THIS IS NOT MY FIC.
As the summary states, this is a repost of Bonesboy's Amegakure's Jinchuriki. The author deleted the fic several years ago, but I fortunately saved it before he removed it from the site. I am reuploading this for nostalgia and because this was one of my favorite fics. Hopefully you'll love it just as much.
**Amegakure's Jinchuriki**
**Chapter 1: The Ame Trio Meets the Pariah of Konoha**
Our story begins in another land, not so long ago.
The hidden village of Konoha suffered major losses when the Kyuubi no Kitsune attacked their village. The demon fox left nothing alive during it's' attack. The beast was so strong, the village's leader, the Yondaime Hokage, had to sacrifice himself in order to seal the Kyuubi inside an infant child. The child gained three whisker-like marks on his cheeks due to the demon's chakra.
But alas, our story takes place four years after these events. We join four people outside the gates of Konoha. Three were wearing black cloaks with red clouds decorating them. On their heads was hetai-ite of Amegakure. One of them was a spikey, orange haired man that was easily 6' 3". He had a smile on his face that no one, not even those accompanying him, knew why it was there. To his left was a red headed man whose bangs were covering his eyes and he stood at 5' 10". His face was a blank, only those that knew him could tell he was nervous. On the orange haired man's right was a blue haired woman with a flower in her hair walked hand in hand with the orange haired man.
Ahead of them was a tall, white haired man whose hair was long and held in a ponytail that easily reached past his lower back. He kept his bangs out of his face with his horned hetai-ite, on it was the Kanji for "toad sage". The blue haired woman looked ahead of her at the white haired man.
"Sensei, is this really necessary?" she asked. The man nodded.
"Konan, it's the least I can do," he said, "After all, you all just defeated Hanzo and his forces...that's no easy feat, and coming from me, that's saying something."
"I'm just glad we can work on helping Ame now," the orange haired man said. The redhead next to him let a small smile grace his face.
"I agree, Yahiko," he said, "But sensei...do you really think making a treaty with Konoha so early is a good idea? I mean..."
"Oh come now, Nagato!" the man said, "Are you telling me you don't trust the one and all powerful great toad sage, Jiraiya?"
"That's exactly what he's saying Ero-sensei," Yahiko muttered. Jiraiya deflated.
"Come on, Yahiko," he grumbled, "I thought I convinced you not to call me that."
"And I will...once you stop writing those pornographic excuses for books," Yahiko replied. Jiraiya stuck his tongue out at the man, causing Konan to chuckle.
"Real mature sensei," Nagato muttered, "Even Yahiko is acting his age. Can't you do the same for once?"
Yahiko burst out laughing at the distraught look on his sensei's face. Before Jiraiya could retort, the guard at the gate approached the four.
"Halt, identification please," he said. The four of them all pulled their IDs out and presented them before entering the village.
"All right, I'll go see the Hokage, why don't you three go explore the village?" Jiraiya said, heading towards the Hokage tower. Yahiko grinned.
"Just don't go _researching_, Ero-sensei," he said, making Jiraiya face fault. He laughed as he led his other two companions towards the living district.
The village looked prosperous to them. Smiling faces around every corner, kind children, all in all, it was exactly how the three of them wanted Ame to be like. Yahiko allowed his grin to grow to blinding proportions, attracting attention from many of the opposite sex, and making Konan walk closer to him.
Nagato looked around the village using his gifted eyesight. He was always amazed at what his Renningan could pick up apart from his normal eyesight. That's how he saw what made him freeze in his tracks.
In the alleyway, a small form was limping to a dumpster and trying to climb into it. Curious, Nagato strayed from his friends towards the alley. Coming closer, he saw a small child with ragged clothes and blonde hair digging through a dumpster.
"Child," he said, getting said child's attention. Seeing his face made the usually quiet man gasp in shock. The poor boy, as he found the child to be one, had bruises on his cheek and a swollen lip. Dried blood was seen on the boy's face and clothes. The boy fell on his butt and started scooting away from the stranger.
"I-I sorry," he whimpered out, "Do-don't hurt me. P-please. I-I sorry."
Nagato frowned. He instantly knew the boy was beaten recently, as the bruises and blood was clearly not self-inflicted, the question is why? Why would anyone hurt a child?
Slowly approaching the boy, Nagato held his hands out in an open manner and said quietly, "It's ok, child. I mean you no harm. Who did this to you? Where are your parents?"
