Everyday is a Good Day-[P]

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Konoha was destroyed, civilians lying under the rotting bodies of the one with headbands. Flies already swarming the bodies while rats try to take bits of meat of the faces of warriors. The erie night blew a breeze of chills, and goosebumps. The buildings were all of shambles, blood was the paint of the trees, buildings,roads and dirt. The moon shined evil as bright as the sun down upon Konoha. On the ground was nothing, not one single heartbeat. Familiar faces were frozen and cold of the dead night. Their faces were as pale as a clean headband. Eyes wide open starring towards the skin, while their limbs overlapped each other. No space to walk, no space to run. Door's broken of their hinges, windows smashed, kunai and shuriken all over the ground, the walls, the back on shinobi and the front of the innocent. Children were of no exception, claws and bitemarks over the arms and chest of many. The memorial of all the fallen shinobi was crushed into the ground and replaced by the whole village. The village was nothing sure than a burial site. The cherry blossoms from the creek were a dead black, falling from the dead trees. The ones that haven't been burned to the ground. The training grounds, were now a fire ground. Fire was eating away the life of the grass and soul of the training shinobi. The hospital crushed to the ground, with all the sick and helping in there to fall with it. Little crumbles of rock fall down the mountain of buildings, as rats maneuver themselves through the wasteland. The Ninja Academy, where Midara once trained at, could not be found along with the bodies of the children inside the academy training to become strong shinobi and even one day Hokage. The right side of the Hokages house was in shambles as the other half suffered from turbulence. The nature of the village in turmoil, hate and revenge could be tasted in the air. Along the tears of the crying mothers and the blood of the dying husbands. The confusion of the kids and the stress of the doctors. No sign of the Hokage on the ground. No sign of any life force on the ground. Clan headquarters burned to the ground with their family tied in, the leaders all died the same way. Decapitated in front of their own clan. There was no running away from whatever did this, living through this pain would make your life worse than death. In the midst the of the night, figures could be seen in the dark. Facing each other, one was of a women, the other a man. Both had a mask, the lady had an ANBU mask while the man had a black white mask with three red dots. One dot on each cheek and the last dot on the forehead.

The women did a couple handseals as the man followed. Copying her every move, drips of sweat went down each chin at the same time. Panting, at the same time. A jutsu, came from the two. The same jutsu. A giant monster summoned of wood appeared out of both corners and charged at each other. As the man's giant monster started to turn purple and release the material of wood. Bright red drips of blood fell down the eyes of the man. Their giants clashed on top of the Hokage mountain. An explosion caused by the mans giant destroying the lady's giant. The lady flew back about 15 yards as she fell down the Hokage mountain side. The man fell to his knees covering his eyes as his purple monster was cast away. The man got up, his right eye was covered in blood. He jumped down to see the lady. He removed her mask... The Lady Hokage was behind the mask. "You are strong, I want to see your face. I want to see the face of the man who did this to my village" The man removed his mask, with his head down with sorrow. The Lady Hokage took a deep gasp in, her eyes widen..."Midara!"

Midara gasped for air as if he was being drowned by his realization. He quickly sat up and ran to his window to see the village was still intact. "What a dream" Midara said to himself with shock and fear, His hands covered his eyes. Fear was surrounding him. Confusion spread across the room, 'Why would I have dreamt that?' Asking himself with curiosity. He needed to get out and take some fresh air in. He grabbed his homemade fishing rod, which he likes more than any other fishing rod and headed out the door of his house. The village was safe and sound that gave Midara some relaxation. The bright stars and the moon gave light equal to the sunlight. He started walking down the streets of the sleeping village into the creek, the creek with bright pink cherry blossoms. He took of his wrappings and rolled up his shorts to his knees and sat at the edge of the creek. Stinking his feet and his rod with fish bait into the creek. He sat and pondered about the dream. 'It must be around 2 in the morning.', he looked down to the creek to see his reflection. A sudden flash of the mask over his face appeared and disappeared. Midara's eyes widen as he jumped out the creek and continued to look into it. "WHATS GOING ON!!?!?" He yelled at the creek. Shock filled his heart, as he wondered. Where was someone?...anyone? He knew something was going wrong. His life was changing, something was happening...or something was going to happen. He was hoping his dream was nothing more than a dream. Hopefully that wasn't something like a signal, or an omen. He needed to talk to someone quick about this...but he needed to understand it first. He then sat back down into the creek and then started to think about his Lady Hokage.

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Midara waited hours for someone, to come talk to. No one. No one came to aid Midara. The only things that appeared to were the fishes in the pond, but they only cared for the bait on the end on Midara's line. Even when he could have easily catch them, he simply let them float. Now it turned into a hobby of feeding fishes. No one was at the creek, no one helped. Midara has helped so many villagers in his short life. He has helped and served Konoha as much as he could. Now there was only one thing to do. Midara then realized his dream became his new goal. He needed to fulfill his dream so that people can be aware of the sadness of people. Of the anger that, no one cared. That no matter what you do, no one will listen to you. He knew he needed to change this.

Midara was only a genin, a strong one, but only a genin. He knew he needed to make a group of people that felt the same way, but bringing his ideas out could easily bring him to his death. He would have to get followers. All warfare is based on deception, he would have to deceive his own clan, he would have to deceive his own friends and his own village. Everything that he has ever worked for in this village has came to an end. The one thing that has brought him in this world, has rejected him. He is unwanted, his mind has tricked him to feel unwanted. His mind has proved to him that no one wants him, that no one needs him. "I'll show them" He said as tears started to flow down the river of his face. The rushing rapids dropped into a free fall and then fell into the pond of life. The disturbing clashes against the surface, sent the fishes away in terror. Midara didn't care, he dropped his fishing rod into the ocean. Then looked up.

Psycho. Laughing like a psycho, Midara could feel the evil inside of him. Midara grabbed a senbon from his pouch and started to twirl it in the air. Formulating a plan, in his head. He wasn't paying attention as the twirling senbon fell down straight into the palm of the young twisted boy. The senbon, didn't pierce all the way through. It didn't have the velocity nor a perfect clean edge to do so from such a low height. The feeling of pain was different. It felt relaxing, it set Midara's eyes drowsy, and his mood calm. He picked out the senbon from his palm and started to laugh, as a drip of his true innocent blood dripped off of the senbon. He twisted his palm so the blood was rush out into the pond, he was tainting the pond. If enough blood came, the pond would be ruined. Midara then laughed and knew what he was going to do. He needed to remain calm and keep his cool.

He called himself a missing ninja, but this was the perfect chance at revenge. He was already inside, and he was already trusted. Midara would create a gang of shinobi and he would slowly tear Konoha from the inside out. He probably would be in a happy mood and forget about everything. His head started to turn drowsy again, he needed his rest. He took off the wraps from his ankle and then wrapped his wound. Midara was the wound hidden in Konoha, no one came to heal it. Midara slowly walked home and back into his bed, as he continued to formulate his plan. His body felt new to him, he didn't feel like being happy. He wanted to keep this feeling. Maybe he would have to, maybe he could return to his own self. Midara was slowly turning psycho, hopefully someone would come and turn his head into the right direction. He has done this so many times for so many people, so hopefully one person would take the time out of their lives to help themselves and help Midara. Hopefully...the world isn't a perfect place, so lets see who its made of.

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