Omgosh, its been so long since I've written on this story but I just felt like writing on it today for some odd reason, maybe its because I haven't written on a Naruto Fanfiction in so long. Anyway I've been feeling guilty because I have 13 people on alert for this story and I really want them to get the story they are waiting for so I hope you all enjoy this. Thanks for the many reviews I have received from all of you because they mean so much to me and sorry this took so long. I have NOT edited or reread this in anyway so the mistakes are probably huge and if anyone wants to beta just the chapter or take it and edit it then message it to me I would be forever grateful, it you are interested just say so in your review or message me. Thankx and enjoy:

Chapter Six

The hunger for vengeance

On this day there was nothing but the sounds of mourning as the dark skied rained down, sending cold blasts of air swiping through the village. It was a miserable day for all, but not because of the rain, because on this very day a most treasured member of Konoha was being buried in the ground. A space had been made for her in the Konoha cemetery, a place filled with tombstones, most graves here were of ninja killed on missions and many were empty. For not many made it home to insure their bodies were buried here, instead there was nothing but a tombstone in the ground. The soft ground was turning to mud under the feet of many people as they gathered around a fresh grave, sobbing. As Tsunade spoke a few prayers for her departed assistant, no one was really listening to the words. They were too engulfed in the tears mixing in with the falling rain.

Some who didn't even know Shizune were here, though they only knew her name, any one who had been a doctor such as she deserved their said goodbyes. Though truthfully she wouldn't have wanted all this mourning, the people couldn't help it. Unless she suddenly appeared out of the sky and told them to stop crying, their tears would not cease. Everyone was so overwhelmed that they hardly noticed an unfamiliar figure mixing in with the crowd. His trembling figure was covered by a cloak as dark as the night and you would have expected him to be an evil villain if he had not held the shaking hand of a silver haired girl.

Moroyke clung tightly to her father, squeezing his hand as though it might bring her mother back if only she crushed it, but nothing could perform such a miracle. It was so hard for her to grasp that she would never see her mothers smiling face again, instead the only memory she had left of her was that last night her father had come home. She had been happy that day, but she had not known that she would be waking up to an empty house. Hours later Tsunade and a few others had come with the horrible, heart breaking news, her mother was dead. At first she had shook their head and refused to believe them, crying out her mothers name, until her cries were replaced by sobs. The death of her mother was not something an innocent child like herself could endure and if it wasn't for her father being with her right now she probably would have died to. Now they only had each other to hold onto, no Shizune to keep the family glued together.

Kabuto didn't bother wiping the raindrops of the rim of his glasses, it didn't matter to him. His entire body felt weak and tired, his throat burning as though there was something stuck in it. He could feel his daughter shaking as her tiny hand squeezed his. It made him feel so helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do to calm her sobbing. Mere words could not undue what had just become of his wife. Guilt had dug its way into him so much that he had realized the horrible truth. If he had not left last night, Shizune would have taken the day off and then this terrorizing event would not be taking place. If only he had cared for his own family a little more, they would still be happy instead of one member short. If only he had thought of someone other than himself, but it must have been a trait he picked up from his master. As hard as it was for him to admit, in many ways he was becoming much like Orochimaru and even his own daughter might have to quiver under his power someday, that was if he lived to receive it. Standing in front of this grave was making him wonder if he could go on living with this miserable guilt and sadness.

