EXTRA SUPER IMPORTANT WARNING:

Lots of blood, people.

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Blood, shines, movement, eyes, fear, jump, bite, rip. Kill…? Yesssss. Cut, turn, punch, squish, fall, thud. Gone., flash, find, scream, die.

His mind is no longer a humans. He moves jerkily, like a puppet on stings, but quickly. every time a throat is ripped or a spine is broken, he feels gleeful. He is pratically purring, demolishing them all without hesitation or fear. He would prove who was best. He wold prove he could be a ninja.

"Stop…!"

"Boy!"

Screams, shouts. Laughter. Was it his? Someone tries to grab him. He is slowly coming back to earth, slowly remembering who he is. It's coming back, in snippets… He rips their arms off violently, impatiently, and turns back, thrusts his hand inside their rib cage. The look on it's face is satisfying. The screams of pain and the widened eyes, and the sudden blankness of the face makes him happy. Where's the next one...?

Another person grabs him, and lifts his thirteen year-old body up. He snarls and struggles, but cannot break free. Who would touch him like this? It had no right to. An inferior weakling, a sheep to his wolf. Meant to die, and nothing else. Dirty.

"Stop." This is said coldly, with the certainty of an alpha, a superior. In a split second, his opinion changes. The words themselves acted like ropes, and he stops and looks up into cold, red eyes.

The red mist dissipates, and he recognizes himself for the time in many hours. He breathes, he sees something besides the prey. Maybe it's because he'd been stopped, maybe because everyone around him, besides his assailant and a few Jonin, are dead.

The man is staring at him, analyzing. His black hair rustles in the wind, and blood is smeared all over his hands and arms, courtesy of his wounds and the blood of... children? He considers. Yes, children. All over the ground, none still twitching. That makes him feel stronger, and he stares back defiantly at the man in the red armour, confident, and he is dropped to the the ground. He grits his teeth and stands up, ignoring the wounds on his body that he did not notice during the fight. He will not be intimidated, even by him.

He smiles at this thought and stands up straighter, continuously looking directly in the man's eyes, Sharingan be damned.

The people around him whisper his name.

After a few moments of silence, the blood soaked boy gets impatient. "Did I pass?" He rasps casually, and the whispering gets louder.

The man smiles. He has never seen him smile before."Yes, you did."

Zabuza grins sickly and looks back at the mortified adults, pleased.

"I told you I was stronger than them." He says triumphantly.

They are silent, so Zabuza shrugs and begins to walk away.

"Momochi."

He turns back, looking at the Mizukage expectantly. He tosses him something, and Zabuza catches it.

It is a blue Hiate-ate.

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Later, Zabuza realizes something as he treats his wounds,(The hospital wouldn't let him in) and remembers the day fondly. The only part of it he didn't like was the end, when Mizukage-sama had stopped him. The man's strength irked the Kirigakure no Kijin, as he was now known by the villagers and ninja of Mist. Zabuza wanted perfection, no less. But would not be perfect, because he was not the best. Mizukage-sama was the best. Therefore, in order to be the strongest ninja, he had to beat the strongest.

He finished cleaning himself up and started to go to sleep. He had a lot of training to do tomorrow.

A/N: Madara, The coolest 100 year old eva. Zabuza Momochi, the coolest of the Seven Swordsman of the Mist. Personally, I think I could have done better... Anyway, he's planning his rebellion at a young age, and something troublesome might happen to Madara. Theme song for this is 'Best Day Ever' By Spongebob Squarepants. Henh...