Claws tear through flesh as blood splatters against the wall. Screams of agony are silenced. And all that's left is laughter.

The laugh is cold and dark, filling those who hear it with fear. The boy laughs throughout the cool night, and one can envision his appearance. Blood covering every inch of him, matting his hair, dripping down his face and into his eyes, soaking his body, his mind, to the very core.

He stands there drinking it all in, enjoying every second of it. Both him and the demon loving every copper coated second of this glorious blood filled place. Seeing raw beauty in the liquid as it drips down walls and slicks pathways through disgusting normality and safety. Finding joy as the blissful fake reality is shattered and darkened by their truth, by their salvation.

As others fall into madness they rise to power and strength living by the blood instead of fearing and dieing by it. Loving the liquid instead of drowning and dieing in it. Taking pleasure in simply watching redwine flow from open wounds and sores, leaving frail bodies to reform back into its natural, beautiful, terrible state.

Blue eyes open in annoyance, as a resounding nock awakens him from sleep. Soundlessly he stands up and walks to the door.

"Naruto!" Sakura shrieks, "You're late for training! What were you doing?"

He smiles a smile as fake as plastic, "Nothing Sakura-chan,"

He closes the door behind him as he follows her, and his thoughts shift to his dreams, he imagines himself covered in blood once again, feeling the liquid coat him in its loving embrace…

And his smile becomes genuine.