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Chapter 1
"Tsudom Kinton, it's good to see you again. Its been a few years hasn't it. So how has my blind friend been?" welcomed Orochimaru. Before him stood a short, stocky man. He wore a black tee-shirt with a large red star on the chest. Over his shirt was an unbuttoned black trench coat that displayed the red star proudly. He wore black cargo pants with red lining and black sandals. Atop his head, his hair was cut in a standard military shave fashion with sideburns of similar length coming down the sides of his face and connecting with a well trimmed beard on his chin. Other than the red star that addorned his shirt the only thing that shoot out about this black clad man were his pupiless white eyes.
"Orochimaru-sama." Kinton return.
"Ahh, formal as ever Kinton-san. Anyways I am in need of your special abilities. As you recall, when I was run out of Konoha I was forced to leave behind years of research. Much of the results had already been transferred to other bases outside of Fire, but unfortunately not all my… personal items had been removed. As such I was forced to leave behind many valuable personal effects, some of which I am going to be in need of in the near future. The problem I have run into is that the laboratory I was discovered in had my inventory lists in it. I was forced to activate the explosive tags in that laboratory to cover my escape. Anyways, it has come to my attention that some of the items I left in my many other laboratories in Konoha are going to be of use in the future. As such, I am in need of your special infiltration methods." Orochimaru relayed.
"What are these items that you require me to obtain?" Kinton asked cautiously, one can never be to careful of this snake.
"I'm glad you are interested. There are in fact a dozen or so items that I will require you to retrieve. All the items are listed with their descriptions here in this scroll. Also here is a map of Konoha, along with its underground tunnels." Orochimaru said as he handed Kinton two small scrolls. "Also, as your payment, anything you find that isn't on that list is fair game. I'm sure you'll find plenty to compensate yourself with. Now, I'm sorry, but I have things to do and must leave you now. I'm sorry I don't have time to catch up right now. So this is goodbye Kinton-san." And with that Orochimaru turned on his heel and stalked off, but before he disappeared, he threw some last parting words over his shoulder. "It will probably take awhile to find all of the listed items, just bring them here as you acquire them."
Kinton just stood there, stiff as a statue until Orochimaru was gone. When he could no longer sense the snake man he drooped his shoulders and let out a sigh. 'Man, he is sooo creepy! Why do I even consider him a friend?' As he was contemplating this Kinton Shunshined to the entrance of the bunker him and Orochimaru had been meeting in. In a flash of black he was off on his way to Konoha.
Three days later, Konoha Front Gates, October 10th, Morning
Kinton had just spotted the great gates of Konoha in appear on the horizon. He jumped down from the trees and found a small clearing off the main road. After making sure no one was around, Kinton took off his trench coat and tee-shirt. From one of the thigh pockets of his pants, he drew a slip of paper with a seal on it. In a single swift motion, he slapped the piece of paper onto the center of his chest. Slowly he felt his chakra being drained until there was a fraction of what there normally was. Also, he felt his hair start growing until it was shoulder length. Reaching back, he tied his now longer hair back into a ponytail. Throwing his shirt and coat into his pack, he drew out a green tee shirt and white vest. After checking himself over he went back out to the main road and began walking to the gates in the distance.
The guards at the gate of Konoha were having a hard time controlling all the traffic coming into Konoha. With the festivity going on today, many people from local towns and cities would come and visit for what many consider one of the greatest parties in the entire Fire Nation. As far as size goes, it was comparable to New Years, but the intensity of the celebration was on a new level. The drinking and shopping and games would start in the morning and continue on late into the night. For local businesses this was one of then most important days of the year. As such the tourists there for the festival were very important in order to bring in as much money into the village as possible. As, with most of the ninja population joining in on the festivities, finding enough people to participate on guard duty was exceedingly difficult.
All of these factors led to no one paying any attention to Kinton as he mearly told the guard that stopped him he was here to visit family and enjoy the festivities. The Chunin, after sensing a miniscule chakra signature from the man didn't even look twice, just waving him by and brought up the next person.
