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Guns Don't Kill

It seemed they only person who did not change was my best friend. Somehow I found it unnatural to call this man Uzumaki. I could truly only think of him as a few of my own titles. He too moved up at some point, held back for refusing if I believe. Much like he would be. I was meant to fell happy, as he rushed over to me, a toothy grin on his face. But I just felt sick.

Power was my goal in life, even as a child I would constantly seek to outdo this boy. Although I loved him deeply, I wanted to be better. But now I am sick. Very sick. Did I have nothing more to want then seek power over my own comrade? Maybe it was because of the demon fox, a tailed beast kept deep in Naruto's body. I had no reason to be.

My best friend was taken a way years ago because of that. We all got him back of course. When he returned to us something had changed though. We met with the Hokage. She told us, for some reason the blond no longer has the ability to turn let the beast control his body. Unless he wanted to die that is. It seemed to me, the men who had taken the love of my life forced the demon to grow inside of him. The blond was constantly in pain. With lots of pills.

I was knew I was loosing my mind as I smiled back. I still wanted to be more.

I believe actual war was declared as our enemy began weakening. This shocked many of us. Shocked some so bad, couldn't even move. I threw up. All this time, I was murdering men whom weren't out to do the same. I did not talk about it though. I just did as I was told, train more, learn to use new weapons, new ways to kill.

Naruto did though. He cried and yelled. He was never to good at ending someone's life. He had the skills. Great skills. Maybe even skills that surpass my own. But more often then not, he refused. A lot of trouble was given to him for that, constantly the worst assignments where pinned to his name, being forced to skip meals, the generals roared at him as well. But I never expected to find him beaten on the metal bathroom floor, coiled up under a liter of metallic blood.

I did all I could. He simply would not talk. I gave up as fat tears streamed down his bruised face. Instead, I curled my arms around him, resting him in my grasp. He did not refuse, leaning his face into my chest. I really did love him.

In no time at all my training was used against me. Me, along with many other fighters, filed onto the aircraft. My power with a sniper exceeded many others as I was awarded a helicopter. I, along with seven other have shared the space.

Two of which where snipers such as myself, though they where not nearly as good as me, two generals also boarded, controlling the plane was their main job.

My Commander was there too, usually telling us where and whom we should be shooting at. Haruno was said to be working in the back, creating bombs that would possibly blind the other side as well as wipe out any chakra being used.

The last person I also had yet to see, as I boarded.

Naruto's name was listed on the helicopter, which made me miserable beyond belief, but nonetheless, was nowhere is sight. I did not want him in this. This was dangerous. I tried to do whatever I could to prevent him from taking part. I wanted to break his legs, cut off his arms; I would have done anything to get him out of the kill zone. So I searched and searched. I ran so much that day. I ran until I found him. And yet, I still could not get to him. I don't believe I ever exchanged words with such a high ranked officer. But there he was, a small smile on his face, conversing with the man. I wanted to scream, rip apart the wall and murder everyone, but I did not. Instead I did something much worse. I left, and did not say a word.

Before long, I was killing. And for some reason it did not feel the same to shoot the man with teary eyes aiming at me, as it did when he fell silently, without even the possibility of success. It seemed, as the helicopter did a dip, my gun piercing a hole through nine men; the possibility of success is a much worse feeling then clear defeat.

I did not like the thing in my hands. I could not stand the way it would ruin a person's soul, the biggest part of any human, then only give me a recoil. I deserve more then that. At least rip off my arms, tear open my stomach, do at least, something important. It makes a life seem to be the equivalent to a backwards leap. That idea did not make me feel any better.

Is this what I though power was? This is not power. This is disgusting. People like me; knowing absolutely nothing, falling to the ground, spewing blood like animals. And it yet they seam more human then I am. The helicopter swoops down again, as twenty more fall off their feet. I could understand the person I killed before when I was young. I saw what they wanted and why it was wrong. I cannot do that anymore. All I see in these people is me. And I do not know what want either. I wonder if it's bad. I have a feeling it's bad.

My eye is taken of the man; helplessly defending himself under the lens of my gun, as a shriek is echoed through my aircraft. I turn to face the shrill girl, her mouth being forced closed by my Commander and a general, both men trying to muzzle her, forcing her to the ground. She looks at me with tear-filled eyes, a terrified expression painted on her face.

"They took him!" She manages to screech before my Commander punches her down, grabbing his gun, he pins it to her forehead. Something she had been self-conscious about since I met her.

I still don't understand what it is that has gotten her so upset, but I doubt it's worth her life, so I shake my head, silently telling her to behave. Her emerald eyes widen, as she turns to face the gun to her right.

The general sighed, waiting for the girl to follow behind him, back to her station. But she pays no mind to him, as she begins shaking. I start to wonder if she is sick, because it is un-normal for someone to look as wild as she did and not be diseased. Perhaps something spread through the mouth, but I don't ask.

I want to look away, get back to my game, but her eyes insist other wise. I watched the way her throat tightened and eye's popped. Before I could silence her she screamed.

"They took Naruto! They're going to use his-" I watched speechlessly as her mouth fell open, her eyes dilated and head fell beside her as a fire of a gun echoed through the air.

My throat when dry as I watched the cherry liquid leak from her temples. A monster's pained howl shaking me until my eyes saw red.

A/N:Thanks everyone for reading this far! Sorry for the late update! Promise to update real soon and reviews as usual mean sooo much to me!

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