This story takes place right after Naruto knocks out the Hokage with his "Sexy Jutsu".
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'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, I just knocked out the Hokage! Better find this scroll fast!' Panicked thoughts like this ran through the 14 year-old's mind. The orange ninja whipped past several door before skidding in front of a very ornate-looking door.
'Okay, pictures of scrolls, check. Chinese dragon carved curling around the door, check. And a gold-inlayed '3' in the middle, check. This has to be it.' The blond boy pushed the double doors open and revealed a long hall-way like room filled with bookshelves that contained innumerable scrolls, books, tablets, etc.
'M'kay the scroll I'm looking for is at the back.' Naruto thought while jumping over a large stack of scrolls.
'Ah, here we are.' Naruto stopped at a particularly large bookcase, he reached down to pick up his target when he froze mid-action. A pulse of pure power caught his attention. Slowly he stood up and look around. Another pulse directed him to a bookcase surrounded by glass. Naruto stood in front of the strange bookcase searching for what gave him that sense of power.
A faint voice echoed in his mind, "Hello, little one."
Naruto's gaze instantly was drawn to a thick gray-black tome sitting on a high shelf. His first instinct was to grab the other scroll and high-tail it out of there, but he suppressed it. "Who are you?"
There was no reply. Just as Naruto was about to walk away, the voice made another appearance. "I'm sorry, little one, I haven't spoken to anyone in ages, it takes me a while, you may call me Morgana."
Naruto pouted for a moment and crossed his arms. "My name's Naruto, not 'little one'."
Again there was a lengthy pause, though not as long as the first, a tinkling laughter filled his head. "Of course, little Naruto, of course. Now, can I ask a favor?"
The blonde uncrossed his arms, a curious look crossing his face. "What do you want me to do?"
The tome seemed to shudder in anticipation. "It has been so long since I've talked to anyone. Most just run away screaming, or try to destroy me for something that's not my fault."
Flashes of Naruto's past raced through his mind, all the beatings, mobs, starvation… he quickly dispelled these thoughts with a shake of his head. "You still haven't told me what you wanted."
There was now only a slight delay. "But that's just it! You willingly talked to me! That's more than anyone can say. Will you take me with you?"
Naruto thought for a second. "Sure, but how can I get to you?"
Morgana's laughter echoed in his mind. "Just open the glass, silly Naruto."
The boy's face turned scarlet for not thinking about this earlier. "M'kay."
"Oh, and be sure to be ready to run."
Naruto had his hand on the glass' handle. "Why?" And pulled.
A blaring alarm sounded throughout the house. Morgana let out an amused sigh, "That's why."
Naruto quickly grabbed the black book and stuffed it under his shirt, he quickly grabbed the original scroll, strapped it to his back and took off out the window.
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"What are you doing, little Naruto?" Morgana asked. Instead of the training area Mizuki had suggested, Naruto panicked and went off in another direction. He was now sitting in a large, overgrown forested area.
The shinobi in question let out a frustrated sigh. I'm trying to learn a technique from this scroll to pass my Genin exam, but this stuff is so complicated, I don't understand any of it!"
"Hmm, little Naruto, could you place me on the scroll?"
"Sure, if you promise to stop calling me 'little Naruto'." Naruto said with a frown.
"Ha, ha. Of course, little Naruto." The book said with a giggle.
The boy just grumbled and placed the, surprisingly light, tome onto the opened scroll. The scroll's writing flashed purple and then Morgana spoke, "All done, open me up to page 824, little Naruto."
"What did you do?" The boy asked, flipping through the book's weathered pages.
"I copied all the techniques in the scroll and scribed them within myself."
Naruto stopped flipping the pages, a surprised look washing over his face. "Wow, what's in there?"
"Mmm, nothing too special, Shadow clones…elemental attacks…oh my…oh dear…why is that even in here?!"
"What's wrong, Morgana?" Naruto's face scrunched up in worry.
