Well I should probably be updating my other stories, but this plot bunny was hammering a nail into my head and my muse was screaming in my ear. (My friend told me to call the humane society but the bunny was so cute I couldn't be that heartless.) So here it is. I think it will be only be a one-shot but if you guys like it review and tell me what you think. If you want to know if and when I write more (it will probably be about an OC of mine that I am dyeing to write about. It will actually have a plot other than her lamenting on what it means to be a shinobi.) I can either PM you or follow this story

Discaimer: I obviously don't own Naruto. XD

I have been called many things: A tool, a weapon, a puppet, a monster.

Trained from early childhood to kill, to be void of emotion, to abandon friends on the battlefield. Shinobi must always follow orders without question. To commit the crime, the sin, the murder. All without asking: Why? Will someone miss them? Will their loved ones weep for them? Do they have a family, or are they just like me; a tool controlled by a greater force for one purpose: to kill.

Shinobi rule number twenty-five states "A Shinobi must never shed tears" but can a child do that after watching a close friend bleed out while they stand not knowing what to do? After all they are children.

Sometimes when I was young I would ask those questions as I heard the sound of flesh ripping beneath my blade and smelled the all too familiar scent of fresh blood.
Is this who I am? A puppet, a tool, a murderer. Is this who I want to be? Why did I choose this life?

Some say I was a child prodigy, able to kill without remorse, able to complete the mission no matter what. Shinobi are taught to kill heartlessly, never shed tears, show no emotion, always obey orders and to never ask questions, but every time I see the life flow from the eyes of my victim and see the blood spill dying the ground red, a part of me breaks. Ripping open an old wound. A wound long forgotten.

I chose this way of life and I will stay by my decision. Those I new and loved may be gone but they will live on inside of me. I will change this world and strive to be better.

Am I naïve to think 'Maybe there really is such a thing as peace'.

I hope you liked it.

~ The wonderful Elivira