~~EDITED! 6-24-10~~

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto, that would be his creator. Though I do kind of own this plot...

MOON SAYS: I was just listening to Skillet, two songs have really been pushing at me. As such, I've decided to make a fic out of them. They fit Naruto perfectly, actually. Should Naruto be a Hero or a Monster? If you've read the latest chapters of Naruto, then you probably wish that Dark Naruto had won out. THIS IS A TWO SHOT!

-6-24-10-(I edited this; added more than 20 or so words to it. So hopefully, it not only is more understandable, but better.)

Pages: 5

Words: 1, 360

ENJOY!

Hero or Monster

Chapter 1

It all came down to me; like I always knew.

I was the child of that fucking prophecy.

I wonder if the Perv knew how things would have ended…would he have still picked this orphan up and took her under his wing? Would he have tried to change me?

One can only wonder, since the idiot was dead.

I've always been the goody too shoes. I've always fought for justice, always for 'good;' always fighting the 'evil' people of the world.

But now?

I looked around me; the clearing no longer is covered with grass. It's covered with blood, guts, and bodies.

Dead bodies.

I looked down at me. I'm covered in blood as well, from head to toe.

I laughed for a moment. My hair, I tugged some in my hand. It's so long and red.

Just like mothers.

But hers were natural Kit.

I chuckled inside my head. Oh Kyuubi knew that well enough, considering that my mother had been inside of my seal as well as my dad had once been inside. Both were gone now; I think I even fooled them…but I guess if you can fool yourself, you can fool anyone.

But don't you like my hair better?

It was his turn to chuckle. If it becomes permanent, then yes, I will like it better. You know I like blood red hair.

Of course the damn fox did; he had blood red hair. Long hair too; that was why I grew mine out.

Kyuubi was the only constant in my life. He was the only one I knew I could trust. He would never betray me; because he wouldn't betray himself.

It took you long enough to realize that, Kit.

Yes, it had taken me too damn long.

I had to get past all the lies I had been told, and gullibly accepted. It took that and a talk with my 'true self,' the real Naruto.

Now is the moment of truth, Kit. Will you let the lies and the masks win? Or will you take what is yours? Will you finally take that last step and become who you were born to be?

I couldn't answer those questions.

I was just a step away, a breath away from falling off the edge.

I had lost my faith in everyone and everything.

I am just a person.

Why does everyone look to me to save them?

I'm not a superhero.

Everyone wants me to save them, but who will save me from the darkness and the cliff I'm on the edge of?

Just looking around I could see that this was just another war; and I was just another pawn in it.

Looking up at the two forces battling I could see families torn.

Most of the Rookie Nine were with Akatsuki and killing off their families one by one.

Gaara, it seemed, had faked the whole extraction and was killing off Kankuro. Temari had chosen to accept his offer and joined his side.

And me?

I was in the middle, on the edge, just a step away.

And yet this was war; just another day in the world of Ninja. There was more killing, more death, and even more betrayal from the sneaky bastards that call themselves Shinobi.

They told me to fight, and I did.

The only way to live another day was to fight, and to kill others before they killed me.

Should I speak my mind?

Should I let my voice be heard?

Or should I just fade into the background like I always do?

They say that I have to make a stand.

But I'm just a woman.

I'm not superhuman.

My voice would be heard today.

But this was just another war; and more would follow. Even I could see that and everyone always called me dumb.

More families would be offered up for the tearing; as if the other wars didn't do just that.

Would I let my voice be heard?

Before or after I kill more?

Looking at the 'enemy' I see that the countdown had begun. We would destroy ourselves soon.

Why should I be a hero?

Why couldn't someone save me?

Why couldn't I need a hero to save me?

To save my life for once?

One who would save me just in time; just before I fell off the wrong edge?

If I don't want to fight, who's going to?

Who's going to help us survive if I don't be the hero that everyone wants me to be?

An enemy tried to interrupt my musings, my deep thoughts, but he didn't. I killed him before he got to close.

In the end, it always comes down to if I am ready to die or not.

And I'm not ready to die.

If I don't, who's going to fight for the weak?

Who will make them believe?

Why can't they fight for themselves?

Why can't they believe in themselves?

Why do I have to be the one who has to be strong for others?

What about me?

I'm going to fight for what's right for me.

I am going to speak my mind.

Even if it ends up killing me, I'm finally going to do things for me.

Am I really, finally, ready to die?

Suddenly, it all clicked in place with that one question.

I will only, ever, be ready to die, if it's for me.

A hero isn't afraid to give their life.

But who is going to be my hero?

Apparently, while I was deep inside myself, trying to find something to make me fight, to make me see the truth; to make me see which edge I need to fall off of; I had spaced out long enough to be surrounded.

I saw them and looked around for my so called allies. A few of them saw me and continued onto with their fights.

Did they think that I could take on all of these Ninja by myself? There had to have been over thirty, make forty, that had snuck up on me.

I saw my old sensei; the one that I knew would save me.

I saw Tsunade, the one who saw me as her little sister and daughter.

They both saw me.

Their faces grew sad, sorrow taking over.

A tear escaped from their eyes and then they turned away from me.

They abandoned me.

They weren't my hero.

If they loved me the most, and weren't my hero, then who could be my hero?

I closed my eyes.

So this is it? I've finally been fully abandoned. Do I have no hope left?

Kyuubi, my constant, my protector, my mentor, my friend, everything but my lover, was still there with me. He would never abandon me. His voice came to me, again, remaining me of the cliffs, the edges that were to the in front and behind me.

Now is the moment of truth, Kit. Will you let the lies and the masks win? Or will you take what is yours? Will you finally take that last step and become who you were born to be?

My eyes remained closed, but I felt that at least ten of the ones surrounding me were dead.

Then I heard and felt him.

My hero.

"Come on dobe, I never knew you could give up like that." his silky, yet husky, voice filled with darkness that called to me.

It woke me up.

It gave me the little push that I needed.

I jumped head first off the cliff: the ledge that was behind me.

My eyes slowly opened; they were black completely, except for the middle oval being blood red like my clothes, my body, and my hair.

I heard him from behind me pause, just like my would be killers. They felt the darkness, the death, rolling off me in waves.

Yes, it was now that I finally took that final step and became what I was born to become.

The very thing they feared, yet molded me to become.

I was no longer the hero they wanted and needed.

But I had the hero I wanted and needed.

To be continued...

So how did you like it? Yes or no? I'm a little iffy about this actually, but it may be my best work...the thoughts and feelings of course. REVIEW!