Eyes of a Demon
I hid in the shadows without detection. I could never in my life stomach what I saw. Not even after seeing it for the first time would I ever be able to withstand it. The Japanese soldiers gang raped her in front of my eyes. She was such a good mother. Her heart radiated the greatest warmth a mother could ever offer. They viscously maimed her beauty. Oh how beautiful she was. If it were not for her parents living lives of peasants, she would have existed only for others to call her the "Epitome of Beauty" instead of necessarily prostituting herself to support her children and being named a whore. The soldiers took out pocket knives and leisurely left cuts along the frame of her body. She withstood the pain because she was such a good mother.
That is unfortunately not all that happened. The foreign soldiers forced him to watch. He was such a good father. He held his head high has he watched his wife leave with other men to support their family. He encouraged his children to do their hardest. They obliged to his every wish because he was a good father.
He saw my eyes beaming a light into the room from the darkness in which I hid. Save us!!
I wish I could. I truly wanted to help but was in fear of what might happen to my own life. Self preservation comes to mind in such situations. I would later feel like a failure and disgusted with myself and grow to hate what war caused. But at the time, saving my life was the only thing that haunted the crevices of my mind.
His shouts caught the attention of the one who initiated the rape. He pulled out of her and instructed another ninja to continue. He straightened his attire and slowly walked over to the door where I hid behind. The darkness no longer sheltered me from the pain of war.
"You," the man pointed at me from behind the door, "Come here."
I did as instructed. The evil in his eyes burned through mine. I could tell he had done terrible things- most of them probably very unnecessary- in his life just by gazing into them. What I did not know was that I would one day possess those very same eyes. One day I would possess the eyes of a sinner, a murderer, a demon. I never imagined I could own such eyes. They seemed to peer through my very soul and examine who I was. They were evil, yes, but at the same time seemed to house another emotion. They seemed sad. I could only guess he had once owned my eyes but could not keep them because of this war. Bad things made his soft eyes harden.
His right hand lowered to his side. I can still remember the sound clearly as he unsheathed his sword from the holster on his hip. The dense feeling in my stomach worsened. My hands trembled. Sweat trickled down the side of my face. His footsteps quickened their way towards me.
I decided to act like the man my father raised me to be and stepped out from the shadows. I tried to act brave but the man could see that nervousness and fear disturbed my body.
"You!" He shouted louder than before and caused me to flinch. "Here!"
He handed me his sword.
"Cut that man's head off!"
I looked at him with disbelief in my eyes. Cut his head off? I looked at him kneeling on the floor. He mouthed the words again: Save us. I felt utterly disgusted and felt like vomiting after just hearing that command… But I reached for the sword anyways.
"Yes, Father!"
I walked behind the man. After one swift movement of my arm, he no longer existed. I cleaned the sword with a handkerchief in my chest pocket of my uniform. I noticed the sword had bent after the atrocious act I just committed. My eyes narrowed as blood crept down my cheek. My eyes were now those of a demon. The crimson red of an Uchiha.
A/N: I do not own Naruto. I wrote a story like this for an English report. It was based on the Japanese occupation in China before WWII. I hope you like and please, please review.