Prologue: It's Gone
I can't remember when I started to feel like this. I...was always alone in these cruel world. Alone around people who have always either been frightened or hated me. Always being looked at with eyes that hurt me the most. I'de had always been alone. Alone with no one to care for me or to care for. And if if the person did 'care' for me,it was all a lie. ll that person wanted was for me to be dead. As well as the rest of the people who were afraid of me. I was nothing more than a monster. And because of all this had thought of one thing...
I exist only to kill everyone other than me. I find relief inside the fear people have of being assassinated at any time. By killing people,I was able to recognize my reason to live. I fight for myself,and only love myself. As long as there are other people who exist to make me feel like that,the world is wonderful. As long as there are people to kill in this world...to make me experience the joy of living...My existence will remain.
Thinking back at what I said,I stayed true to it. I killed countless people. People who tried to kill me in battle or just came at me for no reason. And innocent people. People who did nothing at all but breath air and live their lives. Yes...I killed them...I killed them all. Not once did I stop for killing them,not even if they begged me to spare them. I just killed them without flinching. I would just kill them and watch as they would stop moving...Watch them as their breath would leave their bodies...Watch them as they tried to choke out their last words to this world...Watch them as their blood escaped their bodies...
Their blood...It would fly everywhere after I'd kill them. After it would fly,the crimson substance would leave my victims body. It would gush out,with no hope of stopping. Soon,the body would lay motionless in itself own pool of blood...
Seeing this would give me pleasure. Seeing this made me have an even more stronger desire to kill.
...But,now it doesn't...I don't desire to kill anymore...I no longer find any pleasure in it...No matter how many times I kill no pleasure can be felt... The desire and pleasure have faded...I no longer feel alive when I slaughter a person...What puzzles me the most is that I've been feeling like this since that time...
I haven't felt like that since I met him...That beautiful dark-eyed ninja...