His heart had been torn to pieces, leaving him broken and bleeding. He did not here the words said as Tsunade dismissed the mourners and everyone headed back into the warm houses for a day of silence, instead he and Moroyke were left in the empty cemetery. She did not whine or complain about the rain, instead she was acting as grown up as she could, trying her best to hold back the powerful sobs. However, it was impossible to fight herself, for she could not stop the tears streaming down her face as her walls of happiness were torn down forever. It was obvious that Kabuto wanted to tell her how sorry he was, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Kabuto," he looked up slowly as someone said his voice barely managing the strength to do so," I'll take Moroyke with me." It was Tsunade, holding out her hand to the quietly sobbing girl. Kabuto sent a confused look to his daughter and then stared back at Tsunade as though afraid to give his daughter up. Nevertheless, he gave in and let go of her hand only to see her run to Tsunade, hugging the woman as she continued to weep. The doctor gave the cowering girl a warm smile, like the ones Shizune used to have and began leading her out of the cold cemetery. Kabuto did not follow them as they left, for he had no business returning to Konoha, this was not his home. He no longer had any reason to be here for Shizune was dead and Tsunade could watch out for Moroyke until he figured out what to do with her. His only option now was to return home and lock himself away in his room. No matter what the others said, he wasn't going to take orders from anyone today; he didn't care how angry they got.

He knew that Tayuya would probably have the situation figured out before he could hide it but that didn't matter anyone, he didn’t care if everyone knew he had a daughter and had been married to a Konoha doctor. They couldn't do anything more to him, no one could rob him of anything he had not already lost, except Moroyke of course. Yet there was doubt in his head and he began to believe she would never forgive him, deciding that maybe it was better if she forgot he was ever her father.

Letting a long sigh leave his lips, he decided it was time to head back to the sound village, for the long walk might do him some good. Staying here would only make him feel worse and he didn't need that pain. Whispering the words of "Goodbye," he turned and left all that was left of his happy family behind, turning his back on the ecstasy of light he had once held in his hands. His boots sunk into the mud as he walked, splashing cold rainwater unto his pants but it was easy to ignore the chilling feeling creeping up his legs. The burning in his heart was only thing he could feel, and it was the only thing he couldn’t escape either.

Walking down the muddied street, he was so absorbed in his own world of misery and disappear he did not hear someone crying out for help in the alley ahead of him, instead his eyes never left the ground. There was the sound of something being banged against a walls and trash cans rattling but it only flowed in one ear and out the other.

"HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE!" That voice, however, was enough to send shivers down his spine, it seemed so familiar to him. It sounded so much like her that it was able to fool him into believing its owner was Shizune, but she was dead. He couldn't just turn and walk away when he was certain the voice he was hearing was the one belonging to his wife. So instead of turning the other cheek and ignoring the crying woman, he turned his back to see why she had called out so helplessly.

"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP ME!" a trembling woman cried as her body was thrown against the side wall, sending waves of pain up her spine as she sunk into the shadows, at the mercy of her attacker. Streaks of blonde haired poured over her face as she sunk down into the shadows, her screams ceasing.

Kabuto was suddenly furious that he had been so stupid to believe it could be Shizune and he was about to turn again and leave her to suffer when someone else came into his view. This new enemy sent chills throw him, making his body freeze on the spot as the man's eyes met his. It was him, the man in the picture Tsunade had showed him. This was the dirty criminal that had robbed his wife of her LIFE! Those animal like eyes were unmistakable and the rancid smell of death and decay clinging to his battered body was overwhelming. This man was wanted in three different villages, for he had already murdered quite a few in his life time. He was a renegade on the loose, out for nothing but cold blood. Obviously the woman who had called for help had been his next victim and Kabuto had come in at just the right time.

His fear was being replaced with fury and rage, making his eyes burn as his knuckles cracked. This was the very dirt that had robbed him of his happiness, Shizune's blood was on this man's hands and he wanted him to pay. He wasn't doing this for the woman that was groaning in the corner, he wasn't doing this for the people this man might try and kill in the future, he was doing this for himself. Malevolence swarmed in his head as he began to imagine his hands around that mans throat. He wanted him to suffer just as Shizune had, and until he was pleased, he was going to rip every bone out of this killers body until he screamed for mercy.

Taking in deep breaths of air, body trembling with rage he yelled into the rain pour," I am going to KILL YOU!" And that was no lie.

Sorry this is so short but I'm a really busy person (trust me) so time is short. Hope you enjoyed it even though there were so many mistakes and I hope you'll drop a humble review. Thankx for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read my little story.

- ANNIE