I am planning to upload chapters every friday:D
Hope you enjoy the chapter! feel free to criticize my work ;D
Im gonna start rewriting the story, make it better and things and upload more chapters!
I do not own naruto, blah, blah, blah.
the twelve tails is not a part of the ten-tails. Orochimaru just creates it and calls it Twelve tails cause it has twelve tails, after seeing the kyuubi Jinchūriki it inspires him to create his own project and could help him on his upcoming plans.
Italic= thoughts
Bold= Tsume speaking
Normal= Ayumi/ Mother
italic underline= figure outside
Recipe for a Jinchūriki... Chapter 1
My name is Ayumi Uzumaki I am eight years of a age I was an orphan, in till Orochimaru adopted me. I thought my life was going to change for the better, but it changed for the worst… Antagonizing pain would befall me, as I became the jinchuuriki of the twelve tails, a death devouring monster. "I was nothing more than an interesting test subject". I Curse all those with the name "Uzumaki"… Finally I have escaped the snakes den...
A young girl sat in silence, trying to catch her breath her violet eyes perched upon the full blue moon, a signal of a months passing. Her long copper hair danced upon the few winds along with the loosened cloth of her forehead protector. She wore a black cloak underneath a pink and crimson dripped knee length dress, with a red ribbon tied neatly in a bow. Anyone who would gaze at her would think that the red spots were part of the dresses design, but it was blood, which cessed to wash out no matter how many times she wash it. She couldn't get rid of the stains, just like the memories that had been newly drenched in tears and red over the last few days.
Ayumi's POV
It was a cold night; wind carried a chill on its breath and the sky was restless. Regardless, of the campfire in front of me and the many layers of clothes I had on, I still shivered my teeth chattering. I gazed into the fire with my arms crossed trying to gather heat. Tiny stones of rumble pricked my legs as I sat upon the stone cold floor. I wanted to jump into my desisted mothers arms, and cry upon my father's shoulder. I was homesick, tired, traumatized. I turned my head slightly to look at the twilight sky, not a single star was out even the blue moon was just about visible hiding underneath the thick vale clouds. I took my spiral shaped headband and cleaned the spatters of red with my sleeve. Images kept flashing and replaying inside my head, the images of death, death of my Father, and mother horrific, twisted and un-erasable the event kept looping around in my mind like a broken record, like a never ending book. Why did you both die?
Dad had died 3 months before mum he was not a blood relative of the Uzumaki clan, but had married into it; my Dad was wise and confident, just what my low-esteemed mother needed. He fought for our clans rights, but this made him a target for the five great nation's shinobi. He believed in a united world without war but peace with one nation ruling all. This ignorance got him killed he was assassinated by a silent killer, who wanted to steal the many secrets kept inside him, for example his knowledge of the Uzamaki clans jutsu such as sealing.
He had just finished presenting a rather persuasive speech about 'the impure world we shinobi live in' In front of a large ray of people, when the shinobi cut his life short. At the time I was just 7 a time of innocence and purity, watching below from a building peering at "daddy" with my mother (who seemed distant at the time).
The ninja had used a jutsu unknown to the eyes because it was so abrupt. But I saw it, even though it was instant. An icy katana pierced through his heart and frosted his body from the inside. Bitterness griped him and began to turn his chakra into ice.
His body became hard and still less energetic as the katana devoured the chakra. The hole the blade had cast grew bigger as organs, blood and bones became gripped into a frozen eternity. Cracking lines soon showed he became fragile as if he was dropped into a blizzard muscles tensed, skin pale and eyes widen and interrupted with shock sunk into his skull. He was dead. Swiftly, the assassin retrieved his weapon, with a demon like glare the figure throw a shuriken from behind and hit his target. "Smash"… a burnished body was scattered over the floor like a thousand flesh- frozen screaming daggers
I never saw the whole perpetrators face, the figure was coved in black garbs only showing ruby eyes with a cold gaze of despair. There's a lot you can tell about people's eyes some say if you look close enough you will be able to see the persons past or their future; the assassin, she had a shortly-cut future I could just tell, it was like a sixth sense.
