Aai-Rava Dragaara Ciferheart Uchiha, the blood-soaked princess, sighs and shakes her head, her multi-coloured hair gracefully flowing through the air as it swirls around her. She stops for a second to admire it. She doesn't want to be vain, but her hair is so captivating that even she, its owner, cannot help but stare at it intensely, watching the various shades of red, orange, and yellow as they create a fire made of filaments through the air.
She wishes to be rid of it, along with the rest of her stunningly attractive, timeless features. Whenever she goes outside, she always has to be mindful to avoid all her crazed fans; so seductive is her figure, with its long, slender legs, voluptuous buttocks that curve into a tight waist, and large, firm breasts, that all who see her are barely able to control their raging desire.
Unfortunately, nature is cruel, and the strange mixing of her parents' DNA had brought this unwanted appearance upon her.
She lifts her eyes, and we see their radiant colours sparkling in the light, one amethyst, and one the orangey pink of the sunset. In their corners well tears, emerald like her blood.
She is thinking of her lover. The only one that was with her through the hell that was her youth. Only he could understand the pain that she has suffered. For all these years, the guilt has wracked her.
Perhaps the heavens took pity on her miserable plight, for they did bestow upon her some small blessings. Of little use to her it was now, but she never suffered the weaknesses that supposedly accompany her vampirical constitution.
She stands up and pulls her Akatsuki cloak over the tight booty shorts and leather bralette that hug her figure, drawing attention to those shocking curves. This, of course, is not their purpose; she would never be so vain. She wears them to remember those years when she had no other choice but to wear them – those years living in the house of the legendary serpent.
It is time.
She is only in this organization out of the goodwill of The Traitor, Itachi, but for her to remain, they must see her worth. Those blind village members had chased her out of Konoha for crimes she did not commit. This time, she would return to carve her face into their nightmares. The air would shimmer with the blood of innocents in the name of her glory – she would gain the acceptance of her new organization no matter the cost.
Right and wrong have no place here. All that matters is her bloodlust and her revenge.
Of course, this isn't because she's an evil person. Quite the contrary, she's a truly kind person at heart. But she is no longer that naïve little girl, and she understands that sometimes there are things that must be done. Debts must be repaid, so this time, she will allow herself to give in to the rage that burns within her heart from the sexual harassment and verbal abuse she endured at the hands of the villagers.
For so long, the goodness in her heart has suppressed her urge to massacre – to paint the streets of the place she once called home with the blood of its inhabitants, the sounds of their screams hanging even thicker in the air than they did on that fateful night.
It has been far too long since she has tasted blood. She will lick it from the spines of her victims as she tears their bones from their living corpses.
This is not because she's a bad person. She simply wants to create a scene terrifying enough to deter more hapless outsiders from entering and being ensnared by the evil that is Konoha.