Time for the full warning, kiddies: Extreme violence and gore, graphic sexual images, strong language, slight yaoi, drug abuse, very mature themes, disturbing images, and then of course: me! Muhaha ~chokes~

XxXF is a flashback

XxXEF end flashback

XxXFW is a foreword

XxXP is the present

XxXS is a pov switch

XxXTL is a time lapse

Anyway, here's chapter one. Enjoy. Sasuke pov btw.

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Everything exists to wear you down. I know, you've probably heard that before, but it's true.

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I took the cigarette out of my mouth, and blew warm smoke right into his face. It fogged up his goggles, it snaked through his hair. It trickled slowly up past his ears, before it dissipated into the cool night sky.

He laughed and looked at me with his warm, appraising eyes. I felt something inside me twitch, and he smiled at me, filling up my view with his white teeth. He reached up and took the cigarette from my hand, taking a long huff from it.

We were both lying on the beach the rested only a mile from our houses.

"Hey Sasuke," came his voice, filling my ears with its happiness, "where do you think we'll be ten years from now?" He exhaled the mass of smoke out of his nostrils, looking like a raging bull.

"I don't know, Naruto. Though I imagine that it won't be anything like right now." I answered truthfully.

He stared at me with his blue eyes that could even make the sky jealous. "What about us? Do you still think we'll be together like this?"

I sighed and put my hand on his head. "Once again, Naruto, I don't know. I guess only time will tell."

He smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right." When he finished that sentence he curled up in my arms, and we slowly both fell asleep.

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I am not your sappy, feeling-burdened protagonist; not anymore. I won't go out of my way to save others, you won't have to listen to long monologues of me talking about what is right and wrong, or good and evil. Furthermore, don't expect much. I don't want your sympathy, nor your feelings of concern. Hell, ignore me if you want, I don't care.

The only reason I exist is to kill. Not to save, but to kill. I cannot lose sight of that. It is my purpose. It is what keeps me alive. Death is my life.

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The doors to the club hung wide open, like the legs of a freshly popped cherry. The flow of blood being the people streaming in and out of it. I opened the door to my black Shelby GT 500, and stepped out onto the dark streets.

It was nighttime, I remember that. Somewhere around 11:30. I had just gotten back to the club from an assassination I was sent to do. Some poor bastard clogging up the arteries of life. No one will miss him.

The club(ClimaXXX) was surprisingly busy. The line on the red carpet to get in was getting choked with the number of feet on it. The bouncers where having a hard time just keeping back the flow of people.

I walked calmly up to the bouncers and got their attention.

"Who the fuck are you?" One of them asked--a big fat one holding a bag of chips.

"Sasuke Uchiha. I've got business with Asuma."

The fat one quickly apologized and pulled the red rope back.

"Go right in, sir."

I kept silent as I walked past him and into the club. Once inside, I held my mouth shut. The atmosphere could fuck a mother pig in the ass and kill it; not to be reminiscent of anything in Lord of the Flies though. Placed strategically against the furthest wall from the entrance was a line of topless pole dancers, enticing unlucky fucks inside the club to waste all their time and money. Some sex-filled music was blaring over obnoxiously loud speakers stringed up in the roof of the club. It was typical. The club was named ClimaXXX after all. Well, they sure keep up to their name.

I picked my way to the back of the club, and went through a door hidden behind the central dancing stage. I was suddenly in a long hallway filled with smoke and women fucking guys who looked like their mother spat them out when they were born. I ignored them and followed the hallway down to the very end, knocking twice on a metal door. A slit opened in the middle of the door, and two eyes stared at me.

"Sasuke," came a man's voice. "we weren't expecting you until a little later." He opened the door and let me in. The doorway opened into a room with five doors piercing its sides.

"It was an easier job than I thought it would be." I replied as he closed the door.

The man frowned. "Okay, well, Asuma's in the back."

