I know what you're all thinking. Hell, I was thinking it myself. Why the hell would I start another story when I've already got a lot of them out? Why can't I just finish a damn fic, and then make another?

Well, I have no answer, except this.

I'm probably not even going to get stuck on this. I just thought it up in a very short time span, and was able to think and plan out two chapters on the fly. I'm putting Grey Moon on temporary Hiatus right now, until I figure out where I wanted it to go. I've already used most of the ideas I had for that fic on my others, like the boat in Fire Storm, and the arena in Zero Pressure. Hell, I'm even going to use the "I leave you a parting gift," in the next chapter of Fire Storm that I was originally going to use in Grey Moon.

Enough of this, and sorry for the long A.N.

Summary: At his birth, he was sacrificed with a smile. In his life, he was cursed with a sneer. At his end, the ones who cursed him smiled and the one who had sacrificed him sneered. After Death he is rejected by Hell and chained to help the mankind that had sent him to Hell in the first place. Maybe as a Ghost, he would finally find what he had been searching for all along...

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and I hope I never will. That's weird.

Also, for those of who think the shinobi is just getting hitting Naruto because of the Kyubi, then you're wrong. Horribly and tragically wrong…

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Chapter 1: Hell's Reject

He stood in front of the shinobi, scared for his life. Before he could even blink, he was picked up by his collar, and slammed against the wall.

He cried out, as the shinobi smashed him against the hard stone bricks. He felt something wet and sticky drip down his back. Instinctively, he knew it was blood. Tears dripped down his face, as the shinobi grabbed his hair, and rammed it into the bricks. He blood filled his ears, as the man let go of him and watched, as he threw up the meager amount of garbage he had for breakfast.

"You see this gaki?" He cried to the crowd, making a grandiose gesture to indicate him, "If you come closer, I'll kill him!"

Through his blurred eyes, he could see the crowd looking at the shinobi for a second, shock written on their faces. Then it turned to looks of glee and full blown cheering could be heard.

"Kill the demon brat!"

"Make him suffer!"

Those were the things they yelled, much to the confusement of the shinobi who was threatening to do kill him.

Naruto closed his eyes, and drowned out the sounds of the crowd and the shinobi yelling at him. Maybe today he wouldn't have to feel it, as he slowly lapsed into unconsciousness. (I use that word a lot in my fics….)

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Flashback, only 500 words into the story….

Five years. For five kami forsaken years, he had been alone and forced to fend for himself.

Today, he was in search of food, as his meager supply had run out. He was just a small little boy, dirty and dressed in rags walking through the town.

He walked through the streets, and bared the glares of the villagers around him. None of them ever spoke to him, and if he tried approaching one, they would sneer at him, and send him away with a glare, all of them having the exact same response, "I don't like you, go away."

No one liked him. He had remembered everyday of his life, and because of that, his mind was sharp and very quick for a 5 year old boy. After all, you had to be smart and tough to survive on the streets.

He had various shelters across the city, and had to move from one to the others every night, so people wouldn't find him. Though they had never outright attacked him, sometimes the drunks came.

They would shout mean things at him, or kick his shelter. All of them seemed reluctant to touch him, as if he were poisonous. Instead, they attacked his material possessions.

The first time had been when he was 2, barely able to walk. It was also the only incident he could remember when he had actually been harmed by the villagers. All the other times before, he had crawled where he needed to go. He had just made a makeshift shelter from a trashcan which had been left out in the street. It wasn't that dirty, and only smelled mildly. He had stuffed the only thing he had possessed, an ugly and torn yellow blanket into the can and had lay down on it, hoping to get a reprieve from the dark cold world outside. However, fate seemed to really spite him, as he heard a loud ringing in his ears and felt the trashcan tip over.

"Ha-ha!" slurred a man. He held a bottle in his hands, and was wearing a green jumpsuit. (Don't hate me for this, I'll explain later.) "Seems like you aren't really that tough, are you Demon?"

He had laughed, and let Naruto ponder his words.

'Demon…' He thought, climbing out of the trash can and looking at his hands. 'I'm a demon?'