My father … I am just thankful that he had a quick death unlike my poor mother she suffered a long suffocating death. I whispered to myself or maybe it is my father's words "War was a bitter tale a tale of love, and death only those who have experienced it will feel its full effect and dive into the jaws of hell…"
The assassin, shinobi kill to stop uprising, kill to stop war, kill to stop change my father wanted these to unite the nation as one-whole, I will strive to full fill his desire and avenge my mother's death… I'm only seven years old
People feared the Uzumaki clan we were masters of sealing techniques –Fūinjutsu. The land of waves ended up having a war, despite our unique skills of sealing many perished there were few survivors left…
Flashback… a few days ago…
I glance at the headband of her soon to be assasain...
He had pinned her down onto the floor, kunai at each joint of her body. She had little fight left in her, little hope of surviving, she is still struggling though, protecting her child from being discovered in the black shadows.
"cough, cough" she brings up blood.
"You damn ninja, who are you? what do you want?, who sent you?"
"So many questions, yet so little time left before your heat ticks down to its last beat, I will tell you this though, i've already killed of all your family , it useless to call out for help, woman or should I use you real name F… OUCH, you parasite you bite my leg, get off me" He rests his left foot on her torso. "I guess you still got some fight in you." He grinned a ominous shadow over the helpless parent "what shall I say to make your blood boil? Ahh I know where's your daughter,?" I need to find her anyway.
"Nooo, take anything you want but not my precious Ayumi!" The mother pleaded releasing her grip on the mans leg.
"I can't believe one mere jutsu was enough to take you down and render you helpless. Too bad considering your reputation, you would even kill your own daughter if you were ordered to, for money of course. That's why you killed him, right!"
"or, is it true? did you really quite your old occupation? those eyes, your damed eyes tell me so,
too bad in your youth you could of at least been able to make me brake a sweat"
She bites his leg again talking through her teeth " I'll take you to hell with me. Its great down there its a place full of demons we will fit right in" her eyes are bloodshoot I've never seen this look in her eye, it is the look of madness of hysteria. Mums gone crazy I've never seen her act like this.
Ignoring the scarlet, she raises her hands forcing the heavily anchored kunai through her joint bones and attempts to create a hand sign for a jutsu. But her enemy stops her with a chuckle " you must be stupid or something, trying to finish me off with such little chakra, Don't you remember I drained you chakra half an hour ago!" He stands on her hands " Baita, how do you like that? weakling I thought you would have been harder to kill" her killer standing over her with a kunai in his left hand He was covered in battle wounds and covered in his victim's blood as well as his own. A scar across his face from his right eye to his nose line (he had recivied this by the fight with my mother). he has a wide grin as he gazed at him victim . His eyes smirk as he watches her soul leave he body. He wore a black leather flak jacket underneath a blue top and blackened ninja trousers and he studied the element of electric jutsu.
I stay in the darkness hidden watching him carefully using a jutsu that hides my presence by blending into the black shadows called kurokage no justu. I'm so weak so helpless. This seal my mother but on me to keep me still, it will only release when my mother is either dead or releases it. Some one please help me I then hear a nose from outside, footsteps will these people help me…
"Tsume were moving out "says a figure, but I see two strangers.
"Fine, but before I leave" he picked up a kunai by the hilt and drove it and twisted it into the woman's jaw line. The kunai was covered in his chakra and lashed out like a lightning bolt. He rips it out and causes blood to run her heart beats faster, because of the electrical charge chakra. She screamed, she was already dying from the loss of blood than her mouth became numb and paralyzed
My eyes widen, but I do not scream. I am frozen I can't move, I can't even make a sound the seal prevents me from doing so, it only lets me breath and watch as the horror that is a memory. I wish I could cry out stop this from happening but I can't I will forever dawn in the depths of despir and live in the past of these nightmare events.
With a smirk the man quickly made his escape to the outside and smashed through a pane of glass. he gazed back at his murdered victim " that will teach your disrespectful Uzumaki clan Fuko, to mess with us, now where's your daughter"
"Why, why do they want me? is it so they can slaughter me too and leave me in a corner withering blood like my mother? or is it for some other wicked purpose they want me... is it my faut this trauma has occurred.
