AN: This is set in Naruto pre Shippuden as there was a far stricter and more realistic format to the show in its formula that I feel Shippuden just did away with in many regards and not for the better. So, this story is set in that time period but time will advance. I give thanks to the Lord as He gave me a dream that started this story. So. I hope you all enjoy it and I will see you next time.

Chapter 1

"Do you think you know shame, young one?" The old man's voice was deep and resounded through the halls of the cave, "Well, let me tell you a tale of how shame massacred an entire clan. It started when a young man gave into his temptations and he indulged in all manner of lurid and deviant behavior growing and growing all the more perverse the more he kept his eye on them. His father found him out in these affections and was repulsed by them. For his son had kept the veneer of one who is wholesome, true, and pure. But thinking his father would come to understand this part of himself, the young son was not worried. However, his affections grew darker and even more twisted with time.

Then came the day of his coronation as Daimyo over all which his father had so diligently worked and slaved for, the culmination of fourteen generations of careful tending. A whisper had come to the old man's ear and in revulsion, anger, and dread, he set himself to discover the truth of this rumor. His son heard this same whisper and saw his father start to head towards the great house. His son was already a master swordsman having trained under the very best teachers in all the land and so he endeavored to protect his secret, to cover his shame. He headed after his father at a hurried pace.

His father had a creeping dark feeling of the threat that was looming behind him and so he rang the bell rapidly and screamed out, "Guards, guards! To me!"

Immediately the family's finest swordsmen and shinobi all came forward immediately to protect their master and just as soon as they appeared,the impassioned sun began to slay them and fend them off. Stroke by stroke he blocked and slashed, laying their throats open, but in dread he saw his father head quickly up the steps to the royal bedrooms where he knew he couldn't risk his great shame being discovered. He formed a hand-sign and in the far off distance of the estate, his loyal soldiers came to his aid. For he had fooled them all by having them believe in his pure and docile nature and so if ever this young lord was to ever raise his sword, surely, they believed he struck with noble reason, as never had he so much had uttered an undignified word in their hearing.

They rushed to defend him and found themselves face to face with what remained of the house-guard. They were trying to make sense of this but came to the conclusion there must be some coup transpiring at that very moment and so they dedicated themselves to be embattled to protect their young lord who'd they'd been sworn to since his birth. The young lord found his father ascending the steps of the final flight of stairs and with a devastating two slashed, cut off his father's hands and with a final flick of his blade cut his father's throat open. The old man grasped his throat as blood spewed all over the steps as he lost his balance and fell to the main hall down below.

The young saw his father slowly crawling towards something and with a false cry of concern cried out, "Father!" He landed beside the body and saw that his father was , to the young lord's shame he saw that his father had activated the family shrine. The spirit flowed out of his father and indeed out of all the fallen of both guards and family who had died in the ensuing carnage. The young lord saw the spirits of his family looking upon him in a line and then they turned and walked out the door. The spirits, indeed, those who had been family in this life had been thoughtlessly sacrificed and now their protection was gone. However, his father's spirit split himself and so he entered into a sword and into the body of one of his chief advisors.

Immediately the fighting ceased and they all looked upon the sullied young lord for the spirit of his father had told all to his advisor. The advisor rushed forward in rage, yelling, "Kill him! Kill him! He is not worthy of our house!"

The young lord's protector jumped in front of the advisor and grabbing the spirit-imbued sword he said, "No, I will not let you kill him!"

The young lord ever shrewd with his words, "Indeed, you need not kill me." What else was said in that moment was lost to history. But all that was known afterward was just as the young lord thought he'd spared his own life, upon his recommendation to sell the sword or get some manner of great worth out of it s sale to give to the people as it was an ancestral sword of great value, the spirit within the sword possessed the protector and he hissed, "How about I do that?"

He held the blade's point to the young lord's eye."

"What happened afterward?" asked a voice, eager with anticipation..

The old man smiled, "That is a story for another time. It is time to wake up."

Immediately and with a gasp, Neji sat upright in bed. The dream was so very real, so amazingly real he was speechless for a time.