A/N: Tired of not finding any male self-inserts Naruto fics I have decided to make my own. Also to note when I say self-insert I don't mean the character is actually based on me... at all. why I also say its Semi-Self-insert as I myself like to read fics with people with actual knowledge of the universe itself... which is the whole point of having an SI character at all... otherwise what would be the point, ne?

It will be a... long time before I will update this one as I want to write on the other fics I have and focus on them more... when I find the pull to write them.

So please leave a comment/PM/review and tell me and others what you think of the premise.

Cya'll

Chapter One:

Prologue

The birds sang their morning songs as the sun bathed the world in a golden glow. Hidden amongst leaves of trees and bushes was a small camp. Two small tents, enough for four people: three children and one adult. A jonin and his team of genin.

"By loss, by pain, by sadness gain,

"My wrath, shall be paid~"

The jonin, arrogant but not without merit, never heard the inaudible click as the hammer was pulled as he rose to wake his young charges.

"From flint, to steel, to fires spark,

My thirst, shall be slaked~"

The jonin never saw the slight metallic sheen of the barrel as it traced his path.

"Your pain, brief, but vengeance sweet.

Death, the final…embrace-"

The hammer sprung to action and hit the steel frizzle, sending sparks into the pan, and with a hiss of smoke the gunpowder ignited. The recoil lifted the rifle upwards as the bullet left the barrel and spun towards its target. In a smooth and trained move the rifle was slung over a shoulder and the assassin disappeared in a flicker of movement, leaving only the sour stench of gunpowder smoke behind.

The bullet flew through the air before meeting flesh not even a second later, there it deformed and splintered, punching a deep hole into its victims back; making mush of the muscles and organs in its way.

The man toppled forward, carried by his momentum and fell headlong onto his genin's tent.

Nestled behind a bush on the opposite side of the camp, the assassin could hear the shrill screams from the two genin trapped within the now collapsed tent, and the body of their sensei did not help calm them down.

The third genin burst out of the other tent, kunai drawn and ready to be used, mere seconds later. The assassin could see the bewildered look on the boy… or was it shock, as he rushed over to check over his sensei and teammates, who was trying and failing to claw their way out of the thick water resistant tent cloth.

The assassin was unsure really of what to feel. He felt excitement and a sense of righteousness and justice… on the other hand he felt horrible of what he was doing… and going to do…

Yoji was in doubt… he felt guilty of what they had done the other day. It had felt wrong then, but now he was questioning if it had been right or even justified to begin with. Just the memory of how his cool and smiling teacher, a ninja he looked up to and strived to be, could wear such a twisted smile as he had slit the throats of the konoha-nins. He had first believed they were only going to rough them up… not actually kill anyone… just the memory of the girls, genin like him and his two teammates', crying faces as they begged for mercy. He did not know if it been right to just stay silent as he watched their teacher murder them. Maybe his teacher and friends were right… maybe Konoha deserved to be punished for what they had done…

Yoji turned around trying again to fall asleep… he knew it was a pointless task, he could see the sun shine through the spring in the tent's flaps. He could hear his teacher's steps as he walked over from the fireplace to wake them. To rouse them to go home and report another successful mission.

Then the calm morning silence was shattered by a loud bang that made him jump out of his sleeping bag and scramble for a weapon. Without care that he only wore his underwear he rushed out in time to hear his teammates scream and struggle.

He emerged from the tent noticing his sensei lying limp over the collapsed tent whose occupants were still desperately trying to get out off and making themselves deaf in the process with their shrill voices.

Yoji rushed over and rolled his teacher off of his teammates. Nothing seemed wrong with him at first until he checked his pulse… which was none…

"Yoji-kun, what's happening?" Hitsuja asked when she freed herself from their prison, closely followed by Miko, both red in the face from equal part embarrassment as exertion.

Yoji just shook his head.

"I don't know… but sensei's dead…" he said and started to undress the dead jonin, to examine him for the cause.

"What are you doing!?" Miko screeched and turned away embarrassed.