I took the leftmost doorway and stepped through it, not bothering to respond to him. I followed that hallway until I reached another door. I turned the doornob and slid into the room. All the lights were out, and I heard the soft panting of two women.

"Sasuke, is that you?" came a voice from the dark.

"Yeah." I said.

"Great. Get off me, bitches." I saw two lumps raise themselves out of the dark. I opened the door, and they walked past me, naked, out into the hall.

"Goodbye, Sasuke." One of them whispered as she touched my shoulder. I shrugged her off, closed the door, and turned on the light.

Asuma was sitting naked on a large, king-sized bed. The bed was most of the room; the only other piece of furniture was a dresser that I knew held many varieties of lube and sex toys. The man was overly hairy, like someone dumped charcoal all over him.

"So Sasuke, I trust that this last assignment went well?" He asked, pumping himself.

I chose to ignore it. "Yes. One Mr. Sarutobi is now dead."

"Ah, my boy, I knew I could count on you. Your money is in the top drawer over there." He gestured to the dresser.

I crossed the room to get it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time.

"Say Sasuke," his slightly panting voice said to me, "Have you ever experienced the feeling of a nice cock up your ass?"

I knew what was going here, so I decided to lie. "No, I have never felt a cock in my ass." I got the money from the drawer and stuffed it into a pocket in the inside of my trenchcoat.

I heard him sigh. "Well, I'll throw in an extra ten thousand if you'll sit on my cock." I could still hear him jerking himself off.

I didn't bother to turn my back. I lifted my desert eagle out of its holster on my right hip and took a silencer out of a pocket in my trenchcoat. As I fitted the silencer to the muzzle, I replied. "I don't think I need an extra ten thousand, Asuma."

"Twenty thousand then."

"No."

I was spun around by one of his massive hands, luckily I had finished fitting it and I hid the gun in my trenchcoat. "SIT ON MY MOTHERFUCKING COCK, UCHIHA!" He screamed. He brought his other hand to the back of my head and pulled it down to his penis. What an idiot. I took his cock in my mouth—and bit it. I bit through, completely severing the veins and arteries in it. His head came off in my mouth.

He pushed me away and fell back onto the bed, screaming. "MOTHERFUCKER. MY MOTHERFUCKING COCK. YOU'LL MOTHERFUCKING PAY FOR THIS, UCHIHA." He continued to grasp his bloody stump while I spit out the portion I had bit off from it.

I put one foot on the bed and aimed my gun down at him. "Shut the fuck up." I said before firing at his head. The bullet punctured his left eye-socket, and his brain matter exploded onto the wall behind him. Blood gushed out of the eye-socket and leaked onto the bed, turning it red. I picked up my foot before the blood could get on my boots. I was just glad my trenchcoat was black. Blood doesn't show up on black; black swallows blood up, devouring all trace of it.

I left the club as fast as I could, paying no attention to the advertisements about tonight being orgy night. I shoved past the bouncers and jumped into my car. I swiftly stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, revving it up.

By that time the bouncers had gotten wind of what happened. They both looked at me. They raised their hands up, as if offering a bloody sacrifice. But little did they know my simile was exactly what they wanted. They brought their arms down, and miniature pistols appeared in each of their hands. The potato chip bag started to fall to the ground.

I had to pull my key out of the ignition. Not good for my baby.

I reached into the backseat of the car and pulled an AK-47 from under the seat cover. I threw it out of the back window as I jumped out of the car. My left foot hit the ground first, and I rotated counter-clockwise on it, ducking below the flying gun. I stood up and reached out, grabbing the gun with my right hand.

They had yet to pull their triggers.

I pulled the AK into action, and bullets went flying towards the bouncers. The bullets punctured the bag of potato chips, and I still hadn't put down my right foot. But by now, the bullets had already found refuge in the bouncers' chests. Blood spiraled sideways out from them, splattering on the faces of the shocked people waiting in line, matting their hair and infecting their systems. I set my right foot down finally, and heard a soft crunch. I looked down to see the potato chip bag below my foot. A chip had fallen into the street, so I picked it up. I shoved it into my mouth. God, it's been so long since I've had one of these.

