A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback, even though I don't personally respond to your reviews I still read them and wanna respond and say yo thanks for telling me this. But that's a really pointless PM. So I'll tell you in an A/N instead and say, thanks for telling me all of this, it really encourages me to continue.

So this kid reviews my story, is a guest review, and here I'm gonna respond to them personally coz I have no other way of responding to them

Libra-no-ninja9: It was implied at the beginning (of my fanfic) Hisashi was abusive. He has never been a caring but strict father. How did Hinata develop such awful self esteem issues in the manga? She stutters, she can't look at people in the eyes, she's unable to even fight back. He called her worthless. So I just took it a step further. He has always been abusive. I hardly changed who he is.

IMPORTANT NOTE: In the anime, Hinata's eyes are lavender. But in the manga, it's actually canon that they're white. I'm going with the manga, because lavender is too pretty of a color to be in this fanfic.

Chapter 11

I Want Blood on my Hands

Run away. Curse me. Hate me. Cling onto your pitiful life. You're worthless.

Worthless.

Itachi's red eyes glared into his own. Red eyes. His sharingan.

It was pathetic really, Naruto was so incredibly strong Sasuke crinkled his nose thinking about it. Naruto and his fire, creating a crater in the middle of the streets, claws sharp as knives, and slit eyes that gave no regard for human life. Sasuke had sent a fireball at him, because he saw Kakashi dying. He had been afraid for his sensei's life. He had been terrified for his own.

Seek revenge. One day you will stand before me with those eyes.

Those eyes you killed your best friend for.

Sasuke wished he had that power already. Fire. Disregard for human life. He wanted to kill, to know the feeling of what it would be like to murder someone out of cold blood. To "test his capacity." Like Itachi did.

But did he still stopped Naruto. He specifically threw a fireball at Kakashi because he had been afraid for the man that had so easily become a normal part of his life.

Kakashi was strong. He still lost to Naruto.

He sat alone outside the gates of Konoha. Normally Hinata would arrive before him. She was overly respectful and formal, so she'd always arrive as early as possible. He imagined what it would have been like had his family been alive to teach him proper clan manners. He already had a basic understanding, but since he was so little when they had died, he easily fell out of habits of bowing and over thankfulness.

The only time when Hinata broke her formality was yesterday, which was unusual for her. She must have been in a bad mood, because when Tazuna came in and said, "What a bunch of brats. Is that dainty little princess supposed to protect me?" She glared at him.

Hinata had the potential to be extremely intimidating. He noticed how people were generally afraid of the Hyuuga clan because people were unused to the eye color. Even if they had been around for generations, they kept mostly to themselves and their own clan estate, and hardly wandered out besides for missions. It had no effect on Sasuke since he was not at all afraid of her. But she had no pupil, her iris was almost whiter then her sclera. The only thing that defined her iris was a thin, black, limbal ring.

Sasuke looked up at the clouds, then back down at the gates that stood taller than a building. Hinata was walking towards him. He didn't say anything as she sat down next to him, she only looked at her hands. Her eyes had purple bags underneath them, indicating how much sleep she had gotten.

"Hi, Sasuke," she said. Her eyes focused on his feet. This was how they spoke. No eye contact, only intimidated glances at each other. With any other team he would say that "they're getting in my way," but with his current team, they cleared out of the way easily. It was much easier focusing on training and fighting when everyone was quietly performing their tasks. Besides, Hinata was almost on par with him in sparring. If she were more confident, she would be on his level. Though he hated to think about it, if she had more confidence she would probably be past his level.

That would be two people better than him. Naruto when he was a raging beast- whatever that meant to him. Hinata's potential. They both had one thing in common though, it was the word "potential." Sasuke knew better- Naruto could clearly not control whatever power it was that he had. That was worse than Hinata's potential by far. On the other hand, Hinata didn't have the personality to become more powerful. It was something Sasuke believed could be easily fixed, then he realized it probably wasn't. How easy was it to change his own personality?

Not easy.

