Shikeishuu: condemned to death { a Naruto story} part one: insanity in the inferno

Chapter one
The insanity of Orochimaru-sama
The hidden village of sound stood before all, flames engulfing its rooftops and eating everything once peaceful and light. The sickening sights, the smells of death, and the rancid taste of smoke was enough to make you gag. Only hours ago this place had been filled with happy people, playing children and chatting mothers but now it was empty and hollow as blood stained its streets. The fires were feeding off the buildings like a hungry animal, tearing through everything in its path until there was nothing left but ash. Most people had not been able to escape the flames, but that was all over now. About an hour ago, the screams and cries had silenced as the last survivors were swallowed by the fires, and the mere twist of it all, the killer had been the creator. Yes, Orochimaru had intentionally burned his own village, the reason for such a wicked act, had not yet been revealed to anyone but the dark lord. Everyone in the feared sound five had been slaughtered by none other than Orochimaru himself, seeing that the nin were getting to strong and fearing a mutiny would rise. The cruel smile on his face had not yet ceased, the sheer sight of it all making him chuckle to himself. How smart he had been when it came to lighting the fires, how gingerly he had placed the explosives used to devour the town in their deadly flames. The mere thought of it was enough to make one of his strength, power laugh to they cried, and yet, he felt nothing. The sound village had been doomed since the beginning. His dreams of the Sharingan had long grown cold and now all he wanted was blood shed and the village seemed like something he could take it out on. Thus were the cruel actions of Lord Orochimaru. He had not cared for those people and now that they were dead, he felt as though a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but still the lust for more flowed through his blood. His killing spree would never stop and the darkness in his heart would never clear, he would always be like this. Always would he kill, like a deer drinks water, he needed blood on his hands to be happy. For now though, this might be enough to put him at ease for a bit. Feeling the hot intensity of the flames as they flew up to the sky as though in a vague attempt to reach the heavens, failed of course. The red filled the dry air cracking through the sky as it fed off the town. Nothing could with stand the flames. The sickening smell of death fresh in the air, but Orochimaru's hate and amusement was more than enough to cloud over these smells. Besides, many times had he smelled death and it was something that no longer bothered him as other things might. He stood at the gates of the city, watching it burn with the same fire in his eyes, four trembling figures at his side, the only survivors. They were completely silent, the hot flames reflecting in their eyes as they clung to each other, shaking, fearing both the flames and Orochimaru.
"Our home" a black haired girl choked, her throat feeling dry as tears rolled down her face. Her once shiny long black hair was now short and charred. Her once happy eyes were now dim and sad; the light had gone out for her. Her teammates, stood next to her, she hugged one while the other held to much arrogance to hug the girl, even through this madness he had to keep his honor, he wasn't going to their level, he wasn't going to show weakness. His torn clothes hung from his small figure, crimson oozing down his shaking chest, his skin black and burned. Sweat rolled down his face as he stared at the village with sadness flashing in his one visible eye. His name, Dosu Kinuta his home, the smoldering pile of ash that stood in front of his feet. Orochimaru quaked with excitement, a look of pure insanity piercing his pale flesh. Dosu looked back at his teammates, feeling more and more sick as this night continued to get worse. It angered him to know that Orochimaru had brought himself to do such a terrible thing and with the killings, he had brought the three Nin back from the dead. He'd been perfectly happy when he was dead, why had he been brought back to witness this pain? He had never asked for this nor had he even had the slightest curiosity of how the village might look when engulfed in a blazing insanity. He held his right shoulder with his quivering left hand, the joint painfully dislodged and burning with the same power as the flames before him, the hot swelling getting worse as he continued to squint his eyes, fighting back the pain the best he could manage though the urge to cry out was strong.
"This is the way victory looks," Orochimaru mused, pushing the trembling figure next to him gently forward, the boy crying out as he was thrust slowly to the front of the group, his eyes unable to escape the flames. His burned body trembled uncontrollably, a weak whimper leaving his quivering lips as he turned his head, not wanting to watch the fire. To him, this place had been home, and watching it burn, was a crush hard to take in. He whimpered quietly, feeling Orochimaru's raspy breaths as the man bent down to reach the boy's height. Much to Kabuto's dismay he felt hot hands grasp around his cheeks firmly, pressing against them and turning the boys head forward, proving the simple point that his master wanted him to see this. He squirmed under his master's grasp, the tight grip unable to escape.
"Now now," Orochimaru cackled, Kabuto winced, feeling him breathing down his neck, the hot breaths sending shivers down his spine. "A strong ninja should face death with a smile not cower like a whimpering dog." Much to Kabuto's dismay, Orochimaru's hands pressed against his bleeding skin, pulling back his cheeks to force a crocked smile. Kabuto wanted to scream but his teeth were pressed together tightly and his throat felt dry. He couldn't cry, the hot intensity burning his tears as he struggled.
"WATCH!" Orochimaru ordered, his voice booming as he became more impatient, his own vigorous anger beginning to grow. Kabuto squirmed under his grasp, closing his eyes shut and quaking under his master's grasp, the boy scared stiff, his stomach feeling sick. The three helpless sound ninja only stared, eyes bulging as the flames continued feeding on their home.
WOW! Keep going!
I love the sound ninja! and cute little KABUTO!!(me: splee! me too me too!)

This story has only just begun, especially because I've already written over ten pages on it! I just need to post it on quizilla! Hope you enjoyed part one! I enjoyed writing it! Rate and message if you feeling like it but I won't beg! GO KABUTO GO! YEAH!