Note: Don't own anything of Naruto, and blah blah blah... enjoy! Just the Prologue so far
King Of Darkness
Water trickles against water as it streams from the mouth of a dragon, sculpted over the edge of a small pool. The water's smooth surface reflects a bright auroa of Blue and silver waves across the walls of the cave around it. Their glow, beautiful yet mysterious.
Water unsettles with a quiet splash as a young man slowly rises through the surface of the pool. Several droplets of crystal-clear water fall off the end of the young man's thick, furred cloak as he rises above the water.
The black and gray fur is heavy when wet, but it posses no challenge against the young man's strength.
His shoulders are broad and firm, his arms thick with muscle, his stomach toned, and his legs powerful tools meant for cracking the Earth. He steps free from the pool, pulling himself onto the stone floor of the cave with no more effort than a little crouch. His feet are like weights, heavy enough to nearly sending tremors throughout the cave. His shoulders stride back and forth with power and a Alpha male aura radiates from this man's body.
He approaches the back of a metal and stone chair settled ahead of him, brushing his fingers carelessly over the top of his snarling pet wolf as he takes a seat in his thrown. He overlooks an empty room carved from the walls of the cave. It's a long, wide room built to hold an army of great size or perhaps, to host a battle between the most powerful Shinobi.
He raises a hand to rest under his chin. The crow above his head drops a small leather book into his lap with a piercing screech. The young man takes this book into his unoccupied hand and with indifference he flips though the pages, scanning his eyes over each image and each red cross over those images. So many where dead. so many slaughtered by his hands. the memories so vivid and horrific. he scoffs. he loved it. loved the pain, the screams, the fear, that each of these people felt as he sliced them to pieces. most of them had been his "pets", as he liked to call them.
A sly grin finds it's way across his perfectly smooth lips as he comes to the page he'd been searching for. His finger slides down and stops beside an image.
A woman.
Her jade eyes so lively, yet so mysterious. Her short hair, pink as a cherry blossom in spring. She's a kunoichi of the leaf village. A dreadful village, full of happiness and courage. He scoffs at that. Yet as pitiful as the place is... a smirk crosses his lips. It brings a sense of pleasure to gaze upon this woman's unmarked picture. She has yet to be placed among the dead, or added to his experiments. She will be his next "pet".
At the far corner of the room, watching from the nearest patch of shadows, stands this young man's servant. His face masked by his indifference, uncaring toward everything and everyone around him, his hair spiked like a raven's wing, and His onyx eyes, cold and detached from the world. He calmly waits for his master's orders, knowing he'll have to obey.
"I have a task for you," The young man calls to his servant. He stares down at the woman's picture, the wolf head he'd crafted into a hat, shifts with his movement. A sudden flicker of darkness blocks the light in the cave and his beaming green eyes peer though the darkness, matching the glow of his hair.