"Looks like you aren't going to be that tough of an opponent, eh Demon?" He laughed, and ran forward drunkenly. Naruto got up and tried to run, but the man caught up to him. He was only 2 after all, and had only just learned to walk. "Where you going, demon?" he laughed, and picked him up by his hair.

It was painful, but not compared to the next thing.

The man had thrown Naruto into the air, and jumped up along with him. With a considerable amount of force, he kicked Naruto in his stomach, and sent him flying through the air.

He gave a loud, 'oomph' as he collided into a stone building. He crumpled to the ground, and lay there bleeding. He did not know what had happened next, but he found that he had somehow ended up in the middle of the street, with all his injuries healed and his blanket lying on top of him.

After gaining his bearings, he had searched for his trashcan, hoping to find a hint of what had happened last night. Unfortunately, he did.

The trashcan he had spent a day on his legs finding was crumpled, as if someone had repeatedly punched and kicked it to make it smaller.

Naruto had walked to it, and picked up the piece of metal nearly half the size of his body, which had been the trashcan.

A few days later, he had been approached by the green jump suited man, whose head was bowed low and in shame. Naruto had feared for his life, and had gone as fast as he could to get away.

That marked the first and last time he had been physically hurt, and the first time his homes or possessions had been destroyed. It had occurred many times over the following years, and Naruto had to learn to survive.

He could easily spot out a potential hiding place, to escape the ones who wanted to follow him home, or see scraps of small food on the ground. He knew he could collect the rainwater when it rained, to be used as a drink.

For five years he had learned, and for five years he had survived.

He wasn't watching where he had been going, and only his keen ability to sense danger saved him, as a huge cart had rolled down the sloping street he was on, filled with all kinds of food and goods.

A fat man was chasing it, and calling to the people in front of him, "Stop that cart! Stop it, and I'll give you something for free!"

Naruto watched as the cart rolled down the street, forcing people to dive out of the way. No one seemed to really care about the cart, apart from those it had nearly run over.

"Stop that cart!" The fat man yelled once more.

Naruto saw this as his chance, and he would finally be able to get a decent meal. He ran down a dark alley, and turned to face the brick building. He would need to go up quickly, if he hoped of catching the cart.

He had learned to do this not a year ago, but he was already good at it. His keen eyes helped him stop ledges and places he could grab onto, ones that wouldn't break under his weight. He quickly scaled the wall, using the force of momentum to empower his movements.

With a strong single haul, he was on top of the building, twenty feet high. He walked to the ledge that showed the street, and peered down. The man was still running after the cart, and was five buildings ahead. Naruto stood back, the farthest away from the building he was about to jump to, and ran forward.

He ran forward, and placed one foot on the edge. It six feet across each building, and Naruto would need all the strength in his feet he could muster. He pulled his body down, about to go against gravity. He pushed off the edge, and used the momentum to carry himself over the six foot gap and onto the other side in a roll. He got up running, doing the exact same for each of the buildings. (Just imagine Assassin's Creed)

The cart seemed to always be 2 buildings ahead, and Naruto was losing stamina. On the seventh building, he found a rope, and renewed his efforts to catch up to the cart. The cart was probably a block away from a building, where it would crash. He ran faster, and was now even with the cart. He would need to get at least one building ahead for his plan to work, and the wall was looming ever closer, along with his chance for food.

He finally got a building ahead, and jumped, the rope twirling in his hands. People gasped, and looked at him in awe, the sun blocking their view of his head.

He threw the rope while falling, and landed on the cart. He held tightly to the rope, and put it over his right shoulder. If the cart was going fast enough, then it could be dislocated by the force of the cart suddenly stopping. IT would be worth it though, for the price of food. A mere building from the wall, the rope grew taunt in his hands.

He gritted his teeth, refusing to let out a cry of pain as his shoulder was dislocated. The cart bounced back and forward a few times, not immediately stopping.

The crowd around him was cheering at his actions, from jumping off the building onto the cart, and then stopping it.

The fat man panted, and wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

"Thanks boy. I'll be sure to give you…" He said with a smile on his face, and then stopped and looked at his face. The sun no longer hid Naruto's smile of happiness and pain, "Get off my cart," He said coldly.

