Bloodied Through Pure Love

by Deadly0Suicidal0Lover

Crimson, codename for Itachi, is a ruthless assassin who works for the government. he works alone. he kill alone. He has spent all of his life alone. But, his leader gave him a job: to find and question, then eliminate a rogue assassin, Jade, aka Sakura.

1. Chapter 1: Prologue

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The patter of the rain was deafening on the roof tops. The night provided the perfect cover for sinful deeds. A silhouette was seen as a shadow on the wall, the movement went unnoticed by the busy street below. By observing the silhouette it was obvious that the shadow of the night was a man. The man crouched behind the chimney of a house, and he waited. He seemed to be expecting something. He was so still, he could have been mistaken for a statue. But the image was disrupted as his head whipped around and as if on cue, the door directly below him opened. A tall and lanky looking elderly man stepped out into the cold. The newcomer of the setting blew into his boney, wrinkled hands, trying to prevent himself from chilling to the bone. He seemed so innocent and carefree by the way he whistled an unknown tune. The sound was suddenly cut off as the old man found himself hanging four inches in the air by his neck. His eyes widened in shock and he whispered into the still night the name of his attacker, "Crimson…"

Crimson showed no emotion, but even if he did, it would be blocked by the mask he wore. His tall, lean form had a strange aura about it. The aura had a killing intent written in neat lines. The elderly man's windpipe was being crushed, he was literally breathing his last breaths. He clawed desperately at the unforgiving fingers that brought him closer to his demise. But Crimson's grip was unrelenting and, soon enough, the man's eyes lost their gleam and rolled back into his head. His lifeless body fell to the floor with a thump. Crimson stood there looking at the body mercilessly as he brought his forearm and he pressed a seemingly hidden button. The innocent, soundless night was broken as a voice was heard from his earpiece, "Crimson, have you finished yet?" asked a vibrant male voice.

"The deed is done," said Crimson, his voice having the ability to send slivers of fear through the hearts of even the toughest of men.

"Come back to base." said the voice with a sigh.

"Hn," came the reply as he signed off.

The night was still once more.