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Chapter 3: Ay Dios Mios

It was raining, a dark figure walked down a well trodden road. His face was hidden by the hood of his soaked cloak that hugged his well built body. He stood at 6'4, his hands hung loosely, if you were to quickly examine his left hand you could see a flimsy bone like material covering his hand.

The scene changed and bandits hid in the shadows of the great trees on both sides of the road. Slowly and steadily building the courage to attack the opposing figure. Swords slid out of their sheathes, clubs were clumsily wielded. They watched as the figure stopped suddenly and looked at either sides of the road. The bandits ran out, screaming, no warning, no mercy. The biggest thug held a double handed ax and hacked down towards this weakling of a man.

It was over in a minute. A blur of motion. The spray of blood. The scent of death filled the air and colored the ground a muddy red. The figure stood alone, his arm through the chest of a barely breathing bandit. The dying bandit reached up and with his last strength removed the hood of the figure. Dark crimson eyes were revealed. Suddenly he looked at her. His mouth turned into a dark smirk. Moth-

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"ER!"

"AH!" A beautiful red headed woman of forty woke sitting straight up, scaring her 20 year old beauty of a daughter. The woman stared at her daughter with her Emerald eyes that shone in the morning sun with fear. The cold sweat dripping off her perfectly shaped face slowly doused her thin gown which hung to her hour glass frame that any woman would die for and which her daughter proudly showed in full bloom. Her breathing was wild and those eyes. Those eyes haunted her.

Her daughter, a wild beauty with one unique aspect of her, other than her… eyes. Were the three whisker marks on each side of her cheeks which could only make her more of an exotic beauty. Her eyes were the essence of blue and her smile could light up a room. That is, if she didn't kill you first. Like her mother she was as deadly as she was beautiful, and she knew many more ways to kill a man, most of the ways involved a wet paper napkin. With her hands tied behind her back and blind folded. At the age she could walk her mother had instructed her to be a killer. She didn't dislike the fact; she always had a reservation to kill one man though.

That man would be her brother. Sure her mother had never steered her wrong, but to kill her brother, a person who she should at least feel a bond too, that felt wrong. What had he ever done?

Her first kill was a drunk of a husband and a hell of an abuser too. He'd hit on her at a bar and his wife came in, already sporting a black eye, before leaving with another and a verbal drunken lashing. He didn't see the sharp hidden knife that sliced his jugular and slid back into her sleeve before he hit the floor dead. No one stopped her and nobody avoided her gaze either, A look of appreciation in their eyes. She felt good; everything could be solved with a quick and silent murder.

Kushina slowly turned her face to her daughter's. "He's here Mikoto."

Mikoto's eyes opened wide at the news. Kushina grabbed Mikoto's shoulders and said "I have trained you since you were little to kill your brother. I know that you must feel confused but trust me when I say this Mikoto. He is a demon controlled by the Kyuubi, you alone have the strength and knowledge to kill him. Beware he is cunning, and he will use anything at his disposal to kill you and me."

Mikoto's eyes narrowed and she nodded her head in finality and lightly held her mothers face in her hands and said in her most serious voice "mother, I will use my knowledge, strength, and bloodline that you have given me to kill this demon that plagues our family! I swear that I won't stop until I die until I kill this demon."

Kushina smiled at her daughter and said "I have the utmost confidence in you my daughter." Kushina hugged her daughter tight but she couldn't help but feel those eyes that held nothing but disdain and promised pain.

/ Naruto/

Naruto kept walking down the road allowing the rain wash the blood from his cloak. His mother… she was a beautiful woman. But the beauty she held only rivaled his hatred for her. Debi-chan. Yes, the fire fueled his heart before he quelled the heat with his calm and cool control. To allow himself to drown in his hate and his road to vengeance would only make him as stupid as the villagers and Her. Blind ignorance, shameless and blatant use of his feelings, and the betrayal of his closest people, what did his mother know of pain and loneliness? She had his sister who she had raised to become a weapon against him. He was alone… always alone. Even when he had her he was alone. Terribly alone. Stop, he told himself. He needed to get stronger, to defeat his sister, to kill the bitch of a mother and if that wasn't enough he would… he would go back to Konohagakure and kill them. Destroy them all. If he died, it would be welcome gift.

