Hello (probably bored) readers!.. I'm new to the whole fanfiction writing. Also I'm a very poor writer. So I've started writing this as a way to improve. Hopefully I improve as I go on... Anyways... This will be a cross over Fic. I don't know with what, but hopefully you enjoy the journey anyway.

Summary: After coming back from wave, a life changing mission. Naruto finds out he has been lied to all his life by the people he called friends. Except for one. What will he do?

Disclaimer: I don't not own Naruto. Nor do I make any form of currency with this fanfiction. How would writing of this quality make a single cent...

"Speach"

'Thoughts'

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x~~ Prologue: Surprise and Sorrow ~~x

xXx---------------Dawn: The Start of a Very Long Day---------------xXx

It was about 5 o'clock in the morning, and the village of Konoha was still sleeping. Judging by the sky, the sun wouldn't come over the horizon and bring in any light for another hour.

Like any major village, there were a number vigilant ninja patrolling the walls, the roofs, and the streets. The night patrol, as they were called, was system of routes that netted over the entire village. If a situation arose, a series of alarms and warnings would be set off. Like a hive, this quiet village would almost instantly be buzzing with movement. Within seconds, thousands of inhabitants would gear up and race out of their sleeping quarters to fight and die to protect their precious village.

Because of this of this iron clad system, which heavily depened so much on the loyalty of its inhabitants, one would assume that everyone loved it here. Since so many were willing give up their lives for it.

But sadly, that was not that case for one particular inhabitant.

You see, this citizen help held no love for the village. Not a single care actualy. He just simply.. hated it... all of it... The homes, the buildings, the streets, the walls... He even hated the people, the individuals that lived in in his proclaimed 'hellhole'. Whitout a single doubt, anything and everything about the village, he completely detested...

It was this hatred, that would give him... and many others... at chance of a better existence.

xXx---Dusk: The Closing of a Very Long Day---xXx

Within a dimmed office, two figures can be seen through a massive window; arguing heatedly. Or at least, the one standing was the aggressive heat, while the other sat calmly behind a wooden desk. He was heavily pacing back and forth in the little office, making fists and breathing hard. The other person was leaning back into the dark leather chair, with his hands lightly rested on the heavy oak. An angry roar rippled through the solidness of the room's once soundproof walls. A vase fell from one of the shelves and shattered into dozens of fragments.

"Every single one of you are Bastards!" Shouted the standing figure, his angry voice revealing him to be very young individual. Young enough to be barely past his fourteenth cycle.

"Those are unkind words… What would they think? They' re your friends." The second figure asked , his voice belonging to someone much older than the first, filled with ancient strength and prowess.

"Friends!? What fucking friends!?" The youth trembled a little as his voice lowered to a hollowed whisper. "I know everything old man… Every little fricken detail." His stare bore into the other's. "This charade… this act… there is no need to continue."

His elder's face slowly fell into a frowm, he finally looked down at the list he'd been given. He read down the list of names, a near hundred of them.. all the way to the very last His own. This was just a copy, but his signature was signed at the bottom of every copy given to each of the ones listed. He ran a finger across his name and felt his chakra in the ink. A legit replica of the Master. "…The one you got this from… Is he or she still alive?"

"Yes…" The boy croaked out. "I can't do that… I can't kill him…" But his mind shouted in agony, 'But that doesn't mean he's not going to die! Oh god… he could be dead right now… Why... the… fu-'

The old man sighed in relief. He had to cautious with his next words, this was an extremely bad situation he was in. The boy was in a fragile state. "I'm sorry you found out… It's obvious you were supposed to never know about this. But… It had to be done. For-"

"Had to be done?!" Creaking could be heard as the boy's aura swirled in silent rage, the wooden walls pushing against the growing phenomenon.

The other just watched unaffected as the boy put on an impressive show of power, as his own controlled aura protected him, filming over his body like a second skin. He unconsciously thought about how much more untamable the boy's aura would become in the future. This would threaten the boy's health… but that would have to wait for another time. God damnit... what the hell is Kakashi doing?

"Please calm down. I would like to be able to use this office after our meeting." He coughed lightly, "As, for the information you've uncovered… I know it seems bad at first, and I see how you're angry you are. But, all this was done with good intentions. For your benefit."