Hitting the crowded streets, Kinton was impressed by the amount of people and stands set up. It wasn't even noon yet and there were already drunks roaming the with the crowds. While impressed with the size of the event, Kinton couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted with the fact that this was also the day that one of this villages leaders died protecting the village, and yet the security was so relaxed that this would be a perfect opportunity for an enemy to strike. 'I wonder what the Yondaime would think if his village was destroyed because they were celebrating his sacrifice? He would probably be so pissed at the third and kick his ass in the after life.' Smirking to himself Kinton decided to take the day off and enjoy the festivities. Its not everyday you have an opportunity to just relax. So Kinton spent the rest of the day trying the food, playing games, listening to music, and joining in on one of the many dances. The one thing he didn't do was drink. He had seen enough of the effects of alcohol in his life to know it wasn't worth it.
After the sun went down and the moon began rising into the sky, Kinton joined a large mob in a park to watch the firework show. In front of the large mass of people, on a raised stand, the man who was in charge of the firework display still up and addressed the crowd, "I would like to thank you all for coming out and celebrate this important day in our villages history. Before we begin we would like to take a moment to remember our great leader, The Yondaime Hokage, who sacrificed his own life to protect our village from the demon, Kyubi no Kitsune. After our display tonight we are going to be starting a new game in honor of the Yondaime's sacrifice. Its called Fox Hunt and we will be finishing what the fourth started." The man smirked as he watched the eyes of many enthusiastic citizens and shinobi who knew exactly what he was getting at, though the tourists looked clueless. 'No matter there will be more than enough people, and when words spreads of our new game, those numbers will only get bigger. That shit stain is going to feel it tonight when we avenge all those that he killed!' With this thought the man's smirk grew to a maniac's grin that made Kinton suspicious of what this "game" was.
Before he could come to any reasonable conclusion the fireworks began splashing the sky with a multitude of colors and shapes. Some fizzed and others boomed, some were yellow and yet some sprayed out rainbows, but one thing that they all had in common was how they all accentuated the beauty of the starry night sky. Children's' mouths were wide in awe, couples hugged each other under the soft glow, and everything seemed happy and peaceful.
After a full fifteen minutes of continuous firework extravaganza and a dazzling finally, the all the faces in the crowd were plastered with smiles. Slowly the tourist and children began drift back to there beds after a long night. Some adults left too, but man knew that the nightly fun was only beginning. They knew that tonight would be the night that they would begin extracting their revenge on the damned fox that took so much from the village when it attacked exactly three years ago.
What first alerted Kinton that something was up, was as he was pushing through the crowd to find a place to stay, killer intent and bloodlust began oozing off of those that were obviously staying. 'Da heck. Am I missing something or is there an attack? Does this have something to do with that Fox Hunt game? I think I stay and find out what's up. If I'm going to be in town for a while to get that stuff for Orochimaru I should have an understanding for what up in this village.' As Kinton made his decision, he turned around in time to see that man from earlier taking to his stand again.
Looking around and seeing that most of those that were leaving were already gone, the firework man began addressing the crowd. "Tonight as I said, we are going to start a new late night game called Fox Hunt. We will get our revenge on that fox for all he did to us, our family and friends. We will show it hell and finish what the Yondaime started!" With every sentence Kinton could feel the rage in those around him building and the killer intent and bloodlust flowing off everyone in a hundred. His curiosity only grew as the firework man jumped off his stand and began leading the mob of civilians and shinobi through the streets. Getting near the front as they advanced through the streets under the leadership of the firework man, one person behind him began chanting, and within seconds, every other person in the mob had joined in on the battle cry of "Death to the demon." They began pumping their fists in the air and there bloodlust only grew bigger as more and more people began joining the mob, making it numbers swell far beyond what they had started with at the park. And then the man came to a stop in front of a modest two story building. The mob began surrounding it, civilians filled the streets and allies, shinobi took to the roofs, and the chanting grew in intensity.
