Chapter 2


A/N: Second chapter of my second on-going story. Mind you people, this story may become confusing. This author's note will explain some, but most of it is your perspective. The next chapter will probably be a time-skip unless I change my mind. Enjoy.


A figure flashed through the forest. It paused and picked up something. It examined the object, thoughts resonating. Then it quickly moved again. Dashing through like the wind, it was unnoticeable. The shadow moved back to the village nearby.

It's time.

The figure was a girl; she was Uchitoru Akuma.

She smoothed her fingers over the cool metal of a shuriken. It was used for distractions for the opponent; not for killing. She had found such a weapon on the ground in the forest.

But I need more. More than a sharp object that distracts.

She stood where the third and last part of the Chuunin exam was to take place. Everyone was knocked out, and people were fighting each other. But no one noticed her. She was invisible.

No talking was involved, just like the classroom, it was blaring danger.

She didn't want the attention, so she slinked away like a fugitive. She kind of was; after all, she'd have to face the wrath of Umino if she were to be caught. Slipping into the shadows where she felt safe, she stood, watching. Her glowing eyes scanned the whole arena and she noticed someone else much like her; waiting.

He had dark, round glasses that blocked out his eyes. She stared at him and he stared back.

He's like me.

Two invisible beings saw each other, being seen for the first time.

He then quickly vanished like a dream.

She looked back at the battle of danger presented. She remained unnoticed.

I must collect the weapons. And then, I will escape.

Many weapons lay on the ground, forgotten. She crawled behind the seats where she found some. Shuriken laid everywhere; she picked them up as quickly as possible. Then she saw it, the kunai. There were several to her delight, and she gathered them. Forgetting she must be unseen, she became visible.

"Another leaf nin!"

A kunai was thrown directly at her, and unfortunately she had her hands full.

The knife she drew that was still left in the desk with her words of farewell came to greet her death. But it was hers, and there was nothing the kunai can do to destroy that. She dodged it, and caught it with her teeth in midair. With the whip of her neck, she threw it straight back claiming her as owner of the kunai.

I was careless.

The two leaf ninja glanced behind them, curious of the source of the kunai. By then, she was invisible again; they would never find out who she or he was.

She slipped away into the forest, searching for a safer place to organize her weapons. She finally settled down at a nearby bush. She gathered some materials from the forest and began her project.

Braiding the dried stems and hay, she created a bag for her weapons. Braiding one extra shorter piece of rope, she tied it, connecting the bag to the loop where her belt should go.

She wore black Capri pants, with short, blue dress-like clothing that had slits on each side of her legs. The collar overlapped left on the other and was buttoned down her right torso. Sleeves were short and she looked down at herself. She scowled and took one of her kunai and cut the long part of her dress, turning it into a shirt. She raised her arms and found resistance on her shoulders, so she cut off the sleeves as well. She carefully tucked the pieces of cloths into her bag; destroying evidence.

She felt weight in front of her pelvis which happened to be her weapons.

Traveling through the forest won't be easy. I don't have a map. I don't have a partner. All I have is the forest and myself.

I have to hurry. I have to hurry to the next village so they will never find me. I don't know where I'm going, but I know one thing: I am taking the shinobi path.

The fire inside that lit up long ago hasn't died. I will kindle it until the rain of death washes over it. I have to leave everything behind. I, Uchitoru Akuma, the named of Demons and Killers, have to run away from my past.

Am I the bad guy? Or am I the good guy?

That's something for me to decide, and I can't do that yet.

Iruka-sensei… I wish I could tell him why I left. I wish I could. But I can't go back. Even if I did, I can't tell him. How could I tell him something I don't even know myself?

Forgive me, sensei.

She dashed through leaves that caress her skin and branches that break it.

I'm directing myself to a place that is foreign. I don't think anyone's around, but I have to be on my toes. I'll travel until I reach a village, another land, another universe. I don't care how far.