The youth stared at the man, absolute shock and revulsion mirrored his face, "I… I can not believe you can just sit there with that face and let that bullshit spill out of your mouth…" His tone now slow and filled with dissapointment. "I… I've lost what little respect I had for you Old man…"

The man stood up, alarmed that his words may have broken the boy. "Wait! I am really sorry you found out like this. But Na-"

"No!" The boy cut in. "No buts old man." He turned to the sole window in the room, which overlooked the entire village. "I'm tired of this bull shit. I'm tired of everything not right with my life. The stares, the insults, the mobs and the LIES!." He tilted his head and said in a soft whisper. "The lies... the whole time... a lie."

"Please hear me out Na...." The old man tried reaching out for the boy. He could not afford to lose him like this, not when the time was so close. All work up to this point would have gone to waste.

"No!" The youth retracted from the extended hand. "I can hear your thoughts old man. Its in your eyes… I don't know why you did this, or what you had planned for me. But… I do know something's going to happen. And I can not follo-…" He had warily stepped back and was about to reach for his headband in his pocket before he suddenly froze. The old man didn't notice it because his eyes were glued to the youth's hand but the boy's eyes had glossed over for a second. "…I can not… trust you anymore… There's only one person left I can trust in this forsaken village. You're not it."

"What?!" The man asked through gritted teeth. "I'm been with you since you were a baby! I had you sheltered, clothed, and fed!" He tried to control himself, but his voice got louder after every word. "How can you not trust me!?"

The boy growled, "Those are the essential human rights and innocent kid deserved, bastard.

"DESERVED!?" The man slammed a fist into the table, obliterating it into a thousand little pieces. "I did that to keep you ALIVE! Where is your respect you ungrateful brat?! Did you forget who you were speaking too?!"

The boy still stood defiantly. Not backing down at the show of the others strength, even when pieces of debris came flying past him. They grazed by, leaving little cuts and nicks over exposed skin. He probably knew this conversation had to end now or would turn into something ugly. So he inhaled deeply and said in an even tone. "I know who I'm talking too. A liar." His hand rose and formed a simple seal. "And with all due Respect, Old man. I do beg your leave."

"Wait!" But before the man could stop him, there was a brief pulse of concentrated chakra, and the boy's body disappeared in a silent flicker.

xXx

The old man scowled. "Shunshin… a perfect one." This wasn't exactly how he'd thought the boy to escape. He'd already know him to try something. A smoke bomb, clones, or trying that Sexy Jutsu, even if the seriousness of the situation would have abhorred it. But, he didn't expect something of that level.

Where most users of the skill left a swirl of leaves, the boy left none… not a single. Only Jonin should be able to perform it that way; no matter how large his chakra reserves where. But before the man could ponder over how he learned such a high level variation of the technique, two heavily geared nins appeared at his side.

They kneeled and spoke through their white masks, "Hokage-Sama! Shall we retrieve the Demon, sir? Raptor is already tracking the boy." "What do you wish to do?" Sharp and to the point; in business and in the tip of their concealed blades. The two belonged to ANBU. The elite Ninja of Konohagakure, and the Hokage's personal guard. The Old Man didn't budge or even acknowledge their sudden appearance. They were always with him, or in close proximity when ordered out for privacy.

He answered with a curt 'No.' "But Hokage-Sa-"

"I said No. Tell Raptor to pull out. We can not afford to use force at this moment." The old man slumped back into his chair as one of his operatives disappeared. Reaching into a small cabinet, he pulled out a long wooden pipe and lit it with a chakra flame. He deliberated over in his head what best solution to deal with this situation. The brat was unstable. He'd just found out the entire vi-

His eyes sharpened. "Only one person…" According to him, there was only one other person he could turn to.

He grapped the list and slowly scanned the names of Naruto's ex-relations. Who on this list was closest to the boy, second to me… Many of them shouldn't have made contact with the boys as of yet. Only a small handful had started a 'relationship' since he was a kid. But a lot of things could have happened over the years; accidental contact, breaking a friendship, or even a developed grudge. Damnit, I should have kept better track of him.

"Hatake, Haruno, and the Uchiha and the rest of the rookies are the only Nins's the boy should've had prolonged contact with. But they were ordered to not start anything until the chunin exams. So they're out. Civilians to this point include his baby sitter and the ramen stand owner. But they wouldn't have much an impact on him… Who am I missing? Did he actually manage to befriend a villager that didn't hate him?" The hokage inhaled a long puff from his pipe.