Studying the building, Kinton was thrown off by the fact that this building was an orphanage. 'Why are we all at an orphanage?' As if to answer his mental question, the door slammed open and an old, gray haired lady came out dragging a young blond boy dressed in rags. And that's when Kinton was surprised yet again, he didn't think these people could get any louder or make there hate any more apparent, but when this boy, no older than four came into view they chanting and bloodlust was turned up, not one, but three more notches. The hate was suffocating and the cries for this apparent demon was deafening. Squinting his eyes, Kinton was intrigued at what would happen next and that's when a new emotion mixed in with the multitude of others and being at the front of the ring, Kinton could see where it was coming from. The boy.
Naruto had not been having a good day. Today was his birthday and the day of a big festival. He liked to think in his mind that the festive was in honor of his birthday. But when he got up in the morning we was in for a rude surprise. The old care taker lady who had always hated him for some reason and encouraged, even rewarding, the other kids for being mean to him. And this morning when he got up from his bed and opened the door to the room he was forced to live in under the stairs, he was apprehended by the care taker lady. She proceeded to yell at him and call him names. After venting her own feeling on him, she tied him to the railing post at the bottom of the stairs and told the other children that they had to hurt him before they could have breakfast. Even adding that those that made him cry would get second helpings. After a full hour of being teased and beaten by his fellow children, Naruto was left on the post as the others went and ate breakfast. When they were done, the old care taker lady had the children take a second round at hurting Naruto, with the promise of letting them going ON THEIR OWN to the festival. This got them going and enthusiastic about such a reward. So after another hour, Naruto was alone, still tied to that damned post.
To his credit, he did try and escape his bonds, but that proved futile as he had only just turned three that day and considering how malnourished he was, it wasn't surprising that he couldn't summon the strength to break himself free. This ritual of him being beat by the other kids followed at both lunch and dinner. And yet after both of these meals and the rest of the kids had gone to bed, he was still left tied to that post. By the time the mob showed up Naruto had fallen unconscious, but was promptly shaken awake my the old hag. After giving him her own little whacking, which included the use of the wooden cane she used to walk. After this she untied him and dragged him out into the street in front of the orphanage.
Naruto's eyes when wide and the amount of fear he was feeling skyrocketed when he felt such immense hate being directed at him. The dropped him in front of a man that was at the center of the semi-circle. With a parting kick in the back, the lady turned and retreated back into the orphanage.
Then the firework man began to speak again. "Today Kyubi we are going to pay you back for everything that you did to us! You will suffer just like we all did. Prepare to enter hell Kyubi, that were demons like you belong!" Turning, he began addressing the crowd, "Let out your hate and anger! Here is what has caused our suffering and misfortune! Let us show him who he was messing with. Make it slow and painful!" And with that the man was received with a cry of agreement. Turning back to the shivering boy Kinton was watched, shocked, as the man began wailing on the small child. After five minutes, the firework man picked the boy up by his hair and threw him into the street.
After a few seconds a group of five men came out and surrounded the boy. They took their turn hurting him before returning to the circle. Groups began rotating in and out of the mob. Kinton just watched with blank eyes. On the inside of his head, his mind was swirling. In one corner he was figuring out why he was being called the Kyubi, in another he was watching his own experiences with bullies as a kid, not on this level of course, but still. And yet still a third section was trying to decide what he wanted to do. As the seventh group was leaving the circle, life returned to Kinton's eyes.
He reached under his shirt and pulled off the seal from his chest. His chakra spiked, but this went unnoticed, as did his appearance change. The crowd was just to focused on watching the little boy get beaten within an inch of his life. In a burst of speed Kinton picked up the boys and before anyone could react, he shunshined back to the park he had watch the firework display from. The people of the mob looked shock. Here, a person, who had seemed to be a civilian had saved the fox boy. How dare him save the demon from his righteous beating!
Especially furious was the firework man. He had been given the job of killing the boy by the civilian counsel and had been promised a large reward for his efforts, but now, now his target had disappeared. Turning from spot the boy had been moments ago, he addressed the crowd once again. "We have but just begun. Lert us search every corner and alley of this village to finish what we have started! We will not be stopped from fulfilling the will of the Yondaime!" The crowd roared in responds and shot off in all direction without coordination. The firework man smirked to himself as he ran off with one of the many groups. He was confident in getting his reward, there was no way the demon could escape. But on the spire of a nearby building two red eyes had been watching the whole procession with interest.
