A new story based around Naruto having some abilities a friend of mine came up with.

Naruto: Gizensha

Bad Bad Luck

I grit my teeth against the cold. The command was unquestionable. Didn't even give me a chance to grab my coat. So here I was, crouched on top of a wall, in shorts and a tee-shirt, shivering as the cold autumn wind bit into my slight figure.

My discomfort was irrelevant. The command was unquestionable. The bastard had half my soul, and so I was bound to perform a single task for him, and upon completion of this task, he was to return what was mine.

The order was unquestionable, and simplicity itself. Kill Murakumo Kurama.

Fantastic.

I moved quietly, avoiding guards when I could, disabling them when no other options remained. I abhorred violence, it was barbaric and often wholly unnecessary. Stealth and subterfuge were always the best way to get what I wanted. After all, what was a shinobi but a stealthy warrior?

I shook my head at that thought. So many shinobi now were nothing but over glorified samurai, charging into battle with no thought to tactics. I scrambled up a tree, my long nails digging into the bark. I nestled myself into the tree, and settled in to wait for Murakumo.

I didn't have to wait long. He walked into the bedroom with his wife, clearly exhausted from the daily duty of the clan head.

I gritted my teeth. I wanted what was mine. So I had to kill him. I could spare his wife though, she wasn't mentioned in the order I was given.

"Tch." I dissolved into shadows, reconstituting myself inside the chambers of the patriarch of the Kurama clan. The sound of flint on steel, and a sword of blazing flame appeared in my hand. "I'm sorry." I charged at him, my blade sank into his chest, and the scent of burning flesh filled the room.

He smirked. "Clever. But it isn't real." My blade dissolved into glittering motes, and the backlash of my technique unraveling shot through my skull. The pain was unbearable.

I bared my teeth. Illusions wouldn't work on this one. I clicked my fingers, seven orbs of flickering flame appeared behind me, forming a rough arc. Darting forward, the flames pierced his body, and I smirked, thinking I had won.

His body dissolved into dust, and a knife entered the back of my head. I cried out. The man was skilled, but I was no ordinary opponent. I spun around and grabbed his throat with my right hand, and slammed left hand into his temple. He crumpled into a heap, clearly disoriented. Again, the sound of flint on steel, the sword of flame. If he was unconscious he could not reject my illusions.

The blade slid into his chest, and a sense of accomplishment filled my body. Unkai had no choice but to return what was mine.

Then she screamed. "Shit." I had forgotten about her. The clan's guards burst through the walls, I spun around looking for an exit. I willed the shadows around me to rise and spirit me away.

Suddenly, darkness descended, a rough black cloth was forced over my eyes and tied clumsily to my head.

"He can't use his power if he can't see!"

Fuck my life. If they truly believed that, then it would be true. Sometimes I hated my powers.

I was forced to my knees and bent forward. My neck was left bare, and I heard the *snick*of a sword being drawn, and the sharp edge of a blade being pressed against my neck.

"Naruto Uzumaki, for the unprovoked murder of Murakumo Kurama, Head of the Kurama clan, you are sentenced to death."

Well fuck.

Well then, new story, what do you think? POV is changing into 3rd person next chapter, so be warned.