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Warning: Story contains out-of-characterness, grammar mistakes, spelling errors, and typos.
This was beta-ed by Blackmoon OniOokami.
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Chapter Three – The First Step
He stood there – his sand surrounded and protected him, revealing only his eyes – watching as his attacker took his last breath. This was the fifth attempt to kill him, after the death of Yashamaru. Assassins had all been sent by his father. He knew. He knew he was hated by everyone.
They were afraid, afraid of what he might do to them. They were afraid of "Mother". They did not know how to deal with their fear, so they had tried to kill him. No one cared for him – not even his own flesh and blood. He didn't need them to. He needed no one. He could take care of himself very well.
'Mother's' blood lust has been satisfied. He didn't feel like staying in the apartment anymore. He walked out of the apartment into the streets.
As soon as the civilians and ninjas saw him – some of them had a fearful look on their faces, while others wore a look of pure hatred – they moved out of his way and returned to their house and closed the doors. The streets were devoid of people in less than a few minutes. He was accustomed to it. He strolled down the streets with no destination in mind. However, his sand seemed to know where he should go and tugged him towards the sandbox. In the sandbox, there sat the girl he had saved two weeks ago.
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A/N: Edited. Thanks to SleepWriting for pointing out my mistakes. Thank you very much :)