With his Sharingan active, Itachi was able to follow the trail of the shunshin. Turning to the park, Itachi slid his bloody blade back into hits sheath on his back before shunshining after the man that had take Naruto.
Two Hours before the firework display, Hokage tower
Itachi, with his ANBU weasel mask, entered the Hokages office. Looking up the Third was surprised to see Itachi, but welcomed him by his ANBU name not the less. "Hello, Weasel, what can I do for you?" Hiruzen asked, he was in an irritable mood. He had missed the entire festival because he had a mountain of paperwork. He was the Hokage for Pete's sake and yet he is to busy to attend his own village's festival. Looking down, Itachi activated his sharingan. After a moment of silence he looked up and into the elder Sarutobi's eye. The third's eyes widened for a moment, but it was already to late, he slumped back into his chair unconscious.
Waving his hand four ANBU came out of the walls and looked at Itachi. After a moment they dropped the genjustu on their masks, revealing the Kanji for ROOT on their foreheads. They all followed Itachi out the window and into the night. They leapt from rooftop to rooftop in the direction of the Uchiha district.
Happily holding his mom's hand, Sasuke was bouncing up and down as him and his mom walked back to the Uchiha complex after having gone to the park to watch the fireworks. Normally, the Uchiha have their own celebration inside the complex though the enthusiasm that the rest of the village feels for the festival isn't there for the Uchiha. Partially because the they had never liked the Yondaime and partially because the general suspicion is that the Uchiha had something to do with the Kyubi attack in the first place. Because of this, even though they are an important part of the village shinobi force, they had slowly lost the trust of many other shinobi.
Even so, Sasuke had wanted to watch the fireworks and his mom couldn't resist his cute, constant requests. But now, as they approached the entrance to the Uchiha complex, Sasuke's mother felt something was off. She first noticed that all the lights were off. Shadows cast by the moon left a spooky atmosphere, and then, her highly attuned nose caught a whiff of... Blood. Holding Sasuke closer to herself, she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Sasuke, stay close to mommy and be as quiet as possible, ok?"
Sensing something was wrong with his mom, Sasuke nodded his head and latched onto his mother's arm. Even in this tense situation, she couldn't stop herself from smile at how cute he looked. But that smile instantly dropped, activating her sharingon, she could see lost of residue chakra in the air around the complex.
Taking small cautious steps, they began advancing slowly down the main street. Intent on going to their house, they took the first right, but froze the moment they turned the corner. Thrown against he walls of the buildings on either side of the street were they fellow clansmen. Sasuke felt his body pulled away from the sight. His mother, turning him around could see the confusion in his eyes. But she knew better than that, she recognized the people strewn about before her and she knew what was going on.
The plans at coup had been instigated by her husband and while she was not a strong supporter of starting a civil war, she understood the grievances of her fellow clansmen and had done nothing to oppose the planning. As of this week their were only two wild cards remaining in their hand, Itachi and Shisui. Both had show strong disapproval towards the coup, but while Shisui had grudgedly agreed to support his clan, Itachi, her own son had shown no such support.
As she examined the bodies of her clan, she noticed that they were divided up, the civilians on the right, and he shinobi on the left. She didn't want to know why, but when she spotted the blood flowing from eyes all those on the shinobi side she felt her stomach turn. They had been relieved of their families most valuable possession, their eyes. With that she started backing away with Sasuke's little body held in her arms. Once she was on the Main Street again, she turned and began running for the entrance, but sopped cold when she felt a presence behind her. Quickly snapping her head around, she saw, at the end of the other end of the main road, an ANBU with a weasel mask. At this moment her heart froze as she recognized her son holding a blade covered in blood. His shoes were covered in red and his shirt was dripping. She knew she was string at her clan's executioner and felt fear rack her body, but his next motion confused her. He lifted his arm and flick his wrist at her. She just stare on confused until she realized that he was shooing her away from blood and gore he had spilt.
Returning a small smile, she turned her head and began running at full speed to the HokageTower on the other side of the village.
