A/N: So before I begin this chapter I wanted to say that you guys are an really awesome audience. I am glad you take the time to review my stories to leave your questions, theories, likes, dislikes, etc. I do hope I can continue to write this story well and hopefully not disappoint. Now let's begin the story before this gets too long.
Nothing more was needed of us anymore so we left the night club soon after introductions. It wasn't necessarily late when we left but the sun was definitely starting to go down. Knowing that I desparately needed blood Madara took us out to hunt. It was pretty much for my beneifit.
In this city something as simple as hunting down someone for their blood was dangerous. Even so there wasn't much that could be done about the situation and Madara wouldn't allow me to drink from him leaving this as our only option.
I activated the tracking spell to see if Sakura was anywhere near. I didn't trust her all that much. When I felt she was far away I relaxed a little as I walked through the filthy alleys. Yes I was alone for the moment. My brother and the demon were nearby. Neither needed blood so it was understandable. We were only staying out because of me.
Not wanting to atteact too much attention we had Konan take Madara's car home while we ran off to a different portion of the city. Best not to kill someone near any place that had our names linked to it.
The alleyways of cities like this were the best place to look for humans. Many of the people unfortunate enough to end up here didn't have anyone to miss them. No one to report them missing. They would die and no one would ever miss them or know of their existence. It was a sad reality for them and at one point I did feel pity for them. Any pity I had for the human race slowly left me as I came into contact with different demon hunters. Their harsh words and ruthlessness only made me a colder person.
"Aren't you a bit far from home young man?" I heard someone ask me.
Turning around I saw a tall male. He had short black spikey hair and beard, brown eyes, and a cigarette in his mouth. A quick sniff of the air revealed that he wasn't intoxicated. He was walking kind of unsteadily though. Perhaps he was on some sort of drug? If that's the case it might be dangerous to drink from him.
"A pretty little boy like you will get swallowed up in these alleys." He said as slowly aproached.
"I know how to take care of myself." I told him in a sickly sweet voice, my mouth watered a little when I smelled his scent. He had good blood. "Though you seem like you could use some help."
"And how can a child like you help me?" He asked, his brown eyes looked dangerous.
He's not a drunkard. He was standing close enough to me that I should have smelled whatever alcohol or drug he had in his body. If he was danerous then I shouldn't let this drag out to long.
"There are many things I can do." I told him. "Though I doubt you'd like what I can do."
"Then why don't you show me?" He asked leaning down.
"You asked for it." I told him.
I let my eyes turn red and showed him the eyes of my clan before I ran behind him. To his eyes it probably looked like I disappeared. From his reflex to try and kick me he had to be a hunter. How high in the ranks I don't know nor did I really care. He confronted me. He can die for his actions.
Ducking under his leg as he kicked I tripped him and smiled as he crashed to floor. Without hesitating I pinned him down on his back. I took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw to some random corner of the alley.
"You know most of the time you hunters like to underestimate the damned children." I told him as I looked into his eyes. "Time and again you assume that because we have human blood mixed into the demon's blood that we are weaker. Yes it is true to a certain extent but not by much."
I didn't let him speak. I covered his mouth. I didn't trust this bastard at all. I stuck my hand down his shirt and searched for any radio equipment. He panicked and tried to buck me off of him. My knees kept his arms pinned to the floor. This guy was about six feet tall and probably would have knocked me off if I was a normal teenager. It was just his bad luck that I was anything but normal. I smiled when I found a radio attached to him. Looking at it I smiled when I saw that there was only short ranged.
"Let me guess you're out of their range?" I asked him, he responded by trying to buck me off. "IF that didn't work the first time what makes you think it'll work now?"
With my free hand I crushed the little radio and laughed when I saw a hint of panic in his eyes. Poor bastard was only going to die because he happened to run into me when I needed a drink. I got off of him for a second only to pin him onto his stomach.
There was a reason for this. Demons had all sorts of traditions that were as old as most likely the dirt on this earth. Even drinking blood had it's only meaning. A parent should always feed their child from their hand or wrist. This way they can easily control how much the child drinks. When a child must feed their parent they must offer their arm. This was supposed to have something to do with respect I think. Lovers drink from the shoulder or front of the neck. I'm guessing in orderto imitate a kiss. The back of the neck is where a demon drinks from their prey. I would guess this was to show superiority.
This man who was about to be my meal was my prey and as such would get bitten in the appropriate area.
I kept my hand on his mouth. I didn't need to hear him. He kept trying to get my hand off of his mouth.
I bit into the back of his neck and smiled again as I heard his muffled scream. Oh he was without a doubt a higher ranking hunter. His blood tasted pretty pure and was somewhat familiar. Most of them were born into their little organization. It wasn't that uncommon to find their relatives in different cities. He kept struggling as I drained him. The only thing he would see as he died would be the filth of this alleyway. Slowly his struggles ceased as the burning in my throat went away.
There were no sadistic thoughts in my head. There wasn't much joy in the act. Only satisfaction. I was doing this out of necessity not because of a need to kill.
Once I had my fill I snapped the man's neck. Better to be safe than sorry.
I quickly searched through the man's pockets and found his identification informations.
"Asuma Sarutobi." I muttered to myself. "I recognize your family name. I beleive the snake demon took down your father."
"His father was Hiruzen right?" I heard Itachi ask from somewhere nearby.
"I don't know for sure." I responded. "I didn't kill him. I only really try to remember those that I kill."
"You drink your fill?"
"Of course. He was over six feet tall. More than enough."
"Then let Akatsuki deal with the body. We need to head home."
