This takes place in a post-apocalyptic world where Naruto lives in the night time because the judgmental "day walkers" and other circumstances that has led him into this secretive lifestyle.

(Well let's begin)

Freedom of expression my ass, So many people say it's okay to be whoever and whatever you want at least that was what they said in old age, this is the New Age and the idea that individuality gives one an undeniable right was taken away, gone with those useless documents placed on antiquated parchment and the frivolous ideas of fool hardly dreamers asking what can your country do for you. What can my country do for me? Do I live in a country or a rag tag conglomeration of destroyed cities striving to resemble some sort of society, what could my country do for me if it was a country? I need nothing from pompous fools parading around their viper nest flashing their overly white smiles to advocate some war or solve some great riddle. At least that's what they showed me, the dark ones, the men that haunt my nightmares and the reason I wake up in a cold sweat many nights; my solution, don't sleep.

One step ahead of everyone but unnoticed by the world, that is until I step into the light, the unfortunate aspect of society. I am told I look like the sun, golden blonde hair that highlighted me in the darkest of nights, Caribbean blue eyes that radiated every emotion I felt and magnified it a thousand fold; I am told I look like my enemy, the daylight that causes society to look down upon me. Why? I fit their vane standards perfectly, beauty is only skin deep doesn't describe me because I have wounds deeper than my skin yet people find them gorgeous they call me unique, I call them foolish. Devil markings make me a rare commodity, many call them organic, lively and "cool" yet I get disdainful glances as elder generations look at my adorned body and slap me with an unshakable label of shame; troublemaker, miscreant, defiler, all describe me in their world but to me I am a leader, a person that makes things happen, I run this town if only those fools knew.

I opened my eyes and stared at the rising moon. Five hours, Naruto.

I knew and he knew that I knew, I looked towards my right and saw the slight nod of an ambiguous figure, glancing towards the next building I sighed and sprung from my crouch toward the roof, arching my body easily I landed effortlessly on the adjacent building. The nodding figure dispersed like a ghost and left me in solitude once again. I stood up and glanced back down the alley way from which I emerged.

The scurrying of rats feet were louder than my footsteps, the soft rustle of the leaves as the wind blew chilling the night air was more noticeable than my breathing, I was one with the city nightscape it was part of my soul and protected me as one of its children. During moments of hesitation it caught me; in instances of trouble it hid me as if the concrete moved to my will simply because I wished it too. This connection, this bond was not an easy achievement I had my fair share of beatings, the city lives and breathes unlike the cold vampires that wander around in the daylight. They suck off of each other, vampires all of them, what kind of people, steal from their own, cheat their "siblings" and destroy their society, the same creatures dammed to suck dry the very thing they wish to be, alive; vampires all of them.

Do I call myself the ambiguous hero in this twisted world or the underlying villain, it's a matter of perspective, the perspective being that I don't give a shit about others opinions I made myself what I am and all that I will be. Neji talks of fate and Lee talks about the power of youth, I don't talk I don't have room to, when you believe in nothing it's hard to hope for something; understating your abilities and expectations means that every aspect of your life shines brighter than you originally hoped for, that's how I make it through my day.

Silently running along the cities forsaken rooftops, how I live my life. I am a nomad of the people, not their protector, knight in shining armor or their friendly neighborhood Spiderman, some say I am conniving others say I am an idiot but I learned long ago that words mean nothing they're there for one second then gone leaving no trace of their existence behind. A words life isn't so bad, to exist for one purpose and utterly fulfill their destiny instantaneously, no words have it easy, we're the suckers we string the words together throwing away the precious commodity like the ancients threw away our resources. So whose deserves the blame? The ignorant founders who instilled erroneous hopes and dreams into our being or does human nature account for such inadequacies, the final flaw of humanity remains the undeniable fact that we are human.

Not anymore you're not. What human can do this, see this, feel this? Surely not the mother and child you saw earlier in the street, surely not the day walkers, their ignorant you're enlightened Naruto; embrace your individuality, memento mori applies to us all.

At least that's what he told me, told me before the first marking, the celebration of marring my previously perfect skin, and to them marking someone is stimulating like the first kill a fledging experiences, the first marking never goes astray. The order is not complete, do not assume that we are a group of assassins or a conglomeration of rag tag kids playing house we do so much more. We are not drug lords ruling the streets for petty exchanges of cash and fake euphoria, all my endorphins are natural they just run higher than most peoples. We are not delusion, we are not rebels, we are not a family, we are called for service like the archaic idea of a militia except our service does not follow orders of a higher rank.

So why are you running dobe? If you're so tough, why go and do this job it is beneath you.

That's where my thoughts differed some call it cognitive dissonance, others a split personality but regardless of its title that very error was the downfall of its credibility; Nothing was beneath me because I was the bottom, the lowest of the low, every moral standing, ethical belief or great existential question I had shattered effortlessly. There was a saying I was taught once upon a lighter evening "Some people live to work and some work to live" I was neither for I did not work because I could not live.

Once more I ran across the rooftops ignoring the ringing voices in my head attempting to release themselves like the secrets of Pandora's Box. Turning my back on the ambiguous shadow that goaded me onward with a simple nod, apparently that's all it took to move my hand nowadays, my skin prickled as my body resonated with the electricity of my "job" maybe for once I would actually live.

(SO…..)

Hey guys I know that I have been gone for an insane amount of time but I have had such a crazy life right now I am surprised that I am even functioning. The main idea of this piece is to show what kind of a world Naruto lives in and how what he thinks about it. True it's really shattered and jumps around from thought to thought but that's how I wanted the piece to be because when someone is thinking it is not a smooth continuous thought also Naruto does hold a lot of animosity towards the "Old Age" as this is a post-apocalyptic piece Naruto grew up in the "New Age" which holds extreme concept for the previous society and all the flaws within it that ended the world. The main Naruto characters are present but they are present in a harden matter because of the nature of their "work". The italicized words are something that interrupts Naruto's thoughts, exactly what that voice is I will crystallize later but it's a work in progress. I hope you like this piece and if you want me to continue tell me there's not a lot of action in the beginning but there will be later on.

Memento Mori- means to remember your mortality.