Itachi let out a sigh of relief as he watched his mom and little brother escape the carnage that he had created. Turning, he jumped onto the nearest building and made his way to where the ROOT ANBU were storing and sealing the sharingan eye that they had take from the clans man.
As he landed amongst the scrolls and beaker filled with eyes he noticed that there were only three of the original four ROOT members left. This didn't bode well for him, he was determined to keep the sharingans out of the hands of Danzo and his goons. "Where's rhino?" He quickly asked.
"He has taken the first complete scroll already, we should have the rest ready in a few minutes."
Cursing in his head for letting that madman get a hold of so many sharingan, Itachi raised the blade he still held in his hand, and before any of the ROOT could react slew them. Picking up the other completed scroll, he ran through a simple fire jutsu and unleashed a torrent of flames on the remaining scrolls and jars of eyes. As much as he hated to destroy the treasured eyes of his clan, he didn't want Madra acquiring anymore than he could. And just as the flames before him died down, he felt a new presence appear behind him out of the blue. Turning, be was able to catch the last of the black spiraling swirl that announced the arrival of his "master."
"Have you retrieved all the eyes?" Madra spoke in a hushed tone.
"Unfortunately, when it became clear what my intentions were, the ROOT destroyed all they could. Instead of dozens of scrolls I have but one to give you. Also one of Danzo rats made off his a filled scroll also." Itachi said as he handed over the scroll he had kept intact.
Frowning on the inside of his orange swirl mask, Madra took the offered scroll, "this will do I guess. And what of Shisui, what has become of him and his eyes?"
"Unfortunately, by the time I found him, Danzo had already gotten to him. Shisui told me that Danzo had only managed to get his left eye, whole he himself destroyed his other to prevent Danzo acquiring both. I'm sorry, Danzo played his cards very well."
At this Madra's frown only deepened. He had wanted to acquire Shisui's eye, they were very powerful, but now with them out of reach it was disappointing. 'I will have to adjust my plans to compensate for this failure. At least Itachi acquired one scroll, it will be most useful.' "Very well, I will see you at the appointed place and we will begin the next chapter in my plans." And with that he disappeared in a black whirlpool out of his right eye.
Now alone again, Itachi finally dropped him emotionless mask and broke down. While he may not have like many of his Clansmen for there arrogance and hateful ways, that had still been family and he had mercilessly slaughtered them. After a few minutes his weeping silenced and the sobs came loss often. When we finally stopped he calmed himself and steeled his nerves. There was one past thing he needed to do. He needed to fulfill his last promise to his best friend Shisui and accomplish his final wish. Give Shisui's right eye to someone worth of it. Steeling his nerves Itachi jumped of onto the night, towards a certain orphanage.
Firework park, After Kinton's escape with Naruto
Kinton appeared in the park in a swirls of grass. Quickly checking that their was no one around him, Kinton placed the boy under a tree and produced from his own back pocket the map of laboratories Orochimaru had given him. Quickly scouring the scroll with his hand, he found that the nearest safe haven was a few streets over. Replacing the scroll in his back pocket, he threw the boy over his shoulder and took off, sprinting across the park, luckily in the direction away from the orphanage. Just as he reached the boundary of the park and jumped onto the cobble street, he felt a chakra presence approaching the park. Quickly clanking down the cobble street, Kinton made his way to the sewer drain that the scroll instructed him to go to. But as he ran he could hear another pair of feet following him. Sending chakra into his legs, he sped up and attempted to lose his pursuer before he reached the manhole. But this was to no avail, little did he realize that when he began using chakra, it just became a lot easier for his persist to follow him. But slowly the sound of running feet faded. Turning right one last time, he found the manhole and threw it off. Jumping down into the black abyss, he slid the cap back into place and began navigating the dark underground complex still at full speed.
When Itachi's sharingan picked up the residue of the man he was pursuing, he slowed down to allow the man to think he was getting away. Before he would go through with his plan for Shisui's eye, he would need to find out this man's intentions. He wouldn't allow him to use Naruto.
Continuing his chase at a slower pace, he weaves in and out of the streets and alleys following the trail of chakra.