"Oh, nothing, nothing…well let's get started on the first technique." This came out in a rush, but the boy-ninja paid no attention.
"Okay, onee-chan." Naruto continued flipping as the book seemed to thrum with pleasure at being called an older sister.
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Iruka, an ex-ANBU Captain turned school teacher, dashed through the treetops, looking for any sign of the Hyperactive blonde from his class. 'Damnit! How hard is it to find one Academy student in a BRIGHT ORANGE JUMPSUIT!'
"Naruto-oo!" Iruka called out to the surrounding forest, praying for an answer.
"Iruka-sensei?!" A faint voice called out in surprise. The older ninja whipped his head toward the direction the voice came from. 'Found you, you little twerp!' Iruka jumped over to the prone boy and boxed his ears.
"Naruto, what the HELL where you thinking, stealing THE FORBIDDEN SCROLL?! There's a REASON it's FORBIDDEN!"
"But, but, I learned two techniques with Morgana nee-chan! Doesn't that mean I pass?" The confused boy searched for an excuse.
"What?" You could almost see the question mark above the ANBU's head. "Who told you that?"
"Mizuki-sensei said that if I could learn a technique, I'd pass the Genin Exam!" Naruto exclaimed happily.
"He did? But why-" Iruka tensed and jumped out of the way of a hail of spinning shuriken.
"Damn, I missed. No matter, you won't live long enough anyhow." A shadow phased into being, revealing the traitorous teacher, Mizuki.
"Mizuki, why are you doing this? What's going on?" Naruto screamed at the attacking Chunin.
"Heh, if it isn't the demon brat. So you brought it after all. Hand it over, Naruto." The crazed look in Mizuki's eyes intensified. Naruto on the other hand tightened his grip on the scroll, pressing it to his chest. Morgana, which was under his shirt, gave off short pulses of comfort, trying to calm the frantic boy down.
Continue as Canon until Naruto's hiding behind the tree
"He is… a citizen of Konohagakure Village…UZUMAKI NARUTO!" (pg 49-50) Naruto was crying silent tears…finally someone had accepted him. Morgana gave off warming pulses of happiness, trying her best with the limited range of actions she was allowed.
"How…touching." Mizuki just sneered at the ex-ANBU. "Say Goodnight!"
Naruto's insides froze at the man's tone, springing into action, he dashed toward the unaware Chunin and kneed him in the face, sending him skidding back. Naruto kept his head down, face concealed by the goggles which he had shoved down over his eyes. "Keep away from Iruka-sensei, or I'll Kill You."
"Little Naruto, why don't you try out that new spe- I mean jutsu , that I taught you." The seductively low voice of Morgana coaxed him. Naruto's eyes flashed a dark red behind the goggles, swirls of mist-like blackness formed a ring around his pupil, expanding outward.
"Excellent idea, Morganna-oneechan." The puzzled looks of the two shinobi just greeted the boy's unprompted statement. Naruto's hands immediately started glowing an ice-blue, bringing them up and flashing through unfamiliar handsigns, some that were against the body's natural ability to make! He did this all while chanting a strange mantra,
"Kroshh, arwqc-bla, hrka mluro ql-jr,
Betr skuloqcx plshp ql-jr,
Wka E pcwhh protr qcrr!"
A chill wind swept through the ancient trees, sending shivers down the three shinobi's spines, but not from the cold. A hooded figure materialized in front of the determined boy, both human-like and Satanic all in one.
Naruto immediately dropped to his knee, eyes firmly planted at the man's feet, bowing in supplication. "My lord, Nerull." Both boy and book intoned reverently.
"Why have you summoned me, pitiful creature." The death god's voice rattled like a man's last breath, causing all in his presence to quake in terror.
"I-I wish to pledge my services to your cause…and to ask for a bit of power, My Lord." Morgana had stopped comforting the boy, wishing to see him acting on his own before her lord.