"No… He would've blabbed about a new friend to his teammates, always trying to one up the uchiha. I've read their reports, he's a loner as usual. And they've also recently comeback from an extended mission. Kakashi had recorded everything significant the boy said for an entire month. No new faces.

This was frustrating. The boy shouldn't have found out. Let alone having seen the entire list. He puffed again. '…What a mess. What was it that… Iruka once said? "The Brat has a talent for making things harder than it should." Hopefully your ability to judge the boy makes you my man.'

The hokage quickly took out a piece of chakra paper and placed his seal on it. Handing it to his guard, he ordered, "Cheetah, find Cunin Iruka Umino and escort him to my office. Use caution, force if nescesary. I still don't know how the boy obtained a copy of the List." The ANBU gave a small salute and also disappeared. Almost instantly, he sensed another chakra source replace the one that left.

'The guards are getting a little too lax.' He thought absent mindedly as he turned to stare out the window. Only a few slivers of the sun's rays could be seen over the horizon, as it continues its journey to bring light to other lands. Soon, it would be night, and roof tops below would light up as the nightly patrols lit the chakra lamps that hung from the tops of every home.

"Its supposed to be a calm Night… But why does it feel like a storm is brewing.

xXx----Evening: Three Hours Later----xXx

As the Night began to take over the boy crouching down on a roof top slowly became a mere shadow. 'Finally, time to get out of here before the patrols light up the village.' The shadow hopped from one roof to another, still careful to duck into larger shadows as there were still people walking about below him. He stuck to as many walls as possible and avoided windows and large gaps between buildings.

There was no questioning whether the Hokage had sent word to keep an eye on him or not. The old man thought him to be unstable, and only someone foolish would let loose someone If he was seen now, he'd be trailed and probably hauled back to the Hokage… 'All hope of leaving after that would evaporate…' He dodged under a ledge. 'If she really did it… this would be one and only chance of escaping.'

He heard clattering from above as a group of patrol Nins passed over him. Three heavy steps as they used the tiled ledges as stepping stones to lunge themselves to the next roof. 'What the... they increased patrols? I can still feel the clone I left at the apartment… There's no way they could have noticed anything this fast… Or… Maybe they're looking for her?'

The shadow leapt onto an empty street and began making his way to the northern gate. 'Kami… I have a bad feeling about this.' He was still in the southern district of the village, where the large slums and his apartment resided. It would take longer to get to the northern half but it was a lot safer than going the south Gate. It was smaller and had less people passing, which meant he'd be spotted immediately.

The North was the largest of the four gates and it opened into Konoha's market district, which should be closing up around now. It'd be a lot easier to blend into the massive crowd of merchants and civilians leaving the village. 'If I could make it there undetected.' he thought anxiously. But this wasn't the time to be worrying, there was someone counting on him to get out of this mess.

So he continued to push forward, and eventually the shadow came upon the barrier that separated the civilian residential district from the clan district. It wasn't as large or as guarded as the village's surround wall, but was still in his way. 'It a wonder why the clans, which number only in the hundreds, have the same amount of land that thousands of villagers take up.' With the use of chakra, the shadow was able carefully scale up the hard stone without the use of footholds.

Atop the fortification, he was able to peer past the buildings to the market district. Its roof tops were already lit up with hundreds of lamps to guide people out of the area. On the main street leading to the gate, there was already a massive buildup of human traffic. Farmers, merchants, caravans, and other miscellaneous identities, waiting their turn to enter or leave the village.

It was bizarre how normal the village seemed, looking at a sight like this. At this height his eyes could pick out surreal scenes you wouldn't expect out of a Ninja infested town. House wives picking out the best greens, kids playfully chasing each other with sticks, men heading into bars after a full day's work, and typical activites the villagers did at night.

Strange how he's noticing these things now. During this time of urgency, he's taking a second to envy the very civilians that'd curse him in a heartbeat. 'They have no idea how good they have it.' A majority of Konoha's ninja populace thought themselves better off than the regular people. Because they always thought they were stronger and had a higher rank than the norm.

Ironicly the shadow thought, that was the reason why he envied civilians so. They didn't need to train daily, they didn't need to worry about rank, nor did they need to fight and die on order. They never once have to see a body that they themselves killed. They have chance to live a normal, peaceful life and die at an old age.