I followed my brother back towards where Madara was hidden in the darkest shadows of the alleyway. When he saw us approaching he only made a signal for us to follow him and he ran off. We quickly followed after him toward where he had Konan leave his car.
Once home I didn't bother to sleep. I only looked out the window and what I saw interested me. Late into the night I saw the figures of people slipping back into one of the homes. So there were some of them here. That's not gonna help me feel any better about sleeping here.
For the most part the residential area was calm and quiet. However if you strained your ears enough the sound of demons could be heard in distance.
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The next few days at school were a little off. Sakura's group of friends were uneasy and I had a feeling I knew why. That hunter I killed had to have been in the high ranks if he was wondering around on his own. They must have known him. They did their best to hide their sadness but three of them just couldn't seem to help themselves. I would have thought that I was going to be holding back a smile but instead I felt no sympathy. There was no sadistic thoughts in my head as I saw them. I better be careful whenever I drink Madara's blood. I get a little out of hand if I drink too much.
Monday and Tuesday Shikamaru, Choji, and Ino were pretty upset and by the time Wednesday came they were each absent. While the hunters were mourning the demons seemed a little on edge.
The thought that my actions is what caused everyone's mood swing kind of thrilled me. I wanted to let these hunters know that their end was coming. And I would enjoy that moment but I had to be patient. My comrades however were only on edge because it meant another demon would die soon apparently. They get mad when one of their own is killed.
Sadly that would be our only attack on the hunters for now. For the most part Madara wanted Itachi and me to show the rest of the damned how we fought. Most of them knew how to throw a punch and weren't too hard to work with. We would have to meet far away from the city so we met out in the fields to practice. A special magic was here that would hide us.
All of them knew how to use a weapon. Naruto preferred his hands but was very deadly with a knife. Sai tended to use a ninjato. Suigetsu wielded a large guillotine blade. Juugo could transform his body into a lethal weapon. Karin used throwing blades dipped in an extremely lethal poison.
They were each unique and would be useful. And for the first few nights everything seemed fine. They weren't as fast as Madara or us. Their movements were slower but any lower ranking demon would be overwhelmed by them. The hunters wouldn't be a problem. The Hyuga children joined us and they were in a much higher level than the others. Still below us but above the others. They were definitely more demon than human. Still their hands were dangerous.
So at night I trained. In the day I was a "normal" boy going to school. The hunters children other than the three I mentioned earlier didn't seem to be affected at all. It was a bit annoying but at least they were all still talking. My only company at home was Madara, Itachi, Pain, and Konan. People who loved me but weren't very interested in talking about silly things like movies, video games (okay Itachi was an exception there but still), television, and other things that were for the most part entertaining. Even the other damned children talked about these things and it was such a relief. But my life in the day and night should be separate things and should never mix. They would eventually and the effect this would have was unknown. Something I had to remind myself constantly.
Thursday passed. So did Friday. On Saturday we met at the field a little earlier. The demons were watching as we trained. There was no day dreaming. No orders barked. No skirmish. Just practice.
The sword in my hand was a deadly extension of my arm. There was no loss of focus. My mind crystal clear. I looked at the others.
"Naruto, don't practice disarming." I told him. "You know how to do that very well. Practice aiming for a vital region. Sai your precision should be as good as your speed. work on that. Suigetsu don't cut off anyone's head. Karin learn to use a dagger."
My words weren't harsh like my father's would have been. They were merely statements that they each listened to.
It was a routine training session until Pain showed up. He didn't really need to be here so he never came to this area. When he arrived he looked grim. Everyone tensed. There was something about the way he looked that had me concerned.
"Madara," He said grimly. "Kakuzu has been slain and Hidan has been captured."
"Do you know what kind of state Hidan was in?" Madara asked urgently.
"His body was blown apart. Only his head remains in tact and is in the enemy's hands."
One of our own was caught? Everyone listened intently.
Madara reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like two rings. Even from a distance I could see the kanji written on each ring. The one with the Kanji for North looked old, dirt, and broken. The other had the Kanji for three and looked like it was still new. Madara inspected the older ring. It glowed a little under his gaze but the glow was weak. His expression remained unchanged but his eyes showed his anger for a few seconds before he kissed the ring and handed it to Pain. The glow from the ring completely vanished.
"Keep that ring Pain." Madara instructed. "It's the only thing we have left of Kakuzu."
He inspected the newer ring. It occurred to me then that their souls were most likely bound to those rings. My suspicions were confirmed when that ring glowed brighter than the other. Madara muttered something but I could not make out the words. After a nod he kissed that ring as well and it's light went out. Again Madara looked angry but it soon passed. He handed that ring to pain. It aged as it was put into his hand and looked as old as the other one.
"Hidan is gone as well now Pain." Madara informed him. "The hunters want a fight. I suppose we can give them what they so desperately want before we cripple them."
Pain looked beyond angry. We had met those two only a few days ago and they were dead now!? That's just not fair.
"Head home then meet at the bar it's closest to most of us." Madara said as he made a signal for Itachi and I to follow him. "The kids should be left at home while we discuss what to do. I'd rather not put them in harms way."
There was going to be a fight soon. I could almost feel it in the night's air. I smiled a little at the thought but there was some dread. The dread I felt was pushed to the back of my mind.
A/N: Alright I don't like this chapter. xD Had to re-write and re-write it. Honestly I made the outline for this story like years ago and tbh it sucks. I've re-written it but it still feels so rough. If I have to rewrite this chapter I won't mind. I feel like I dropped the ball on this one.
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