(A/N.. This is a work of 2 authors – ME and WhiteLiliesWithAScar. She posted this story too under her account so review for me only! I was kidding! Hope you enjoy the story! I'm not really sure what genre is this but I'm putting it under Manga( she put hers in Fantasy-which it is also) Enjoy. Will update when I find the paper with Chapter 3 inside. Don't tell the other author I lost the paper.)

CHAPTER 1

A blinding flash appeared in front of his eyes. Soon three daggers were shooting to his direction the moment his eyes grew accustomed with his surroundings. He jumped to the left and managed to evade with just a small cut on his right cheek but before his hands touched the floor, five more daggers came shooting at him again. Angry, he swore under his breath before placing his palm on the floor to push him up again. He narrowly missed the daggers by twisting his body into an arc over the five daggers below him. He landed on the floor.

"Oh no," he muttered, a palm placed on his right cheek.

He looked at the red blood.

"Blood… it's been so long…So long… since I've seen you…"

Another five daggers headed towards him. He evaded once more. Unfortunately for him, he had failed to avoid the last one. It pierced through his right leg. He let out a shout of pain and anger. Suddenly, the glove on his right burned into ashes.

"Argh...No… Cannot…stop…"

His eyes slowly turned red. As red as the blood from the wound and as red as the sunset. He felt his soul slowly slip away, only to be taken over by another one, another person not he himself. He faced downwards clutching his shirt tightly, panting slightly.

"Stop it…don't come out now…not now."

He gritted his teeth ignoring the pain searing through his entire being but it was too late. His dark hair grew longer, till it reached the ground and stopped. His hands clutched the earth, clenching it in his fist. He screamed in pan and suddenly stopped. All movements of torment stopped. The boy no longer seemed himself. He got up, his eyes covered by his reddish-blackish hair and his face was plastered with a sickening smile. He laughed a little as he took out a little blade that resembled a kunai (Kunai-A dagger used by ninjas.) and started playing with it. He stared at his killer mocking his surprised look on his face.

"Who are you?" his killer asked.

It was years ago since the last of his…that boy's…kind was killed. How … how did he survive?

"The same person you want to kill…"

Those words were growled out. A sinister smile was plastered across his face. His newly grown claws were glistening in the sun rays.

"But now…it's all changed…I'm going to kill you…"

Several kunai-looking blades were flying at the boy's direction. But he was too fast for them. He evaded them easily. His killer was startled at how swift he was. It was obvious his speed had increased. He was so fast that when he was evading the kunais, he was just a blur. The killer turned around looking for the boy. Nobody was around when… "Up here!"

The killer's eyes stared upwards to find the boy right above him heading downwards with his hands held up high. The claws on his hands gave a shiny gleam under the moonlight. His maroon hair was floating all around his face. To the killer, the hair was like a red sky- an omen of death… his death. The killer tried to block the boy from his sight with his hands but the boy was still there. He was coming closer to his killer every second.

"No…please…no…" came the words from the killer's mouth.

The boy grinned as he thrust his claws down towards his killer.

"Nooooooooooooo-o"

The scream lasted for several minutes before it died down but it echoed trough the whole forest. Black crows were flying about, crowing, apparently startled by the scream.

The boy's red, glassy eyes stared at the dead corpse with a look on his face as if he was looking down upon him for being such a weakling. The wind blew and made his hair touched his face. The boy grunted angrily before using his kunai to cut it of to waist-length. He threw the kunai to the ground and left. Red hair covered the floor around the corpse. The corpse still had his eyes opened as if staring at his victim…no, his killer.

"Revenge…is sweet…" the boy said licking the blood on his right palm.

Suddenly, his long maroon hair grew shorter until the cuff of his shirt. It turned back to black. The young boy's soul slowly returns to his own body. His red eyes slowly turned back to the innocent blue eyes. He blinked once or twice. It was covered in blood…blood that was not his. His hands went down revealing the bloody sight of the man who tried to kill him. His blue eyes widened his mouth opening to release a scream…a scream of fear.

The boy ran and ran not knowing where he was heading.

"I killed someone…For the thirteenth time…No…It can't be…" he said to himself

He tripped over a stone. He fell down on his face flat. The wound on his leg had reopened. He clutched his leg, tears flowing down his face.

"What am I!?" He shouted at the empty sky.