The trail came to an end right above a manhole. Bending down, Itachi quickly scanned the street he was on. Finding the coast to be clear, Itachi drew up the manhole and slipped down into the underground. Drawing the cap back up, he covered the hole back up. Here, Itachi drew a blank. His target had still been using chakra to increase his speed, but it was pitch black, and the only reason Itachi was able to see was because of his sharingon. For the guy to be able to navigate these tunnels at full speed he would have to have an intimate knowledge of these tunnels or had some sort of ability that allowed him to also see in the dark. In either case, as the pursuer, Itachi knew he was at a disadvantage. Turning around and focusing on the chakra trail left behind, he wearily made his way after it. Making sure to look out for possible traps or ambushes, Itachi walked after his target.
As he went deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, Itachi's brain was trying to figure out who would possibly take Naruto, and for what purpose. 'If it is Danzo, he timed his move perfectly. To acquire a large amount of sharingan and a jinchuriki in one night that is quite impressive. And to acquire one while staving off a civil war and the other at a young, impressionable age, that's a good night for any leader. But then it could also be another village trying to acquire a jinchuiki, its not like its hard to figure out, even with the Third's law regarding Naruto, the villagers don't exactly suppress their hate or name calling and if you combine that with his birthday or heritage you can easily figure it out. But he did wait until he was being beaten, is it possible that is was just somebody doing something nice? Hmmm…' AS he though Itachi came to realize that there were to many factors and that it was best to take a cautious approach to deal with this man, whatever his intentions.
Turning right Itachi found the chakra seemed to walk right into a wall a little bit down the current corridor. As he approached it, he began examining the wall. Because he had his sharingan active he knew it wasn't a genjutsu. He gave it a little push, but the wall didn't budge. Backing up and looking at his situation, Itachi decided to do one of the most ridiculous things possible. Walking back up to the spot here the chakra disappeared, Itachi brought his right hand up and… knocked on what he assumed was a door, three times. Putting his hand back down and backing up, Itachi crossed his arms on his chest and waited patiently.
After placing the proper seal key on the door, Kinton too back, as the designated spot opened in on itself. Walking into the room, the first thing that happened was the smell of rotting flesh attacked his nostrils. After the door closed behind him, Kinton began clucking his tongue in five second intervals. Navigating over to one of three examination tables in the laboratory, be plopped the boy down on the nearest one. Doing a quick examination of the boy, Kinton was startled to find that for the most part all the boys injuries had already heal and not only that, they seemed to do so naturally. Pulling a kunai from under his vest, Kinton made a small insertion on the boys fore arm. He was taken aback as within seconds on the injure being inflicted to sealed itself back up and was left with perfect. Taking the kunai again and this time made a cut from the boys wrist all the way up to his elbow, it was also much deeper than the last one. Kinton took a step back and watched as blood flowed from the wound. The boy also stirred for a second, but didn't regain consciousness. After about a minute the cut was about half way closed up. After another, it, like the first was left perfect again.
Pleasantly surprised at this boys abilities, he found himself disgusted yet again that the crowd had taken advantage of this knowledge to allow them a much longer beating. Running his hand through his short black hair. Deciding to let the boy sleep in peace, he pulled his black trench coat out of his pack of rapped the boy up in it to keep him warm in the damp room. Letting out a sigh while turning to examine the room he had entered, he couldn't help but notice the simplicity. It was a simple rectangle. Stretching across the center, were the three stone examination tables. Looking to the ceiling, hung a single light bulb with a string hanging down next to it. Deciding to leave it, as to not disturb the boy, Kinton turned again and saw on the far side of the room, were five seemingly occupied cells. As he approached the cells, he found each contained a rotting body. As he stood right next to them, Kinton was forced to cover his sensitive nose to avoid throwing up from the revolting stench.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Spinning around he felt his heart jump as he heard the knocking coming from the door. He even accidentally let go of his nose, but quickly plugged it again after getting one sniff of the bodies behind him. 'What the heck, how was I followed? Are these labs compromised? Damn, did Orochimaru set me up? Lets see, I don't really have any choice but to answer. If I don't They can just wait me out. Hopefully they aren't to strong.'
