Hey guys! I know I haven't continued my other story, "Girl in Wolfs Clothing", but don't worry about that yet! I'm actually planning on rewriting the chapters to make it flow better, and it should be out sometime at the end of this year or the beginning of 2016- so stay tuned for that!

I wanted to give you guys a gift as I finally got out of my yearlong writers' block- I'm excited to share this with you guys! :33

Pain. It seers though my body in almost a lucrative way. Why do I still feel? I'm supposed to be dead, again. It just seems to be that fate wants me to suffer death more than once, or in this instance- twice. The first death I had endured was what I thought would be my final, feeling remorse yet happiness as I stared into his eyes. He finally had gotten the revenge he had craved all these years.

But it proved to be that my first death wasn't enough.

My second 'death' or departing moments had also been with him. In my eyes, it seemed to have been worth it again- to see my brother and to tell him the truth about my departure of the village. I had dispelled the lies he had been told, hopefully destroying his wish of conspiring against Konoha. However, I seemed to have been resurrected the first time in order to save my brothers future. What is my new purpose for this life?

The blinding lights of the world around me had my head spinning in pain and nausea, my bones seemingly compressed into a mockery of what they once were. I had tried to clench my hands to stretch them; however it only felt like half of my fingers had survived whatever unholy mutation I had gone though, as I only felt pain and slight bending before giving up. Finally, feeling the pain dull the slightest bit, I open my eyes to investigate my new surroundings.

Where am I…?

I looked around and noted how the gigantic trees in this area are very unfamiliar to the normal oaks and birch of the hidden villages. Looking down to see why everything was so large in this environment, I had seen dark appendages that have replaced my normal hands and feet.

This seems fitting to my predicament…

The sun was setting, and I knew if I didn't move then I might not be able to survive the night in this new environment and body. Moving my arms and legs slightly, trying to get accustomed to the unusual sensation of walking on all fours- I had slowly made my way towards a large, dark grey path. Stepping onto the cold, hard rock, or whatever this substance may have been lights had blinded me once more, only for me to hear a loud siren. Looking to my side quickly, or as fast as I could in this new body- I had seen a large projectile making its mark towards me, only for it to screech and go off course when it almost came into contact with my body.

Looking towards whatever had almost collided with my new physique, the swerving projectile had sobered up- going back to the original speed and direction it had before.

This may be harder to get used to than originally expected.

Slowly slinking back away from the path, I had moved agilely through the thick brush of strange and unknown foliage- staying close to the road while passing strangely built homes, none looking safe to go near as they are either overgrown or the simple shadiness of the neighborhood overrode any consideration of using any of the homes as a safe place to rest.

Slowly, my body had begun to grow tired and weary, hunger pains gnawing at my stomach- but suddenly I heard what seemed to be a strangely familiar, yet quiet voice. However, this voice was accompanied by a low rumble, as now I know to be growling from feral dogs. Hearing the voice grow louder, I pushed myself through my exhaustion to investigate whoever this person may have been. I had tried to activate my chakra reserves in order to detect how far away they were, I notice that I couldn't feel anything.

My chakra…

It seemed to be that in this world, I have to rely only on my instincts. Quickening in pace, I seem to have encountered a fork in the road, with those projectiles from earlier resting in one place- however all were humming loudly. A sickening smell of pollution had filled my senses, making my head feel light as my lungs were near collapsing from this poison.

It seemed that whatever these metallic bullets purpose was, these projectiles were built for indestructability.

Waiting for a while to see if it was safe, I notice none have moved from there spot. Not wanting to risk being hit by these strange creations, I ran quickly across the grey path. Reaching the safety of the grass, the projectiles I had crossed began to move- only for me to notice that the other strange bullets had stopped, letting the ones I had just passed move. It was as though they were in sync, like they were on a specific unknown schedule. I would have to study these strange objects later- right now I needed to see what was making that sound.

I looked forward to see the bright lights of what seemed to be a resting spot amongst others, only for me to notice those projectiles resting here as well. However, they weren't making any sounds like the ones I had previously passed. Before I could continue this investigation, I heard the soft hissing- the voice from before was coming from behind this strange landmark. Rushing towards the back of the building, making sure that I wasn't seen in case of those strange objects coming back to life- I saw a feline on his back, bloodied and fur missing from his neck. As I was approaching the feline, he hissed in a broken voice.

"I may be injured, but don't think I can't kill you where you stand." Recognition had finally registered, this man, this feline,

"Kakuzu?"

Cliffhangers, they're what I'm good at. ;33 I hope you liked it! And if you do- let me know! Thank you for reading and stay tuned for Chapter 2. :33