The boy shook with fear and eyed him with fear, "N-no 'rents. I been 'lone forever..."
Nagato felt his heart reach out to the boy. He may not have had an easy time being in the village that killed his parents, but he could see this boy had been through more than he could ever admit to have gone through. He heard footsteps approaching and used his enhanced vision to see Konan and Yahiko approaching.
"Hey Nagato! Why'd you run off...like...that?" Yahiko's voice died off as he saw Nagato hold a hand out, signaling them to stay back. He turned back around.
"It's ok, boy," Nagato continued, "I won't hurt you. Come here. Let me help."
Nagato heard his friends gasp as the blond slowly inched out into the light. Konan took another step forward, alerting the boy to her presence. He froze mid-step and started to back up.
"It's ok, child," Nagato said quietly, "She's a friend. Come on, it's ok."
The blond slowly approached again, coming closer with each step. Eventually, he came close enough to Nagato that he could lightly grip his hand. Nagato knelt down to his level and looked over to his friends, signaling them it was ok to approach. Yahiko knelt next to Nagato and smiled at the blond.
"Hey kiddo!" he said quietly, "I'm Yahiko, the redhead you were talking to is Nagato, and the pretty blue haired girl is Konan. What's your name?"
The blond let a small smile on his face, "Uzumaki Naruto."
Nagato's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He smiled slightly at the child, "Hello Naruto. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Konan knelt on Nagato's other side and frowned, "Are you ok? Does it hurt anywhere?"
Naruto's smile dimmed slightly and he looked at the ground, "Leg hurts..."
Konan held her arms open, "Come here, Naruto. Let's get you to a hospital."
Naruto looked from her arms to her face and slowly came into her arms. Konan picked him up carefully and held him in a cross of a hug and cradling him. Yahiko and Nagato followed behind Konan as she and Naruto talked quietly. Yahiko leaned closer to Nagato.
"I'm sure you've noticed it by now," he whispered. Nagato nodded. As Konan and Naruto walked through the streets, the people glared at them.
"Why are they glaring at Konan?" Yahiko asked, "They don't know her."
"I believe that Konan isn't the one they are directing their glares at," Nagato muttered. Yahiko scowled.
"What could have he done? He can't be older than four," the orange shinobi grumbled. Nagato turned his attention to a flash of black.
"It seems not only the villagers are watching the boy," Nagato mused. Yahiko nodded.
"I saw 'em too," he said, "One of 'em with a weasel mask seemed to have an internal battle with himself on something."
"I suggest you go take this up with the Hokage," Nagato said. Yahiko looked ahead at Konan and hesitated.
"I will not leave their side, Yahiko," Nagato said, reassuring his friend's fears. Yahiko grinned.
"You know, you're not as dark as you make yourself out to be, Nagato," he said before vanishing in a sushine of water. Nagato sped up so that he was next to Konan.
"Yahiko is going to meet up with sensei and the Hokage," he informed her. She nodded and Naruto cocked his head.
"'Hiko is gonna meet jiji?" he asked. Nagato instantly realized who he was calling grandfather and nodded.
"Yes, now let's continue to the hospital," he replied.
"Are you telling me," Konan said with her eyes closed and a tick appearing on her head, "That _every_ available room in this hospital is occupied and you can't heal a boy that has been beaten to near death?"
"Yes," the nurse behind the desk said, "We don't have any rooms for that..._thing_."
"'Thing'" Konan repeated, "That 'thing' is a child that could very well be in critical condition!"
"Listen," the nurse said, "I can understand that you're from a village so you probably don't already know...but that thing is a demon. It's dangerous so you might...want...to..."
Her voice left her as the amount of killing intent in the room sucked all the air from the vicinity. The blue haired woman in front of her was glaring holes through her head and the wall behind her.
"He is a child of this village," Konan said, "Have you even considered that? He-"
"Konan," Jiraiya said from behind her. Next to him was a kind looking elder in red and white robes and a matching hat. He chuckled.
"Now, now, Jiraiya," he said, "Although I'm not pleased about her threatening my hospital staff, she has every right to. Now, Miss Kyuoki, I believe we asked for a room for little Naruto-kun."
The nurse nodded and bowed, "H-hai, Hokage-sama."
