Declaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the volumes for that matter. They are all owned by the brilliant Masashi Kishimoto
Rating: PG-13 or even higher it depends on the chapters...
Warnings & info:
1.) Shounen-ai- relationships between boys or M/M
2.) NU/SU- this will eventually be a NaruSasu, plus more pairings.
3.) Drama- can't have a good story without it.
4.) Lime and lemons- well, teenage boys do naughty things...
5.) R&R- give me inspiration to update faster, since I am kind of lazy.
6.) On with the story! Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter1
"The Summoner"
He lost everything.
His clan, his brother, his sanity, and yet as reality slowly started to slip from within his grasps, he knew there was no turning back now. The young shinobi had nothing more to lose.
All his life he saw the people close to him died; could this be his curse, to never experience what it would be like to get close to someone, hell anyone. So, this had been the only rational thought.
"If you summon Kyuubi no Kitsune you will be the one responsible for unleashing it's hell here on earth. Are you prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions?" A gruff voice warned.
Uchiha Sasuke nodded his understandingly towards the older shinobi. Accepting the consequences, whatever they may be. He wanted to see the village of Otogakure burn to hell.
"I hope you know this one thing boy, by summoning Kyuubi isn't like any ordinary summon, only because it is so hard to control. First off, what you need is blood, lots of blood enough blood to satisfy any bloodthirsty demon. You must dip every last digit in that blood-"
Sasuke gave the man a sharp nod before turning his back to him to leave.
"Oi, I'm not finished!"
An ivory wolf mask had once again faced the older shinobi a mute gesture for him to continue.
"Your hands have to be tainted with this blood of another, as well as your own. Like I said before summoning the nine tailed demon fox is difficult; However, if you do it right, then you shall have your reward."
The man scratched at the stubble on his chin. He took a long drag on his cigarette as chocolate brown orbs surveyed the ANBU's retreating form until he had vanished with into the darkness of Konohagure's, village of the hidden leaf forest.
He wondered who in their right mind be foolish enough to try this unique summon was beyond him, but hopefully, the boy knew what he was getting himself into.
The sudden gush of wind had scared a few birds into flight as the branches of an old dying tree groaned almost inaudibly underneath Sasuke sandals. He leaped to another branch crouching down low to scan the darkness around him cautiously. He was on a whole new battlefield. So a mistake was not an option.
The village of the hidden leaf had changed significantly from the last time he had visited it. That was eight years ago. He sixteen now and this time, he wouldn't hold back on the anger that threatened to consume his body, until every muscle thirst for nothing more than the sweet nectar of revenge.
Back then, this forest seemed more sinister, but right now they almost seemed like any other woods. There were no surprises at every corner, just more trees; though as he came closer to the paramount of Konoha and their massive rock wall, bordering around the village of the hidden leaf for protection purposes. That's when he felt that familiar sense of two chakra signatures.
Both were coming his way, fast but he was prepared.
He was always prepared.
The raven-haired youth had barely enough time to dodge the six shurikens, which was sent swooshing his way all at different angles; that's when a hidden seventh blade had hit him just below his right ankle. It sliced through most of his ligaments. At that moment his right foot dangling and useless.
Sasuke hissed as his full weight plopped down into a crouch on the forest floor just a few feet away from the tree. He was resting on a trail of liquid crimson that was cascading down his right ankle as his pale flesh tore more the pain compelling him to stumble back a few steps before he could regain his equilibrium in time.
Sasuke mentally chided himself for missing that last shuriken, he only saw six.
The first to arrive in a small swirl of leaves was a kunoichi around the same age as him. Her ebony locks pulled up in two traditional Japanese buns. Kunai in one hand while the young woman's lean form positioned itself in a rigid fighting stance. Most ninjas were good at long distance fighting, but Sasuke could only assume she was a close combat type of fighter. Her rank was indicated with the green vest she sported.
She was of Chunin rank.
Sasuke wanted to avoid using his Sharingan only because he hadn't planned to stay long in the hidden leaf's territory.
