A/N: Okay dokey, I just want to get a few things straight. I am not making a 'Super-Naruto' story, yes he is going to be strong, he has to be! I am being completely realistic when you think about it. Naruto had amazing chakra supplies when he was a genin, Jounin nearly kage level supplies. He had a sloppy, but kinda effective taijutsu style that he basicaly thought himself from the scraps he could learn. He learned the Kagebunshin, a kinjustu within a few hours. Considering no-one bothered to teach him he was brilliant.
And when anyone took the time to teach him he soaked it all in like a sponge. He learnt the Rasengan in two weeks. The toad summoning in less that a month, perfected the Rasengan before he was sixteen and became a sage better that Jiraiya before he was sixteen also. He is a bonafied genius and I think that with the right training and guidance durning his childhood he could have become a prodigy rival to Uchiha Itachi! Neji and Sasuke don't have nothing on Naruto. Bloodlines? Cursed seals? He pwns them all without any of that crap.
And that is the opinion I am basing this fic on.
Thank you for your time! (^_^)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did the Yondaime would be alive, Sasuke would be dea- No! He would be married to Sakura and they would have loads of pink haired annoying emo babies! Also Kakashi would be blonde . . . . enough said.
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The wind howled and ripped trough the trees, or what was left of them. Nearly the entire forest was destroyed, razed to the ground. Traces of demonic energy still lingered in the air, tainting the area.
It was a disaster zone, the ground was burnt black and the trees were charred stumps, just beyond that was a village that was, for the most part, unharmed. The buildings darkened with ash and soot.
"To think the Kyuubi did this much damage." a tall figure murmered, running a hand through his long, black hair as he admired the view. "Pity it didn't destroy the village completely though". The man added as he lept across the few trees that were left, masking his chakra signature. He had gotten a tip from one of his informants that there was something very valuble here.
He slinked into the village, marveling at the state of it. Desperate shinobi hopped from one roof to the next, repairing houses and fixing roads. Many people, ninja and civillian alike were running around locating the bodies of loved ones. Grief striken widows and orphans sat in the broken shells of their houses, clutching clothes or toys of the deceased all the while keening in anguish.
The man chuckled to himself as he moved in the direction of a large red tower, unmarred by the ash and filth that covered the rest of the structures. It stood proud, lording its well being over the other smaller beings. It was the Hokages tower. The man scaled the side of it and hopped in through a window on the fourth floor. It was in here, the thing he was looking for.
The man crept across the room and out into the halway, there were two jounin guarding a room three doors down. The mans pale lips twitched upwards into a smirk. Childs play. Within five seconds the jounin slumped back against the wall, their eyes blank and their necks broken.
"Kukuku" the man chuckled as he walked over to a small, pale blue cradle in the centre of the room. Inside the cradle was a small blond baby. It had lightly tanned skin and three whisker like scars marred the smooth skin of its cheeks, its incredibly blue eyes stared up at the man curiously before the child promptly threw its arms up in a silent demand to be hugged.
The man stooped down and picked up the odd baby, the child gripped the white material of the mans shirt in its tiny hands as it burrowed its head in his chest. The man petted the childs head like one would a puppy before shunshin-ing away, leaving an empty cradle, rocking slightly in the wind left by the open window.
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(In a small village in on the border of the Land of Wind)
"Orochimaru-sama, you called for me?" a woman with pale blond hair asked kneeling before the dark haired man. Orochimaru smirked at the woman and she shivered. He held out a small blond haired baby and the woman took him, gently soothing the child who had started to whimper.
"Miyabi." he called and the woman snapped to attention." That is a very special baby, I want him cared for and thought the rudamentary kunoichi skills as soon as he is able. I will be back for him in five years." he drawled, his amber eyes flashed as the woman raised a hesitant hand, like she was in a class and he the teacher.
"What is it?" he snapped and the woman flinched.
"I-its just that . . . did you say kunoichi?" she asked and the snaked sannin smirked again and nodded. "Do I need to repeat myself?" he asked and the blond haired woman shook her head furiously and bowed again with the baby in her arms.
