How To Sell A Soul [Naruto Fanfiction] ~ON-HOLD~

❝We are the same, Ai.❞

❝That's where you're wrong, Gaara.❞

His brows furrowed in confusion. With an unidentified emotion swirling inside his seafoam eyes, he asked, ❝How so?❞

I smiled bitterly at him. ❝You are from the light. The others may see you as some abomination, but they couldn't be more wrong. You were born carrying the undying love of your mother, despite what you've been through. Trust me when I say, she loves you with everything she has.❞

Despite the aweful truth of the matter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief because the man who saved me, the boy who showed me the beauty of the world, won't end up like me. Gaara will have a bright future....but one without me in it.

❝What makes you different then?❞ He asked, probably not believing a word I said. That should be expected of Sabaku no Gaara. When it comes to himself, he sure likes to deny so much.

❝You are no monster, Gaara. But that doesn't mean I'm not. Hell is where I was born. Hell is where I was raised. This hell is where I'm from and this hell is where I'll stay.❞

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Satomi Airi is someone who kills because that's her purpose. That's the reason she was born, the life she had grown. She's an unranked rogue assassin due to the fact that she couldn't be put in one of the existing ranks. She's too dangerous to be even engage into battle.

Orders were sent that anybody, shinobi or not, who crosses her path, should flee on sight. No life is worth risking when your in front of the Death Whisperer.

What happens when a certain red haired Kazekage of the Sand finds himself gazing into Death's eyes? Will he see her as more than just a renegade murdurer? What lies beyond the walls of deceit?

When the truth is revealed, who will remain an ally and who will become the enemy?