Summary: Uzumaki Namikaze Naruto, has been incarcerated in the depths of Konoha's most highly guarded prison since the day of his sisters birth. Trained to perfection as Konoha's ultimate weapon, he was put under lock and key due to his instability. However, upon the day of Otokagure's and Suna's invasion, he is set free. Now, will he continue being the hokages lap dog or will he take the reins himself.
Godlike Naruto. dark, cold, efficient/Intelligent Naruto/Rinnegan/Kekkei Genkai Naruto. Sadistic, cruel, bloodthirsty Naruto, insane/split personality Naruto.
Several OC's, some OOC main characters, lots of character death, storyline and lore will be majorly different from cannon. The Naruto world will be painted in a very dark and realistic way that one would expect from a story about fucking shinobi. (A/N: Fuck you Kishimoto for making Naruto so PG)
This story will be a Naruto Harem fanfic. However, it will have to be limited to about eight girls because of this being my first fanfic. ( A/N I'm not too sure I have the experience to pull off something really good if there are anymore girls in the Harem. However, this can be helped through helpful feedback and maybe some pointers through reviews.) I have already chosen three girls that will definitely be in the harem. Hinata, Anko, and Ino.
A Poll will be open for you guys to vote on the rest of my boy Naruto's harem
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Naruto or any characters other than my own OC's. Cuz if I did, it wouldn't be as shitty as it was, Naruto would be badass, Itachi would've been on his team, Kakashi would've actually taught them some shit, more than one of the Konoha twelve would've died. (I mean c'mon. It's a fucking war for god's sake.) Hiruzen Sarutobi wouldn't have been a fucking retard, the Akatsuki would be way more OP, so would Gai, Shikamaru, Lee, Kakashi, and a shiton of others that Kishimoto fucked over. Although kudo's to him for writing the manga so badly and still making it a success. And finally, Haku would've been a girl and Naruto would've at the very least gotten head from her before saving her and bringing her back to Konoha as part of a Harem or his wife. And my man kakashi would have been boning Tsunami on Tazuna's dining room table if I was the author. Good thing we have fanfics aye?
A/N: Now that you've read through that, leave a review if you guys want other characters like Kakashi or some other important character to have a mini Harem. No more than three girls though. I'll probably set up a poll with choices, both for who has the harem and the girls in it. Oh and if you have your own OC that you want in this story then message me. Once again, please review, it's really helpful. To all the flamers out there, you can all suck my dick. If you don't like the fic then don't read it dumbass.
"Pathetic fool" Demonic speech
'Burn in hell' Demonic thought/telepathy
"Shameful" Human speech
'Incompetent fool' Human thought/telepathy
BOOM -Sound Effects
LET THE STORY BEGIN BITCHES!
:/Konohagakure no Sato/:
On the very outskirts of the Konoha, far beyond the boundaries of any clan compound, there exists a small clearing deep in the lush forest that border the mighty shinobi village.
The clearing, like most other clearings one would expect to find while out on a stroll in the woods simply enjoying the peaceful serenity of nature, was a rather plain expanse of soft grass with a few growing saplings scattered about here and there.
A small stream cut diagonally through it. The pure, clear water attracted the many species of animals that roamed the woods.
On those beautiful summer days when warm rays of sunlight bathed the clearing in a warm glow, the stream would sparkle and shimmer as though it were made of thousands upon thousands of only the purest diamonds.
Alas, today was not such a day.
The warm rays of the sun, hidden by the ominous and oppressive thunder clouds above, the once beautiful grass turned to dirty mud by the fat droplets of rain that poured from the sky. There was a biting chill in the air. Numbing the senses and mind.
And even so, this dreary scene inspired a feeling of beauty. Afterall, how fitting was it that even nature itself was compelled into a miserable depression in the wake of the tragedies that had recently befallen Konoha.
Indeed, it was even more fitting when once gazed over at the smooth, polished slab of marble that rose up in the form of a kunai in the very middle of this clearing.
The stone itself was regarded by many among Konoha's populace as a reminder to the village of its failures. Of those who had been sacrificed pointlessly in the name of petty ideals such as 'The Will of Fire.'
It was a testament, to the sins of Konoha.
To all those it had crushed under the pretense of love and comradery.
The stone represented the true reality that had been fervently denied by almost all who still lived within the forsaken walls of Konohagakure.
There were some, that through the pain they had been made to suffer living the life of a Shinobi, had come to see the truth as it was. They had seen the true nature of humanity, the lies which they had bound themselves to, had been shattered. And they had been freed.
Still, with clarity came torment.
