Little Child
Naruto One-Shot by Nocturne no Kitsune
*Warning! contains implied Death/Murder!*
Just saying before we start, this is not meant to insult anyone. This as made for Shear injoyment in the act of Writing. If people are truly insulted by this then i shall remove it.
Summery: Dwell not on Crulty in the Dark, lest a Devil take your soul.
8-Year old Naruto Lay on his in his room in the Orpahnage. he had no Blankets, Nor pillow. in his hand, Clutched a Kunai, Sharp and Shining in the moonlight through the window.
As he lay, Whispers floated in the Dark Corners of his mind, hauntings of Days past and Drifting word's of Cruel Villagers. As the haunting Words From the Days of his life floated through his mind He heard a black voice among them. a Voice filled with Darkness and lust, promising too cease the cruel words. he let it carry him away. he stood from his Bed and walked out into the Sleeping Dorms, Kunai in hand. as he made his way the voice sang him a song, weaved with promises and whispers of love for this lost child.
Come little child,
I'll take thee away, show you a land of Darkness
As he went from Room to room, silencing life each time, he heard and was comforted by this song, Drowned Deep in whispers of death.
Come little child
the time's come to play,
here in this garden of Shadows.
He prowled through the orpahnage, Arms Soaked red and eyes lost in Dark Thoughts, dyed Crimson and slitted, Black voices guiding Blacker intents.
Follow sweet child,
I'll show thee the way,
through all the pain and the Sorrows
As a devils music ran round his head he could not but feel like this was wrong, and help not but cry. but the voice Sang still and temptation and blackness guided once more.
Weep not poor child
for life is this way,
murdering beauty and Passions.
He walked form lifeless dorm to the caretakers rooms, and found new blood in which to drown. But still a voice cried inside a darking soul.
Hush now dear child
it must be this way,
to weary of life and Deceptions
Soon all Rooms lay quite, not one breath heard, except for one child lost in Voices of Evil.
Rest now my child
for soon we'll away,
into the calm and the Quiet.
Blonde hair and red eyes found their way into cold night air, perched high looking over a sleeping Village.
Come little child
I'll take thee away, into lands
of Darkness.
A scent of blood followed a small figure as it went through house after house, into rooms of sleeping figures that Breathed no longer. and through Crimson he swimmed till red was his flesh.
Come little child
the time's come to play,
here in my garden of Shadows.
And played he did, Guided by a Devils whisper. And as Morning Sun rose, there were Cruel words no more. No, there were no more words filled with Hatred but a Silence of the grave. And in a hollow in a Tree a blonde child sleept, Comforted by Gentle words from the darkness.
Plz R/R!