This work is a translation from spanish so some grammar may be wrong. Advising it for your own good.

Well, idk why im writing this since Im far off the demographic that reads these kinds of stories but well. I consider this a way of paying a debt with my tween self.
"Isu Dare" is not the full name of the protagonist. I did not want this to me (y/n) or _ so that's why she has a name.
M because of the violence, there isn't gonna be sex scenes in here.
Enjoy.

I grew up in an inhospitable place, where somehow people had managed to build a metropolis, one of the most important cities of our violent world. There isn't anything special about me, since I was trained to contribute to that violence that had consumed my universe. My family was never violent, but I was able to detect some questionable behaviors that some neighbors had against some people that were near me when I was little. I knew that, despite the usual tranquility in my house, my parents also had bad thoughts regarding a renegade individual. I did not understand why, even though I had friends that tried to explain that to me, but really, none of their reasons were enough for me to understand what was the problem with this red-haired kid.

I was trained to contribute to that violence, and to the defense of the place I lived in, though I never knew well if I appreciated my country or I hated it. That is because of the amount of stupidity I observed between the walls that protected us. I obeyed, in spite of never exhibiting myself as a vulnerable and cowardly person, in reality, I was like that, and I had been educated in a way that I had to interpret the idea of training as the only reason that kept me alive. Or well, my parents said I could choose anything, but for reasons that my futile town required, kids had to submit themselves to very extreme things. What I'm gonna say now is not something I'm precisely proud of, but finding out that children's training was something very common in our world. So common that, even in the misty places that were far from my home, an even more inhumane training was done, in which you had to kill all your classmates if you wanted to graduate from the academy. Very extreme, and not very practical if you ask me, killing off your population like that is no good for anyone. But well, clearly nobody cares about my political ideas, since I don't read much on the issue to have an established theory.

Whatever, as always I'm extending myself more than I should, that always happens to me when I write. Submerging myself in that violence logically brought me comrades and people who supported me, and it also strengthened myself as a person. During a good part of my childhood I focused on the basic training stuff, but when I hit puberty I abruptly discovered that suffering was within me, and everybody that came near, and luckily I could be helped before my illusory manifestations taken out of a horror movie damaged my person. Experts told me about the dangers that this could take on my psyche, because there weren't a lot of ninjas specialized in the illusory issue in our town, but at the same time, being something we lacked, they supported me in practicing my powers.

I think I totally lost track of my life's chronology, so Imma go back to my childhood. I wasn't especially sociable. I started being more at the end of my adolescence, because, as I said before, I didn't like people afflicting me, and I didn't want to cry in front of people. It was a way to protect myself from the evils I was exposed just because of living in society. But I would soon realize that I was not the only one that suffered that, and that, possibly the worst horrors of our species were suffered by whom, if circumstances were different, would have been the most privileged of us.

I don't remember which day we met, but I met him crying. It absolutely was not the best way to meet someone, and I usually think that predisposed our relationship for what would come after, in good and bad ways. But well, obviously when I wanted to ask him how he was, he wanted to send me to the other extreme of the world, and I could see in those weird eyes, that reminded me of a racoon, that the kid suffered horribly. His weird characteristics gave me a hunch, like I had to get out of there as soon as possible before anything terrible happened. Still, I didn't do that, and I think that my sense of empathy won me over at that moment. I asked the kid why he cried repeatedly, and when he finally answered, I had my first dose of inhuman cruelty in all my life.

—There is something in me… that hurts so much —he confessed with agony.

—And… What is it? —I asked, innocently and cautiously.

—It hurts here, even if it's not bleeding —he mused, while he put his hand on his chest. I didn't know what he was insinuating, but he was clearly in pain. An ominous silence came, and somehow I didn't run terrified. He looked at me with shock and fear at the same time.

—Why don't you run away from me?

—Why should I? —I asked with genuine honesty.

—You could die if you stay with me.

—Why?

—There is a beast inside of me… that kills.

I don't know how I didn't get scared after he said that, and I today would even envy that confidence I had there.

—I could also kill you, If I wanted to —though now that I think of that, I wasn't cautious at all, but well, I was very little and I didn't know better.

—Don't you want to do it?

—I don't see why —I mused.

—Don't I scare you?

—No… Does it seem like you scare me? —I asked.

He did not answer, clearly my statements were very shocking to his fragile persona. Something in my ego was happy for the fact I was able to leave him speechless, because I could perceive that it was something unusual in his daily life. Though years would happen before he would finally tell me the hell his life was, showing me he was a much more afflicted victim by the horrors of human existence.

—Aren't you gonna run? —he asked innocently, and I even thought it was a tad cute.

—No. I like you.

I did not realize that he had blushed after that. The kid was even more shy than I, and I noticed that in the few hours I stayed by his side. We didn't talk much, but somehow I felt comfortable with that afflicted boy. He was very different from the rest of the kids I talked to or I played with, and I think that itself was what made me stay there, making him company. I didn't want to leave him alone, since clearly that kid spent a whole lot of time in solitude, but for obvious reasons I could not allow myself to stay with him all day, since my family would ask for me eventually. I was about to leave, but at that moment a light passed through my brain, and I asked something to the raccoon faced kids.

—Can we be friends? —I asked.

—Do you wanna be my friend? —he said, incredulously.

—Yes. I already told you I like you. I tend to be here, so… if you are alone you can come.

—Fine —he whispered, almost inaudibly, with a heavily shy tone.

—Bye —I said. He didn't say anything, but I wasn't surprised by that.

