Ciaossu~ Despite that happy greeting, this story, I hope, will be very serious. I'll try to portray the life of a shinobi as accurately as I can. Any help is GREATLY appreciated ^^. I am not too knowledgeable on subjects. This crossover is not based on the game, but rather the comic "The Darkness". As such, The Darkness' power will be MUCH greater. To balance the rather obscene strength, certain "plateaus" of trust and deaths/sacrifices to The Darkness must be met. I will give no warnings. I feel they are spoilers. I also will not write any lemons, just some possibly graphic deaths(It IS The Darkness) and maybe a couple controversial subjects. I say maybe because I am not quite sure what some may be adverse to. But I will say these things only.
One-Naruto may be a little Gaara-like.
Two-Naruto will not be staying in the Hidden Leaf.
Three-Set pairings are most likely not going to be in here. Maybe some flings here and there.


Yami no Naruto

Chapter 1: IT LIVES

He could say he honestly felt nothing. Looking at the lifeless corpses around him invoked nothing but a cold sense of satisfaction. A small self-praise of a dirty job done well. The poorly illuminated den reeked of blood and though the excitement he felt was not shown on his face, he could feel his body sing. His heart's beating was amplified, an invigorating thrum coursing though him. Whether this was a job or not, it would have been done anyway, just to feel the euphoria the slaughter brought forth.

His legs started shaking from the pleasant feeling. He knew somewhere in his mind, he was wrong. His existence was an abomination of life, yet he could not bring himself to care. Staring into glassy eyes and and leering at mutilated corpses made his life. Soft footfalls made themselves known. "Naruto-sama?" A voice called out cautiously.

Naruto turned his head slightly, azure eyes almost glaring. "What do you want, can't you see I'm not done here?"

The shaking and constant clenching and releasing of Naruto's palms made the man feel uneasy. "Oyabun is waiting for your report, Naruto-sama."

Naruto sighed. His eyes circled around the room once more in admiration, before he said," Very well then. Carry me home Yoshino." Blood-stained hands were held in the air, and and dark blue eyes shined with amusement. Yoshino grimaced. Carefully kneeling to one knee, he awkwardly picked Naruto up bridal style. Naruto yawned before resting his head in the junction between Yoshino's neck and shoulder, his bloody arms sliding disgustingly on Yoshino's skin. Yoshino would not be the first in the Yamagishi syndicate to feel Naruto fed on the discomfort, pain and misery of others.


"Hokage-sama."

Standing in front of a window overlooking his beloved village, an old man turned slightly. The sharp eyes of a man who went through, and remained victorious, three world wars and several minor wars penetrating into the soul of one of his elite warriors. "Report, Koumori."

The kneeling ANBU member stood. His porcelain mask almost invisible in the shade of night. Koumori spoke in a detached tone," The Yamagishi have quailed another upstart syndicate, Hokage-sama."

"Naruto's involvement?"

"Front lines, sir. The boy released a disturbing amount of eagerness to complete his assignment. Past the zeal most kobun emit for their Oyabun. The job itself was completed without a problem, the deaths of the upstarts were not easy...Hokage-sama." The leader of the Village Hidden in the Leaves nodded absently.

"Dismissed." The Hokage lit his pipe. "I'm sorry Minato. Your son is approaching an irredeemable stage..." thought the aged Professor.


"Naruto-sama, we are almost back at the estate." The demented child stirred groggily. Eyelids slowly cracked open, and locked arms released their tension.

"Take me to Oyabun, Yoshino..." mumbled Naruto sleepily. Yoshino grimaced. He desired to take off his ruined suit and bathe and rid himself of damned blood. "Yoshino?" There was an audible edge to the child's voice.

"Right away, Naruto-sama." Naruto mumbled and slipped back into the realm of dreams.


His dreams, he mused, would be nightmares of any other person. The air reeked of decay and death. He breathed it in whole-heartedly. The sky festered with storm clouds. White and blue lances of lightning arcing in and out of the black clouds. The ground's tint was black from thousands of centuries of shed blood. Wails of the damned and shrieks from the tormented filled the air. The constant sounds of pure violence was a symphony to him. He wandered battlefields. Staring curiously, and drowning in pleasure, at the sight of war. The overpowering force of the zombies was orgasmic. He wandered through torn villages. The famine and misery called out to his blood. He wandered to cliffs, overlooking dangerous water and ravines. Reveling at the sight of weak souls impaled on the stone spikes, and forever stuck. Thunder boomed concentrated wrath overhead, before the clouds seemed to funnel down to him.

Naruto felt it as the amalgamation of all the Evil in the universe. The funnel stayed shapeless as it swirled about him. " Hello Child." Naruto could recognize it as words, but at the same time, he recognized it as a patchwork. A perverse twisting of the pleads from the tortured, the screams of pain, and the hate-filled yells of the wrathful. "My NAme is THE Darkness."