As Kinton approached the door, be pulled the key seal in his right hand and a kunai in the other. Slapping the seal on the door, his body tensed as he prepared for whatever was on the other side. Before the door was all the way open Kinton found himself pinned to the wall so quickly that he didn't have a chance to react.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Such a simple question and yet Kinton was lost for words, but then he felt a tinge of fear run down his spine as he picked something up. This man had a sharingan. 'Dang, I can't lye to him. Oh well maybe he won't kill me.' "My name is Tsudom Kinton."
'Tsudom? Ah, that explains how he navigated these tunnels, sound is a lot easier to use when there is no light.' "Well Tsudom-san what might you be doing down here and with this boy none the less?" Itachi asked.
"I was trying to save the boy from from that mob. I figured they would search for him, so I came to try and escape."
"Hmmm… well you aren't lying, but why would a foreigner help some child, that is obviously hated by the entire village?"
"He reminded me of my childhood. While I wasn't hated by my village, I was bullied for being different. I don't like it when other are hurt for no reason."
Seeing only truth in his words, Itachi dropped Kinton and proceeded to walk over and examine Naruto. Seeing he was healing fine, like always. He turned back to Kinton, " I don't have much time to talk. I am giving to job. You are to watch after and protect him. Do what you can for him and if you have to leave the village take him with you. If you fail, I will make sure to find you and end you life in the most unpleasant and slow manner possible. Do you understand me?"
Kinton just stared at the man before him. 'Why is he trusting me to this?' He was about to ask,but reconsidered when he felt the seriousness rolling off the man. Taking a deep breath, he made a promise that would change the direction of his life. "Very well."
Smirking under his mask, Itachi couldn't help but feel satisfied, but now came the difficult part. " I need you to turn stand in the hallway while I do something. Open the door, when I knock." Itachi ordered.
To Kinton, the authority was obvious in the man's voice, but he couldn't help but feel suspicious. He had just promised to protect and raise the boy, but was now being asked to leave him in the room alone with this man? But, again he felt the seriousness coming of him and complied. When the door shut behind him he sat back and waited nervously.
Back inside the room, Itachi was hovering over Naruto's unconscious body. Reaching into his right pants pocket, he pulled out a single, small scroll. Unraveling it until there were but two seals revealed, he pushed the necessary amount of chakra into the first seal. In a cloud of smoke, a clear jar filled with water and a single sharingan eye appeared. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Naruto and slowly opened up his eye lid and began the procedure.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
It had bee a full five minutes since the man had left Kinton out in the hall. Once the knocking came, he was ready. Slapping the key seal onto the door yet again, he stood back while the door open to show the man he had left with the boy. Before Kinton could do anything, the man handed him four scrolls and began talking quickly, "These first three are for him when turns eight. They can only be opened my him. Also, when he turns eye, the patch on his eye will come off. This last scroll is some basic instructions for you, to properly take care of the boy and make sure he can look after himself. I will be checking in on him periodically so you better keep an eye on him. Oh and here, you are going to want to draw all the money from these accounts in first thing in the morning. Make sure to use one of those disguises you used earlier, and then never use it again. The money will help you look after the boy. Goodbye and good luck." And with that Itachi shunshined into the forest outside Konoha.
Kinton stood there with his mouth gaping. As his head processed the info it had just taken in, he suddenly felt very old. He no longer felt like the man in his late twenties that was just earlier today enjoying a festival without much of a worry in the world, but now, now he had a little kid he had to watch and new responsibilities, along with his job given to him by Orochimaru. Unlike earlier, now he really felt like having a drink.
Trudging back into the room, the door shut behind him. Kinton looked over at boy and decided that he had the right idea. Pulling out a scroll, he unseal a second trench coat, this one identical to the fist and pulled it over his shoulders. Sliding onto the center examination table he promptly fell asleep.
When Naruto falls unconscious after the second group comes out to beat him, his mindscape
Drip, Drip, Drip.
