Here's another drabble for the LJ community NarutoContest. Check it out if you can. This week the prompt is "creep". The story is set when Kakashi is still in ANBU, before he started teaching team 7.
He was the shadow of death, the silent executioner who could be purchased for a hefty price. He had trained long and hard to become what he was now.
Their death was silent and painless, one moment they were alive, the next their throat slit or a kunai through their heart or a senbon piercing them between the eyes.
Konoha's Copy Ninja, one of ANBU's finest, the man of a thousand jutsu and another thousand ways to kill silently, effortlessly. It was his job to murder. His hands were so stained with blood that he would never again be able to look at them without seeing the crimson of those slain by his hand.
At twenty two he was a prodigy, his unnatural gift of the Sharingan making him a strong asset to Konoha and he strove to make his village proud, and yet there was no way he hadn't come this far without losing something on the way.
He stood before his mirror, the night calm and still outside as he prepared to leave for another assassination mission. His face was covered as always, by both his black fabric mask and the white and red one with the emotionless animal face, mismatched eyes void of emotion staring back at him. He traced the slightly raised tattoo on his arm, the mark of the ANBU that proved his loyalty.
His path to this point had been anything but easy and would probably only get harder. He had lost everyone he cared about and was now a solitary creature, but he no longer minded being alone. It was his fate to creep through the night, a liquid shadow, a figment of the imagination.
Murder was his trade and he excelled in it.