This is a new story that I just felt like writing. It's not really anything special but I tried a different writing style then my previous stories. The rating might change to M as the story progresses, mostly because I'm paranoid. -Kintokun

Bee's POV

Bee woke to the sound of humming. At first he thought he was at the Raikage's place, waking up to the sun in his face and the birds humming. Then he realized he was where he had fallen asleep the previous night. Hiding in the trees so that the search teams might have a harder time searching for him. His back was sore from resting against the hard surface of the tree trunks and his arms were almost completely covered with mosquito bites. He must've have made it to the Konohagakure by now, it was warm and sunny and green was the only color he saw. He jumped from his spot on the thick tree branch and landed on the hard ground.

Where are we going now Bee? A voice inside his head said. Bee sighed and looked up at the sky. Don't know don't care. I'll go anywhere. Bee responded to Gyuki. The eight-tails was silent. Bee didn't care, all he wanted to do was clear his head and go as far as he could from his home. So he took out his notebook and began to write lyrics as he strolled through the dense forest, the bright sun on his back. There was the light pain that went through his body every time he walked, probably the wound he acquired from some Kumogakure ninja that had chased him around. A is persistent, he thought. He remembered how much they'd been partners. They were two halves of a whole, inseparable. Even if fate, war, and hatred brought them apart they found some way to become one, brothers.

Bee realized he had stopped walking, lost in thought. But as silence spread throughout the forest he felt someone, something there with him. It wasn't Gyuki, something else. Bee moved as soon as the kunai was thrown. It landed a few inches away from where he had been standing. Then he felt something sharp lean against the back of his neck, threatening to pierce his skin.

"Don't move." The voice said. It was light and familiar. Undoubtedly a girl, the knife pierced his skin caused blood to trickle down his back. Bee gulped.

"Now turn." She said again, "Slowly."

Bee did as he was told he still acknowledged the knife was dangerously close to his neck. He took in the woman's features. She was shockingly beautiful like a rose with thorns. Her eyes were a piercing blue and he skin was pale. Her fair hair was in a sort of bob. She wore red arm guards a Kumogakure vest around her stomach and a short sleeved robe that went down to her thighs. It took a few seconds for Bee to realize who this woman really was.

"You too?" Bee asked, still confused. "Samui?"

"It doesn't matter who you were before this Bee. I follow the Raikage's orders only. Which means I have to kill you, now."

Fu's POV

She barely managed to avoid the next flaming kunai. Fu swopped downwards hard to avoid the kunai's that the village ninja were firing at her.

"Die you monster!" They shouted.

"You killed my son!"

"You deserve death!"

"Kill her!"

Fu didn't cry, she had expected this from the very beginning when she was chosen to have monster sealed inside her. Don't worry, Fu. Everything will be alright. Her mother had said. Fu wished she could have her mother here with her to help her get through this. Unfortunately she was dead. And Fu would be to unless she concentrated.

"Just get to the mountains." She whispered to herself. "Then you can relax."

Fu ascended to dodge the next kunai. This one was different though, she realized all too late. Her eyes locked on the paper attached to the kunai and then it exploded causing her to fly backwards, her wings out of their normal rhythm and struggling to keep her in the air. Fu hit the ground hard, the air was knocked out of her and she had a severe pounding in her head. The shouts nearby got closer until she realized that the village people were surrounding her. A man in a Taigakure vest approached her and grabbed her by her sea green hair, making her face the crowd. They had murderous looks on their faces.

"What do you say we do to her!?" The man that had held Fu asked the crowd.

"Make her suffer!" They shouted back. Fu tried to hold back the feeling of hopelessness and her tears. It took everything for her not to scream for help.

"I agree." The man said. He let go of Fu and began to kick her side. Other people joined in and let out angry gasps as they hurt Fu.

Please God. Help me. She prayed.

Fu. She heard a voice say in her head. She thought it was Him for a few seconds, then realized it was the beast inside her.

I will help you. I can protect you. Give me control for a few minutes and I can save you from death. The voice said again. Fu cried out as someone kicked her in the face.

Fu, desperate for the pain to end said to the beast, Do it.

And then everything went black.

Yagura's POV

Yagura killed the last ninja with his hook, ending the long battle he had with more than fifty ninja. Yagura gasped trying to remember what he was doing before this had happened. His mind often did that now, memories were lost and he could never get them back, his life came back in flashes. His people had called him crazy, said he was being manipulated. It was all true, and now he had to find who was controlling him and get answers. All while he had to tear through the remainders of Gato's men who were trying to kill him after Zabuza had failed and died. Yagura had no idea who was in charge of Kirigakure but he didn't really care. He just wanted his life back.

Yagura stumbled, trying to remind himself of what he was doing as he found his way back to his camp nearby a stream of water. A deep fog hung in the air concealing everything that wasn't five feet in front of him but still he managed to find his way back. Yagura kneeled by the stream and washed his blood soaked face and hands with cold water. His small pack was sitting by the dying fire. He had to get moving. He knew he was getting closer to his controller and he couldn't stop now. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and continued to move north, down the river in a slight jog. He tried to remember everything. His parents, his childhood, everything. Yet the only thing he could remember was the voice of a man. If you truly want to become Mizukage, you must kill. Mist is never pure, evil lurks as well as blood. To truly know this land, you must know bloodshed. And then the images came. The hook staff that was strapped to his back was moving in the images, through bodies. Stabbing and slicing.

Yagura shook his head, trying to shake out the pictures but it was to no avail.

"I was a Mizukage. The fifth? No...third?" He asked himself. "Fourth. The fourth Mizukage of...Kiri...gakure."

"My name is Yagura, fourth Mizukage of Kirigakure." He said again. "Yagura."

Don't forget me. I'm here you know. Isobu, the three tailed turtle inside him said.

I can't forget. I want to remember. Yagura said back closing his eyes. Why can't I remember?

He has corrupted your mind to much. He has made you done very bad things. Isobu answered.

"Who?" Yagura asked aloud. "What did I do?"

Isobu was silent. Yagura began to cry. He sobbed quietly, walking through the dense mist. His memories, everything, they were shrouded in mist. And for Yagura, it was impossible for him to clear it.

Roshi's POV

"I don't understand. Why do you have to leave?" Hana asked.

"I feel something is about to happen. I can't stop it alone, I need help, and I only know eight other people that can help me face this new threat." Roshi answered as he shoved clothes and food into his duffel bag.

"But why you? Why not someone else!?" Hana questioned.

"Because of what's inside me. I don't mean to hurt you, Hana. But this is the only way I can protect you and Gohan." Roshi said putting his hands on Hana's shoulders.

Hana pulled him closer and leaned against him. Her tears falling down Roshi's leather chest guard. Roshi ran his hands through Hana's hair trying to comfort her.

"I'll be back soon." Roshi assured her.

"I'll wait as long as I have to." Hana replied. She let go of him and wiped her tears away. Roshi heard a cry from behind him and looked. It was only Gohan who was flailing and crying. Hana rushed to him and picked him up. Holding his delicate body close to hers.

"Hush, child." She whispered. The baby quieted and began to suck on his thumb. Roshi looked with sorrow, wishing he could see his son's face so peaceful every day. But he had to leave his home. He had to look for the people that had things inside of them. Or else he might never see his wife and son's beautiful faces again.

~Thanks for reading this and I appreciate any sort of feedback. It doesn't matter to me really. I'll have other chapters up later today.