The Darkest Murder Ch 3 Dark Beginnings, a naruto fanfic

Darkest Murder

Yayness!! I actually have a third one for you!! And this one's pretty action-y…. so enjoy…

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto or any of its characters!! or any of the plot that i might have used from Anne Freaks for this chapter. All I own is the plot of my story and this crappie computer I'm using…so ha!

Ch. 3- Dark Beginnings

Large ominous trees waver against the fierce determination of the autumn winds. A large, grey structure stood towering over the barb-wired fences and the burning floodlights brought an otherworldly fierceness to the demon-like canines on guard.

Through all this stood a grand Sakura tree in full bloom. It's leaves and blossoms whirling in the brisk air. A man in a dark suit stood under it, his hand resting on its bark, his face hidden by the shadow of the full, silver moon. Ten paces behind him, slightly to the left, kneeled the figure of another man, head bowed in submission.

"I want her found. Send your best men. Quietly. No need for a mess like last time, yes? Oh, and do be sure to bring her ALIVE. I wish to have the pleasure of looking into her eyes as she falls." The dark man ordered in a deep baritone, just above a whisper. Sending a shiver of fear down the man's spine.

Standing, the assassin crossed his right arm over his chest and bowed low.

"As you wish sir." And in an instant was gone, faded into the shadows.

Silently, the man turned towards the tree and traced a slender finger down the bark.

"Soon, my dear. Soon you will be screaming my name to the gods.

In an instant, the moon's shadow retreated, reviling, in a flash, the name carved into the trees bark.

'Sakura'

He was tired of looking after the brats, sick of being told how to live by the chairman, and he was pissed at the lip and glares the pathetic little redhead constantly threw at him.

When he'd been given the job of 'looking' after his brothers offspring, he'd never expected this much shit.

His nephews were no good squealers and they were constantly getting the police evolved in his business. At least the oldest had sense enough to leave. Though he was wasn't sure it made a difference. Gaara still stuck to him like a flea. Following his every move and guarding his sister in any way his puny little mind thought of.

Ah! His sister. Yashamaru licked his lips as if in anticipation. Temari, that girl truly was an angel on Earth. One he never intended to allow to ascend.

He could do anything he wished and no one would ever find out. They couldn't even if they tried. And those who did would be 'disposed of' by the corporation. Compensation for his 'assistance' in the riddance of his brother and his wife.

His payment was a comfortable house, furnished, a nice thousand-dollar yen bonus a week if he was 'good', and a young, beautiful woman for his convenience.

Yes, life was good. The only down side was the two brothers of said angel. Every time they got an official from the government evolved the corporation had to deal with it. At the expense of his personal account.

No. He was just about fed up with the trouble those brats put him through.

Just then the telephone rang. Glaring at the appliance, he got up from his chair and answered the nescience.

"What?" he barked into the phone, annoyance written across his face. Suddenly his expression changed with the callers reply.

"Are you sure? But he's to self-righteous of a…"

"Oh I understand." An evil, malicious grin spread across his ugly mug.

"Thank you sir."

"I'll get the mark."

Smirking, he put down the phone and headed into the kitchen. He picked up a knife from the counter where Temari had been cooking before he sent her to the store. He twirled the cool metal between his fingers. Oh was Temari in for a surprise….

(A/N don't kill me! don't kill me! don't kill me!! It's necessary!!)

His mind just couldn't get over it. He'd thought of this moment for a long time and now that is was here…. well, it didn't feel like he thought it would

When she came back he used to think that it would make everything perfect. But it didn't. In-fact, it made everything much more complicated. And what could he do? What could he ever do? What did she expect from him? He was useless.

'You could avenge them.' Whispered a small voice in his head.

Sighing heavily, he shook his head and turned onto his street.

Still trying to rid his mind of the absurd ideas Sakura seemed to awaken in him, he was pulled out of his musing by a disastrous sight.

Where the old wooden door that guarded his home was supposed to be, was a scattering of splinters and nails.

Stepping through the broken door was a sight that would plague his dreams forever. There, lying on the cool tiles of the kitchen, framed in a blanket of her life's blood, lay Temari. Her angel face marred by the strikes of the one who was undoubtfully the cause of her death. Walking towards her, Gaara fell to his knees and pulled her to him, trying, in vain, to not notice the odd angles of her crushed legs and neck.

All coherent thought eluded him. His mind convulsed with the impact of this reality, leaving him immobile.

A dark chuckle sounded throughout the room.