'Hopefully, I'll have that chance for peace outside these walls.'

x----x

The shadow dropped down onto the closest roof top. He crouched and looked around for any patrols. Not a soul in sight. Nor were there any lit lamps. The shadow breathed out a sigh of relief. The clan district was unfamiliar to him, and for all he knew he could have dropped right onto the Hyuuga mansion. Shiver. Doing that would be like jumping into a pool of sharks… But instead of noses, it'd be their scary looking eyes that'd pick me off instantly.

All the Hyuuga's I've met to this point were all so arrogant that it almost made him sick to the stomack. And when he saw the real Hinata… he really did get sick. 'A bunch of disgusting narcissists… if I ever get like that, I think I'd stab myself.' He shuddered thinking back to how Hinata acted…

'Not the right time…' but the dry-heave still happened.

He swung down onto the ground and started stalking the shadows toward market area. For some reason the houses in area were only one story and built separated and far apart from each other. It also seemed like the place was also walled off from the surrounding clan mansions. There were a few wells, a dojo, and even a temple. It was like being in a small village, within the village.

But after a few houses, he noticed something odd when glanced through the shuttered windows. Almost all the rooms were empty, no furniture or any other sign of occupancy. Even outside, the clean look of the buildings and the surroundings made it seem deserted. There were no baskets or barrels that kept food, no buckets or other working tools, no scattered pieces of wood or stone that covered the streets. It was all barren.

'That place didn't seem right…' The shadow thought as he flipped over a wide wooden cut out that served as the area's only entrance.

He pushed out his senses to feel for any traces of chakra, which he found was a stupid idea when he thought back to it at a later time. Finding chakra sources this way literally meant pushing out his own chakra in wave, like sonar radar, until it bounced back after hitting another chakra source. Not that he knew what a radar was or the physics of sonar at the time.

There. He felt someone! One source. But the ping was all the way at the back near house he'd dropped on. There wasn't any time to quench his damned curiosity. He had to keep moving. He was lucky the person hadn't been alerted. And the thought made him concentrate more on keeping his nosy ass concealed.

He willed himself to move again, but he soon found out that the rest of the district wasn't as deserted.

'Gah!' The street up a head was lit up, and the mansions lined up next to it had people actually living in them. Human silhouettes could be seen walking past windows, dancing shadows on curtains or paper thin walls. Thing didn't look to hot as the shadow also sighted guards in front of a few of the homes. Really, he should've expected this.

Not only did the village's strongest and most ninja's live here, but also it's strongest families. 'More like bloodlines.' The shadow moved extremely slowly this time, using the bushes and trees on the other side of the road as cover. Constantly crouching and inching away at an ant's pace bore on his legs, but he kept at it till he heard movement. Peaking from a bush and spotted someone being escorted into home.

He held back a growl.

'Apparently, this place also housed the goddamned counsel.' But, ironicly, with these people he'd been aware and been involved in hostilities with. They were straight with him, not hiding their aggressions. And so was he. 'At least these people were honest.' He watched the group disappear, leaving a guard at the massive double doors. He started talking to the other guards, shouting greetings to them. Their hard faces unexpectedly broke into and they also shot back greetings between houses.

'Thank you, idiots.' They were definitely not the brightest of Nins. That or they were a couple or really bored Chunins, same one that rotated shift watches on the outer walls. He'd been holding back on the shunshin because of the risk of higher ranking Ninja sensing him. But judging the guards relax state, they were stationed in the district for superficial purposes only, to make the powerful look more powerful.

I'm willing to bet I would've been stuck into a useless job like this if I had ever gotten promoted. Looking toward the last wall between him and the market district, he concentrated his chakra and pictured the top the notched wall. He did the seal for shunshin, and for a split second he felt the tug-and-pull as his body broke through the sound barrier and rushed to the intended spot.

On top the fortification, the shadow flickered into a hard stop. He stumbled awkwardly, still not use to the instantaneous speed, and the distance he'd just traveled. Eliminating the sound and 'effects' that the usual shunshin had was taxing and very risky. It required an extreamly high and accurate amount of chakra to cut sound once to start then another dose to stop. The second cut was needed to lose and sound waves that were sucked in.

It was still a little tricky to for him to pull enough chakra fast enough for the second dose, to make a perfect stop. But for now, the shadow hoped it was enough to get out.

