i rushed through the canopy of trees landing expertly in a clearing. I felt tired, but oh so free. This was life.

Finally I was out of the Fire country's territory. It took a few days and nights of nonstop running, but finally I made it. Well I was about 10km from the border, and into the land of earth because I was paranoid. Then again, I had every right to be. I probably have people tracking me as I speak.

To be honest I didn't know where I was heading, but knew I could find some mercenary jobs here in Iwagakure. I needed to decide quickly but first I needed rest.

The clearing was just big enough for my jutsu. I loved this jutsu, you could use it almost everywhere, that is if you were immortal like I have been since I was about nine years old.

"Doton- safe coffin" I muttered racing through the familiar hand signs.

The jutsu made a space 3m under ground into which I jumped without slightest hesitation. Earth covered me quickly creating a narrow space. The reason this jutsu isn't normally used is because while it is hard to detect and uses little chakra it's impossible to breath. thankfully I didn't need to breathe. I was used to sleeping underground. I used to do this when I got into a fight with my father. I was exhausted, but that was okay for , I had very little chakra left it would regenerate fast.

'Ah, the perks of Jashinism!' I prayed quickly spilling my own blood into the ominous symbol. As blood flowed freely from the lethal but thin cut on my neck I savored the feeling. Ending the ritual the wound started healing immediately. It wasn't enough I needed to sacrifice a human and soon. Those weak leaf nin weren't good enough. Besides, that was days ago.

I thought back to my first human sacrifice with a fond smile.

Flashback

It was nearing my ninth birthday when I realized something was very wrong. I had grown up with beliefs of pain and slaughter, but that was it. My father sacrificed an occasional animal and his own blood, which wasn't much but I could let it be for now. What upset me the most was my mother.

She preached and preached about something she didn't understand. I noticed my mom never participated in our rituals. It irked me to no end! How could she ? She was way worse then all the heathens in the this Jashin damned world.. simply because she knew better. How could she accept this way of life while knowing the joy of slaughter.

I decided to remind her of her foolish, foolish mistake. No one spits on the name of Jashin.

It started simply. I refused to take orders from her. Stating it was improper of me to follow orders from such a horrible follower. My dad got upset at first demanding respect, but soon realized I was right. One day after we sacrificed our blood to Jashin-sama father got upset.

"Wife!" his voice more demanding then I've ever heard. " It's time for you to pay your price for crimes committed against Jashin-sama and this family" Mother took a scared step back but the next moment father blocked the doorway of our sacrifice basement room.

"I will allow our daughter to judge your sins, it was her who found out about your traitorous ways." As he was turning he muttered " forgive me Jashin-sama for my blindness" Ignoring his wife's pleas he shut and locked the door. Finally leaving me alone with the traitorous woman.

"kukuku" I let out a small laugh.. "Time to play Kaa-chan" followed by more unhinged giggles I pounced.

Lashing out wildly with the scalpels still dripping with blood from our previous praying session. She was slow. So very very slow. This was literally child's play. Laughing madly as I kicked her in the abdomen sending her into a wall. I dashed forward drawing first blood, wounding her shoulder. I leaped back watching my mothers beautiful blood with curiosity and wonder. Expertly I gave it a lick startling myself with the wonderful sensation. I wanted, no I needed more and more. So I danced and played with her twirling around the now blood splattered room with joyous laughter.

I frowned so much blood.. I needed to pray. I had to sacrifice the urge so bad I nearly messed up the symbol in my excitement. I dragged the now begging woman onto the circle. She begged for an end to her pain? I would give her the end. I would send her away to rot. I was doing her a favor anyway. This much pain means an enormous amount of pleasure didn't it? And what did the ungrateful wench who had the gall to call herself my mother do with my gift of pain? She begged me to stop.

So I did right after I plunged my scalpel into her heart.

After this act of sacrifice I felt intense amounts of pleasure rack through my body. Jashin-sama was pleased.

Through this sacrifice I gained immortality.

Flashback end

I remember now how my father refused to speak to me for months. When he started to speak up it was basically just trash talk I had no patience for pointless arguments. On the day I spotted him reading a scroll about Kami and redemption.. I became an extremely happy orphan.

I smiled softly as I drifted of to sleep.

'Oh, sweet sweet memories.'