Glancing up, he was met with the disgusting mug of his 'dear' uncle. The voice sounding from the television screen was a sick, twisted sound akin to the grin on the lunatics face.

"Hello Gaara. So sorry we couldn't stay any longer. You must feel so…left out." Yashamaru chuckled, the sound raising the hair on the back of Gaara's neck.

"But don't worry! Once we're done with the job here, we'll be right by"

The screen switched then, to show a beaten Kankuro. Insane laughter flouted throughout the room before the screen cut off.

Adrenaline pumping strongly through his veins, Gaara rose from the floor, placing Temari gently on the ground. His mind was blank. All thought, all feeling, gone. The only insight he had was that he had to punish him…destroy him.

Turning Gaara ran out of the house, determined to make Yashamaru pay.

A dark figure stood by the door staring at Temari's corpse.

"Such a waste of life. Weak, even in the end huh Temari? Though even the weak deserve a better death."

Pushing off the wall she turned to leave. Pulling out a cell phone.

Two rings later, "Sasuke. Gaara needs our help. It's started."

'Run…just keep running'

His breath was hitching and only the repetitive chant of mental encouragement keep him going.

Reaching the alley that acted as shortcut to Kankuro's apartment, Gaara stumbled, falling to his knees, his legs no longer able to support him. Hot tears leaked from his eyes, stinging and blearing his vision. His breath finally caught up with him and his stood shakily, glancing into the alley.

"Shit."

"Gaara needs our help, it's started." A deathly calm voice sounded throughout the room.

"What? But what can we do?" said Sasuke, worry written on his face.

"I'm coming by, be ready….and bring your bat…" BEEP

"what the hell?" said Sasuke, looking inquisitively at the phone.

He glanced over at the aluminum bats next to his earlier deposited baseball bag. The shining metal winking as if on cue.

With a look equivalent to that of a deer caught in the headlights, Gaara stared into the eyes of his demented uncle.

And the other 5 masked men with him.

"Hello Gaara, come to see your brother? Well I'm sorry to say, he's just… unavailable."

Smirking, he tossed a round shape up into the air, it landed right in front of Gaara with a sickening thump, rolling into the light of the street behind him.

"Kan…Kankuro!" screamed Gaara. Staring into the unseeing eyes of his brother severed head.

"You…you bastard!" Gaara yelled, charging forward in his rage

Immediately two of the masked men stepped forward, out of the line to block his view of his uncle. Not skipping a beat, Gaara turned to the man on the left, landing a round-a-house kick to his head, sending him to the ground, a thin trail of blood staining the alleyway.

Quickly turning to the right, Gaara attempted the same with man # 2, missing and hitting his chest instead, forcing the giant of a man to stumble, but otherwise remain unharmed. Gaara charged him, landing a combination of attacks until the man crumpled.

Facing the other three men that had come to surround him, Gaara leaped at man # 3 going for a hit to the gut, but his fist was grabbed cruelly by a much larger fist.

Gasping in pain, Gaara fell to his knees. Searing pain erupted on his back as the remaining three men closed in on him. Seeing an opening, one of the men kicked his side as another kneed his already battered stomach. A dull crack was heard as Gaara fell on his face, clutching his stomach and coughing up blood.

"Enough!" shouted Yashamaru, breaking into the circle with a cruel grin on his face. "well played brat. And for that, I'm going to cut you a deal. Our leader has taken a liking to you, for some reason. And he has offered you a place in our ranks of assassins. What do you say? Join us….or die."

Gaara's head was spinning, his abdomen felt as though it had been tapped danced on by fifty giants, and his lungs felt like they were trying to drown him in his own blood. He knew he couldn't take much more… wait… what was that? They were giving him a chance! He could live! He glanced up slightly, his eyes once again locking with those sightless ones of his brother. He'd been given a chance to live, but at what price? Could he tare apart other helpless families just to save his own pathetic existence?

Grunting with the strain, Gaara finally rose on shaky legs. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Gaara glared at his uncle, spitting "Never"

Yashamaru's eyes narrowed. "So be it." He waved man # 3 forward, "Kill him."

Gaara stood his ground glaring into the barrel of the black gun the monstrous man had produced.

The mans eyes flashed and he clicked the safety off, aimed right in between Gaara's eyes and…..

BANG!!

(A/N you know…I think I should stop it here…. Lol)

(A/N but I wont! lol! so on with the show!)

The black ominous gun skidded across the alley way, the barrel shot cleanly out of the masked mans hand. Silence pursued until a shout broke the silence.

