Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any Death Note refrences.

BALLAD OF A DEMON… BEGIN!

Genji Fuuta, S-class nuke-nin, ran with fear visible in his shaking eyes. To think, just a month ago he was enjoying a life of luxury, so to speak, in the criminal underworld after successfully killing the Daimyo of the small Tea Country. And now he was running from the figure of death incarnate. Yet, with every step he took, the black-cloaked killer behind him seemed to gain ten. That sickening, bloodthirsty laugh echoing from behind that pure white mask, dried blood splashed in any which-way.

It had just been a routine assassination. Fuuta and his henchmen had climbed through the ventilation shaft to kill the mayor of a small town, a man who was denying the police sufficient funds, therefore, they had hired Fuuta. When they finally reached the room of the mayor, a certain Chikuma Sachiya, they found him dead and behind him, a man dressed in pure black robes. He had a white mask hiding his face, splotches of blood, both fresh and old, adorning it with a sick kind of beauty. The man's, no Demon's, hands were dripping with the blood of Sachiya.

Fuuta had immediatl jumped through the window, not caring about the sires that went off signaling the guards, his only thoughts focused on escaping. He faintly had heard the screams of his men, but he was only concerned on his own escape. The black-cloaked man had taken off after him and was now simply playing with him, one moment sending his warm breath down Fuuta's neck, the next just faintly heard from far away.

All of a sudden, Fuuta stopped. His mind was screaming for him run, but he couldn't. He physically couldn't, the culprit being the clawed gauntlet of that devil behind him. As his vision grew cloudy and his body racked with spasms, he faintly remembered asking what the name was of this fiend. The man had replied with a guttural, beastly voice:

"Call me what you will. It doesn't matter because you are dead."

Then, Genji Fuuta, S-class nuke-nin, saw only blackness.

"Did you hear? Kira has killed again!"

"Again? This is the third time this week! Another farmer or, Kami forbid, another town, like two night ago?"

"No, a S-class muke-nin, a certain Geji Fuuta."

The hushed voices of the two gossiping voices immediately hushed at the sight of a lonely, 11 year old blonde, with six very distinguishing whisker-like-marks. Both woman sneered at said child, completely unfazed by the look of sorrow permanently adorning his face.

"Damn demon. Wish he would just die! Can't he take a hint?" whispered one of the woman. This did not go unnoticed by the boy.

"Just ignore it, otoutou(1), They are just clueless bitches. They know nothing!" Came the angry voice echoing inside the boy's head.

"Thank you, aniki, but what's the use? Even after all of these, it still gets to me, why bother covering it up." Came the voice from the boy, only heard in his own mind.

"… Do what you will, otoutou." And so, with a faint nod, the Uzumaki Naruto raced off to the hell-hole called his home.

So, that was first chapter. Each chapter will be longer in the future. Keep in mind that this is my first multi-chaptered fic. So, good? Bad? Review! P.S. yes, I took "Kira" from Death Note.

(1) is this the right way to spell "little brother" in Japanese? Correct me if I'm wrong.