Ok, well, we have been writing memoirs in English class, and I have really taken a liking to the style of writing. So, I'm going to use it in this chapter, and you guys can tell me what you think. Of course it's going to be in Naruto's POV because, he's the main character ^.^

Disclaimer: Do NOT own Naruto, saddely. Because I know we all want to lock at least one of the characters in our room.

Chapter 8 Stop for a Blood Bath

His blood felt great. The metallic taste, the rich smell and deep color had a calming effect. My monster may have been repressed, but it looks like I had developed part of me into one. And that part would never go away. It made me laugh! My dark chuckles sounded throughout the small clearing.

The pink-headed moron stood cowering behind that stuck up Uchiha. I had a deep hatred for there clan, and I didn't even know why. It felt good, that hate. Was it right to hate just because some part of you told you too and there didn't seem to be a reason? Who cares? Not me.

That white haired scarecrow stood there, not nearly as horrified as his two students. He had obviously seen carnage close or at least seen it before this event. But still horrified none the less. A child such as me killing like that? You would barely get what I had done from an s-ranked criminal. But, what did you expect, from someone who housed a demon and had developed into one himself?

I glanced over at Anko; the crazy psychopath just stood their nonchalant, leaning against a tree. Why was she not scared? She should fear me! She irked me to no end. She wasn't scared of me, and continued to taunt me merciously. Bitch.

"You know, you didn't have to stain the whole clearing with their blood." Anko said passively.

"I'm sorry, next time I'll make sure it goes only on you." I sneered.

Anko's eye twitched, and I snickered at her.

"Well, as nice as this conversation is… we should probably get going," Kakashi said, his voice slightly wavering, before it steadied out.

"Whatever." I muttered darkly, staring at my carnage.

The entire clearing was stained red. Could I be considered an artist? It looked like a masterpiece. A monster's masterpiece. The ultimate canvas, an entire clearing. The ultimate paint, blood of my enemies. How I loved the idea.

Slowly, the two weaklings gathered their bearings, but didn't say anything. I loved their fear. They would not approach me, they would not comment. They were nothing but puppets, there fear their puppeteers. I smirked.

We had been walking along; Uchiha was in front, followed by the pink head. Our client, a stupid drunk by the name of tazuna, was behind him, with Anko and kakashi on either side of him. And me heading up the rear.

I had been perfectly lost in my thoughts, when a pair of dumbasses jump out of a puddle. There plan was a load of shit from the start, everyone but the pink headed moron noticed that it was obviously a trap. It hadn't rained in quite some time. Some of the grass was even parched looking.

They called themselves "The Demon Brothers." What a joke! They didn't even know the meaning of the word. I showed them. Oh, did I show them!

They jumped out, and immediately destroyed kakashi. Breaking him with there chain. I almost smirked at his pathetic ness, when I realized he had used a substitution.

"One down, four to go." The one had spoke, before the other one did the same to Anko.

She had also used substitution. The two genin stood paralyzed, but I saw the look of realization on the uchiha's, he probably would have attacked if I hadn't stepped in.

"The demon brothers are going to destroy you!" The other one had called out.

"Demon?" I scoffed.

"Yes, you brat, in fact, you can be next!"

"Not likely. You pathetic fools don't deserve the name. You're giving me a bad name." I responded, half growling.

I wanted them to see a real demons power, so I brought fourth some of kyuubi's chakra, and created several dozen chakra coil clones.

I gazed maliciously at the two shinobi. They took on looks of fear. There before them stood two dozen, red chakra coils that had the nine tailed fox's face in a hazy shape in the middle of them.

At once, they all jumped at the two, forcing the chakra into there systems, the overall result was the two meat sacks writhing in pain while standing up, then there bodies completely exploding, the chakra still attacking there remains, so they too where separated into tiny bits. The entire place was covered in the remains, but you could not even tell from what.

Anko and kakashi appeared a moment later from there spots in the trees. The old drunk looked like he had just stared death in the face and would never recover. He probably wouldn't. Pathetic fool.

We continued on, the genin and drunk staying clear of me. I didn't blame them. I was relishing in this feeling, when we finally made it to a boat that would take us through the final leg of our journey.

Before we made it though, some fool with a giant ass sword blocked the path.

"Well, well, if it isn't the bastards who toke out the demon brothers." The man said; his voice not sounding impressed.

He looked like a better opponent then those pathetic excuses of shinobi.

"Zabuza Momochi, Demon of the Mist."

Demon of the mist, eh? At least he looked more deserving of the name.

"And you must be Kakashi Hatake, the copy cat." He sneered

"Why is he called 'Demon of the Mist?'" Haruno asked quietly, but still heard.

"Because by the time I was your age… I had already committed a massacre!"

Now that caught my attention. At our age, he had committed a massacre. Maybe he was like me? Did he have a demon inside of him too? I know there is others out there like me, I just have yet to meet them.

This thought was cast aside though, when I heard Kyuubi scoff in the back of my mind, along with a snickered;

"Dumb ass brat."

"A… Massacre?" The Uchiha boy asked.

"Yes, the mist had a tradition, that the graduating class would have a fight to the death with one of there classmates. Whoever was left alive, graduated. Until one day, a boy, not even recognized to graduate, killed the entire graduating class in one brutal slaughter." Kakashi explained.

I felt my blood pressure increase. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. He was worthy of the name Demon! To have killed like that so young made him a demon. He would never beat me though, for I was the genuine thing. And nothing could surpass the real thing. No cheap imitation would win.

Ok peoples! That's it for now, I'm sorry it's so short…. But it's at least longer than the last chapter. I just don't have the attention span for much more than that. Ok, remember to tell me whether you prefer this or the other way better! Thankies