After that, we saw each other on some occasions, though our encounters were brief and not very frequent, and I quickly assumed it was because of his training, since he confessed to me he was walking the same path as I, something that made me happy, somehow. I did not talk to my friends, in fact, on some occasions I could see how he watched me, hiding in a corner and waiting for my friends to leave me. When he saw that they weren't leaving, he left. It felt like he was scared of the people that were around me, and I didn't get why that was. That fact was even more clear to me when, in one of those times he came to me when I was alone, he said something that sounded alarming to me.

—Do you parents know that you talk to me? —he asked cautiously and shyly.

—No. Why?

—Don't tell them.

Though I did know him better, that caught me off guard.

—Can't I?

—It's because… if they know you talk to me… they aren't gonna let you see me.

—How are you so sure? —I asked, since he didn't know my parents.

—I already told you… the racoon can come out and kill everybody, even the strongest adults. People are scared of me… because of him. That's why I don't come near your friends, everytime I get close to someone… they get hurt.

That scared me a bit, and I knew he was warning me, because that "raccoon" was no child's play. Clearly he was referring to the beast he mentioned to me, the one that killed, and It would take a long time till I knew how these beasts were called and why they were so dangerous. So, in that moment, I simply tried to face his declaration with tranquility, without showing him how worried I was.

—It's okay, I'm not gonna tell them. Though I'm not so sure they are afraid of you.

—Everybody hates me. Everybody here is afraid of me —he mused with a fragile voice, and was about to cry.

—I don't —I confessed, tranquilly.

My honesty caught him off guard, and his cry was cut abruptly. I didn't realize, but clearly it was the first time this kid felt moved by something in his life.

—Oh… that's weird —he mused.

—Weird? You aren't so bad… and you never scared me.

—If the beast came out you'd surely run.

—But it hasn't come out. Or did it?

—No…

—Then don't worry —I assured him—. Come, let's play hide and seek.

And that's what we did then, though it wasn't the funniest game, because he didn't want to face people nor he wanted me to grab attention. There was something very discreet and subtle in his way of doing things, and that always interested me a lot. He was a very particular kid that lived very afflicted by that raccoon inside him, but he behaved beautifully with me, and I noted that my company helped him. Everyday I longed for our encounters, because they brought some kind of peace that I couldn't see in the rest of my daily life. It was a bit ironic thinking it like that, because I always saw him in a weird state that I constantly asked myself if he had the same peace I had.

However, my peace and happiness with him didn't last long.

For years, I assumed it was a nightmare, till he finally confessed that indeed, I had seen that raccoon that night, and that he had manifested it by some extremely horrible circumstances that I wouldn't know for a few years. But in that moment I only got disturbed, and I noticed my parents were a bit more cautious with me, like more vigilant of everything I did. I still played with my friends and trained, but I noticed that the vibe of my teachers was very weird, and somehow it had to do with our village's leader. Or that was the few information my young brain could get.

The kid didn't appear for a while, so I genuelly started to get worried, and I imagined that the strange vibe that everyone gave me had to do with something that had happened to him. One day my parents were busy, so I came to look for him, knowing I couldn't ask for him, because anyone would try to stop me. I spent hours doing so, and I had no sign of him till I came near the leader's house. I was scared that I was getting too close to places a child of my age had no business being near, but then, a knowingly presence, but ominous at the same time, appeared behind me. I felt scared, like I was going to be asphyxiated in a few seconds, and that nobody of me would be left except my inert body, covered in sand that would impregnate my dead cells. I got on guard, willing to use my powers, but nothing happened. I turned around and I saw an enormous sand circle. A small hole appeared in that circle, and I could see the intensity in his light-blue eyes. I never saw him with that look and that itself kept me alert.

—What do you want? —he asked with hostility.

—I want to know what's happening, I haven't seen you in weeks —I complained.

—I don't want to see you.

—Why?

—Because you're gonna die.

That time, somehow, I knew he didn't lie. Since I met him, that was the first time I felt threatened by his presence, it was clear the powers of the raccoon were much more powerful than anything I could do, and they would end with me in a matter of seconds. But he was my friend, and I couldn't abandon him.

—Why you say that?

—Because everybody that gets near me is doomed and hates me, and if they don't hate me they only pretend to love me to then hurt me. I'm sure you thought that.

—What? I've never thought that!

—Shut up —he told me with authority and dryness, a tone I never heard coming from him—. I don't wanna get near anyone, I just wanna live to kill everybody that despises me. I'm doomed and I know you are gonna hate me someday. Stay away from me.

—I don't wanna! You're my friend! I don't wanna leave you! —I complained, a tad angry and anguished at the same time.

When he saw I wasn't gonna let him go, he did something very threatening. Suddenly a sand current came to my leg, and I felt how it was about to be engulfed by it. Not long after, he went in front of me and his looks were extremely threatening, like it was willing to be the last thing I saw on earth.

—I don't wanna hurt you —he confessed, with a very weird tone, between compassion and sadism—Stay away from me… please, or I'm going to break your leg.

—It's okay —I said, scared and understanding the situation. Immediately he got the sand out of there, and I felt a weird wind hitting my face, though it somehow felt… gentle? Despite the gentleness of that sand that came near my pupils, my only wish was to slap that threatening kid, but my survival instincts knew that was an awful idea. So I sobbed, and I ran the hell out of here, frightened of the sand that may be chasing me to hunt me and leave me out of reality.

Little did I know that would happen in the future, though in a much less oppressive way.

Well... I apologize if the genjutsus of the protagonist are way too bizarre, but genjutsus were always something that intrigued me and I like to reinterpret them outside of the fucking Tsukuyomi or anything Sharingan related. I also apologize if I break the rules of the power system, since being rigourous regarding power systems was never my speciality, despite watching shonens a lot. Also Kishimoto did his own fair share of making powers out of his ass so don't blame me.

Seeya in the 2.