So, this is my newest project: Reign In Blood. If you followed any of my other stories, you know the pairing by now: Naruto/Yugito, no exceptions.
There will be others, surprises for now, but that's the main one.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. It features a Naruto who wields six elements: Katon, Suiton, Futon, Enton, Hyoton, and Futton. This may seem vastly overpowered, given the way most Naruto fics are, but I can promise that it's not. The story will become non-canon very quickly, around the Chunin Exams. Also, as I've looked at my past stories in both mobile and regular view, I'd like to apologize for the fact that I've written mostly for mobile viewers…
So, without further ado, I will now introduce what I hope to become my epic of Naruto fanfiction.
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Many people in Konoha thought that the term ANBU was an acronym, something that referred to assassination and infiltration, something like that. This belief, however, was entirely false. Anbu was no acronym… Anbu was the very definition of freedom for its members.
Anbu was, translated from the Eldar Tongue that was more ancient than recorded history, literally 'the Dark Side' of Konoha. Anbu, however, was only a drop in the pond. Beyond that, in secrecy and skill, was the Kurojutsu (Black Ops) division. Among those who actually knew what the thing was, it was considered the most "hardcore" fighting force inside of Konohagakure no Sato.
More than that, it was viewed as the most powerful military corps of Hi no Kuni…
Anbu was liberation from all shelter, and the ultimate truth of the world. Anbu was the very definition of death. The entirety of Anbu was handpicked by the Hokage, regardless of age, gender, or familial status; so long as they were physically fit and willing to do so, they could be enlisted into the Dark Side.
The Kurojutsu division, however, was an entirely different barrel of monkeys—not even the Hokage was given permission to select the people who managed to gain entry into THAT… To get in, you had to be selected by someone who was already enlisted. Should you decline that offer, you would never again be asked to enter.
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The small boy, only a few years old, had tattoos on both of his arms; the right arm's ink was of the standard Konoha Anbu marking, twin flames that opposed one another in direction… The second one, on his left arm, was quite different.
It was more of a scar, or an inked engraving, than it was a tattoo; the stylized leaf sigil of Konoha had been branded into his arm with a hot iron, then cut into the burn with a carving knife, and the cut's groove had then been inked in a black chakra-storing solution. Six rays surrounded the leaf, extending outward from it like beams of sunlight.
His blonde hair was hidden by the black cowl that similarly covered his neck and throat, his body armed and armored in a way that was almost exactly the same as the traditional Anbu way, save for two differences: the first was that his long sleeves had been shredded at their shoulders, baring his allegiance to the world. The second difference was the placement of his sword; rather than having it on his leg, it was aligned with the bottom of his left shoulder blade.
Red eyes flickered in the firelight as he made camp with his team…
The Anbu were considered the best, but Kurojutsu was above even that level. And this team, Anbu Kurojutsu no Han Roku, (Team Six of the Dark Side's Black Arts) was considered the absolute pinnacle of Konohagakure no Sato's military might. Itachi, Inu, Kame, and Kitsune (Weasel, Dog, Turtle, Fox) were the greatest warriors of Konoha; in this effect, they were also some of the most elite soldiers in the entire Shinobi no Kuni. (Lands of the Ninja)
Anbu had a unique hand-talk communication mode, and Kurojutsu had a separate one; Han Roku, however, had its own. A method of talking that was specifically for the four of them to use… None of them would ever admit it to the others, but all of them knew who the others were.
Uchiha Itachi, scion of his clan and heir to their seat on the council, was the man who wore the Itcachi mask.
Hatake Kakashi, student of the Yondaime Hokage and the often-rumored successor to said position, held the Inu mask.
Haruno Sozetsu, husband of Civilian Councilwoman Haruno Saya, the man who had chakra control that went beyond perfection, was in the Kame mask.
And the boy behind the Kitsune mask… He had chosen to forsake that life. Uzumaki Naruto did not exist any longer; he was, now and forever, Kitsune. There could be no more normalcy in his life…
Target is losing distance. We should reach him in two hours.
And, indeed, they caught up with their enemy. His eyes were wide with fear and fatigue—a Konoha Jonin who had betrayed the village…
He had guards, all of similar skill level, who the rest of Han Roku dealt with while Kitsune took on the traitor.
"Raiton: Gian!" The attack was panicked, and poorly executed, and Kitsune blocked it with his sword. (Lightning Style: False Darkness)
"Hyoton: Ken." The slash was a blast of frost that cut through the lightning and moved in on the Jonin. (Ice Style: Blade)
"Doton: Kirigakure!" (Earth Style: Hidden Mist)
Kitsune inwardly noted that the name made no sense… The ensuing whirl of rubble was terribly unhelpful, however, so he decided to do something about it. "Enton: Jigoku Arashi." (Inferno Style: Hell Storm)
The flaming haze of black and green managed to melt the flying earth into naught but slag, revealing the target to be behind Kitsune.
