Demonshadows: I've decided to make a one shot. If I get enough reviews I'll turn it into a full fledge story and solemnly swear to make and finish this story. I have always wanted to make a story like this but I've never had a finishing line. Now I do.

Chapter 1: The musings of a Murderer

The lines between good and evil have crossed. Where in the code of ninja does it say that civilians who know nothing about war, deception, loss and insanity should be in control of a ninja village? I might've missed that day of school but I didn't need a book to pull out a knife from my back. I am a human sacrifice. The last of my kind. Born from hell and brimstone, my life has been decided to be one of hate and pity. When I was fourteen I graduated from the ninja academy. It was my hell. Being stupid is a choice not a lifestyle. I had to be to continue living. Even I knew that. Without the ability to defend myself I hid in any hole I could. Using a smile as my barrier.

I made a friend. He was not one to give pity and I found that it was better to feel a rivalry instead of an egotistical jack ass. We fought but it made us strong. Strong in a way where we couldn't in all honesty be touched by the outside worlds voice. Its judgmental point of view, its fist of its hate of difference. We were brothers. However we continued to fight. My strength made him jealous. His strength made me weary. I knew he coveted power but I couldn't sacrifice my strength for egotistical pride.

It was after the chunin exam he ran for power. Cowering under the skirt of a snake. We chased him down. We killed five who would deny us the right to save his life for his petty want to kill his brother. I guess people love not reading the other persons story but I knew it all. I know better the human mind then the Yamanaka family. Humans no matter what their goal or their reasons will always find a way to use human's lives for the coin to buy false peace. I knew Itachi's story, I knew Suaske's story, I know the villages story. Overrun by corrupt Politians, the cry and want of the crowd, and worst of all the weakness of the Shinobi Council. I trusted the five who came with me. Shikamaru, Neji, Choji, Kiba and Lee. They handled and killed those of greater skill. I however got stuck with my brother, not by choice…. Well not my choice.

The council knew of the snakes ambition from the man known as Danzo. His root crept into the night and brought back information of this whole "kidnapping". They brought Suaske into the loop. Offered him power that only the snake could provide. In exchange they told him to kill me. How do I know this? He's rambling right now about the entire plan. "Cue evil laugh". MUWAHAHAhA. Yep he's a douche. I hate how evil villains do that! they do this entire thing and wham. They spill the beans. A whole lifetime of planning and waiting and they just say their plan in ten minutes of fighting. I didn't even ask why. One second Chidori through the chest. Next he's spilling the beans. Rasengan…. A terrible Jutsu of great power… is shitty compared to a lightning jutsu I mean come on he just flayed me. Whatever he's done laughing time to put on my game face. Kyuubi is helpful when you wanna take of the kiddy gloves. He just slips on one rejuvenation glove that heals my body. The other he gives me a pat on the back and says "go for it". I smirk in agreement.

His laugh fades as he senses my power. The scent of fear fills my nose. The look of distress gives me, a predator the rush it needs. I know what he's thinking "wait, no, how can this be, that's the strongest move I have!" Yeah that's what every villain says after the the other guys stands up and proclaims that love or some other crap helped him. Truthfully I said "Fuck you". Next thing he knows he's being strangled. His back on the ground flailing at my face with those bag lady claws his second stage gives him. I laugh at how simple this is. Why didn't anyone figure out that instead of using an all mighty, Chakra draining jutsu. Just strangle the life out of them. Use your god damn hands that your god has given you and fucking throttle the life out of your enemy. God it's fucking exhilarating. He's getting weaker. His eyes fill with hate and a mixture of fear. The scent of piss mixes with his fear. Suddenly there was no Suaske. He was gone. His body a cruel mutation of a boy corrupted by old men. I stood. He fell. All I can here is the call. Ninja feel no pain, Ninja feel no love, Ninja feel no fear. Ninja…. Well I can't remember the rest but those three commandments were all I needed to live by. The sound of my comrades sandals interrupt my musings. I look down into the eyes of my dead brother, Kyuubi whispers "Murderers don't get to go home". One look into those eyes… I knew. I wasn't going home.

Demonshadows: hey i dont own anything but my ideas and stories.