A few moments later, the boy was now sleeping in the hospital bed snuggled into Konan's side. Konan was absently running her hands through Naruto's messy blonde locks. Jiraiya smiled at the motherly side of his student and looked over at the brooding Yahiko. Yahiko was glaring out the window of the hospital room.
Nagato and Sarutobi were talking quietly amongst themselves next to the bed, with Konan occasionally jumping in. Naturally the subject of their conversation was the small blond heir to the Uzumaki and Namikaze clans. Jiraiya scowled at the memory when Sarutobi informed him how his godson was treated.
Yahiko turned to his sensei and said, "Jiraiya...Are you just going to leave him here?"
Jiraiya sighed, "I don't seem to have any other choice, Yahiko. If I could take him with me, I would, don't get me wrong. But Sarutobi-sensei has it under con-"
"Sensei, shut up," Yahiko snarled, "That boy had his left leg sliced open and was covered in his own blood and bruises. Kami knows that the only reason he's alive that it's his tenants will to live."
"You know as well as I do that if I were to take him with me, the dangers would be-"
"And you think that it won't be as worse here? These people _loathe_ him, Jiraiya. They aren't going to follow the Yondaime's wishes no matter what law your sensei puts down," Yahiko said in a growl, "And speaking of your sensei; what exactly has he done to help the boy?"
"Now listen here, Yahiko-" Jiraiya started. Yahiko cut him off, alerting everyone to their conversation.
"No, you listen Jiraiya!" he shouted, "You expect me to believe that the villagers and shinobi will just stop attacking him after being thrown in jail for what? Three days! Three fucking days for nearly killing a child!"
"Yahiko," Sarutobi tried to interject, but Yahiko cut him off.
"_You_ stay out of this! You have the gull to tell me you were doing everything in your power to help the boy, but were you really?" He said, glaring at the Hokage, "Do you know how long he's been out of the 'Happy and Caring' orphanage _you_ put him in? Half a year. He's been on the streets fending for himself for _half a year_. You wanna keep lying to yourself about helping him, fine. But I will not stand by leaving a child, the son of your Yondaime nonetheless â€" Yeah, I figured it out, it's pretty damn hard not to when the picture in your office looks _just like him_ â€" out on the streets!"
"YAHIKO!" Jiraiya shouted. Yahiko turned to glare at his sensei. Jiraiya frowned.
"Take a walk, gaki," he ordered. Yahiko took in a deep breath and walked to the door before pausing and looking over his shoulder.
"I'm not going to apologize," he informed the room, "I'm right and you all know it."
He left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Konan was holding Naruto's sleeping form close to her, the blond simply snuggled closer to the warmth he'd never felt before. Nagato sighed.
"Forgive him, Hokage-dono," he said, "Yahiko, although kind and cunning, has a temper like our sensei."
"HEY!" Jiraiya cried, "I do NOT have a temper."
"Oh you do and you know it," Sarutobi said, causing Jiraiya to collapse in despair, "All is forgiven, Nagato-san. He is right...I have been neglecting Naruto-kun. I would adopt him but the damn council is making it harder for me to help him. Part of me wishes he could be taken away from here...but it's his home."
It was quiet for a moment before Konan spoke up, "What if I adopted him?"
The Hokage looked up, "What?"
"I'm not a villager so your laws don't apply to me as much as they do your shinobi," she said before looking down at the boy, "And knowing what he has to go through as a Jinchuriki...I can't in my right mind leave him to such a fate."
Sarutobi looked at her, "Are you serious? You've just met him today."
"She won't be alone in raising him, Hokage-dono," Nagato said, "Yahiko and I will be assisting her every step of the way."
"I'll check on him and the seal every now and then," Jiraiya said, "I'm the kid's godfather after all."
Sarutobi smiled, "I'll get the papers and the scrolls his parents left him."
That night, Yahiko and Konan left Konoha with their adopted son Uzumaki Naruto. The boy's uncle, Nagato, carried a small bag containing the family scrolls that belonged to the boy.
"Are you comfortable, Naruto-kun?" Konan asked the boy she carried in her arms. Naruto nodded and yawned, exhausted from his experiences and the excitement of finally having a family.
"I'm sleepy...'Hiko, how much longer til we're in Ame?" Naruto asked.
"It'll be a few days, Naruto," Yahiko replied smiling, "We'll stop along the way at a few villages so you can get some clothes. Hokage-dono gave us quite a bit of money to use on you."