Her inky-black depths widen slightly as Sasuke bloodline activated.
His irises had bled crimson as his Sharingan came to life. He was ready to receive and copy whatever the kunoichi would dish out.
The first attack had been with a fairly large crossbow, which was easily avoided as he leaped back into the darkness. Once he put a good amount of distance between the both of them was when the raven crouched down low to pull out the shuriken embedded in his right ankle. He was running out of time. The other chakra signature was gaining more momentum.
Briskly, he raised both hands touching his left digits with his right to create the complicated signs between them each having a certain meaning behind it.
He then called out. "Katon Kyuuka no Jutsu!"
An infernal hot enough to scorch flesh erupting from his pale lips as. He curled a hand around his mouth in order to guide the ball of blue flames at the hidden leaf ninja.
She leaped out of the way right across his line of attack as he activated his Chidori and sliced through the leaves from the forest floor below with his left hand. He charged the Kunoichi with his maximum speed even, to her surprise, with a busted foot, he was fast.
She had only a second to dodge; however. Sasuke predicted this move and could slice through her right shoulder with his Chidori. A mist of blood showered his clothes as his wrist was burned deep inside her shoulder. The tree tops echoed to the sounds of bloodcurdling screams startling a few crows into flight, those being the only creatures that were their audience for the event.
As her knees hit the soil, and her body went limp Sasuke knew he had no time to waste.
Once again he placed both crimson stain digits with each other before tearing the forbidden scroll out of his robes his hand smearing the mixture of blood with each other. The painted Kanji on the piece of rolled-up parchment began to glow maroon as an even bigger Kanji glowed below his feet.
Different sizes of inky-black droplets had originated from three in the nook of his neck and began to slide over his smooth flesh.
Just then, another twister of leaves appeared at Sasuke's rear.
The raven shot a quick glance over his left shoulder at the second leaf ninja.
However, he was too late…
It was his duty to protect his home at any cost this could be one of the reasons why the villagers had the utmost respect for him. He would die for them all. He would be served to the very end. Minato Namikaze was his name, and this was his sacrifice for being the village of hidden leaf Yondaime.
Minato had no problem with listening to his gut instinct because doing so had got him out of a lot of sticky situations and lessened the casualties of his shinobi.
So it was logical for him to follow his gut feelings this time since it had been picking at that back of his mind for most of the day.
Plus, he was generally correct 90 percent of the time.
The Yondaime plopped back in his desk chair. The long days finally taking its toll. He was worn mentally and physically. Oh and he could not forget Gaara the new kazekage of Sunagakure would be visiting in a few days tops. They had to consider politics. Nevertheless, dealing with Gaara seemed far less brutal than dealing with his troublesome son, Naruto.
Minato wholeheartedly believed that his son was going to put him in an early grave. Of course, that would be convenient for Naruto. He only told his father each waking morning that he was going to be Hokage someday.
Speaking of which the Yondaime glanced out the window at the setting sun his son should have been turning up by now. Hopefully, Jiraiya was keeping Naruto entertained whenever the toad sage came on one of his spontaneous visits to Konoha for the week.
His musing was quickly cut short as the doors to his office, barging through by a golden blonde with sun-kissed skin and a smile that could rival that of the sun. He was followed in by an older man with milky waist-length hair and a huge scroll on his back. Minato's look-a-like strolled up to his desk and parked his behind on top of it. Once Naruto got himself situated sitting Indian style on the Yondaime's desk was when he gave the man his full attention.
Minato had thought briefly if his ancestors were spinning in their graves by now. His son had as many manners as a bull in a china shop. A lopsided grin split the younger blonde's feathers as azure orbs glimmered with mischief.
Minato sighed and slowly leaned farther back in his chair. "What has my spawn done this time ero-sennin?"
The oldest of the three men smirked despite his irritation at the nickname. "Well, Yondaime-sama you know that mountain with all the previous kages is carved into it?"
Minato nodded. Was he ready to hear the news?
A cough came from his son but was quickly silenced as two glares were shot at him in different directions. This time Naruto switch tactics and just sat there appearing to be innocent as possible.
