Chapter One

She plunged her katana into the thief.

A stunned look appeared on his face as he saw the sword sticking out of his stomach.

He looked up at her.

Blood bubbled up from his gut, an endless torrent of sticky red liquid.

He sucked in a wheezing breath, falling to his knees, and choking on the blood now coming up his throat.

He coughed violently, doubling over, and knew death was not far away.

She turned her back on him, blue eyes emotionless, feeling nothing at the murder she had just committed, and walked away.

Her back was the last thing he saw as he collapsed on the ground and let death take him.

Hokage POV

Naruko appeared in a puff of smoke, blood splattered across her black uniform.

She stood at a stiff attention, waiting for my acknowledgement.

"He is dead?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

She nodded curtly.

"Good, very good." I said, leaning back in my chair. "He was giving us quite a bit of trouble, even if he was just a simple thief."

Naruko stayed silent.

"I will have another job ready for you soon, should you choose to stay here."

She once again gave no answer.

"You are dismissed. You will receive payment tomorrow."

She nodded once more, and disappeared in another puff of smoke.

I smirked.

I really was very lucky to have found her. She was such an efficient killer, and an extremely skilled ninja.

And as long as she got her pay, she was loyal, although I knew if someone else offered her more money she'd side with them.

She probably wouldn't stick around for much longer, though.

She didn't like staying in one place for too long, and she'd been here almost a month.

The reason she had stuck around so long was probably because she got payed so much.

Not that she needed money, though.

She was so skilled she could probably even steal from me and get away with it.

And that would be no small feat.

I was the one who had conquered both the Land of Earth and the Land of Wind. I was the great Raifuteika, the 'life taker,' the one who had single handedly killed so many people that my very name made even the bravest tremble in fear.

I was probably the most skilled fighter this world has ever seen.

So stealing from me was very tough.

Many had been caught in the act and made to die painful deaths because of it.

But Naruko was one of the most skilled ninjas I had ever seen.

She had never failed a mission, and had never sustained any injuries from them as far as I knew.

She killed without remorse, and was extremely good at it.

And she was, as far as I could tell, only in her teens.

There was no telling how powerful she would become.

Which was why I made her my ally.

I knew she might rival me in power one day, so I made sure she had no ill will towards me.

I couldn't, however, be exactly sure what her feelings were towards me.

She always wore a cloth mask covering the lower half of her face, and hardly ever spoke while in my presence.

However, there was only so much one person could do, and as far as I knew she had no allies, so I was not overly worried.

Naruko POV

I let my long blonde hair loose from it's pony tail, the fine silk-like threads falling almost to my waste.

I peeled off my mask, revealing my strange whisker marks, caused by the Kyubi being sealed in my stomach.

I shrugged off my shirt, letting it fall to floor, and did the same with my pants.

I threw them in the sink, and started scrubbing the blood stains.

The blood no longer bothered me.

It had, when I first started, I remember, but I had soon learned that it was easier to deal with if I closed off all emotion while dealing with it, and I had soon closed off all emotion when dealing with anything.

I can't remember what being happy feels like, or what it feels like to be sad.

I am an empty shell, devoid of all emotion.

Well, not all emotion.

I have a giant fur ball inside of me that has enough emotion for two people.

It is because of the Kyubi that I am as skilled as I am today.

When I was rejected by my village at a young age, he taught me how to fend for myself.

He taught me how to fight.

When everyone else abandoned me, he helped me.

Not that he really had a choice; if I die, he dies.

I do not harbor any ill feelings toward my old village.

I barely even remember it.

All I remember is people being scared of me, and me not knowing why.

I don't blame them.

They didn't understand, and it wasn't their fault no one explained to them that me and the Kyubi were seperate beings.

Finished washing, I dried my clothes with a quick jutsu and donned them once more.

I tied my hair up to its usual high ponytail and prepared for my daily training session.

A/N- So, how was it? I know it's kinda short, but I wanted to see if anybody liked the idea. Leave a review saying if you want me to continue this or not.