Prologue
"I've been experimenting with a new Jutsu." He said. "It's powerful, and it will help with the extraction of the Kyuubi from the jinchuuriki Uzumaki Naruto."
"Take it if you want it; get it out of me,"
"Really now, what does it do exactly?" A man whose appearance was hidden by the shadows of the cave spoke with a hint of interest in his voice.
"It will turn him; make him willing to release he Kyuubi back into the world. He will have no regards for the lives of anyone, merely himself, and if we use a Jutsu that will not kill him when extracting he Kyuubi, he will welcome us with open arms. His heart will become chilled."
"Poor little girl, you're scared aren't you?"
"Y-yes," he laughed at her tears.
"Do you want to not be afraid?"
"Y-yes,"
"You want to know the secret to fearlessness?" she nodded "Death," Blood spattered across the snow and a muffled scream echoed.
"Hm, sounds interesting, But how can we be sure it won't back fire, that he won't want the Kyuubi's power for himself?" the man asked, lacing his fingers under his chin.
"This Jutsu will make him a soulless person, one who revels in destruction and death. But, it also will make him a tool, he will do whatever the owner of the Jutsu tells him, as long as he can keep his life and keep taking others. He will be under my control." Sasori stepped forward. "Like a puppet on strings."
"Tell me, when do I get to start killing? I want to see blood, red blood,"
"Soon, be patient,"
"Hai, Sasori-sama," he smirked. "But it better be soon,"
"Sasori-san, I'm impressed. Well, Kisame-san and Itachi-san might not be happy with this." He smirked, his white teeth gleaming. "However, if you can promise me such a thing, then you and Deidara-san will take the Kyuubi. Give them the message."
"Arigatou, Leader-sama," Sasori nodded his head and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Sasori, should this fail, and you are killed, I won't be so kind as to bring you back this time." He smirked, opening his eyes.
Sasori felt them burn an impression in his back. "Hai, Leader-sama,"
"This snow, it's to white, it needs a new color, like, red. Now, who's going to help me paint a picture in the snow? Any volunteers…no? Then you can all help me paint. What do you think it's a picture of? Anyone want to guess?" he knelt down and cupped the chin of a boy his own age. "You've seen someone paint this picture before, do you know what it's a picture of?" the other boy gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as hot tears burned them. "Come on, tell us,"
"Death," tears rolled down the boys cheeks and he laughed.
"Say it again, I don't think everyone heard you,"
"DEATH!"