"Good." he nodded and dissapeared. Miyabi looked down at the baby, his blue eyes boring into her orange ones. Suddenly the baby giggled, opening its mouth and laughing a gummy laugh. The woman smiled down at him, dormant maternal instincts kicking in as she kissed his forehead.
"It think I'll call you Kiyomi, my little beauty." she murmered standing and walking out of the room. The baby in her arms snuggled closer to her and drifted of the sleep almost imediatly. The woman chuckled and fixed the blanket around the baby.
"Your an interesting one Kiyo-chan" Miyabi said with a spring in her step as she walked back to her house, Unaware of the dark figure watching her from a distance.
"Kiyomi eh? Well, it fits in with what I have planned" Orochimaru said as he slipped back into the shadows and headed for the Land of Rice. He had some negotiating to do with the local lord. If all went well Orochimaru would be on his way to creating a new Hidden Village, if not . . . well he'd still be on his way to creating a new Hidden Village and the Land of Rice would be down a Fuedle lord.
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(Three Years Later)
"Kiyomi come back here!" Miyabi yelled as a small blonde child ran down the street. The villagers all chuckled as the blonde ran past and attempted to catch it. The child evaded all their attempts until a tall, brown haired mans hands shot out and wrapped around the blue eyed toddlers waist.
"Kiyo-chan, your Kaa-sans been running all over the place looking for you" the man scolded though his pale blue eyes were warm as he sat the three year old on his hip. The blonde grinned up at him displaying white, even teeth.
"I know Kuro-kun" the blonde chirped and the man ruffled the toddlers long locks with a chuckle. "Of course you do" he said shaking his head just as a woman with long, sliver/blond hair and orange eyes jogged over to the pair. Kurosaki looked at the woman with faint blush on his cheeks.
Miyabi ran over to the man and took Kiyomi off him. She frowned at the little blonde who smoothed the ends of its kimono anxiously. Miyabi fought back a coo, her little beauty looked so adorable. Kurosaki coughed and backed away into the crowd where a few of his friends elbowed him jokingly. He scowled at them and looked away, his cheeks burning again.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Miyami asked sternly, looking at the blonde who pouted and crossed its arms over its chest. It was even harder now as the blondes cuteness factor went up a notch. Miyabi would have to be vigalint, she was the one to teach the little blond how to use its looks to its advantage after all.
"Im sorry Kaa-chan." the child muttered looking up at its mother with wide blue eyes. "Can we go home now?". Miyabi laughed and kissed her childs forehead.
"Of course sweetie" she said and they dissapeared in a swirl of leaves and dust. The villagers just shook their heads and laughed about the Miyabis little 'girls' antics. They all knew Miyabi was a shinobi and that she didn't belong to any Hidden Village but they didn't mind. She was a medic-nin and when ever a villager was injured they went to her. Miyabi was a god-send according to the villagers.
Kurosaki looked at the settling dust with a far-away look on his face. The man was the local blacksmith. He was slim instead of bulky like most blacksmiths but he had the strenght to back up his build. He was very skilled at metal working but very unskilled with keeping secrets. Everyone in the village knew of his crush on Miyabi but they'd be damned if he actually cracked the orange eyed beautys cold facade enough to get her to return his feelings.
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Miyabi sat her son down on his chair and started to brush his hair, the child liked to let his shoulder lenght locks run wild instead of keeping them nice and neat in a ribbon. All of the village thought the Kiyomi was a girl and Miyabi let them. Her son did look femine with his slim build, long blond hair and big blue eyes. Plus the fact she liked to dress him up in girls clothing. All that and his name usualy made people think he was female.
As per Orchimarus orders Miyabi had started to teach Kiyomi kunoichi skills when he was two. He was a very intelligent child and understood exactly what was being asked of him. So he knew exactly how to dress himself in a kimono, arange his hair in the best way to show off his features and apply make up. He also knew flower aranging and what Miyabi called 'The Cuteness Factor', which was Kiyomi using her looks to her advantage.
Along with these Kiyomi knew how to throw Kunai and Shuirken accuratly and when he turned four Miyabi would start him on chakra control. He had an enourmous amount of chakra for a three year old so he would have to learn control as soon as possible. Kiyomi turned to his mother when she finished brushing his hair.