Yoji hissed in response, Miko had a very sharp voice that hurt in his ears, especially now. But he kept quiet as he removed the flak-jacket and saw the blood soaked hole in its back.

"What could have don- ooh…" Hitsuja's question died off when Yoji turned their sensei onto his stomach. The blood was freely spreading out around the wound.

"A-are we in any danger?" Miko asked tentatively, staying silent as she watched Yoji work at tearing off the shirt.

"No Miko, we are not," Hitsuja answered, " the killer was only after Mahou-sensei."

"How do you know!?" Miko had a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

"Because we would already be-" Hitsuja's eyes suddenly widened and she shoved Miko out of the way.

Another bang rent the air.

Yoji turned around just in time to receive a sprinkle of blood onto his face.

He froze as he watched his friend's legs give out from under her, and collapse in a crumpled heap. The left-hand side of her skull was nothing more than a gaping hollow hole. Yoji could see the brain through the tatters of skin and bone still attached to her head. Shock was what Yoji would explain what he felt. He felt cold blanket him and his limbs just fell slack at his sides. He had just lost his best friend, he was smart enough to know that without even bothering to check, she was dead. He barely registered that Miko screamed and scramble away in panic.

Miko barely made it out of the clearing before the ground under her feet exploded! her feet was torn to shreds, her legs ripped from her body and turned her into a gory mess.

Yoji just sat there slack-yawed. His mind screaming to run, to get away… but. He knew it were no point. Someone had, while they rested, surrounded their camp with explosive mines, killed their sensei and his two teammates seemingly without effort, using an unfamiliar technique that was unlike anything he had ever heard of… it was loud but… effective…

Out from the bushes their killer stepped out… their eyes made contact, it was all Yoji needed to know as to why his team had been killed…

The eyes he met was swollen red, sore, and were black, tired… they were angry. He did not need to see the killers face to know it was one of anger… of sorrow…

With a sudden realization he knew this to be the missing genin. They had stumbled upon the konoha-nins out of chance and killed them… only it had been only two genin with the jonin they had found… the third had been nowhere to be seen. Though it seemed he had found them instead.

Alongside an odd looking sword the genin carried… a blowpipe? No, not a blowpipe… it was looked weird, a club but he held it in the head…

The killer walked slowly towards him, tense and on guard. Yoji could hear a low haunting humming coming from behind the scarf that hid the genin's face.

The humming never seized as his killer lifted the mouth of the pipe and placed its cold mouth against his forehead. The haunting melody came to a outdrawn end, and the last he saw was the detached look in the genin's eyes as his ears picked up a clack.

Johan lowered his pistol, arms slack against his sides. He glanced around the clearing feeling empty inside. 'Revenge is a dish best served cold' he had read many times. One he was actually inclined to agree with… but this… this he had needed to do… at least for his own peace of mind.

He would never forgive these Kumo-nins for killing his team. He stared emptily at the corpse at his feet. Fear and reluctant submission marred the flesh around its eyes. At least they paid the price for it their deaths.

He glanced over at the girl he had shot and grimaced at the horrid view, it was messy… but he was glad the other girl was hidden behind the bushes. He shivered as he imagined how she would look. He felt unease crawl up his spine standing there.

'Better collect the body.' he thought and extracted his last empty scroll. He always wore four scrolls designed to hold and preserve corpses… the idea for it was to collect bounties he was sure he would encounter one day but morbidly he always kept more than three… just in case his team would ever have needed them. He placed a hand gently over his left thigh pocket, closed his eyes and prayed. He was not a devote man but… you never knew, especially here… they do have souls of sorts so it could not hurt would it?

Johan left the genin to seal the jonins corpse. He only had one scroll and the jonin was most likely to have a price tag attached. He also wanted to get an autopsy off of it. He was curious what damge his weapon had done.

He gave a final glance over the small camp to make sure he had not missed anything before he slowly turned his back on it all and walked away.

It was going to be a long walk home…