Naruto looked down to his left arm and flexed his arm; it felt stronger every time he drenched it in the blood of his enemies. Maybe this was the key to his ultimate power. Or maybe it was just a tool however he planned to get stronger, through his physical and spiritual strength.

A little side bar caught his attention. It served Dango and sake. Why would it be out here in the middle of no where? Naruto walked underneath the flaps and shook himself a little, little drops of water flying onto the empty stools. An old man turned around, eying the young man for any signs of trouble. Naruto pulled down his hood revealing a normal looking brown haired, brown eyed man with decent looks. A fake smile plastered onto his face completed the image of a friendly traveler. "Two orders of Dango and three bottles of Sake." The old man nodded and turned around getting to work. Naruto watched the man closely. This was the first time since his rise from hell, and not killing someone that he got to have some normal contact with someone. In no time at all the man put two plates of Dango and warm sake in front of him.

Naruto thanked the man and picked up the delicious treat. He hadn't had anything sweet in a long time. The sake went down smooth and the meal was over in a half an hour. Naruto relished the Dango he hadn't had something so great in so long.

The old man looked at the satisfying customer and said "that'll be 4000 yen." Naruto nodded and pulled out the total amount asked. As he was midway from handing the money to the old man he froze as he met the old mans eyes. They were old and weary but there was an edge, but what stopped made him stop was the sense of killing intent that hit him, he had of course felt huge amounts of it due to the villagers but this felt like a direct attack on his body like a rusty knife being dug into his ribs. The old man also froze, his hand falling back down and said "you have no restraint over your intent. I thought you were going to attack me."

Naruto was flabbergasted, what did this old man mean, he was just going to give him some money. But at a fundamental level long forgotten by him, he realized that some part of him was trying to get out and kill. The old man walked around the bar, a bottle of sake in his hand and two clean cups and sat next to his former customer and poured a glass for naruto and one for him. He held the cup but didn't drink. Naruto could only lift his cup and drink.

The old man looked at the man next to him and said "once I was a shinobi, just as you were. I traveled and killed many, almost being killed myself just as much. I learned how to control my primal urges, to forget what made me so angry and focus on killing my targets and my mission. When you hold anger, it slows you down, makes you tired, uses what little strength you have and drives you slowly insane." The old man poured another round "in your sorrows, you released a demon, and that demon controls you even now as you try to destroy it."

Naruto looked at the old man and said "I own that demon, old man. I have worked my whole life to form this image of a killer into my very DNA, I've conquered unstoppable foes, I've created alliances with every fight I've been in and I have provided for a whole country with basically three jutsus. I am in control."

The old man chuckled and said "that's your pride talking, you must've had a great deal of luck as well to pull all that off with three jutsu's."

Naruto smirked and said "yeah I have had a huge amount of luck." His smirk turned into a frown as he said "but I've also had a lot of shit tossed my way."

The old man nodded and poured another round. "The way of the Shinobi, is a long path, with many hardships but I can sense that many of those hardships would have never happen if you were just given a show of good fortune once in awhile." Naruto nodded and lightly sipped the sake. "you let you aura, run wild, you must find control if you are going to be able to kill whoever it is you are searching for."

Naruto's left hand flexed and he was set on edge "how would you know If I was going to kill people?

The old man shot back his sake and stood saying "like I said, you aura runs rampant and you have no way of controlling it. It tells your secrets, your lies, where your going, what you plan to do. To control yourself is to control your aura."

Naruto looked the man in the eye and paid before leaving the establishment. The old man took the used dishes and started washing it. He knew that the man would be back, when your body hold so much fury, destruction and recklessness, the man would come back and he would be in the worst condition he could imagine but he would survive. The old man smiled, the man reminded him so much of himself when he was young.

El Mano: hello, hows the cliff hanger? Who's the old man? Why is there a food place in the middle of nowhere? Who the fuck cares Naruto kill everyone? Well maybe you'll find out next time. I don't own anything. Also please review. Peace