Chapter 2: Dark Fate

Three years later…

"Niisan! Niisan!" Kwan cried as he ran to the front porch

"Huh?"

"What's ninja school like?"

"Lots of work," his brother replied. His name was Zin and only three years older than Kwan. He had black hair like everyone else in the country and had brown eyes —also like everyone in the country, except Kwan who had black eyes.

"Well…I want to be the bestest ninja evers!"

"It's not that easy. I'm even having trouble in it, and I'm the top of my class.

"But I'm always protected by the Dark Spirit. Wouldn't that make me a good ninja?"

"There is a weakness to everything. So don't depend on the Dark Spirit too much. Plus, you have to learn the skills of a ninja."

Kwan frowned.

"Don't worry. If you're like me, you'll have no trouble." Zin smiled and patted his little brother's head. "Well, off to school," and he left.

Kwan watched his brother walk until he was out of sight, and then he walked back inside the house where his parents were talking.

"He's our son! You can't throw away something precious like that!" the mother cried.

"He is a threat to the village! Thing's too precious are evil! Our spies in Sand have notified us of a boy named Gaara. He is the same as our son who has a spirit to protect him. His spirit is a spirit of sand while ours is a spirit of darkness. This Gaara has already killed people! Think of what he will become when he is older! He will become a killing machine! Our son will fall on this same path!" He stood up right when Kwan walked in.

"Mother? Father?"

"Run Kwan! Run!" his mother cried.

"Huh?" Kwan asked puzzled.

His father began to walk towards Kwan with a kunai and a smoke ball.

"No!" His mother grabbed his father and tugged at him trying to stop him.

The father smacked her across the room into the wall, making her fall on a box of kunai no one apparently noticed. The father continued towards Kwan.

"Mother!" Kwan cried. He stared at the body and then at his father. His father no longer looked like someone he could love but he saw a beast. Kwan tried to run but he tripped.

"Let's see if you're little shield will defend against poison gas!" The father through the ball at the boy's feet and ran outside to get away from the smoke.

The father stared at the smoke as a few people outside watched him. The smoke cleared and he gasped. Kwan was still standing and was crying.

"Die you monster!" he cried and thrust the kunai at Kwan. The Kunai was easily deflected by the Dark Spirit.

The Dark Spirit then created needles that were made of pure darkness and forced them to the father. The father could not even scream for his death. One of the on lookers screamed.

Kwan stood for awhile, tears gushing out of him. Then he began to run. He ran away from his home, away from death, ran away from the people he loved. He ran into the forest and hid there, crying, with two thoughts in his mind: his parents and the word "monster".

Later in the early afternoon at school…

"Zin, you need to follow this Chuunin to the office please," the teacher spoke.

Zin stood up from his seat and followed the Chuunin into the office and sat down. The Chuunin spoke.

"Um…Zin, we have very important news. It's about your parents. They were killed…"

Zin gasped, his face in absolute shock. After a few moments, Zin finally spoke fighting hard to not cry.

"Wha-what hap-pend?" he managed to asked his voice shaking.

"Your father went insane and killed your mother and attempted to kill your little brother, but the Dark Spirit defended him and killed your father…"

"Where's my brother? Is he alright?"

"We don't know. We heard that he ran into the forest. We already have ninjas looking for him."

Zin sat there processing everything again in his mind.

"A ninja must not show emotions. But you're not a ninja yet, so go ahead and cry…" the Chuunin spoke.

Zin did cry…

-SandVillage-

A little red-haired boy walked around the streets with his a little old teddy bear. The streets were empty. He wondered why no one would come out and play with him.

He continued to roam around until he heard laughter. He ran to see what it was and saw a couple of kids throwing a ball around. He walked over and the kids stopped and stared at him.

"Ah! It's the monster!" a boy screamed and threw the ball at the red-haired boy.

A wall of sand shot up from the ground and stopped the ball, but as soon as the sand disappeared, the kids had run away leaving the little boy alone…

-Konoha-

A little blond-haired boy walked around in the streets. People glared at him as if all their hatred was focus on him. The boy walked around looking for a place to eat since he didn't have any parents and couldn't really care for himself.

The boy roamed around asking if he could have a little food, but all the answers were the same; he was rejected. Just as he was about to give up, he heard a voice call out to him.

"Hey kid! You hungry?"

The boy turned to see a man standing at a certain bar. He didn't hesitate and scrambled over and sat himself in one of the stools.

"I guess you are, so here ya go!" the man exclaimed as he plopped down a big bowl of ramen.

The boy dove into it and devoured it all asking for more.

"You eat a lot kid," he could merely say as he gave some more food to the boy.

That was when the boy became to love ramen forever…