TW: blood and gore! violence! murder! mentions of sexual assault and sexual abuse! mentions of sex trafficking! DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT COMFORTABLE. I warned you, don't you dare report.

A/N: this is honestly js Naruto's mission so it's kinda filler you don't have to read this, nothing important happens. Anyways if you do read it js make sure to comment!!

Naruto's pov

The overall mission wasn't difficult, but this fucking bastard was slippery and was always around people. It didn't help that most of the people he was around were kids and I don't want them to be involved in this. I know they're already traumatized and I really don't want to make things worse.

Right now, it was the middle of the night, so Kurotori was either asleep or in the play room, as he liked to call it. It's been two fucking days. I should've just killed him as soon as I saw him, but it was too much of an inconvenience to do so. I wanted to do it slow too, really drag it out so l'd feel better, and I couldn't do that either with people around.

I moved silently through the shadows, my ANBU mask securely in place. Kurotori's mansion was a maze, filled with rooms that echoed with the silent cries of the children he had taken. That's another part of the reason it's taken me so long. I don't think I'm going to be caught, but there's always a chance so I'd rather be cautious.

Each step I took, I could almost hear their whispers, begging for rescue. I tightened my grip on my kunai, the anger boiling within me.

The hallway was dimly lit, but my eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness. I approached the door to the playroom cautiously, listening for any signs of movement inside. My heart pounded in my chest, the anticipation of finally getting my hands on this prick pushing me. I wanted to hear him scream for mercy just like I know the kids have been. I want to give him hope just to watch it dissipate. I want to be the last face he sees before the life drains from his eyes.

A soft laugh came from inside the room, and my blood ran cold. I knew that laugh; it was the same one the villagers would crack each time they were finally able to catch me. Like everything was a fucking game to them.

I peeked through the slight crack in the door, my muscles tensing at the sight before me. Kurotori was alone, sitting at a small table with a single candle illuminating his grotesque smile.

The room was filled with toys and scattered drawings, a mockery of the innocence that had been stolen from the children. He sat there with a little boy at his feet, a collar and chain around his neck. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I wanted to flip the fuck out and burst into the room to slit his throat open right now, but I refrained from doing so.

I pushed the door open quietly, slipping inside the darkness, steeling my nerves. These missions make me feel better, but being in these sorts of positions make the memories all that much worse and I have to try harder not to break down and lose my mind.

Kurotori looked up, surprise flickering across his face before he composed himself. "Ah, so you've finally come," he said, his voice dripping with false charm. "I was wondering when you'd show. I had a feeling someone was lurking in the shadows like a dog."

I didn't respond, words were wasted on him. I kept my calm, strolling closer to him. As expected, after I took my first step, shinobi emerged from the shadows, standing in front of him.

I smiled under the mask. I just love when this happens.

"Nice try, this is the best money could buy. You don't seriously think I'd be in this business if I didn't have the right people protecting my life?", he taunted.

The best money could buy might be an exaggeration. Because the last time I checked, I was the best, I am the best. Only, money can't buy me. Maybe that's why he excluded me. Has he not heard of me? I'm pretty popular, if I do say so myself, which I do, because I just did.

I took another step and he started laughing. "Go ahead. You're from the leaf, aren't you? I recognize your mask. I'll be sure to send it back to that bastard Hokage after my boys are done with you. Hey!" He suddenly sat up in his chair, an excited look on his face.

"Speaking of which! Do you know the Hokage's son? Little blond boy? Of course you do, everyone does, especially after what happened. Tell me, is he still as attractive as he was when he was younger, or has he grown out of it?"

...

What?

He leaned back in his seat, a perverted smile creeping on his lips. "Well? Answer! Fuck... I should've taken him when he was younger... From what I heard, he was a damn good lay... do you know how much money I could've made off of him?! Fuck! Just thinking about it gets me hot... those perfect blue eyes..."

Something clicked in my brain and I stopped caring for the logistics of everything.

I stepped forward, drawing my katana. As predicted, his hired help charged at me, their hands flying to complete their jutsus. Those were the first to go. The loud thumps from their hands hitting the floor silenced the room but it was only momentary after they realized what happened. The screams of the two men engulfed us but it didn't faze me. More people appeared, a result of the men's screams.

One by one, I took my time dismembering them, my katana covered in their blood by the time I was finished.

The result of their failed jutsus left the room tattered, the paintings and toys of the kids blown to bits. The only thing left was the gurgles of the people who somehow managed to survive everything. There were only a couple of them who were barely holding on. I have such a weird love-hate relationship with stubborn people who refuse to die. It makes them more fun to kill in the end, but it's also so irritating.

I noticed that Kurotori was slowly inching away so I pulled a needle from my waistband, focusing Kurama's chakra into it and launching it into his leg. He tumbled over almost instantly. Kurama's chakra is almost impossible to handle for a normal person, even I had trouble controlling it all until a couple of years ago. Having his chakra inside of you feels like your skin is being torn apart, regenerated, and shred away again all at the same time. The pain is endless.