"Hello," he replied, kicking his feet on the ground, spraying dirt up. Naruto showed up shortly after. Tazuna appeared, drinking from a beer bottle. The team sat together, Tazuna sat across from them. They waited for Kakashi, the one who was always late. It was irritating for Sasuke to watch his sensei be late almost daily, he was almost convinced he should come late at the same time, but there was an oddity: once in a while Kakashi would come on time or even early.

His teammates started motioning their hands at each other silently. Sasuke was paying attention, trying to discern their words without looking at their lips.

You look tired, did you get enough sleep? Naruto asked the question Sasuke wanted to ask, but Sasuke didn't want to feel like he was concerned for Hinata at all.

No, I didn't sleep very well. It's okay though, not a big deal, Hinata replied. Tazuna stared at them as they "spoke" to each other, he was unaccustomed to ninja ways. Sasuke had deduced it long before, the man still saw them as kids. Clearly he didn't know they were no more than human weapons.

Once Hinata and Naruto dug deeper into their conversation, Hinata was struggling to keep up with the language Naruto was using. His notebook came out, and Naruto started drawing hands beside each word. He was a decent artist, Sasuke noted. The hands were proportionate and realistic, not easily achieved unless you had natural born talent or loads of practice.

Do you draw? Sasuke intervened the conversation, a smile grew on Naruto's face. Tazuna was asleep on his bench, beer bottle loosely hanging out of his hand. His snores were gradually increasing in volume.

Naruto nodded enthusiastically. He showed Sasuke and Hinata a tiny doodle he had created in the top of another page, a picture of a naked man holding angel wings. It was only a doodle, but if he blew it up it would be a piece of art Sasuke could see being sold for millions. The drawing's jagged lines were messy, but stuck together boldly just to form enough of a picture.

That's incredible, Hinata gasped.

That is good artwork, Sasuke replied. Naruto started flipping through his pages, Sasuke saw glimpses of doodles here and there, but Naruto didn't stop flipping to show them anything. He slammed his notebook shut. They leaned back into their seats. Sasuke guessed that he didn't want to show them the rest of it, it might be embarrassing for him. As embarrassing as Sasuke's poetry stash hidden inside his drawer.

He fought down a blush thinking about it- but he couldn't bring it in his heart to throw it away. Even though he hated it, the "weak" and "useless" art, he was still overly attached to it.

"Good morning team," Kakashi hovered over them, the sun like a halo behind his hair, "how are my cute little students doing today?"

One thing Sasuke liked about Kakashi was the fact he never stopped using sign language. It was ten thousand times easier to understand Kakashi once he started. Kakashi mumbled his words a lot, he was so lazy he could hardly open his mouth to talk. Sometimes Sasuke would have to discern the mumbles in his head for a full minuet, and Kakashi never repeated himself. The mask muffled his words even more. How did he get about with daily life?

All three of them signed in unison, morning.

Easier than talking.

"Okay that's fine, you don't have to talk," Kakashi sighed, looking up at the sky.

Tazuna's snores halted in their consistency, and his voice rumbled a bit. "Wha?" he asked sitting up.

"C'mon faithful client. It's time to embark on a journey!" Kakashi was too enthusiastic for Sasuke's taste in general though b . It was still better than Sakura. Sasuke shuddered thinking about Sakura. He hoisted the bag onto his shoulder, and they were off.

Birds, crickets, cicadas, and trees rustling filled their journey with noise. They team and their client walked silently in the direction they knew to be the Land of the Waves. Although there was no speaking, Tazuna did try to fill the silence with some words on occasion.

"How long have you been a team?" Tazuna asked.

"A couple of months," Kakashi replied.

Silence. Five minuets past.

"What's ninja life like?" Tazuna asked.

"Difficult," Kakashi replied.

Silence. Seven minuets pass.

"How about you, young miss? How long have you been a ninja?" Tazuna asked.

"I started training when I was five," Hinata replied.

"It must have been difficult," Tazuna said.

"Sorry sir, but that's what ninja do," Hinata said, but it didn't feel apologetic. Sorry. Thank you. Please. Hinata's voice was so common.

Silence. Twenty minuets pass.

"How about you?" Tazuna was directing at Sasuke.

"What about me?" Sasuke replied, glaring.

"Never mind," Tazuna replied, shuddering a little.

Sasuke don't scare our client, Kakashi stepped forward to sign to Sasuke.

