How had it all gone so horribly wrong?
They were just doing their job: executing the demon, saving the village, protectiong the people of Konoha!
Did it matter if the boy was innocent? He was still a demon! Kyubi no Yoko incarnate! He was evil!
He had killed, and killed and killed! He was a monster! He was,
he was,
he was...
Sinless.
It did not matter if they had doubts, the boy was to be executed in front of the gates, cast outside to decay, denied of a resting place within the village ground.
It was all to protect their village.
But still..
The image of his slack body strung across the gates would haunt them for many a night and when the executioner's sword met with the boy's thin neck, they had to force themselves to watch, they owed him that much respect.
And that's where it all came unwraveled.
The first drops of blood hit the ground,
and the sky started spinning,
and the ground was spinning,
and they were spinning,
spinning,
spinning,
spinning.