"Okay," Naruto said before he once again drifted off to sleep.
Days later
**Konoha**
"The demon child hasn't been seen in a while," a councilman said to Sarutobi, "Is it finally dead?"
Sarutobi huffed and blew out a puff of smoke, "He died from wounds the villagers bestowed upon him."
The council shared different expressions. Danzo, Homura, and Koharu all smiled. The civilian council members excused themselves and left to announce to the villagers that the demon was dead. Half of the clan heads joined them, while the Akimichi, Nara, and Inuzuka clan head all bowed their heads in sorrow. They each had been close to the boy's parents, through work or not, and were among the few that volunteered to take the child in.
For the next week, villagers of Konoha celebrated the death of the Kyuubi, and the Sandaime Hokage fell into a depression that could only be healed by the arrival of Jiraiya with good news of Naruto. Sarutobi Hiruzen looked to the mountain that contained his predecessors' and successor's faces. One thought ran through his mind as he looked at the face of the Yondaime.
_Damn me if I haven't failed you, Minato...I hope you can forgive me._
"Unc Naga!" Naruto squealed as Nagato picked him up from the roof of a department store. Nagato sighed.
"Kami, Naruto," he said, "Do you know how worried Konan and Yahiko were? How worried I was?"
"You said play Hie n Seek!" Naruto countered with the logic of a four year old, "I hie, you seek!"
"I expected you to stay in the hotel," Nagato said clapping a hand over his face. He locked his Renningan eyes on the cerulean blue that belonged to the blond.
"You mad?" Naruto asked under the gaze of his uncle's dojutsu. Nagato sighed and set Naruto on the ground.
"I'm not mad, Ruto," Nagato said ruffling the boy's hair, "But your mother is going to blow a gasket..."
"Tou-san mad too?" Nagato chuckled and picked the blonde up.
"Knowing Yahiko, he'd just simply stay quiet and then boast about your escape later," he told his nephew who giggled.
Unfortunately, he did not expect to be thrown under the bus by Naruto.
"Unc Naga wanted to play! I played!" Naruto explained after Konan had finished squeezing the life out of him and put him under her glare. Konan's gaze turned to Nagato.
"Yahiko, take Naruto-kun for a walk," Konan said to Yahiko. Yahiko nodded and guided the boy from the room. As soon as Yahiko shut the door Nagato wished that they had stayed behind as witnesses.
"Now, Konan," Nagato said before he was surrounded by Konan's chakra infused paper, forming a tight cocoon.
"Don't you 'Konan' me, Nagato," she replied, "Why did you tell Naruto you'd play Hide n Seek with him? Do you know what could've happened to him? He's only four!"
"I can explain," Nagato wheezed out as the paper tightened.
"Start explaining," Konan said.
"How'd you do it, kiddo?" Yahiko asked as he carried Naruto on his shoulders, "No one can escape the Crybaby's Renningan. Not even Ero-sensei."
"Dunno, Tou-san," Naruto said, "Unc Nara said go hide while he covered his eyes. I ran out the door and knocked into some lady, she tried to stop me from falling down a chute but I was too far. I turned around and landed on my feet, so then I ran."
"How'd you get on the roof, kiddo?" Yahiko asked.
"Found a ladder, climbed it and played on the roof! Ladder was funny lookin though," Naruto said. Yahiko raised an eyebrow.
"Care to explain?" he asked.
"The ladder was all wavy, like it was a ghost or something..." Naruto replied, "Felt funny too. Felt...felt like a windy day...and like Ero-jiji's tickling froggy."
"Is that so," Yahiko muttered. He'd heard of an ability like this not to long ago from an alley to the Ame Trio. _I wonder if...He couldn't possibly have Arashi no Umare...then again...if he's from the Uzumaki clan..._
"TOU-SAN!" Naruto shouted and tugged on his hair, causing Yahiko to drift from his thoughts.
"OW! Naruto!" Yahiko cried. He lifted the boy from his shoulders and set him on the ground.
"Why'd you pull on my hair?" he asked the young blond. The boy pointed to his left and Yahiko turned to look to see...a ramen stand.
"Oh...Ok, let's eat then," Yahiko said. Naruto cheered and led his father into the stand.
AN: YAY! Chapter one done! Chapter two is a time skip! Why am I shouting? Wax on, wax off!