Afterall, even if they had seen the truth of humanity, they had also been made to accept the harsh reality of the world. There is always a hierarchy, this much had been clear since the beginning. And the hierarchy gave purpose. A purpose for which the others lived.
And one simply cannot go against that which gives them purpose, For without purpose, without a mission for a person to work towards, there can be no true life.
For to be human is to fabricate a reality in which we are granted even the smallest semblance of understanding.
In every facet of life, no matter what it may be, humans will always modify the natural world so that it may be 'understood' by them. Why does religion exist? To give people the false hope that their lives have some meaning in the long run. And humans understand this, therefore they can accept it.
Those who do not understand religion, rely on science. Why? Because science gives them the power to classify everything else in a manner which they see as indisputable, and therefore it can be understood.
And what of things that cannot be comprehended by the feeble minds of humans? It is instantly classified as evil. Which gives humanity an explanation for it. They tell themselves that because it cannot be explained by any so called 'natural means' it must therefore be inherently wrong.
And that realization, had led to the final truth, that every action, thought, or even the existence of anything, be it a living thing, or even a rock or pebble, has always been decided by everyone and everything else.
These few people, spread out all around the globe, had realized that nothing, had truly been in their own control. See, a living being has no choice in whether or not they are born. That is a decision made for them. And in a similar manner, a tree does not decide where it grows, and neither the tree nor a human are capable of deciding what form they are born with. These things were decided by other factors. Not themselves
And, a human does not get to choose their perspective on life either. It is something that is determined by multitudes of other factors. The most important being the circumstances in which one has lived their life, the ideals of the parents which will be imparted to the child, and the ideals of other key people in that person's life.
These few people had realized this, and accepted it.
And so it was, that they had been left stranded in an ocean of powerlessness. Separated from the mindless flock of fools that had not opened their eyes to reality, and yet still just another part of the self destructive machine that was mankind, trapped within the grips of harsh reality.
A truly sad fate.
However, free from the shackles of human mentality, of petty things such as morality or honor, they had truly managed to carve a path to true legendary status as the ultimate living weapons. Men and women who were able surpass the limits of all others by shedding their humanity.
It was one such person who stood before the memorial stone.
He was clad in dark baggy pants of a warm material tucked into black shinobi sandals, with a form fitting black tank top covering his torso. A belt with multiple scroll and weapon holsters was worn on his hip and the hilt of a chokuto could be seen over his shoulder.
White shinobi bandages were wrapped around a small part of his right thigh and the entire length of his right arm. And an ANBU tattoo was prominently displayed on his left shoulder. The left forearm displayed an intricate and complex looking sleeve tattoo of kanji. The tattoo was partially covered by the black fingerless gloves worn on both hands.
His face was partially covered by a black face mask that reached up to just below the bridge of his nose. Leaving only a pair of mismatched eyes staring blankly at the names carved upon the stone. His left eye gleamed a deep unholy crimson in the darkness of the night, the right was black as coals. A scar could be made out running vertically over his left. And a mop of gravity defying silver hair rose from above his hitai-ate.
The most intriguing factor was that despite his young age, as he looked to be no older than nineteen, he seemed to ooze a dark oppressing aura. He was, Hatake Kakashi.
Hatake Kakashi, the only son of Hatake Sakumo the legendary "Konoha no Shiroi Kiba" stood in silence amongst the downpour of rain. His posture was relaxed, seemingly uncaring, as if nothing could possibly faze him. And his eyes slowly roamed over the countless names carved upon the memorial. Eventually, Kakashi found what he had sought.
Or more specifically, who.
'Namikaze Minato' his eyes narrowed at the name of his former teacher, the eerie glow of the sharingan eye intensifying. 'And to think that it was you who was called the greatest of th-'
Kakashi's nose twitched almost imperceptibly as his heightened, almost dog like senses detected a distantly familiar smell
CRACK!
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the clearing for the briefest of seconds. The boom of thunder following mere moments later
The scent was soon smothered by the reek of ozone that permeated the air.
A gloved hand slowly reached for one of the many weapon holsters than lined his belt…
The squelch of mud resonated in his ears.
Another crack of lighting.
The rain began pelting down on his form harder.
Kakashi's grip tightened around the handle of his kunai. Slowly sliding the weapon free.
The the three tomoe in his blazing red eye began to slowly spin around the pupil.
BOOM!
The sound of thunder reverberated throughout the clearing.
And in that instant, there was another louder, closer squelch in the mud.
Two hands lashed out in the darkness. Weapons glinting with a dangerous light.
The clang of metal on metal was followed by a spray of blood painting the memorial stone red.