"Howdy!"

Shocked the entire party glanced upwards towards the roof of the side building. Sitting on the edge, looking as though she had just walked in on nothing more than a small argument, a smoking pistol in hand, sat Sakura, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"oh! Did I interrupt something? How very rude of me!" Sakura smirked before leaping down the twelve feet to the alley below. Still smiling she walked right up to a still shocked assassin by the wall. Standing no less than a centimeter away, Sakura smiled sweetly at the man, "So sorry."

BANG!

Before anyone could react, the man was on his back, blood flowing quickly from the wound in his blown apart gut.

This seemed to wake the other men out of their stupors, and the man on her left quickly reached for his own gun at lightning speed. But Sakura was faster. Before he even had the weapon in hand, she had spun and landed a kick to his wrist, knocking the gun, and his bones, aside. Sakura then rolled to the ground in order to dodge the remaining assassins fists. She then bent over the man with the broken wrist, and grabbed the gun.

"Here Gaara! Catch!" She tossed the gun to him before grabbing the grounded man and twisting his neck until the satisfying crack was heard.

Gaara stared down at the gun in his hand, startled by it's coldness. Looking up he saw the last of the assassins running towards him. Moving out of the way of the bull like man, Gaara slammed the gun onto the back of the mans head and watched as he crumpled.

Shocked to a point of immobility, Gaara was both entranced and terrified at the sight of the blood pooling around the mans head, like some sadistic halo of sorts.

"Don't move!"

Gaara stiffened as he felt the tip of a knife dig into the skin of his throat. Yashamaru was behind him, and if the thin trail of sticky liquid was any clue, he had a VERY sharp knife with him.

"One more move and I'll kill him!"

Yashamaru stood there staring wildly at Sakura daring her to move.

"so what?" said Sakura. Her jade eyes glinting with insanity. "Do it. It wont matter. It would be a gift to the world."

Yashamaru's eyes widened. What? She wanted him to kill the brat? What was going on? Wasn't she on the kids side?

Gaara looked at her incuriously, until he noticed her pointed look at the one factor he had forgotten. The gun. It was still in his hand. Still as cold, and unforgiving as before.

"come on. It's easy." Sakura smiled, "But you've got to want it. There's no going back after this. So what's it going to be?"

Gaara shook slightly. Could he do it? Could he really shoot the man that raised him? Could he become…a murderer? Kids were always joking, "oh, I'll kill you if you do that!" "you're so dead!" "wish she would just go die!". But to REALLY do it. Sakura was right. This was NO game. This was real. Could he truly become …a monster?

Closing his eye briefly, he pictured the faces of his parents, his sister, her lifeless body, and his brother, and his brothers decapitated head. Yes. He could do this.

Squaring his shoulders, Gaara placed his hidden finger on the trigger, turning, ever-so-slightly to the left so as to aim the barrel into Yashamaru's stomach, and before his uncle could even register the movement, fired.

BANG!!

He felt the recoil of the shot slithering up his arm, heard the sickening impact, and felt the flakes and splatters of his uncles blood as it pooled all around him, soaking him in the crimson fluid. Shuttering he tried to step back, dropping the gun and shutting his eyes. He'd done it. He'd finally done what he had ALWAYS dreamed of doing. But strangely, it felt nothing like he thought it would. He felt not relief, no pleasure. Nothing. Only numbness. Dropping to his knees in the cooling puddle of his formal uncle's blood, it hit him. And nothing could prevent his dissention into darkness.

While Sakura made her way over to Gaara's fainted body, one of the masked men rose and ran pasted them, making a beeline to the sidewalk. He was just about to turn the corner when suddenly he was struck on the head by a glinting aluminum bat.

Stepping out from the sidewalk came Sasuke, holding the now dented bat.

"Oops." He said glaring coldly at the man.

"Good job!" chimed Sakura, saluting him.

Sirens could be heard a few streets away.

"and that's our cue! Sasuke! Get that man into the car, then come help me with Gaara."

When that was done the three best friends sped away in the black BMW, leaving the carnage for the night to conceal.

so...so... what do you think? come on! i'll have you all know that i've got the forth chapter already writen, but it will not be seen without reviews! you guys must tell me what you think...was the fight scene good? or bad? it was my first one...so i'm kinda iffey on it...

Next Chapter preview- the teens get situated in their new 'home'. Sakura is hiding things. can they trust her? and who is that weird guy that Sakura calls master? 0.o

Till next time! Ja ne!