Inspired by and dedicated to (if that is ok) Gunpowder, by LoneGothic, one of the best written and most enjoyable stories I have read in a while. If I were you, I'd go read it.
Disclaimer: …If I owned Naruto, it'd be called 'Akatsuki' instead of Naruto.
Difficult
It was difficult, he supposed, the work he did, cutting the members off the wanted list and making sure that the people who needed to stay quiet never spoke again. He glanced to the side, into the quivering emerald eyes and watched as they followed every turn and spin of the weapon in his hands. It was difficult, at first at least. But time had dulled the stab in his gut, as it had dulled the shine of his eyes and the silver of his hair. It no longer had affect on him, evoked emotion, and all was as it should be. He'd come, do his buisness, and then leave, unseen, no questions asked. The gun in his hands stilled, and he leaned against the wall by his captive, seemingly distracted, as he watched the terror flare in her wide eyes. Her muffled pleads increased in volume and frequency. Such puny, insignificant fear. He kept his gaze to the front, the gun in his hands once again continuing its rotation, and he noted half heartedly that she quietened down, as if the motion of the gun would prevent harm from befalling her. Silver glinted at him from the edge of his sight as tears streamed down her cheeks, and he glanced at the moon out of the window, deciding from its trajectory that it had been long enough. Her master would have taken the hint. The gun paused mid spin and then-
bang.
-there was silence. He crouched down beside her, gloved hand gently teasing the gag from her mouth and removing the binds from her wrists, tucking them into a pocket hidden in the lining of his jacket, to be disposed of later. He stood, scanning the body below him cursorily for anything he might have missed, before walking away, light glancing briefly off of the silk lining of his jacket as he slipped the gun back into its holster. It had been difficult.