Nerull's mythical scythe, Life Cutter, was leveled at the quivering boy's neck. "Why should I do this mortal, you are but one in a sea of fools destined to die at another fools hand, why should I let you represent me in this pitiful excuse for a dimension?" Nerull's voice held no malice, only a cold indifference, as if wholly uninterested with the whole matter. Naruto managed to reign in most of the fear he felt before the awesome figure.
"I can't fail, I won't fail, My Lord. I will make you proud to call me one of your own, whatever you desire of me, it shall be yours, My Lord." Nerull raised a thin eyebrow at the courage the boy-child displayed. Mizuki, having gotten over his temporary paralysis, threw his remaining Windmill Shuriken at the back of Nerull, only to have it disintegrate upon contact with the Unholy entity.
Said God of Death and Chaos merely tilted his head sideways to glance at the advancing Chunin, only to impale the man with a back swing of his scythe. The blade pierced Mizuki's chest, causing him to hang from it as his body fell limp. A dark gray mist escaped the dead ninja's mouth, curling and winding down the scythe and into Nerull's hand, where it condensed into a small ball. "Then prove to me, pitiful boy, that you are worthy of carrying my name into this realm, come forth and feed upon the essence of Death."
Nerull lowered his hand to the boy's chin, forcing the child to look up at the dark swirling ball. Naruto hesitated a half-second but quickly sucked the ball into his mouth, wisps of smoky essence formed a straw-like effect as he breathed in the soul of his former teacher.
Several things happened at once. Nerull dropped his hand and stepped back, the body of Mizuki being pushed back as it was still attached to the blade of the scythe. Iruka passed out from the sheer incredibility of watching this spectacle. Lastly, Naruto's eyes went completely black, iris, pupil and retina, as the boy inhaled and screamed.
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The Hokage sat as forward as he could in his chair, staring at the sight when his crystal ball went completely dark and started to form cracks.
'Oh shit." Was all the aged Hokage could manage before his crystal ball exploded outwards in a shower of glass slivers.
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All over the Village, a scream rung out and echoed down the subdivisions, it was a sound only very few shinobi had heard before, the sound of a damned soul.
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"Hmm, impressive indeed." Nerull looked upon the spasming body of the boy at his feet, though long since unconscious, his body continued to fight the aftereffects of literally eating another person's soul. "Very well, young Necromancer, you have my blessing." The god kneeled down and touched the boy's forehead, black lines spread from Nerull's touch, creating the god's personal symbol, a stylized skull with a scythe behind it. "Go forth and carry my name, let none stand in your way, not even Death." The god's hand brushed downward, to where the Morgana lay motionless under his shirt, "You'll take care of him, won't you?" The book shuddered at Nerull's touch, giving a pulse of comfort instead of speaking to her lord.
The god rose and turned, shaking the body of the ninja off his scythe, walking off into the forest where he dematerialized, returning to his home plane.
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Naruto's body ached, his eyes ached; hell, even his tongue ached! Although the bright white lights weren't helping. The boy shook his head, trying to gain some lucidity so he could take stock of his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed, Iruka sat slumped in a chair next to his bed, obviously asleep from the sounds of snoring…though he didn't understand why an orange book with a big 'NO!' sign was draped over the man's eyes like a blindfold. Meh, adults are weird. A few minutes later the door opened and a Nurse walked in, looking down at a clipboard. She briefly glanced up at the boy, who for all intent and purposes should still be out cold, before looking down at her chart again. Immediately she froze and did a double take of the confused Naruto before hightailing it out the door, calling for the head doctor, 'Mochi-san'.
The noise woke the sleeping Academy teacher who sat up straight, incidentally flinging the book onto Naruto's lap where it lay open on a rather…graphic scene. The boy turned a bright cherry-red and fainted, looking just like he had before waking up earlier. A tall doctor in blue scrubs rushed into the boy's room, closely followed by the frantic nurse.
He took one look at the sleeping boy and turned to scold the raving nurse on how she should make sure the patients were actually awake before calling him. The nurse just looked confused and helpless.
