The ivory figure took in the sight of the blood spattered village without so much as a second thought. It was unfortunate for the residence that were dragged into the fight along with their nin, turning the small peaceful place into an open battlefield, but that was what happened in war. Death took all things. He trudged calmly through the bodies, the sad job he had been assigned to this time was to be carrion. Take what could be of use, erase any evidence of who brought this destruction, and more importantly kill any survivors. It was simple work, but bothersome. The silence that had settled like a disease in the air was suddenly broken by a loud sharp cry. Looking up he frowned and moved steadly towards the sound. He arrived at a hut, that was really no different than the rest of the hovels left standing. Stooping down as he entered he listened intently. The loud shrieks had stopped, but he was more than certain that the creature that had made them was still alive. His patience was rewarded as something stirred in a darkened corner of the room. He moved easily towards the shadowy figure. He stood over the figure that huddled shivering and wide eyed. A dark haired woman was curled tightly into herself, in her arms was a small bundle that was laying abnormally still. The girl looked fairly young, 15, about his age, maybe younger. Not that it really mattered.

"Please...PLEASE NO! I...I can't die! Not now! Not now!"

The nin knew what would come next. The pleading and begging for survival, the bargaining. He had heard it for too much, from far too many to let this bother him at this point. Carrion was never bothered by the dead. He reached behind him and brought forth his weapon of choice. Grasping it tightly in his hands. The ebony haired girl let out a desprate sobbing as she easily abandoned her burden and tried to escape him. Without a second thought he seathe his weapon in her back. Her last shuddering breath was interrupted by that same lonely forelorn cry that had first drawn him to this place. Pulling his weapon from the now unmoving body he moved towards the object wrapped protectively in blankets. Pushing back the cloth his eyes met the black eyes of a child. The baby, a boy as far as he could tell, had stopped screaming at the sight of the white haired man, and was now staring curiously up at him. A sudden giggle threw the man out of his usual calm. The little boy reached up to him, not an ounce of fear present in the little face that was almost completely hidden beneath a mop of black hair. The killer felt a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, something he hadn't felt in a while.

"What a strange creature you are."

He moved the blanket back a bit further with his sword. The baby didn't seem to mind the deadly object, reaching for it happily.

"Kimimaro."

Hearing his name brought him back from his mental break. Kimimaro felt a bit sickened as his grey haired companion entered the room.

"Lord Orochimaru has requested that we move on. Are you done here?"

The bone user looked down at the small babe without turning to the older man.

"Not yet Kabuto. I shall join you once I finish here."

Feeling the medic leave the small place he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Abandoned and left to die, now an orphan in a wasteland of blood and death this child's fate had already been decided.

"It would be far kinder to kill you quickly."

Kneeling down he once more held his bone sword only inches above the little child, and once more the child stared happily into his own light green. He put stuck the sharpened tool into the ground. Holding the child in one hand he turned back towards the door, walking calmly into the sunlight. As the child reached up to pull at one of the strands of his white hair, he caught sight of a shimmering silver tag wound around his neck. Pulling it off of him easily Kimi read it uninterestedly.

"Rock Lee?"

The boy cooed happily, 'causing Kimimaro to feel that twitch in the corner of his mouth again.

"Very well then."

With that they left the darkening battlefield. Pulling the child closer to himself he thought of what he had been assigned. He had been told to kill all that were left alive. To erase any sign of his lord's involvment, and to bring back anything that could be of use.

Yo. This...I think will make a good full fledge story. I was kinda in a dark mood when I started, was even thinking of having Lee dying when Kimi found him, but after a while...Yeah I got over it. (scratches behind head.) You know how it is. Five minutes writing emo, something happens, and thirty minutes writing hope. I may do five or six chapters if I don't get a real plot together, but ya know who can really tell where this one is going. I took a few liberties as you can tell. Kimimaro: 15 (now) Lee: 6-7 months Kabuto: 19 (now) Orochimaru:...Ancient. (seriously) and Lee's starting village is not Kohana. Just like to throw that out there. Don't want everybody getting on me with. "OMG YOU DESTROYED THE LEAF" Wow this is a long A/N with no witty banter. (shrugs) Okay. That's it. Bye.

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