Naruto looked disappointed at this, and jumped off the cart, minding his right shoulder.

"Hey, he just saved your cart. You can't just let him go…" He too, stopped and looked at the boy's face. The three whisker marks on each side of his face were visible beneath the dirt, and his blonde hair which looked sort of brown on his head gave him away. "Get away from me," He sneered, and walked away.

The crowd, in turn, saw the boy for who he truly was, and walked off, looks of pride and awe on their faces replaced with scornful ones.

Naruto sighed, and clutched his shoulder. He would have to take care of it soon, and no one ever seemed eager to help him.

He walked on, oblivious to the looks of contempt burning through him. He bumped into someone, and muttered a quick "Sumimasen." Before continuing on.

"Oi, watch where you're going, gaki." The man cried out to Naruto's retreating form.

Naruto just stared at his feet, planning on how he would get food, ignoring the voice that had been calling him out.

He walked onwards and went down an alleyway. He put his back against the wall, and looked to the sky. It was getting gray and over the sounds of the city, Naruto could hear thunder.

He propped himself against the wall, and dug into the trashcan that was by his side. He found a relatively clean sock, and stuffed it inside his mouth. He put his left hand palm forward against the wall, and pulled his right shoulder forward. He prepared himself, and pushed with his left hand, while simultaneously pushing his right shoulder back. He bit down on his sock, as he felt his shoulder right itself, and he sighed in relief and took the sock from his mouth, throwing it back into the trash.

"You've got some guts to do that, eh gaki?" said a voice from the beginning of the alley. It was the exact same voice as before.

Naruto could have cursed then. He had been careless, and now he was possibly going to pay for it. Naruto turned to look at the man, and inched his hand closer to a rock that had been lying near.

"Who are you?" He called out, grabbing the rock in his fist.

"You're not polite at all, are you gaki?" Laughed the man, walking forward into the dark alley. Naruto gripped the rock tighter, as he saw the man up close.

He was tall, and had short black hair. His skin seemed lightly tanned, and he carried some long object on his back, wrapped in cloth.

The most interesting thing that Naruto noted about this man though, was that he had no eyebrows.

"I saw what you did, gaki," said the man, stepping towards Naruto. If Naruto backed away, he would be going even deeper into the alley. That would mean less of a chance at escaping. He loosened his grip on the rock he held in his hand, but kept it ready, prepared to use it as a distraction so he could escape. "I was pretty impressed. Not every five year old little boy can just scale a wall, land on a cart, injuring himself in the process, and then go and fix it."

He walked beside Naruto, and sat himself down beside him. "You live alone right?"

Naruto only nodded, looking at the man curiously. This was the first time he had a conversation with someone who didn't already not like him. "Well, seeing as how impressed I was with your skills, how about I make you a job offer?"

The man with no eye brows looked straight at the boy, gauging his reaction. He only seemed to be five, yet he could already hide things so well. "What kind of job offer?" Naruto asked him cautiously. He had heard of people offering "jobs" to kids, and they weren't very nice jobs.

The eyebrow less man laughed, noting that the boy had mistaken his words. "I'll train you to become my apprentice, and when the time comes, I'll let you take shinobi missions with me."

"Shinobi missions?" asked Naruto. He had seen shinobi before, but he didn't understand what this man was talking about.

"Yes, gaki. Shinobi missions. I'll train you, and you can become stronger."

Naruto put his hand to his left hand on his chin, and his right hand underneath his elbow.

'There are a lot of risks here,' he said, looking at the man. 'But it might get me out of here….'

"Let me think," Naruto responded.

"Then let's think over a bowl of ramen, my treat. I'm hungry as hell, and I don't think you're better off."

It was true as Naruto's stomach soon growled. He blushed in embarrassment, and the man helped him up, and they both walked out of the alleyway together.

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They had eaten at a ramen stand, which had surprisingly opened their arms wide to welcome Naruto.

Naruto ordered miso ramen, while the eyebrow less man ordered a shrimp. During their wait, Naruto learned some things about the man. His name was Momochi Zabuza, and he was originally a ninja from the Hidden Mist. He had come to Konoha, in search of an apprentice.