The shadow was just about to leap down onto the market stall when he look back at the clan housings to make sure all things were clear. No Tails. He then shifted his sights to a space that was near the entrance into the clan district. He wasn't surprised to see an empty lot where an elaborate, or what he thought was a bit eccentric, looking home once stood.

Those two… He lifted his sights to the impressive looking Gates, that had grown three fold. 'I'm sure I'll see them again. I'll make sure to thank Butterfly-Hime then.'

x-----x

Again, the shadow dropped jumped off one of the towering walls, the rush making his dark clothes and light hair flail softly before he landed with a small thud. But unlike before, he was distracted by the sight of the Gates that he hadn't looked before jumping. When he landed with a light thump, his peripheral vision caught movement.

A startled voice, "Huh who's there? Lee, Is that- Wait! You're-"

The shadow didn't think, but acted on instinct. His ears pin pointed which direction the voice had come from and how close it was. Right next to him. He quickly ducked, flicked out a Kunai and spun, bringing the blade in high arc, aiming two inches below the source of the voice.

The person didn't have time to react.

The shadow slowly stood up, judging by the dark crimson dripping onto the floor, his blade had connected. He turned. Though his eyes looked even, his mind was thrown into turmoil as he finally saw his fear stricken victim. It was a girl, a Kunoichi. And judging by her looks, she was also a Genin, barely older than himself.

The poor girl looked frightened; her eyes wide in shock as she dropped a kunai and brought her hands to her throat. A clean line from one jugular to the other was leaking blood down her pink blouse. "Wha…uh urbr ugh ugh!" She gurgled as the blood meant for her veins pooled in mouth. Her eyes looked away from him to stare at her shaking hands, fingers warm and soaked.

After a few more horrific seconds, she came down onto her knees and collapsed.

The whole time, the shadow was thinking about the girls family and how would they react, how her life was to this point, what her friends would think. But, then at the thought of friends, he started to wonder whether she would've been one of his listed 'friends'. She was a Genin, so he knew their paths would've crossed, intentionally or unintentionally. Also, being an older Nin, she knew about his secret.

Would knowing about him change her attitude like so many other good people before her? But no matter how much he hated it, the answer would probably have been Yes. So the shadow let go of his regrets and kneeled down to the twitching body. He tried to reassure himself by thinking that if he hadn't done what his instincts willed, and just incapacitated her, she would've recovered much faster than his clone would've lasted.

She was threat to his escape. But she was still a human. He brought his fingers to the pair of eyes that stared up at him. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. If I had looked down our paths wouldn't have crossed this night. And you wouldn't have died." He gently closed her lids as her chest heaved, her body trying one last time to obtain the much need oxygn. "Be calm. Die proud. You may not have been my first kill, but you would be my most painful."

He got up just as the Kunoich's body finally relaxed onto the cold roof tiles. The shadow glanced around for her squad, or the person she'd first thought him to be. All was clear. So, without glancing back this time, he shunshined off to the second major event he would have this night that would further change his life.

As for the girl… The shadow would go on to perform harder and more painful kills. But what he didn't realize at that moment was that he'd lied to her. She'd have the honors of being his true first kill. And the most significant he would ever have. Because her death marks the turning point in his life. What was supposed to happen, no longer exists.

xXx

The shadow flickered to the middle of one of the market districts many streets. There were normal people all around him, but they were all too busy going about their own business, shopping or selling, to notice. Because soon, most of the shops would close for the night, and they would have to wait till morning to do their groceries.

A person bumped into him, making him tense and grab for a kunai. But he relaxed as he found that it was a merchant rushing down the street. He watched as the man with a towering stack of he-didn't-care head toward a large gathering three blocks down. Infront of the mass was the South Gate.

But the young Nin didn't continue straight down, but instead, turned into an opening of a dark alley. As he walked in he looked up. The two buildings that squeezed this space were tall, so the only a few patches of light that shined through the narrow path. There was no one here but he still suppressed his aura to a minimum. The patrols that roved the roofs above were three times the amount that guarded the other districts. Acting more like military police for the citizens, than guarding against intruders.

Just as he reached brick wall at the end, he felt a presence at the ally's mouth. Quickly moving into back into the shadows, he blended into the walls. 'Its just about that time now.' He continued to hide as the figure came closer.

Thought it was dark, he could still make out the silhouette of the figure nearing him. The person was tall, with long hair and curves that only belong on a woman. And as the person came closer, he noticed a sack in the person's hands.