The girl sooner or later ends up at a small stream. She splashes water all over her face and arms. Rinsing some cuts that marred her cream-like pure skin, she takes a long drink. After that, she dips her long burgundy locks into the water. She squeezed the water out of her hair so it won't hang onto her like a burden. After it dried a bit, as if on cue, she cut her hair.

The ends of her newly cut hair strayed at the base of her neck where the shoulders sprout. Then she carefully parted her locks to one side so that half of her face couldn't be seen.

Just in case anyone comes by, I'll have to change everything.

Change my clothes…

Altering my appearance…

Erasing my past, present, and future…

Unfortunately, I can't erase everything. I can erase my village, my friends, and my home like lifting a finger, but I can't erase Iruka-sensei. Why? I don't know. Sensei was special, I guess. Like my name. I can't change my name, either. I was born with that name. It was fate; it gave it to me on a clean plate.

I am a demon, I am a killer.

Am I a killer of demons?

She stopped in front of a tree. Her translucent green eyes gazed against it while her hand brushed the rough bark. She chipped off a piece from the tree unknowingly and stared at the leaves. Stream of light fell on her face, dancing polka dots. As if conversing with the tree, she spoke.

"Who are you?"

It is then known that she in fact wasn't speaking to the tree, but rather speaking to a figure in it. No one responds; the world is silent. With a small rustling of the leaves, it is gone.

Those who won't speak will die.

The girl chased after him just as softly, disturbing none. Birds fly out of their trees from the invaders that come and go just as if they were never there. Following the subtle noises, she followed him leaving absolutely no trace whatsoever. Straining her ears at a point, there was no noise to pursue. She waited, hoping for it to come back.

Suddenly, the rustling came from all sides, and she looked around constantly. It eventually led her to dizziness and she realized its true purpose.

Genjutsu.

She sealed the hand signs.

"Release."

The blur of her mind cleared up. Rustling came back, and this time the figure showed itself. It was a man whose head was wrapped with black cloth and half of his face from the nose to his chin covered in the same manner. A ropy purple bow sprouted from the back of his waist. The rest of his clothing was general purple with a touch of camouflage design. Lastly, on his clothed forehead was a shining headband that had a sign carved in it.

It's a note. A key that creates sound once deciphered.

"What's a little girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Avoiding the direct shot of question, she retorted, "I won't mind your business if you won't mine."

"I can mind whatever I want!" he raised his voice, slightly irritated.

Without further ado, he lunged at her with his surprisingly light feet. Being eight years old, she was pretty light as well. She quickly dodged his physical attack and bit down on his wrist. Her child-like teeth dug toward the artery, chewing through. He screamed, half in panic and half in madness.

Her jaws locked on, a literal death grip slowly reaching fatality. Blood streamed out, and the man attempted desperately to stop her death jaws, but he could not.

His panic made it worse; the heart pumped in more blood as he became more desperate.

"It's best to just relax. You'll lose more blood if you panic."

The man paid no heed, screaming at the sight of his own blood; and died away like the fog that was never there.

She flung herself into the trees once more and ran; sharp metallic taste clear on her tongue. She spit continuously, and took out the cloth that used to be a part of her clothing. She wiped the crimson liquid outside of the mouth and as well as the inside. She swore to rinse out her mouth when she reached the next water source.

I won't use my weapon until completely necessary. I had a taste of blood; tinny, warm yet something that alerts the tongue. It's a small part of a person that makes a huge difference.

A village must be nearby. No less a shinobi village; it must be of sound. Strange, I've never heard of such a village.

No longer a child, no longer human, I am an outcast.

Let me travel myself; drive my motivation toward a goal that will never exist. It's an endless run toward the finish line, a race that I won't race with another. What does she want? What will she achieve by running out of the clean wings of safety?

What will I do when the earth ceases to turn and I end up at the edge of the world?

Whatever it is I will do…

I'll accomplish.


A/N: Err... There's not much to say about this chapter. Review?