"A bit too salty." I said. I threw the AK into the backseat of my car just when I heard the sirens. "Fuck." I said to the reeling night air. I jumped to the front seat and turned the key in the ignition, listening to my car purr. "Get me out of here." I said to the dashboard, switching into first right when the flashing lights entered the rear-view mirror.

I hit the gas just as the cop cars turned the corner, shooting down the pedestrian-clogged street. I hoped I would have gotten out of there before the saw me, but it was to late. Their headlights hooked onto my bumper like a fishing hook, waiting to reel me in.

I pushed the horn a few times, making the people scatter like ants as I flew down the street. They ran out from under my tires, clinging to their lives. I shifted into second. I rolled down my window and took a pack of ciggs out of my pocket. I put the pack in my mouth and flipped open the glove box with my left hand, taking out a lighter. Using my tongue, I pulled a cigarette out of the pack. I flicked the lighter and lit up the cigarette. Ah, that familiar sweet flavor. I took a hard left and shifted into third.

I didn't stay in third long. After fifty yards I shifted to fourth, and pressed down on the gas pedal. I could still hear the cops' sirens, piercing and polluting the night air. I checked the review mirror and sure enough, they were right behind me. A bullet whizzed past my head, so I checked the mirror again. The goddamn idiots were shooting at me.

I have to find some way to lose them. I can't have holes in my car, especially when I just got it fixed; my mechanic would chew my head off. Let me see, two blocks over there's a ramp to get onto the bridge. Perfect.

I drifted left and went straight for two blocks. Then, when I was turning right to get onto the bridge, a car rammed into me. The tail of my car swerved and hit a parked car. Damn! I got control of my car before too much damage could be done though. Finally, I could see the sign for the bridge.

I took the left ramp, swerving into traffic like an arrow through Johnny's head. Cars honked and old women yelled at me through their glass prisons, but I ignored them. The sirens were still right behind me. Seventy yards into the bridge, I found the reason why I led them onto it. Over to the left side of the bridge, construction was being done to repair old cables. That was how I was going to get away. Right behind the construction were the cables that functioned as the supports for the bridge.

I headed toward the construction, taking notice of the truck providing me with a good angle to jump. It gave me the perfect opportunity the get away from the cops. I was going to take that opportunity.

I hit the gas, making sure my car was as fast as it was going to go before I hit the truck. Seventy, eighty, eighty-five. I was barely pushing ninety when I hit the truck. I was launched into the air, the tires on my car spinning like razorblades. The car hit the cables hard, following them up to the high support on the bridge. As it slid, I turned out of my window and pulled out my Desert Eagle. The silencer was still fitted onto the barrel. The cops were getting out of their cars—the idiots. I fired off rounds into five of them, watching as the bullets screamed through their heads, creating bloody rain that soaked the pavement five yards around. Blood was still pumping heartily from the gaping holes in their heads as their bodies fell, becoming one with the red tide below them. Even from the distance that I was from them, I could still see the brain matter leaking out.

I shot one more person before the construction equipment got in my way, blocking me from delaying any more of them. Shit. But by now, my car was shooting off the right side of the cable, tipping, and threatening to fall into the traffic below.

"It's better to stop it before it starts." I said to myself before throwing my weight to the right side of the car. It flipped off of the cable, rotated 720 degrees lengthwise, then landed right-side-up on another car. I fueled it, and I was shot over the car. I landed back on the pavement, then drove past the bridge. Once a few blocks away, I pulled into a narrow alleyway, and parked the car. I took the key out of the ignition and got out of the car, moving slow so as not to aggravate any bones I might have broken, which I doubt happened.

I shut the door to my car and followed the alleyway until I came to a small door. I knocked twice, and blinked as a slit in the door opened, revealing two black eyes staring out of me.

"What took you so long, Sasuke?"

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Chapter 1 is over.