1) NOTE: I am terribly sorry for this! I decided to re-write it because I left out a crap load of stuff and as I was going through my stories I realized they made no sense, so I re-did my fourth chapter, not entirely, I just took out the ending part and re-installed it in the other chapter, where I thought it best fit. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Thanks and the disclaimer is the Same: Don't Own Naruto, now enjoy

The sky was a dreary-some grey outside of his lavishly decorated tent. The weather didn't bode well to those trying to track him and his movements, and his frown seemed to lessen if only a bit as he relaxed. His muscles ached every day since the little Uchiha showed up at his doorstep, since the day he performed his cursed seal on the ignorant, power-hungry boy. Promises of power easily manipulated the sharigan user as he was slowly wrought him into the idealistic form, shall the time come, as a new host.

How stupid.

Indeed he did train that boy with everything he had and knew; made him into the idealistic killing machine. But that training didn't come without a price. He was his property, he would kill without hesitation whenever he commanded it, his perfect little puppet, easily manipulated with half promises that only got him so far until his leash stopped him from going any further.

And soon, very soon, his puppet would help annihilate everything he came to loath and maliciously spit upon its name whenever it was mentioned.

Soon...very soon.

A small smirk played across his hard features,

As reward, Uchiha would claim the pure blossom, untouched by human hands as it lay innocently on top of the tree named Konoha, watching as other flowers were plucked off by greedy hands.

A cold chuckle escaped his thin, cracked lips, his yellow eyes dancing with animosity,

Let's see how well he handles the seal this time.

The rain pelted down relentlessly on the summer afternoon. Many people were scurrying around, trying to find shelter from it. Sasuke only coldly smirked maliciously as he walked down the middle of the street shrouded in his dark cloak.

The Water Village was not far from Konoha, perhaps a day away at most. There was the real target, but for now he needed to take out some frustrations on this unsuspecting village, and so he pulled out a handful of kunai and let them loose onto a group of children walking home from school.

Sasuke maliciously smirked as he witnessed each kid fall to the ground one-by-one with blood spewing forth from their severed necks,

They should've looked both ways before crossing the street he mused as he continued his brutal onslaught upon the horrified on-lookers.

Naruto winced in pain as did his sparring partner, Gaara, who came in with Aleia a day before.

"Stop!" he held out an arm towards Gaara, as he tried to figure out how that pain came about. It was sudden and very painful, but it left just as suddenly as it had came.

What the hell was that?

Gaara stood a few feet away examining the confused fox. Naruto was never one to halt a sparing session, especially when he was winning,

"Naruto, are you okay?" His concerned voice broke Naruto from his trance, and without a word, left Gaara in the middle of the field to go find Sakura, surely she'd know what he had felt.