Yay! My first Naruto fanfic ever! I loved the series for a while now, but I never wanted to write a fic, but inspiration struck! After my friend lent me this book, I went through a sudden research spree and finally I've got something! This is an alternate universe fic so things will be different. I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-san and that is NOT I
WARNING: AU, Insanity, OOC, mass murder, and violence
PAIRINGS: Nothing really since I'm not a hopeless romance
Prologue"Junk, junk, junk, junk," young Uzumaki Naruto chanted as he dug through a wooden crate in the old attic in his home. It was a rainy day, his mom was away, and there was nothing to do, so he decided to find something to do in the attic. In the attic were a bunch of old stuff, antiques, and more old stuff, all of which did not interest Naruto in the slightest. He had called Sakura earlier asking about coming over, but she said she had homework to do.
"Arrrgh! There's nothing in here to do!" Naruto yelled in frustration harshly throwing an old photo album in the air. "Wait, I'll get some ramen! Mom left pork ramen in the cupboard!" As the now happy Naruto skipped towards the ladder, an old book landed on his head. Apparently when he threw the photo album, it hit a shelf, which knocked the book over.
"OW!" the blonde yelled clutching his throbbing head. He glared down at the book that assaulted his head. It was old, in fact ancient, that seemed to have come from at least the 19th century. It was bound in plain leather with no title on the cover or the spine.
Curiosity got the best of him as Naruto picked up the old book. Carefully flipping through the old book he noticed that it wasn't a novel, but someone's diary or journal. What also caught his normally slow mind was that the dates were, in fact, over a period of nine years.
How boring, thought Naruto as he closed the book. He was about to fling the worthless junk across the attic when a piece of paper slipped out between the pages. Setting the book down, Naruto picked up the paper and after unfolding it, read in his slow manner:
Dear Naruto,
Well, as you can probably tell, I'm dying of an incurable illness and I really wish I could have given you this now, but you know hospitals.
Anyway, as you know, I was a detective for twenty years. My main focus was mostly on murders. While investigating several, the police discovered that the murders were made by a serial killer, and a good one at that. We could never figure out who this murderer was so we called him Shadow, because of the way he manages to escape. You probably heard of him, he was well known for killing people and dissecting people in a matter of seconds.
Well, last year, we caught him. By then, he had been on the run for 7 years, killing exactly 44 victims. It was, surprisingly, a seventeen-year-old boy, who was, by then, quite insane. He did nothing to try and prove himself not guilty. He was sentenced to life in jail. A week after he was put in prison, he someone managed to commit suicide. Autopsy tests showed that he probably knocked his head against the wall countless times before it hit the medulla.
Up till then, I thought he was a heartless and psychotic boy who was only out for blood, until I found this at a crime scene. It turns out this was the diary of Shadow. Read this and I promise you, you will know the truth behind the madman the media made him.
Your father
PS. Oh, one more thing, DO NOT SHOW THIS TO ANYONE! Trust me, no one's going to believe you…
Well, as you can imagine, Naruto was not the brightest tool in the shed and it took him a while to register his father's words. He, of course, knew about the first paragraph. He was notified of his father's death during lunch when he was eating ramen. The news broke his heart since his father was his best support.
The second paragraph took some searching through his memory when it hit him. Shadow was one of the most famous serial killers in the century! Known for killing in the same area 44 times, Shadow could leave his victims slashed down in vulnerable points of the body in a matter of seconds.
The third paragraph made no sense to him whatsoever! Many of his classmates had to admit that his IQ was that of a third grader and he knew it. He never had interest in watching crime shows or read Sherlock Holmes nor did he ever pay attention in science.
The fourth and last paragraph confused him slightly. His father knew as much, maybe even more, that he hated reading. Why would he want him to read a diary, and one that of a serial killer! That was insane!
You will know the truth behind the madman the media made him. Well, it couldn't hurt to read a little bit of the diary, wouldn't it? It'll probably get boring or gory after a while, right, thought Naruto as he picked up the leather-bound book.
Flipping to the first page of the diary, he began to read the thoughts of Shadow, on a stormy day…
TBC…So, should I continue? I know it must be cliché; or insane to write about a serial killer, but heck, it's interesting! Review please! I've been really sissy about flames and I know plenty of authors get those, so flames are welcome on this fic.
Now, here's the biggest issue I have on this fic. I CAN'T SEEM TO MAKE UP MY MIND ON WHO THE SERIAL KILLER SHOULD BE! You can tell me who you want to be Shadow in your review.