The ramen had arrived, and Naruto and Zabuza had eaten in silence, until two black clothed individuals barged into the shop.

"Momochi Zabuza!" One of them cried out, wearing a bear mask.

"You must die, for defecting from your village and illegally entering ours!" Another of them called, wearing a bird mask.

Zabuza just stared for a moment, and ate his ramen. Naruto was staring between the ninja, and his new friend Zabuza, with shock on his face.

"Well, that's a shame, then, ANBU-san…" Zabuza said, picking up his bowl and slurping up the rest of the food. He turned to the owner of the store, who was cowering behind the counter. "I'm sorry for this, and I thank you for the wonderful food."

Suddenly, Zabuza sprang up, carrying the blonde boy with him. "I can't let you kill me yet." He said, before running out of the store with blonde boy under his arms.

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They had him backed into a corner. He had no where to go, and he was surrounded by a crowd of people, slowly closing in on him and the blonde kid. The bodies of the two ANBU lay on the floor, their heads missing. Naruto was holding onto his leg behind him, as Zabuza held his sword in front of him.

He would have to think of a plan soon, or he and the boy wouldn't be able to escape.

He turned to look at the boy behind him, and suppressed a sigh. He held so much potential, but he couldn't risk it now.

He turned to face him, and muttered a quick "Gomen."

Flashback End

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He woke up, to the sounds of shouting and metal on metal. Waves of villagers stood in front of him, their faces contorted into masks of happiness.

Zabuza's back was facing him, and Naruto could see the giant sword he had from behind him.

"Kuso!" He yelled, before flinging his sword forward, swiping off the head of the Chunin whose kunai he had just deflected. "Wake up gaki, and get the hell out of here!" He yelled to Naruto, who had his hands situated on his back, feeling the scrapped flesh there.

Naruto's eyes widened, as Zabuza took a kunai to his stomach. "Dammit gaki. Hurry the hell up and go, so I CAN LEAVE!" He yelled the last part out, pulling the kunai out of his stomach and throwing it at the one who had thrown it. "YOU DROPPED THAT!"

Naruto stared at Zabuza once, before nodding, and running down a dark alleyway, and out of sight.

The crowd protested, but did nothing. The eye brow less man had jumped in front of the entrance to the alleyway, and was now blocking the path to the blonde demon.

"You want him, you go through me." He said with a snarl on his features. He held the giant blade in his hands, facing forward and towards the crowd of villagers. They did not want to go near him, after seeing him fight off two ANBU and a Chunin.

"Fine," A voice called from the roofs, and before he could turn and face him, a slim katana was held through his chest. Behind him stood Danzo, leader of military affairs for the village. A bandage was worn over his right eye, a souvenir from the Kyubi's attack, five years ago.

He slid the katana out of the nuke-nin, and turned to face the villagers. "As the head of military affairs for the village of Konoha, I decree that Uzumaki Naruto by executed immediately, for consorting with a known criminal, Momochi Zabuza." Cheers resounded throughout the plaza, as Danzo made this declaration.

It was widely known that Danzo was a staunch supporter of the group who wanted Kyubi's death, but he had disagreed on everyone with one thing. He did not want to kill it for revenge, but to protect the village. He believed that killing the Kyubi before its container lost control of its unimaginable power was the best possible course of action. Today, his watchers had seen the interaction between Zabuza and Naruto, and it would inevitable that they would both become stronger in each other's presence, thus becoming a possible threat to Konoha. It was his job to combat such threats, and as such, he had ordered their executions.

"Let us go, citizens. We shall go forth, and execute the Uzumaki for his crime against Konoha." He shouted to the crowd, and his words were met with cheers.

"Finally!" They called, "The demon dies this day!"

Danzo sighed, shaking his head slightly. Why couldn't these people understand?

Uzumaki Naruto wasn't the demon. He was just a victim of chance, just as the rest of the world was.

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He ran on the rooftops, the Chunin and Jonin chasing him. He knew these rooftops, and he knew all the shortcuts, which was why he hadn't been caught yet. Sooner or later, however, his luck would run out. The Moon was in the sky, hidden by the clouds.