"N-na-naru-ruto?" Definitely a females voice. She called out again, "A-are you there?"

The shadow knew it had to be the girl he'd been hoping would show up, he felt not sign of killing intent or a negative aura coming from the new comer. But he still held back, not willing to relax yet. Until, the person stepped forward into one of the lit patches. The moon's light revealed her to be the woman he'd been expecting.

The shadow relaxed a little; he felt no sign of killing intent or a negative aura coming from the newcomer. He called out from his cover, "So... You actually came..."

The girl's head jerked to the direction his voice came from, "Of course I came! What else would I do?" she shouted. Her voice was strained, filled with agony.

Trying his hardest to ignore the pain in her voice, the shadow continued push. He'd already lost his chance to turn back, and he wanted to make damned sure she didn't just throw away hers. "You could have gone to the old man… You don't need to do this-"

"What!? The h-hokage?! N-not after what he did… n-not after what THEY did." She said hastily, her voice starting to crack.

The heart in shadows ached to ease her. He hoped to Kami that this whole situation hadn't broken her... or leave her in this distraught state. It nearly drove himself insane… but he had his entire life built up to this fall out.

The shadow stared at the woman for a few seconds before responding. "Come closer…"

The person moved forward into the moonlight and revealed herself to be a young, beautiful woman in her teens. She was wearing a cream colored kimono that went down to her thighs, with matching pants and sandals. But, what seemed wrong was that her head was bowed down. Her long silky brown hair shadowed her face.

"Ayame…"

She looked up again toward the voice. 'Kami please let her be ok…' The girl was crying. Her eyes were puffy hinting that she'd been at this for quite some time. What can-

"I have a present for you." Ayame lifted the object in her hand and the shadow gasped. His heart nearly stopped.

"A real present! This is the proof... My Proof! Proof that I will always be your friend!" She had started to become fratic. Tears and other liquids poured from her face now. Gone was the nice girl that had cheered him from behind the counter, replaced by someone on the brink of hysteria.

"I'm not like them! I'll never do what they did!" Ayame dropped the object and lunged into the shadows. Her arms spread open, trying desperately to reach out for him.

"Please! Where are you..." her body slammed into something, something soft… and warm. She looked up to see a pair of deep blue eyes looking down fondly at her. "N-nn-n-na-ru-ru.." The pair of eyes shifted to crescents; she could clearly see his clouded happiness.

"Naaaruuutooooo!!" She practically shoved herself into him, fiercely wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his chest. Her sobs, which had paused, came back to full force…

"Naruto! Narutooo! I'm not like them! I'm not like that bastard!" Ayame's fluids started to drench Naruto's clothes, but he did nothing to push her away. He simply wrapped his own arms around her.

"Shh, its ok. It's ok, I.." He glance at the round object on the ground, and looked back at her. Breathing deeply, " Thank You… Its ok.. I believe you.." If he said anything else now, he'd risk losing her mind.

She replied by crying even louder, which Naruto had thought to be almost unbearable. "This girl has done so much… What should I do?..."

"Naru, Naruto, Narutoo, hic, Naru..hic..too" She continued to repeat his name over and over.

"I'm sorry Ayame. I'm sorry you had to go through this." He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. He then bent his own head down till both their foreheads were touching.

She gasped as she looked into his eyes. 'So warm and full of… warmth.' She closed her own eyes, trying to stop the urge to cry even more.

"Ayame, you have to calm down." Naruto said. He caressed her back in attempt to calm her.

"Naruto, what I did…" She choked out.

He looked over at the object again. "Ayame... I'm sorry,.. I really..."

"No. Stop. What I did..." She inhaled deeply and also looked at the object. "…was the right thing to do."

'Kit… You must leave now… Soon they-'

'I don't CARE!

'But…'

He ignored the voice, as he and she both looked at the object which had rolled into the moonlight. Laying on the cold moist dirt, Ichiraku's head reflected an expression that couldn't be named. But, could only explained as a mixture between these two words: Surprise... and Sorrow.

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xXx~~Prologue: End~~xXx

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A/N: Yea. This was my very first fic. But I came back many times to revamp the quality. Though, it doesn't compare to many of the awesome writers on this site, it is much better than the very first version that I posted a year ago. So so long ago.

-Tell me what you think, or how I should improve.