He's being annoying, Sasuke pursed his lips.

Kakashi returned to the back. He didn't have anything else to say on the matter.

Silence. Thirty minuets pass.

"How about you blonde?" Tazuna asked.

Naruto stared at him.

And stared.

And stared.

Nothing.

"Okay," Tazuna took a swig of his beer. He took a sigh and looked up.

From behind Sasuke, two shadows appeared, wrapping chains around Kakashi enveloping him. In a bloody mess, Kakashi was shredded. Clothes, blood, bits of flesh clinging to the trees to the ground, a splatter in the center.

"One down," a voice deep like a growl whispered. They locked their eyes on Naruto, whose notebook had fallen to the ground. His jaw was shaking, lips pulled back in terror. They whispered Kakashi, not knowing why he had died.

Their gauntlets reached out for Naruto, Sasuke moved before he even knew it, grabbing the chain linking between them, pinning it to the tree. He thought that'd trap them, but as he was about to kick their heads together, their chains disconnected from their gauntlets, and they ran back towards Naruto.

Sasuke immediately they weren't after Naruto when they ran towards him, it looked like they were going to run past him, and towards Tazuna. He was about to move, but Hinata got there before him. She was going to focus the right. Sasuke ran towards the one on the left-

Hinata ran forward, focusing down the one on the right as he predicted, slamming her hand into the enemy's unguarded chest, causing him to fall back to the ground, coughing. Her eyes were in their byakugan state, eyebrows furrowed as though she were extremely displeased with them.

The unharmed one turned around and yelled, "Brother!" Sasuke slid on the dirt, in front of Tazuna, he was going to apprehend the one on the left, but the enemy stopped in his tracks to look at his brother.

Kakashi grabbed the unharmed one, slamming him to the ground. They both laid down unconscious. He looked where Kakashi's "body" had been- a log took its place. The blood must have been a mere illusion. Sasuke had a feeling that he had stayed alive. There was no way a high ranking ninja like Kakashi could be taken down, though he had almost doubted himself. Without time to actually mourn, Sasuke had only moved on adrenaline and hadn't thought about it.

"Well, first off," Kakashi had a smile in his eye, "Sasuke congratulations in unlocking the sharingan."

Sasuke lifted a hand to his face, staring at the palm. Chakra coils ran through his fingers, they were bluish. He hadn't noticed.

No.

He had.

When he fought against Naruto, he had felt it unlock, but he hadn't known that was the feeling. Oh. This was the sharingan. A smile crept onto his face.

I'll be worth something. I'll unlock the sharingan. I'll best my brother,

His hands held a kunai, sick, twisted, smile lifting up his cheeks. He slammed his kunai into one of the fallen enemy's chest, blood spurted out, seeping into the clothes, the ground.

"Sasuke what are you doing?" Kakashi yelled, but before he could finish his sentence completely, Sasuke had already killed the other one too. Blood covered his hands. Death he caused. Murder. Oh, yes. This was the feeling wasn't it?

He expected so much from it. But it didn't feel very good.

A/N: I know, at the beginning and end, author's notes everywhere. But I just wanna comment on something. I know in the canon Naruto isn't a good artist at all. He's a shit one in fact. But the art of sealing requires calligraphy, which is part of artwork, which both his parents were good at. If your parents are born musical, you're most likely musical. Same with art. Logically, Naruto should be a good artist.

Who wants to see Sasuke write poetry? Oh wait you get no say. ;)

Wishlist for Fanfiction

One thing I wish I could do is upload images to my story, like have a picture at the top of the page, or beside some text so I could demonstrate with drawings and stuff. Like a picture book. That'd be really cool. Picture book fanfiction. I don't know, I could upload this story elsewhere and get my own pictures and stuff, but it obviously needs gains in popularity to even consider creating some site for it. The worst fanfiction in history: My Immortal, has it's own website. People even drew comics about that piece of garbage. It's ironically hilarious. Or for example, that top running Harry Potter story, the Methods of Rationality has it's own website. But those only apply to fanfiction that get really popular- and I guess I'm asking to be popular in an indirect way, but for a totally different reason. I just want pictures on my fanfic. T_T