I pulled another one out, focusing more chakra in it, aiming it at his arm instead. I made sure to hit a muscle that connected right to his hand to make sure he couldn't cast a last minute jutsu. Well, unless he was like Sasuke and could cast them mostly one handed. I doubt it though, no one is like my Sasuke. I love him so much.

Seeing that Kurotori was mostly out of order, I focused on the kid who's chain was attached to the floor. As I approached him, he cowered in fear, begging me to let him go. It made my heart hurt, honestly. Why can't kids live normal lives and grow up without problems? It's because of fuck asses like Kurotori who ruin everything.

I redrew my katana and the boys wails increased as I crept closer. I didn't say anything— it's not in my habit to talk during solo missions unless I was alone with the person who was going to be killed.

I raised the blade, focusing chakra in the tip and he put his hands up in fear, making a poor attempt to cover himself. He flinched as the katana hit the floor, his hands moving from his face as he realized he was still alive.

I took a kunai from my pouch and crouched down next to him, putting my hand in between the thick leather collar and his neck. It was a tight fit but I pushed the kunai through, putting my hand against it so it wouldn't cut his neck. He was shaking and he felt the movement from me sawing through the material. A few drops of my blood leaked onto him, mixing with the blood of the others. I was pretty much cutting through my hand right now, the wound getting deeper as I tried to cut him free.

It hurt, obviously, but the pain was bearable. It brought back my sanity which I needed in order to take my time with Kurotori. When I made the final tug, the collar fell from around his neck. His hands shot up to feel for himself and he looked at me, a surprised look painting his teary face. New tears arose but I could tell they weren't tears of fear.

As he went to hug me, I grabbed him, lifting him up in my arms. He latched onto me as I walked to the door, opening it further. I set him down, using my good hand to make an attempt to wipe off the blood. He shook as I touched him, but it was nowhere near as bad as before. I wiped my hands on my pants in between times, trying to get him as clean as possible.

The entire time, he stared at me in awe and I smiled a little under the mask. When I was done, I raised a finger to where my mouth would be on my mask, shushing him. He nodded and I stood up, slowly closing the door and locking it.

I turned around to see Kurotori making a poor attempt to crawl to what seemed like a secret escape route. Of fucking course he has one of those, what did I expect? He didn't make it far as I made my way over to him, stepping on the bloodied corpses along the way.

As I approached him, he tried to appeal to me with the obvious answers. "Please I have a family." "I'll give you however much you want." "I'll do anything." "I'm sorry, spare me. I want to live, please." I don't fucking care.

I sat on his legs, his face to the floor. I pulled my needle out, stashing it inside a different pouch. I took a kunai from my waistband, using it to cut open his shirt.

The entire time, he was begging, crying, sobbing, throwing up, and pleading with me. Then he started shouting at me, saying that he was a good person and anyone would have done what he did in his shoes. Then when that didn't work, he started praying, begging for forgiveness and saying that if God let's him live, he'll change his ways and do better. It was honestly a work of art.

I ignored it all though, only thinking of how I should start.

Ideas flooded my brain but I couldn't settle on just one. There was no right way to deal with these kinds of people. I've always done something different for every one of them. It's usually been something I've thought about and wanted to try, but I'm genuinely blanking right now.

I guess I'll just start off with the basics and see where it takes me.

I took the same kunai, holding it tight, using my thumb and the blade to pinch the skin. As the blood started to draw, Kurotori lost his mind. He started calling me a sick, demented fuck, and it honestly hurt my feelings. I made sure not to go too deep, cutting only down to the dermis layer. As the skin peeled off, I shook it off my blade, letting it fall where he could see it. That made him start crying and start with the pleaded again.

I hummed a tune to drown him out, continuing my work.

After making a few spots on his back, I dug into my bag, grabbing a jar full of insects I borrowed from the Aburame family. I smiled as I took one out, it already squirming around in my fingers. I placed it over the wound and it immediately crawled into it. I didn't know what they would do so I only put one. I wanted to stretch this out as long as I could. I need to savor this.

Kurotori squirmed and I want to assume it was the work of the bug. I made a mental note so I could write it down later. I'm somewhat of a product tester for the Aburames; the head of the clan gives me new bugs, I test them on people and let them know what happens. It's not often, but I do enjoy whenever I do it.

I pulled needles from my pouch, engulfing them in Kurama's chakra as I pinned them in each of the pressure points on his back. Before I turned him over, I made sure to give him a nice massage, fracturing his vertebrae.

As I sat on his legs, he looked at me with eyes full of terror and devoid of emotion and I couldn't help but smile. This... I want this. This makes everything possible. Why he can't just stay like this forever.

I dragged my blade along his stomach, watching the skin separate as blood spilled out. It wasn't deep enough to kill him, just deep enough to hurt just the way it needed to. The deeper I cut, I swear I saw something crawling in there. Multiple something's. Did the bug multiply?? I made a mental note of that as well. I'll have to cut him open later to make sure.

