Author's note: This is supposed to be a fic from Genjuro's point of view, on Kurei. I didn't really remember the name of his technique (The one where he can make multiple illusions of himself) so it may be wrong. Also, they didn't really elaborate on his past, but I do know that Kurei defeated him and his village was most probably destroyed. (Shown in the background during that scene in the anime) So if I got a few points wrong, feel free to correct me on it.

As I await my death I begin to remember bits and pieces of the past. The destruction of my village, the massacre of my neighbors, and most of all, the complete downfall of my pride. You swept into my hometown like the plague; no, you were even worse than the plague. At least the plague leaves survivors. With you, there were none.

None except me.

I ask myself, why did you let me live? Why? So that you could torture me? Force me to remember the pain of having my entire life destroyed? Or were you telling me the truth when you said that you had need of my strength? Which of these reasons were yours?

After you were done with my home, the town of my birth, all that remained were ashes. ASHES! There was not even a THING to give an honourable burial to!

I remember the screams of anguish, the crackle of fire, the smell of burning flesh.

I wake up every night, sweating. Those dreams… my friends calling out to me for help as I watch helplessly… the acrid smell of charred corpses in the air. No, not dreams. Nightmares. I see the events running through my head as clearly as it had been yesterday.

Flicking your hand carelessly, you annihilate Tetsuo, my best friend since childhood. With another, you incinerate Reiko, his wife. Do you feel nothing? Do you not hear their calls for mercy? Are you not human? One by one, I see my all brothers and my sisters fall. True, they were not of my blood, but they were like kin to me.

Within minutes, the smoking remains of my tiny village were all that remained of my home.

I tried to fight, to protect my friends, but you were too strong. Even my Multiple Illusion Technique was useless. The Angel of Death. How I laugh at the title bestowed upon you. Beautiful like an angel, but one who brings death and destruction to all who meet you.

A merciless killing machine.

I hate you, Kurei. I'll have you know that all the time I served as your dog in the Uruha Group of Ten, I had only one wish. To kill you. To get my revenge.

But that is not possible now, is it? I see Neon raise the flute to her lips, preparing to play the notes which would spell out my death. To Recca, Kurei's half-brother, I wish you all the best. Defeat Kurei for me, like he did to me. Break his spirit and shatter his pride. Leave him pondering the worth of his miserable life, show him the blood on his hands. I imagine that it must be caked at least a foot high. Bereft him of all his hope… just like he did to me.

Thank your young princess for me. It was the first in the long time since I joined Kurei that anyone had ever shown any kindness to me. Team Hokage, I hope you win.

Neon starts to play the first note. Already I begin to feel my body trembling under to extreme pressure of the sound waves. Finally, my wretched life will end.

Kurei, I'll see you in hell.

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