Her eyes scan him as he circles the room searching for me, I can feel his breath against my skin. If I was allowed access to move right now my muscles would be tense, and I would be on a tipping point of tears like a fragile glass dangling on the edge table that would soon fall and hit the solid tiles. My body felt heavy time flowed slow. I glared at him like my mother
Ten minutes of searching …
"Did you find her yet, tsume?"
"No sorry, your lordship"
"She will come to use anyway"
It was a river of blood, Kunai thrown all over the place. Pale and frail Mother lying on her stomach against the reddened floor, which she had produced, I lay up against the corner of the room staring at my mother watching her life slowly grip away from her. Her jaw is turned inside out and has made my mother's mouth bleed, it is full of blood. She begins to chock and cough on the scarlet liquid. She no longer can whisper a word. Many wounds deep and mild scar her; she has a huge one on her knee that has become dislocated. How I wish I could help her, but I am useless my body won't move despite my will my legs and arms are sealed in place till she breaths her last breath. Her lips are dyed crimson stained with her own blood this is the reddest I have seen them.
The Uzumaki clan can bear pain for a while, we have amazing stamina, healing abilities but casualties like this will never heal and will prolong her pain …
She begins to claw at the floor with her bony fingers and rakes the ground with blood and writes a message in red. Slightly, she turns her head to me and then back to try getting my attention, she already has it she has become blind the shinobi took out one of her eyes. Her fingers curl up to her palm. I watch her bloodshot left eye dime and lose colour as he soul leaves her body. She lets out a loud disturbing cough letting out all the blood in her throat and mouth. Blood in drops paints her face like a waterfall. Her eye blinks open and widens and she lets out a eerie scream, as her body began to shiver all over. Organ fail her and she then stopped lifeless in her tracks her eyes rolled to the side her pupils small and terrified and her muscles became stiff and heavy her heart stopped beating. The colour from her face had completely vanished she was as pale as a ghost.
Silence…
I am able to move again, and speak but what use is speaking if you can't call out to anyone.
Tears fly down from my face and make a pool of water. "Mother! Wake up mother… mummy wake up opens your eyes". My finger grips my palm and my fist hits the ground. A splash followed by a bang as I did this. Gradually, I get up and limp over to the message she left me. It was very messy and squiggly, but could just be read by the human eyes I read the message again and again it reads;
"Ayumi I love you so much my daughter you are but one of the few survivors of the Uzumaki clan. Live my children to the fullest make me and your father proud of you".Tears begin to drip again and my heart began to brake. All of my family were died I needed to survive and make them proud of me. I covered my tracks and got rid of the message on the floor. I grab whatever belongings I still have and take my mum's ninja weapons and scrolls and left the broken cottage. My soul broken into pieces and my body lacking in both physical and mental health this is all because of my family name 'Uzumaki'…Why did my mother and father die and not me…"
Out of the trance
A shiver goes down my back and makes my back arch. I clutch some nearby firewood to put into the dying fire. The gale brushes against the fire threatening to blow it out. The fire stands its ground and after a while the fire is blazing up. "It's going to be a long night" I sighed. Two days have passed since the event every day was long and the nights were never-ending
Brushing my long red hair, I stare at the sky. I recite the melody my mother always sang to me, the tune becomes eerie and echoes throughout the forest, yet it calms me kept replaying… I can't sleep after what has happened tonight. But eventually, my head began to spin, as I hadn't slept for two days and I had purple/ grey bags under my eyes.I and my mother could never outrun them six against two. That is how our clan died out that is how clan are became few left; there are still some survivors those who separated during the shinobi war. However my home is destroyed I have nowhere else to go. I need to find the village of the people attacked me and my family
Owls hooted in the moonlight, bats screeched in the nearby sky. Although I feared these creatures of the night, My body finally gave into the fatigue and I fell onto the icy floor my eyes close immediately. However I do not notice the green snake behind me he keeps his presence well hidden from all after all he is a predator.
A figure sat, it stuck its snake like tongue out and chuckled "I have found the perfect vessel for my project she even has the heritage... such a rare piece in a chess board".
End of chapter 1