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The second time Naruto woke, it was mid-day and both the Hokage and Iruka were in deep conversation just loud enough for him to hear.
"He should have never found it in the first place! It's far to dangerous for him to carry around like a school book!" Iruka growled.
"But anytime we try to take it away, it freezes the skin no matter what precautions we take. It seems to have taken a liking to the boy, I say we leave it up to him."
"Leave what up to who?" Naruto was puzzled, what were they trying to take from him, a book… Naruto was slapped by realization like it was wielding a large dead fish. "WHERE"S MORGANNA!" He shouted at the two frantically looking around and under the covers for his missing possession.
The Third restrained the flailing boy and tried to calm him. "Don't worry Naruto. Morgana, was it? Well, she's in the table beside you so calm down."
The boy stopped struggling long enough for the Sandaime to let go, he then retrieved the tome and hugged it to his chest like a lost sibling. "There you are, I thought I'd lost you."
"Don't fret, little Naruto, I wouldn't leave you." The sentient book sent out a pulse of warmth, reassuring the unstable boy.
"I know, I know." Naruto continued to hug the book as the adults shared a confused glance.
"Naruto," Iruka prompted, "who are you talking to?"
The boy-ninja looked at them like it was the dumbest question in the world. "Morganna-oneechan of course! Why, can't you here her?" The adults shared another glance before Morgana gently suggested something to the boy.
"Naruto, why don't you open me up to a blank page, okay?" The boy looked at the book, confused for a second before breaking out in a wide grin.
"Hey, that time you didn't call me 'little Naruto'!"
"Oh, sorry, little Naruto, I'll remember next time." A note of teasing tinged her words as the boy pouted, but did as his big sister instructed.
The older ninja looked at the one-sided conversation in wonder. Maybe the boy had finally lost it? They looked on as the boy flipped to a clean page, and then in amazement as words appeared on the page as if by magic. Hello, good shinobi, may I ask your names? From Naruto's seriousness they realized he wasn't the one controlling this.
"Ahem, my name is Kenji Sarutobi, the Sandaime Hokage. This is Iruka Umino, Naruto's teacher. Who are you?" The Third asked gravely.
Words flowed onto the page, My name is Morgana le'fay, Morgan for short. I'm Naruto's big sister. ; ) There was actually a smiley face drawn on the page, winking at them.
"…Be that as it may, why are you with Naruto? Where did you come from?"
Naruto rescued me from that dreary bookshelf, no one to talk to, you could say he's my 'Knight in Shining Armor' as it were. Naruto's ears and cheeks turned pink at this statement, not meeting the adult's eyes. As to where I came from…you said you were the Third Hokage, correct?
"Yes…" A sense of foreboding and a headache were forming all at once on the stressed Hokage's mind.
Well, it was the first Hokage who took me from my rightful owner…selfish bastard. The adults looked stunned at this.
"You mean to tell me that the First Hokage stole you from someone!" Iruka exclaimed, hardly believing it.
Yes, and he wasn't very…clean about it neither. Anyway, we're getting off track. Wasn't there something you wanted to ask?
"Yes." Kenji took hold of the situation. "What is that mark on Naruto's forehead. " He asked pointing to the boy's bandaged forehead.
The book did not respond immediately, and when she did, it was in halting strokes. That is something to be discussed later, not in a place where the walls have many ears.
Both adults frowned deeply at that before Iruka came to a realization. "Oh, Naruto! Close your eyes." The boy was puzzled but did as he was told. He could feel something settle over his bandages and heard Iruka say, "Okay, Naruto. Open your eyes."
The first thing the boy noticed was Iruka's forehead was bare, showing a dark tan line from where he wore his forehead protector. The second was that both adults were smiling broadly at him. "Congratulations Naruto, you passed!"
The room was absolutely silent for a full second before a loud whoop of joy filled the air, lifting the spirits of those who heard.