He had been running, for oh so long. Below him, the crowd threw all sorts of things at him, hoping to hit him and hinder him long enough for them to catch him.

Another rock hit him in his back, but he just gritted his teeth and moved on. This was his consequence, his punishment. He shouldn't have talked to Zabuza. He shouldn't even have considered his offer. He should have done exactly what the villagers had done, and ignored him. Maybe this was betrayal…

He stood at the top of the building. Bellow him, six stories down, was a crowd of people, some with Jonin vests and some with Chunin. He had nowhere to go now, as the Jonin and Chunin surrounded him from behind.

"Kill him, kill the demon!" The villagers yelled, faces filled with glee. The ninja looked at Naruto, whose eyes were wide and frightened. Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes, as he looked all around him.

These ninja were trained to always obey orders, but this one seemed too hard to follow. They couldn't help but see this boy as innocent. They were ninja, and understood a hard life. They saw it in his movements, and by the way his eyes moved wearily around him. They understood the fact that the boy was not the Kyubi, and would never be. He was still a threat though, as he contained its power, and that was potentially dangerous.

They looked to Danzo, who was staring grimly at the boy.

"Uzumaki Naruto," He called out, making Naruto swivel his head towards him. "Do you understand why you need to be executed?"

Naruto just looked at him, as the crowd chanted, "Demon, Demon, Demon!" Naruto then nodded, "Because I'm a demon…" He whispered, the shinobi's trained ears catching it.

He winced. The boy actually thought he was a demon. "No, Uzumaki-san." He said, sympathetically, "You are no demon." He looked over to the crowd, who was still chanting. "These villagers are fools, but they are this village's fools. They are a part of this village. It is our duty, as shinobi, to protect this village." Naruto nodded in understanding.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Naruto said quietly, and Danzo shook his head. "One of these shinobi is going to kill you." He pointed to the group surrounding Naruto.

"Because I'm a demon, right?" Naruto said, and before Danzo could say anything, he continued. "I'm a threat to this village. It's your job to eliminate me."

"I've already said, you are not the demon." Danzo told him.

"If not, then what am I?"

Danzo sighed, resigned to his fate. The boy was going to die soon, so he should die with the knowledge of why. "You are the container of the Kyubi no Yoko. The Nine Tailed Fox." He told him bluntly, not giving him time to process this new information. "Five years ago, when the fox attacked us, the Yondaime went forward to meet the beast. Out of all the babies in that hospital, he chose you. Not even his former sensei knew why, but when he rode out on the Toad Boss, he took you with him. He fought with the Kyubi to a stand still, and persuaded the Shinigami to place the Kyubi inside you, instead of devouring its immortal soul. That is why, when you dies, he will die." He stopped, and looked for Naruto's face, looking for a reaction.

This boy would have made a fine shinobi if he had been giving the choice to live that long. Already, he knew the fundamental basics of being a ninja, and he had more stamina than most adults, having run the most of the Chunin and some of the Jonin ragged. He was able to keep his emotions within him, so as not to give anything away. The ability to keep something inside was essential to a shinobi, who might have important information they needed to keep secret. To add to his prowess, he had already lived five years on his own, able to survive on the streets of Konoha. Indeed, had this boy lived, he would have become an excellent shinobi.

"Having you live runs the risks of having you lose control. We cannot take you in, for you are already too old, and have seen the seeds of disloyalty before. Today's incident with Zabuza was a testament to that. If we exile you from the village, you still run the risk of seeking revenge, or losing control in another village, shining the blame on us. Keeping you locked away with nothing is worse than death, and cannot be possible, for no jail sans a living one can keep the Kyubi at bay. Therefore, our only logical choice is to kill you." He finished, and looked at Naruto once more.

The boy scoffed, and looked down to the crowd. His attitude had changed, and now he held acceptance in his eyes. "I am no threat to this village," He said coldly. "The mind of this village is a threat to itself."

He turned and looked straight at Danzo, his blue eyes filled with acceptance. "Before I die, I want to ask you something, something I've always wanted to know." He looked to the sky, and gave a sigh, "What is,"

His words were cut off as a spear was thrown, impacting against the young boy's back. His eyes slowly closed, as he stumbled around the roof, the tiles shaking beneath his feet and his arms limp.

