Demonshadows: Yo hey, sorry I'm a jerk I know for not even doing anything with my stories. So this is it. Another story for you. I don't own shit so peace.
Chapter1:RoCknRollA
A doobie. A small little thing that gets me high… as high as a kite. A point to where I don't even care what I do. I ain't no hard core rocker who snorts all the coke he can get his hands on. Nope I ain't got that kind of freedom, no i'm a different type of rocker… I'm a rocknrolla. I'm the kind of guy who can get inside a building, kill a target and come out a different man. People keep asking me what's a rocknrolla? I keep saying with a gleam in my eyes "a rocker… *exhale* is a guy who's all about the cars, the money, the drugs, the girls and the hospital trips. *smirk* a real rocknrolla wants the fucking lot."
I'm just chilling outside of a shinobi bar wearing my normal attire. A trench coat that is fully hidding my three hidden daggers. Now *sigh* what I've figured out is that a sword is easily spotted, an axe is too big for a ninja, a staff is easily broken and a shuriken is nothing but a fancy sharp object. However a dagger… is easily hidden, its light, it can be quickly concealed, and it's great for assassination. I'm just a chilled mother fucker who loves feeling his blade go through the ribs of the poor saps who fuck with the wrong people.
You could be asking "you're a hired blade?"
I would have to say "I am a rocknrolla, I just do what is beneficial to me and me only." You could say that I had a rough childhood, I'd say yeah, I did. That could explain why I am currently blowing rings of smoke into passer bys faces. Smirking as they stumble from the strength of the weed. Hahaha this is some of the good stuff. I'm sorry how rude of me I've been telling you my life story and I haven't even said my name. " Ahem! Hi my name is Naruto, and I am a smoker/ Rocknrolla and this is my fifteen year of smoking the good stuff and without it… I go a little insane."