The Other Side of the Bullet-
A/N: I do not own Naruto, just my own ideas. This story is rated M for violence, rape, Yuri/Yaoi, language and lots of other jazz that isn't particularly sensitive for your itty-bitty tween ears. Don't like? IDGAF. Don't read.
If you think being on the receiving end is bad, obviously you've never been on the other side of the bullet. Never have you had to tighten your finger over the trigger in the face of a five year old child, then hearing that bang, that sick squelch of the bullet entering flesh followed by a hollowed sound that is by far worse than those awful screams you hear on televised renditions of the job. You never had their quickened, gurgling breath serenade you, haunt your dreams, your every waking hour, till you are sure that your ears must be bleeding.
No, the pain on my end is much worse. I have to live with the onus that it was my hand that killed them, those innocent little children and feeble old Baa-chans that had to die for my employer's petty revenge, worse still is that I accept payment for it. No, on your side it may hurt for a bit but you've got it lucky, you're dead. Me? I have to live with the guilt.