It had been four years since he last cried. The coldness that met him everywhere he went had seeped into his soul; turning him into an angry and violent young man. Twelve years old, and he had killed mnore than most could claim.
It was never planned. And it couldn't be helped. The sadness was still there, silently plaguing him endlessly. ANd with the dark emotion came an aggressive reaction. He would feel his body fill with hate...with anger..and his lonely depression. But his sand reacted with his emotions; and when that happened; there was a bloodbath.
Regret would be there. Everpresent. But he always wore an expressionless mask, and noone noticed. He had lived up to his unpleasant reputation as a murderer. The demon of the sand. It wasn't something he was proud of. It just was what it was.
You ignore what people say, and live your life. Although; sometimes was more difficult than others.
Like the times children ran away as soon as they saw him approaching with his gourd strpped to his back.
Or the times he was spit upon; cursed at viciously...or the times he would see an old lady in the village...holding up a cross against him.
Could life get any worse?
A new problem.
His village hated him. Despised him.
Wished him dead.
Yet they were sending him to the leaf village for chunin exams.
He didn't want to go, he just wished he could disappear.
What was the point of an exam?
It wouldn't change anything...