

'Masaru' let out a rumbling laugh, "This evil is no match for the strength of our people which I wield with my hands! Let the Battle commence!" The gong sounded at his words and Amaya tiredly looked over at him again. Another beating, a thousand more wounds. It was so pointless, she didn't even feel the hatred she once harbored every time she stepped into this pin- she would save the hatred for later, in the safety of her hut where it wouldn't be turned against her.

"ARG!" He bellowed, swinging up a hammer twice his size as he bulldozed towards her. Amaya's eyes widened. She had been ready to just let him beat her, but at that speed that shot would surely kill her. Horrified anew, she darted to the side just as his hammer hit the place she had stood and stone shattered into the air.

Why?

She leapt up onto one of the wood barriers erected around them and nimbly shot across the length as he struck out at her again and again, splintering wood and rock through the air like a mad man. Her hair whipped over her eyes as she flipped up onto the top post and scampered along the beam. The man was insane! His eyes held a crazed look in them, a rabid glint hungering for blood and death.

He hit again, this time right below her and Amaya was sent sailing through the air onto the stone, feeling the jarring impact to the marrow of her bones. She never once made a sound, never once a shriek or cry- and she wouldn't, not even through the entire beating she would receive. she had screamed when she was younger, shouted curses and sobbed, yet that only seemed to feed their craving, wetting their appetite for more.

Her palm smeared her blood across the hard surface of the ground and Amaya barely rolled away in time, due to the uselessness of her hands, to escape a bone-crushing swing from her 'Conquerors' weapon. Stumbling hard to the side, she fought to breath as her lungs strained and her body yearned for water. Amaya was in no shape to be dodging attacks, her limbs were weak and her bones could be seen through her skin. Perhaps with the right nourishment she would've been able to fight even in her current state, but now…

Now she was fighting just to stay conscious and he hadn't even struck her yet.

"HIT HER!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Crush her bones to dust!"

"TEACH HER WHY EVIL SHOULD NOT EXIST!"

She crouched panting as he came at her and couldn't even bring myself to move. What was the point anyways? He'd catch her eventually. Spill her blood eventually. Break her bones eventually. It was only a matter of time-time her body wouldn't last.

"ARG!" He screamed, arms coming up in an arching swing that would no doubt catch her shoulder and shatter it. Amaya waited for impact. Watched as he brought the weapon down, lower and lower, already hearing the snapping of bones. The crowd's cries rose up in a sharp crescendo as they too predicted what was to come in scarce seconds.

But it never did.

Someone ducked in-between them, a flash of bluish black and white and then the hammer was flying away towards the trees and an enraged Masaru stood there panting and glaring at a peculiar guy with half his face covered.

"Sorry, but I can't allow you to do that." The newcomer said. Amaya gaped, who was this person who had saved her? And what was that headband over his eye? Before she could ask fatigue overwhelmed her and she collapsed wheezing in an exhausted heap. He glanced back at her then turned fully to Masaru. "Sasaki," Suddenly there was another person crouching in front of her "take care of the kid. There are some things I clearly need to sort out."

"Yes, Team Leader." Amaya's vision blurred so she couldn't make out many of the newest arrivals features but he reached down and touched her throat- which she jumped at- before frowning and turning his head back to the other one. "I need to move her; she needs to be treated for malnourishment, dehydration and most likely other- worse- problems."

"Take her to the camp then, we'll patch her up best we can and take her back to the village."

Black was closing in on her from all sides, she'd never felt so weak before. How long had it been since they'd delivered food? Water? She had approximated a week but she could never tell with their being no sun light to go by in her hut.

The last thing Amaya heard was the Elder shouting for the release of the Yasha.

Whoo! Who are the mysterious people? Will Amaya be better off with these new people or will they view her as a monster too and reject her….. you will never know unless you read the next chapter I'm working on so HA… but it will get better and if you stop now you will miss it…. Just saying