Women are the blood sucking parasites of society.

If I have to hear one more delinquent girl moan my name as I walk through the crowds of this village, I'll shoot them before I shoot myself.

Women are disgusting. Their bacteria infested pockets, which they expect us to stick our most sensitive organ into for their own spammy pleasure, their sweat covered, puss infested fat pockets, which they expect us to lick and fawn over like hogs to slop, everything about them is absolutely revolting. It makes me want to vomit at the very sight of them.

It's not like men are real gems either. Their revolting, unwashed foreskin being thrust into the general public's view for the male population's amusement isn't quite an attractive sight.

His dick cheese dripping through the crotch of a man's pants as he walks down the street to meet the zitty, greasy haired whore down the street looking for free dango and tea makes me sick with the visions of their future sex twirling inside of my head. My hands grow shaky and bloodshot.

As my vomit hits the ground and fence, everybody looks over at me. My mask came off for a brief moment, but I'm sure nobody saw me. Out of all of these creatures, I'm certainly the most disgusting. I hide behind the image of aloofness and jonin training. I am a coward who doesn't deserve his easy life.

I feel a hand touch my back. I turn to see my female student, Sakura, petting my back and wiping some scraps of vomit off of my mask. Her hand is so hairy and scar filled. I gag, and she gets worried.

"Kakashi-sensei, you should lay down if you're not feeling well..." She reaches for my forehead. I swiftly avoid her hand. Naruto runs over from his date with that bland eyed girl with no personality. I can't ever remember that slut's name.

"What's wrong Kakashi? I saw you just start shaking and puking from over at the dango stand!" Naruto looks genuinely worried with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. His scars show the tattered edges of his skin. His flakes of dandruff drift in my direction as he rubs his head. His face looks unwashed and tanned with dirt. I look down at his uniform, and it's caked with miniature disasters of dirt, what looks like urine, and food smears.

I vomit on his feet and run away.

I can hear Sakura running after me, asking me what's wrong. I'm so sick of her being worried. I lock the door behind me when I get to my small apartment, crawl into the corner, and scrub my skin.

I scrub until I'm red. I scrub until I'm bleeding. I scrub until my muscles are exposed and there's nothing human left on my bones.

I was born unwillingly into this disgusting race. I want nothing more than to just lose and turn into something clean and beautiful like a flower or a blade of grass.

But no. I'm stuck as a stupid human doing stupid things with stupid people and stupid boys and stupid girls. I want them to all see me for who I really am: a freak.

I can't do that yet, though. I have to protect a village full of disgusting boys and sickening girls.