Anger. It sat like a King in his heart. Its deceitful smile beckoned him to take hold of its outstretched hand. The boy named Naruto obeyed and heeded the King's motion, drifting closer towards the figure. As he drew closer, all his worries and doubts seemed to fade and ebb away into nothingness. Then a calm, soothing sensation washed over his being, relaxing his mind. Before long, he neared the King that never released the feral, yet enchanting smile from its face. Slowly the boy approached and looked up at the outstretched hand of the King.
Tentatively, he raised his hand, inching it closer towards the figure. As he approached, he paused, his fingertips barely brushing against the King's own digits. Naruto looked up only to find a kind and reassuring smile on the King's visage. Reassured, the boy took the King's hand before the world around him melted away.
He opened his eyes, finding himself suspended in a vast ocean of red energy. All feelings and emotions left his mind as his dull and expressionless gaze wandered before his attention was caught by an opening in the area in front of him. Resembling a window in the vast sea of red, he looked in it and saw smoke and buildings torn asunder. Fresh corpses littered blood stained roads which seemed to stretch for miles. Death had touched the land here as he vaguely noted a few survivors trying to flee with what limbs they still possessed. Then, he heard a noise. He heard a dull, distorted noise in his ear before he inclined his head, locating the source of the disturbance. A long, red snout protruded from just below and inside the maw was a girl. Her purple hair was caked in blood as was her terror-stricken face.
She coughed blood as her body wriggled to no avail. Fangs pierced through her abdomen and right arm as her free hand pushed against the teeth. It was a useless effort, and the look in her eyes showed she knew the futility in her actions. Her stare suddenly became fixated on the boy, who continued watching with a bleak expression on his face. Again her words rang out, but they came as nothing more than a buzz in his ears. Yet, something stirred within him. A sensation, both kind and warm poked at his chest. Suddenly the window in front of him closed and again he was isolated in the sea of red; the feeling gone.
What filled him next was the sensation of hunger. Almost as if in response, his mouth became filled with a substance that he had never tasted nor felt before. Slowly he began to chew. Its texture was soft, but when he bit down fully a loud crunching was heard. A juice was squeezed out of the substance, filling the cavern of his mouth that enticed his sense of taste. Then he swallowed the thick, coppery substance as it went smoothly down his throat and settled pleasantly at the pit of his stomach. A satisfactory smile played across his lips as he savored the taste. But something was wrong, something wasn't quite right.
He wanted more.
Suddenly the window opened up again to the scene of people fleeing before him. He now knew where to get more.