"Well, it seems that the brat felt the need to deface the third kage monument."
The Yondaime frowned. "How bad is it?"
Jiraiya's glare deepened. "He's missing a nose," the toad sage replied flatly.
This time, Naruto felt the need to justify his actions.
"I didn't do it on purpose old man. It just kind of broke off." He stared at his father hoping that he'll get to live to see another day, but the damage had been done… he knew instantly as he saw his father's mouth gape. Naruto would be going on crappy 'C' rank missions for as long as the Hokage saw fit. Something told him not to ask…
"How could you so be carele-"
However, Minato had no time to finish his lecture it quickly died in his throat.
He watched helplessly as his son doubled over in distressing pain.
The younger blond knocked a stack of paperwork off of the Yondaime desk to scatter on the wooden floorboards below. His lean frame curled up in a fetal ball and both of his arms instantly embracing the lower part of his abdomen.
In that, second Jiraiya was at his side, and Minato was out of his seat hovering over his son's stiff form.
"Naruto is it your seal that is bothering you!" was the first weary words out of Minato's mouth. Naruto groaned but could give a weak nod as his breath began to curb.
Jiraiya forced the teen's arms away from his stomach. As the Yondaime lifted up his shirt to check the tattooed seal circling around his son's navel, the swirls were glowing red, and it was getting brighter with each second. This time, Naruto threw his head back in a loud howl. His hands clenching into fists as he tried in vain to unpin his arms from Jiraiya's clutches.
"Jiraiya, do you think Kyuubi is trying to break free from the Dead Demon Consuming seal I placed on him?"
"It seems like it, though it's highly unlikely it'll succeed." The older man gazed down at the young demon's host with his eyes clenched shut and a flexing jaw. Naruto did not look like he was doing too well.
Come on fight it boy.
It seemed like hours had come and went through only a few minutes a ticked by.
Naruto opened his sapphire orbs into a room surrounded by darkness the only light that was given off was a faint glow from massive steel bars that contained a roll of smiling canines and a pair of amused reddish orbs that gazed back at him.
Kyuubi seemed to be in a very good mood.
"What the hell fur ball? Why try to escape now when you know that this is pointless? What are you trying to prove?" Naruto glared into those soulless orbs. He knew damn well that if he died so did Kyuubi.
What could nine tails be up to?
During all his years of visiting Kyuubi for chakra boots during battles, he had never witnessed him in such an animated mood.
What made him this way?
"Answer me damn it!" The little self-control he had been wearing thin. He hated being mocked.
"Whoever said that it was me doing this?" A rumbling growl of a reply filled the darkness.
Those blue eyes widen slightly. "Then who if not you?"
"A soul has just been offered to me, though it is just as much yours, as it is mine. Attached for all eternally or until the day, you die. We shall see. " This time, an ominous like chuckle filled the space between them only to ring off the steel bars that caged the beast but had not successfully cage its unlimited chakra flow.
Just then thick cantaloupe cloud started to rise from the inside the cage before seeping out through the inch-wide gaps between each bar. The orangish clouds had engulfed Naruto whole in an embrace close enough to smother him as it held him there. Until his mind could do nothing more than slowly fade from out of his subconscious.
"Naruto?"
He felt like he was floating.
"Naruto?"
Never before had he felt so…
"Naruto?"
So…
"Naruto?"
Alive…
"Naruto!"
Gradually, azure orbs began to open revealing concern looking faces hovering above him. He smiled at the both of them weakly, but then his smile was gone completely. Naruto practically jumped off of his father's desk startling both older men from his sudden revelations.
"Did you see Kyuubi?" Minato inquired both relieved and curious.
He didn't reply. He couldn't. His mind was racing; his palms were sweaty. His nostrils flared. He didn't need instincts to tell him that his mate was near.
AN: So yea somebody should have done more research before using any type of forbidden scrolls. Oh well, some just have to learn the hard way right? Oh, and could anybody guess who the kunoichi was?
So did you loved it or hate it. Should I proceed?