Danzo and the rest of the shinobi looked on in shock, as blood came from the boy's mouth. They hadn't expected a villager to be bold enough to actually carry out the execution themselves.

The crowd cried out in excitement, the source of all their anger bleeding from the spear in his back. Cheers were raised, as they attempted to find out who had done so. None of them noticed, as the robed figure left the crowd silently.

Naruto continued, stumbling on the roof, his vision going darker and darker. He looked up once, and saw the Moon. Apparently, it had come out from behind the clouds, shining its brilliance down upon the land. Naruto gave one last smile, as he saw Danzo rushing forward trying to stop his fall.

He fell, back first, where the pitch fork had hit him, the whole six stories. To him, his fall seemed forever to him, as his life flashed before his eyes.

Images of the trashcans he had lived in, all the people who had sneered at him. The nights he spent hungry, as he listened to the family inside the house behind him laugh merrily as he suffered in the cold. The joy he had felt of having found a whole piece of bread in the garbage, and the sorrow he had felt when he realized it was fake. At least now he wouldn't have to take it anymore, and he would finally be able to rest in peace without worrying.

He smiled one last time, before he hit the ground, the force of it driving the spear upwards through his heart, impaling it and driving the vital organ from his body.

He lay there for a mere second, feeling the peaceful and cold embrace of death, as his eyes looked to the sky. Then he died, with a spear impaling his heart at its end inside his body.

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"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way, Naruto-kun." The old man said, flipping the hood from his head. Though the moon was still shining, the shadows he hid in were enough to hide his facial features. "I couldn't bear to see you like this anymore. When I die, I hope the Shinigami forgives my soul."

A single tear dripped down his face, before he brought his hand up and wiped it away.

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Naruto stood in line in front of the gates, the gates which barred his way into Hell and an eternity of peace.

He had ended up here, shortly after dying. He felt nothing, except the unbearable cold. He had thought it would better than this, but it wasn't.

The place he was in was a red sky filled land. Terrible tall mountains rose around him, and lightening flashed across the sky often. He had once seen a bolt of it hit someone only three places ahead of him, incinerating the poor soul. The only good thing was that now he wouldn't have to wait so long, as he was the second in line.

He looked up at the massive figure of the Shinigami. Due to the lighting in Hell, he had a red ghostly appearance.

The soul in front of him was shivering and stuttered when the Shinigami asked his name.

"D-D-D-Doro M-Minese!" He cried out fearfully, as the Shinigami had shot him an angry glare at his stuttering.

The God of Death nodded, and held out his hand towards the man, and gasped him with a gigantic palm. He squeezed, and something green came from his body, leaving only red behind. The green part passed through the Shinigami's hand, while the red part of it stayed there.

"Accepted." The Shinigami said, letting the red part float away into the recesses of Hell. "Next." He called out, looking at Naruto.

He walked forward, and said quietly, "Uzumaki Naruto."

The Shinigami looked at him, and then bellowed out. "Say it louder, boy!" His voice thundered through the land, and a fierce howl of the wind came.

"UZUMAKI NARUTO!" He cried out fearfully, with his eyes closed.

The Shinigami 'hmped' and Naruto opened his eyes. The Death God's hand was coming closer to him, and wrapped around his body. He squeezed, but Naruto felt nothing and saw nothing leave his body.

The Shinigami looked confused for a moment, and then grinned evilly at Naruto.

"Rejected."

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Well, there's Chapter 1 of Ghost of Existence. I'll continue this story to Chapter 2, where I'll decide where it goes from there. If you need to contact me or something, leave a review or find me playing 2Moons. I'm on the Horsea server (or the one that sounds like that). All the other information is on my profile, beside contact.

Some of these ideas came from Rivers of Immortality, which I haven't put on this site. That story and this was inspired by the saying "At what speed must I live, to be able to see you again?" from the trailer of 5 Centimeters Per Second.

Tell me if you need any suggestions, I made a mistake, or if you have any questions,

Dokugin

Word Count: 5,411

Page Count: 12

Time: Roughly 5 hours