A single, lightning-fast, stab of his blade took care of the problem in little time at all; the man was speared through the face, but not hard enough to die instantly. The man choked and sputtered, falling down as the blade slipped from his head—it simply didn't have enough force to continue holding him up—and died upon impact with the ground. As he fell, however, he uttered two words that Kitsune had heard for several years.
"Damn… Brat…"
The surviving guards were not given the chance to flee, nor the opportunity to choose arrest; they were killed in a fashion so quick that it was brutal, all three crushed to death by their own gravity increasing and flattening them to dust.
Kame was the least obviously-threatening of the group, but that was what made him the most dangerous one… In no time at all, there wasn't a single trace that the battle had ever taken place
Move out. Kitsune signed to them, leaping away.
The return journey to Konoha lasted a measly two days, as opposed to the four it took to reach their target.
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"Congratulations, Han Roku… Not only did you complete your mission, but you've once again saved our village from imminent doom."
They didn't know why, and they didn't need to know. There was no gain in knowing… They were only called upon every few months, when village secrets and security were both in absolute maximum danger. Anything else was done by the regular Anbu, Danzo's supposedly disbanded Ne Anbu, or some other Kurojutsu team.
Because they were Han Roku, and because they were the greatest, they would give everything to Konoha, for Konoha, by Konoha; this was not limited to their lives, either, as they always ended up sacrificing small pieces of their personalities after each mission.
"Dismissed, save for Kitsune…"
The smallest Anbu stayed rooted to his spot as the other members of his squad vanished into the night.
"You may remove your mask, Kurojutsu Kitsune Anbu."
He moved his hand up, showing the right arm's tattoo, and slowly removed the black porcelain object that had become a part of his life much larger than his own self.
"Naruto-kun…"
Despite the negative emotions the name brought, Kitsune didn't show anything with his posture or expression. "I am not Naruto. I gave up many ties to the world upon joining Anbu, and the rest were severed when I joined the Kurojutsu division. I no longer answer to any name except for my own: Han Roku no Kitsune, Konoha no Kurojutsu Anbu." (Fox of Team Six, Black Ops Dark Side of the Leaf)
"Very well, Kitsune. I realize that, for a man of as few words as you are, that must seem like a terribly long speech—I'll cut to the chase: I'm officially retiring you."
"With every ounce of respect that is due to you for all your years of work protecting and nurturing this village, Sandaime Hokage-sama…" The boy slipped his mask back on, the black facial covering providing a shield and a form of comfort; in particular, the voice modulator—he didn't like the sound of his natural voice, it was too whiny and high-pitched. "I shall die long before I will ever leave Han Roku, or Kurojutsu, or even Anbu in general; you will never be able to stop me from serving the village I hold so dear…"
"I was afraid you might say something along those lines…" The aged Sarutobi somberly intoned. "I've long wondered if I was in the wrong when putting you into the darkness. Now, it seems, it has consumed you and warped your mind…"
Even the boy's nigh-inhuman senses were able to detect and stop the knockout blow from behind.
"I'm sorry, Naruto, but this is for the best. Perhaps you'll grow on a normal path to power someday, and achieve the same feats as you have, but not for a while yet. No child, no son of veritable royalty, not even a Jinchuriki like yourself, should ever be forced to live on the Dark Side… Itachi is living proof of that."
Slowly, meticulously, he drew the sealing rings with his former student. Two would be separate, from one another and the others, and they would contain either his memories or 'hinder' the Kyubi's chakra.
The first seal was only temporary, as it prevented him from waking up until he was done.
The second seal, the one that would be released last—if at all—held his Enton techniques.
The third of them took away his Futton abilities.
Fourth was for Katon.
Fifth stripped him of the Hyoton.
The last of his elements to be taken was Suiton.
The seventh seal was a double-helix sealing matrices series that would inhibit the influence of the Kyubi's chakra and abilities; had they bothered to think about this, it was actually an incredibly stupid idea—why would you strip a sword of its blade?
The eighth and final of the seals would rob him of his memories and replace his persona with the mind of a clownish buffoon.
They truly believed that what they had done was unerringly for the best, something that would help the world maintain balance and order, not realizing that they had unwittingly set the stage for their own demise…
Kitsune might have been gone, but he was not forgotten.
Three years after this incident, Itachi of Han Roku defected from Konoha and slew his entire clan, sans his brother…
A year after that, Inu of Han Roku lost his wife and only child to an enemy even he could not defeat: disease. He soon resigned his post.
Not even two months after this, Kame was the only survivor of a battle that claimed the lives of the newest Han Roku recruits; he was permanently paralyzed from the waist down.
All the while, sealed away, the inner warrior of Uzumaki Naruto was dormant and waiting for his release. And, when that day came, the Kitsune would have the last laugh upon the world…
Believe it!