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About Kuro Kage, a Naruto Character of mine. Not my best writing, but it's old. You should read "Haunted" (The entry at the bottom of this one) before you read this one...It makes Haunted more interesting. And it won't let me put in the indents at the begining of praragraphs, so that's not my fault. Please comment as you see fit.





The figure sat in the tree, looking at the rain falling all about him. The day was grey, and cold. He didn�t mind the cold too much, and rather liked the grey light and haze that came with the rain. Most of his clothing was baggy and black, which set a sharp contrast to his skin: practically as white as the snow of the lands he originally came from. He leaned his head back against the trunk of the old tree and let out a soft sigh. He was happy to have a chance to get away from the village and rest for a bit. He felt somewhat drained today, for some reason. Of course, when he had looked in the mirror, his eyes were blue. He knew what that meant. He�d have to find Kichi again...
His silver hair had dried in its usual long spikes that came down halfway to his shoulders. In a rare occasion, his lower-face mask was down, revealing his soft, somewhat girlish features. Only one of his eyes was visible. The other was covered by his Konoha headband. He placed his hands on chest, feeling the fabric of the green vest that marked his rank as a Jounin. He wore that proudly, but sometimes disliked all of the responsibilities that came with it. Oh well. What was he going to do about it? Nothing, that�s what. He tugged on one of his fingerless gloves. He didn�t really know why he wore them. He had handwraps under them, after all. He supposed it was just from years of habit. The man closed his eyes and listened to the rain.
He sometimes wondered what it would be like if he hadn�t been thrown out of his village. What if he and Kage had never left? What if he hadn�t killed those people? Well, he never would have met Kichi, which would mean that he would have a harder time controlling the Hound (and be short by one good friend)�But what if�what if there was no White Eyed Hound?
Now there was a thought. Well, he would be able to not live in fear of snapping and getting a strong bloodlust, therefore going on a killing spree�He had to be very careful of that these days�He�d become very strong. However, he wouldn�t be nearly as strong as he was now. Well, he might be, but he wouldn�t have all of his powers of ice manipulation, and that was a huge part of his life. He spent so much time working on finding new ways to utilize them, creating new Jutsus, finding way to make new forms...What would he do if he didn�t have all of that? He paused for a moment in his thoughts. Would he...would he even really be Kay without the Hound?
Now there was another thought. The Hound made up a huge part of who Kay was. He couldn�t believe that he�d never thought of that before. It was so obvious. Well, he realized it now, and was almost sore from it hitting him like a f***ing brick. Why hadn�t he seen this before? It was right there the whole time. Without the Hound, there would be no Kuro Kage. This made him feel uncomfortable.
The thought that without this bloodthirsty, destructive and downright loathsome creature...he would not exist...that thought would make anybody uncomfortable. He shivered. �The Hound...is what makes me...me?� he whispered slowly. He really felt sore from that brick now.



Kay was a prodigy. He had become a Jounin before he was even twenty. Now, in his twenty-third year of existence, he was still very unclear about a lot of things about himself. He really didn�t know who he was at this point. He supposed that he was a different person in the eyes of every other individual he knew, or that knew of him, so he could never really know entirely who he was. But, what he really wanted to know was who he was in his own eyes. He really didn�t know, and that bothered him. He often couldn�t sort out what was what in his mind. He did fine with the outside world. He had good friends, his students liked him...Most people liked him, actually. He was very good with people. He was outgoing, creative, obviously smart, and very intelligent. Kay knew how to deal with the world outside of him. But the world inside of him...that was a different story. He thought that people were supposed to be over that kind of stuff when they got out of their teens. Apparently not Kay. He supposed that having another creature residing in one�s body could have an effect on one�s ability to know that stuff.




He was expressionless as he stared up at his ceiling. He was studying an interesting crack, shaped somewhat like a rabbit. His pale hands were crossed over his pale stomach. It was raining again, and anybody in their right mind wouldn�t be lying on their bed without a shirt or socks on in a room with open windows. One could really see how thin he was when he wasn�t wearing a shirt or his vest. It was really a wonder how he could be as strong as he was with such a slim build. But he was all muscle, and it showed when he fought.
Screams...he could hear them...The horrified voices...the yelling...the sickening squelch of flesh being penetrated...
His eyes glazed over.
He felt himself being pried off the man, ice blue eyes glittering with purpose. He felt the icy fire running through his veins...He slashed out with the icy claws he had formed, trying to get away from his captor. He felt the blood on the claws, warm on the ice. He longed to sink them into something else, longed to kill again. He thrashed, but his small body was no match for the strong hold of the ninja. He bit at his captor�s hands and reached for the man he had been attacking. He was out of his mind with bloodlust. He had to kill. Must...Kill...
Thunder boomed outside Kay�s window. He jolted awake. No...No more...He would never, ever, let that happen again. That he was sure of, if of nothing else in this world. He sat up.