I wasn't torturing him, honestly. I just wanted to do whatever I wanted so that I'll feel better. The things I do aren't necessarily the worst I could do, it's just what brought me the most joy.

I rubbed in the blood with my hand, grateful I wore gloves. Especially for what I had planned coming up.

I don't remember what he said but it pissed me off so I grabbed a spare kunai and stabbed him in the hand with it, pinning his hand to the floor.

I internally groaned as his screams filled the room. I forced his mouth open and Kurotami seemed to realize what was going to happen. I maneuvered my kunai inside his mouth, pulling out his tongue as he tried to bite me. It didn't work. I needed him to be still so I didn't fuck up and accidentally kill him. I've done this before, but it's easy to have them bleed to death.

I pulled the kunai through the muscle and blood filled his mouth. Using my chakra, I made a poor attempt to sear off the wound. Don't get me wrong, I was all for him bleeding everywhere, but I couldn't have him choking on his own blood so I had to at least lessen the amount.

With my newfound silence—that's a lie he was still loud as fuck, he just couldn't speak— I got back to work.

I used a blade to cut open his pants, my face turning in disgust as I saw his semi hard dick. I laughed to myself. I feel like the only reason people lust over kids is because they can't ever find real love, and they usually have small dicks, like Kurotori. I'm not saying all people with small dicks are child lovers, but as someone with very hands on experience in this field, I can definitely see a trend.

His eyes frosted over in fear as my idea finally reached him. I smiled as he made half assed tries to pull himself from under me but I wouldn't budge. I took another bug from the jar. The bug itself was a creepy little black worm thing, it was always squirming around and I hated touching them.

I lowered the bug near his penis and it happily found sanctuary in his urethra. Kurotori's hips shot up as the bug disappeared into the hole. I was originally planning on chopping his dick off and feeding it to him, but I decided that wasn't the best idea. I don't really know what to do with these bugs so I'll probably set his body on fire just to play it safe. I don't want to be the cause of a bug takeover.

I could see Kurotori's eyes shutting for good so I slapped his cheek a couple of times to wake him up. He shook his head no as he saw me, squeezing his eyes shut to try and avoid looking at me. That's no fun; I cut off his eyelids, forcing him to see me. He can't see me, but he better fucking see me. Not as the little boy who was defenseless against the adults, always the victim, but the boy who was over him, holding his life in his hands.

I wanted so badly to take off my mask and reveal myself, but I have a very strict policy against that exact thing for more reasons than one. For example, on the off chance this bitch was reanimated and I had to deal with him again, no.

To try and wake him up more, I ran the weapon along his neck, cutting hard enough too draw a significant amount of blood.

I yawned, my eyes squinting as the sun beamed into the room, illuminating all of the blood and carcasses that were scattered around the room. I stared at the man below me, his beady eyes staring at the ceiling, lifeless and terrified.

I shoved all my used weapons in the bag, tying it up and attaching it to my hip.

I got up and stretched, my legs sore from sitting on him all night. I was covered in blood, almost none of it my own. I fumbled around in my pocket for a match and just decided to say fuck it.

I never really do any of my own jutsus, it's too hard on my hands, but I guess I could spare them the attention this time.

I mumbled out the words to my jutsu, Eclipsing Ember, and watched as all the bodies burned a bright purple, crumbling into ash moments later.

The room was still covered in blood and I debated burning down the building entirely but decided against it. There's too much incriminating and valuable information here. I know Kurotori is dead, but he was likely in contact with other rings, and that information is important.

I opened the door to the room, expecting to just walk out and go home. What I was met with was entirely different. Dozens of kids were crowded around the door, ranging all sorts of ages, ethnicities and genders. At the front of the group was the little boy I saved earlier, still covered in the blood I tried so hard to clean off of him.

I really didn't know what they expected me to do, the aftermath wasn't really my duty. All I was told was to kill Kurotori, but I guess that kind of leaves it off at a bad place.

My dad normally sends someone after me to clean up and handle all of these things, but that person was nowhere to be found.

I internally groaned, closing the door behind me as I stepped out into the swarm of children.

They looked at me expectantly yet fearfully. They spread out as I walked through them but didn't hesitate to follow after me, stopping in their tracks whenever I looked back. I couldn't just leave them here, that'd ruin the entire seven hours I just spend making myself feel better.

That's how I ended up barely getting home four hours before the twins party started. I slept like I was dead for two whole hours before I had to get up to help.

To clarify, I got back to the village at around ten or eleven in the morning and the party started at four or five o'clock. The party wasn't even going to be at our house, I don't think. I don't know, I didn't get time to ask my dad because I went home and went to sleep.

Our house wasn't like the Uchiha compound, mostly because there weren't that many of us, so having a party that celebrated the start of the twins teen years as well as their newfound shinobi status couldn't be held in such a quaint setting. If I was the one planning, it would have been. But it wasn't me, it was my dad. Aka Mr Extravaganza.

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