Disclaimer: I DO NOT own naruto in any way. Naruto and all characters, properties, etc belong to its creator, Misashi Kishimoto. This is just the beginning. Please review so i know if i should write more. Any future stories will be from the Little Ninja's point of view. enjoy.
The man watched the moon as he walked the beaten path. Funny, he thought to himself, just two days before he was staring at the full moon with tea in one hand and a ninja scroll in the other talking to his best friend. Now, he was here, on this deserted pathway in this godforsaken forest where the tree leaves pointed accusing fingers at him and covered him from the moon's celestial light. Covered him as though he were not worthy to bathe in its luster and sheen. As the man looked at the moon, he thought it funny how the moon had to wane before it waxed, how it had to get weaker before getting stronger. But as the man stared at the moon he swore to himself that although he was weak, was waned now, he would acquire power and would wax to his full potential. However, unlike the moon, his power wouldn't come from another source, and once he obtained power, he wouldn't lose it.
The man had figured he had walked for about half an hour when a ninja jumped down and started walking beside him.
"How did it go", murmured the ninja.
The two of them took ten steps as they listened to the wind howl and the leaves rustle.
"I lost."
The ninja looked at the man with surprise in his eyes.
"Interesting… I thought you were unbeatable."
The man didn't respond and kept his gaze on the moon.
"Before I left the village, I heard they had decided on a name for the place of you duel. They're going to call it the Final Valley.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, and they're going to erect a statue of you and Hashirama at the site."
"Tch, how like the leaf village. To exalt every act that their ninjas accomplish now matter how feeble it is.
"Really? You consider the hokage beating you in a ninja duel a feeble accomplishment?"
"Feeble in the sense that I didn't even try against him. I was too weak and still saw him as my friend. I couldn't fight to kill him.
The man paused for a bit for the fear that he was going to shed tears. He still has memories of the laughs he and Harashima had. How they helped to build the hidden leaf village and train each other. The excitement of the village when Hashirama became the first hokage of the hidden Leaf Village. But now, those were simply memories. Ones as fleeting as a human's life in the eyes of the gods.
"But that's why I have you Little Ninja. You don't feel anything. You're as cold hearted as they come."
"Could you do me a favor and stop calling me that."
But when the man did look at Hanzo, the ninja was little, compared to him anyway. He was 5'9 while Hanzo was only 5'5. Plus, Hanzo was only sixteen years old, while he was twenty-eight. But, respecting the wishes of his companion, he decided that he wouldn't call Hanzo "Little Ninja" anymore.
The man chuckled, "Sure thing, Hanzo"
The two walked on for another fifteen minutes until they came across a cave. Seeing how it was late and sensing that the both of them were tired, the man decided that they should spend the night inside the cave. After the two entered and set up camp, Hanzo retrieved firewood and cooked some of their rations (fish and mixed vegetables) for dinner.
After the two finished dinner, they carried their cots to the entrance of the cave and set them down. The man and Hanzo bid their good nights to each other and lie down to rest. However, the man could not get over the events that occurred less than twenty-four hours ago. He couldn't get Hashirama's face out of his head. He tried to forget his former friend's laugh and smile; his tears when the two of them met as enemies at the Final Valley.
The man looked up at the sky and saw the moon smiling down at him. He would be that moon. He would be the ultimate source of light in the darkness and show the inhabitants of Konoha the truth about their village. But along with the moon came stars, and the man knew that in order to acquire power, he would need followers. Followers who not only assist the moon's goal, but are also powerful enough on their own to make their own light.
"Hanzo, are you still awake."
"Uh-huh"
I'm going to form an organization in order to show people the truth about Konoha as well as the rest of the ninja world. But in order for the organization to be strong, I need followers.
Three seconds of silence.
"Will you follow me, Hanzo?"
Hanzo was usually quick with his responses so the man was surprised when instead of hearing Hanzo's voice; he heard light footsteps steadily approach him. When he looked up, he saw Hanzo kneeling on his right knee and bowing his head.
"To Hell and back, Madara sensei."