Opening his eyes, Naruto found that his eyes were just showing one big blur . Blinking them into focus, he found himself staring at the ceiling of a hallway. On the ceiling, were two pipes. One that looked to be only a few inches wide and was giving off a blue aura. The other was a full two feet wide and gave off a red aura. Along the sides of the walls were a series of lights.
As Naruto tried to stand, he found that he couldn't actually more, or even feel any part of his body. Sighing, he figured it must be because of the beating he had just gotten from the crowd. After waiting a full ten minutes, he finally gain feeling in his fingers, but groaned when he felt water and realized he must be soaked. After what felt like forever he was finally able to stand. After working out the kinks in his back and neck, Naruto began wandering aimlessly, until he came to a huge room, easily a hundred feet tall. Before him was a massive gate on the center of which was a small piece of paper with some kanji on it. Having never learned to read, Naruto had to just go without that skill.
As he about to leave the room and continue exploring, a loud voice boomed from behind the gate. "Hello kit."
The voice came with the usual venom that came when he was addressed by everyone. Instinctively, he ducked down and covered his before squealing," I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to do anything wrong. Please don't hurt me."
Behind the gate the Kyubi was confused. He could hear the obvious fear in the boys voice, but it didn't seem to be direct at him, more at the world in general. Deciding to establish a connection with the boy, to see what was going through the kids head, he gave out his instructions, "Kit, come over here and touch that piece of paper. On the gate. You are going to feel a tug, don't worry."
Visibly shaking at the powerful voice, Naruto approached the gate. As he did, the paper descended from the center of the gate to right in front of him. Slowly reaching out, he placed his right hand palm down of the paper. Feeling the pull he had been told about, he didn't move, but felt himself getting a little tired. Them suddenly to changed and Naruto could feel his hand burning as what seemed to him to be like energy was forced back into his hand, but it left a burning sensation. He tried to pull his hand off, the paper, but it was stuck to it. Letting out a little cry he fell backward onto his butt. The water splashed him and wetted his clothes again, but he ignored it, and instead felt his burnt hand to his chest.
The fox watched on with a smirk on his face at the brats misfortune as he began shifting threw the boys past. 'Serves him right. Hmmm, what is this. Their beating him? Hurting him? Causing him pain? Hate him? He wasn't some spoiled brat?' now the Kyubi was confused. He had expected this boy to be some scared little spoiled brat. Considering Konoha's greatest enemy was sealed inside of him it only made sense that the boy was treated well, but this, this is despicable. Hurting a boy who can hardly walk. The Kyubi had expected the boy to be arrogant and make demands of him and yet instead he was shown a timid broken child that had never been shown love in his life. Even the memories of the Third Hokage showed that he was remaining slightly distant to the boy and obviously wasn't keeping tabs of him and his life. Also, he was shown to be malnourished and abused. It was all some sickening. The Kyubi may be a demon, but this treatment was low and he felt pity for the boy and decided to comfort him. "Come here kit."
Naruto looked up from his place. This time the voice had so much warmer and sounded kind. Slowly standing, Naruto walked between the gate bars and made his way into the dark. Out of the black came a red tail that rapped him up. At first Naruto was going on first instinct and tried to get away, but then he felt how… how soft it felt. There seemed to be an unnatural warms coming from it that was soothing. He stopped resisting and leaned into it. Letting out of sigh, Naruto felt himself being picked up, but just held onto the soft red tail as he was pulled into the pitch black. He couldn't help but feel his fear return and for a moment he contemplated trying to run for to, but when he felt himself lying on a soft surface with the fuzzy tail over him, that disappeared and relaxed his muscle.
The Kyubi smiled a fox grin at the cute sight before him. Whispering to the boy, "My name is Kurama. Sleep now kit. We will talk later." The Kyubi felt a slight nod come from the boy. After a few minutes he could feel the boy drift off to sleep. Still smiling, Kurama curled up without disturbing his guest and went to sleep himself.
A/N- This is the first story I have put up. I read a lot of other srories and decided to give it a try for myself. I am going to focus more on Naruto in later chapters, but I needed to set the stage. I'm going to do a time skip with summary to cover what happens in the missed time. If you are wondering, Kinton's abilities are like those of Daredevil. Any help in appreciated. Thanks!