"Can I go take a nap now?" he asked and Miyabi nodded. The blond took off down the hallway and into his room. Miyabi had gotten him into the habit of asking permission to do things. It would not do when Orochimaru came for him for Kiyomi to just go off by himself or ignore orders. Miyabi sighed. It always made her sad to think that her son would be leaving in two years.
She hoped that Orochimaru might let her go with him though she knew it was improbable. This village was on the border between the Land of Wind and the Land of Rice. She recieved reports from Kabuto, a new recruit of Orochimarus, that the snake sannin was setting up a Hidden Village in the Land of Rice. So this village would probably end up being a stop-point between the two Lands. Orochimaru would need an informant here to tell him what was going on.
Idily Miyabi wondered where she would be if Orochimaru hadn't saved her all those years ago. She had been fourteen and on her first B-rank mission. It was to escort a merchant into Iwa and protect him and his goods from enemy nin. Her team was attacked by a group of missing-nin called the 'Akuma no Iwa' (Demons of Stone). They killed off her team and sensei and were about to rape her when Orochimaru killed them and saved her. She owed him her life.
Miyabi walked into Kiyomis room to see him lying on his futon with his golden hair splayed about his head like a halo. His eyes were half closed and she could see little half moons of blue beneath his lashes. He was such a beautiful little boy and she loved him like she was his biological mother. Miyabi softly closed the door and smiled.
"Good night Kiyo-chan" she whispered.
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(Two Years Later)
Kurosaki looked up as Kiyomi entered his shop. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and she wore a pretty, dark blue kimono that complemented her eyes. She was five years old now and every inch of the beauty her mother was. Kurosaki put down his hammer and turned to the little girl. She wrinkled her nose at the heat coming off the small furnace against the wall.
"Hello Kiyomi, what can I do for you?" he asked and the girl handed him a list, he read it and sighed before walking to the back of the shop where he kept the shinobi supplies. He came back with several sets of Kunai, Shuirken, ninja wire and a sharpening stone. He tied them all up in a parcel and handed them over to the waiting blonde
"Your Kaa-san still want you to be a kunoichi?" he asked running a hand through his short hair. Kiyomi nodded and took the bundle. She smiled at the blacksmith who smiled back. It was hard not to smile at such an adorable face. All happy and bright, like the sun.
"Thank you Kuro-kun. Kaa-san wanted to know if you would like to come to dinner with us tonight." Kiyomi said tucking the parcel under one arm. Kurosakis face brightened and he beamed at her.
"Sure thing, the usual time?" he asked and Kiyomi nodded with a small smile on her face. Kurosaki had been coming to dinner at Miyabis place for about a year now. He came over once a week and Kiyomi suspected that Miyabi was secretly dating Kurosaki. This was
The blacksmith grinned and waved at her as she left the sweltering heat of the shop and into the cool spring weather outside. Kurosaki watched her go with a fond smile as he thought about what he was going to wear tonight.
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Orochimaru was not a very patient man, he liked to get what he wanted when he wanted. No exceptions. So he was quite understandably pissed off when the creation of Otokagure was taking longer than usual. As predicted the Fuedle lord had opposed to Orochimaru making a Hidden Village in the neutral Land of Rice. So the snake sannin killed him and opointed one of his subordinates as the new Feudle lord.
The main part of the village was up and running and already inhabited by many missing-nin and shinobi Orochimaru had 'rescued' and trained himself. The other parts of Otokagure were scattered across the Land of Rice in the form of many secret bases. However the village, being fairly new was not getting a steady income and some of the shinobi had begun to leave.
Right now Orochimaru was talking to some Elders of large villages situated around the Land of Wind. He was in a henge to look like an old merchant and he was recounting a tale of the great shinobi of Otokagure and how they charged a lot cheaper for missions than the other hidden villages he'd been too.
Orochimaru had several clones out disguised as civillians praising his village to the high heavens. This way more and more people would hear of Oto and then the village would get more missions. It was a good plan. Now that that was in motion the snake sannin had to go check on another plan, a plan he had set up five years ago. He was a little late to collect his newest pet due to the kinks in getting Oto up off the ground but that was nearly behind him now.
Operation Kitsune was coming into fruitation.
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