OK, this is an Idea that my older brother sounded out in a weird discussion of how some (mostly all) Naruto characters are pretty much, -ending comment there, its not relevant. Anyway, we then started discussing jutsus and the we got onto the mythical backgrounds and legends in Naruto.
So if you can guess what jutsu we were discussing you'll get a -possible, but not probable- e-mail containing the next chapter. If I remember to a.) continue this -I have another story posted that needs updating, one that needs to be drafted and typed and maybe posted, my reading fix or I'll tweak, school, and a 14 year old brother who can happily spend all day on Runescape -may it crash and burn in a bubbling mass of a brimstone lake- cutting logs. logs! Oh! And a new puppy! b.) type it. c.) your e-mail. d.) to send it to you.
May you enjoy. This is still in it's rough draft stages. I'm not really sure how or if I'm gonna use cannon or not.
Edited-11/20/09 Not going to complain, I'll leave my old A/N's except for the more annoying ones though.
Chapter 1- What a day.
The ninja of Konoha stared in wonder and disbelief. Shock was finally settling in fully and completely. A few things pierced though the shock-induced haze and battle brought disorientation. First off there was the devastation and destruction of about half of Konoha, including the larger hospital, several suburban complexes and a fourth of the entire village. Then there was the fact that for the next few miles if you were headed in certain direction, -particularly if you followed the Kyuubi's path- you wouldn't see a living thing for about ten miles. (16km.) Next, there was a goodly amount of ninja, were dead. ANBU, Jounin, chunin and gennin. Many families would mourn their loss in the following weeks and months. One of the last things to register and possibly the most important one to a significant number, is that fact that the Hokage was dead.
"Damn," a ninja with brown hair tied back using some ninja wire wearing the remnants of a chunin vest said, rather eloquently considering what just happened,"Did what just happen, you know happen? Or am I hallucinating?"
Another ninja clutching the cracked remnants of an ANBU mask answered,"You tell me." His gaze swept the area taking in the devastated countryside, a few ninjas wandering around, some more scrambling to save the lives of other comrades, friends, family, sensei's and teammates. The screams and hisses and yells of pain, the grunts and sobs that accompanied the brutal but effective treaty sever injuries. The main piece of the noise that overlaid the screaming, dying notes were sobs of the living, weeping for the dead.
To escape the noise of the earth, the pair of ninja looked to the sky. The sky was unearthly blue hue. It could have been smooth blue ice for that matter, but the sky was perfect.
A perfect match to the now dead Hokage's eyes that is. Damn, the ninja thought, while looking at the few, white, puffy clouds that dared to venture onto the clear eye-colored sky, this is gonna take forever to clean up. "Lets get this mess sorted out. We'll deal with that problem later. We need to help out where we can."
The council convened almost exactly an hour after the, well for lack of a better word, incident. The council member's voices were raised, and the arguments heated, with passionate words flinging fast and furious.
However they agreed on a few things.
1. They would temporarily suspend all (everything but the black op and those vitally important) missions. Three weeks tops. They couldn't afford to do otherwise.
2. Rebuilding was the goal for now. It would take a few years, but by then, this mess would be behind them and they could get on with their lives.
3. The funeral arrangements would take forever. Assuming they managed to find half the people. Kyuubi had ate several of them and incinerated the rest in its caustic chakra.
4. No one was to talk about what the Hokage did to save them all. It was classified as an S-rank secret and furthermore Sworn to Flame.
5. NO ONE, even those who saw what happened afterwards were not to talk about that. THAT did NOT happen. Officially, that is, there were several witnessess to the event after all so it had to happen in reality, just not their reality. It was made an S-rank secret with all the precautions and punishments that went with it. For those who didn't know, you didn't. Under no circumstances would this be discussed at all.
6. That boy had to be taken care of. Since no one knew who his parents were, or if they did, they weren't coming out and saying, he would be put in an orphanage. It was imperative. Supposedly, it was anyway, someone had to take care of the brat. He would be watched. Always watched. That was to be expected. He did have a demon inside him.
That led to more arguments and questions. Like who would watch him, who would take care of him, and most of all what to do with him later. Around midnight the council was dismissed, and thus they dispersed.
An old guy with a some bandages covering his arm and eye walked up to the baby boy. His look said, 'Just you wait kid, I'll find a way to kill you or keep you.'
The kid looked up at him and made some gurgles. His innocence showed in his eyes.
The old scarred man's body language said, that he meant it. He still backed off rather quickly though for a guy with a limp when a masked figure drifted out of the shadows to feed the kid.
Meanwhile...
The Kyuubi was pissed off to the third degree, maybe to the Nth degree since he hadn't been this pissed in all of his long and sometimes tedious existence. His day, no the entire damn week, if he was to use human terms, just got shot to Hell and back. No that wasn't what happened. He'd been to hell several times to visit. His life, just got screwed over on a scale only the Gods could perpetuate.
Which was what happened. It made him want to go and war against the Gods, which he would only do if he was suicidal. Gods were paranoid fuckers. They kept nasty beasties as pets that would make him think twice. They also had these nasty little wars, minor battles and evil, sneaky deals going on all the time. Seriously, you'd think after the first few world god wars they'd know better, but no. He would have given up on his and his maker's entire species if they weren't necessary for the universe to function in any reasonable way and if they didn't make and thus control all of the bijuu. All of them, including the ones never seen in the human realm, except for Jaden, but he was basically whipped, tortured, brutally beaten, starved and controlled by her. She made the Kyuubi seem nice when he was on a bad day, -like today for instance- in comparison.
Hence why you should never ask a God or Goddess for help or help them in anything. The deal you made with them will always, always bit you in the tail region. If the deal didn't stick you on a cliff edge and then kicked you in the tail region. Which in the Demon Fox Lord's mind was just what happened. As soon as he got out, which he would, it would only take time and some patience and he had plenty of that.
Looking at the boy's memories, he could see the old guy. He had an instant dislike for the guy. Maybe it was the fact that he was trapped in a baby, and thus he was distrustful of everything. That could have something to do with it. So he went with caution. The seal was still new. Despite being otherworldly, still new. It hadn't fully locked down all of his powers. Kyuubi then congratulated himself for being that awesome, since it was still taking a bit for the Shinigami's full power to clamp down on his.
The Kyuubi gave a feral grin in its cage acting upon more instinct than idea at the moment, his mind would catch up and direct when needed. He sent some of his energy out to make some links to the kid's senses. The disgusting two-legs who called themselves humans, called this chakra. Nevertheless, bending his chakra to his will five chains appeared, running into the darkness that was a newborn mind, and into his cage. With that, he connected the chains to a bracelet he made around his foreleg, and presto! A shock, a slight jolt, and access to the boy's senses.
Then the seal cut him off from doing more. So much for taking complete control of the boy. That just made his week get a lot worse. If he had complete control of him, he could have made him grow up a lot faster to where he could get him to survive. That would be nice. Then he could go and trash the seal completely, destroy the village, or maybe haunt it...Kyuubi decided that it would need planning, he had taken down empires larger and more consolidated than this village.
Damn the Gods. Damn the two-legs, and their noisy disgusting villages. Damn the Shinigami's seal. The whole world be damned. No he couldn't do that, it was too fun to wreck, seriously fun to wreck. When it wasn't giving him worse torture than what Hell could do. Like now. Maybe when he was out he'd go and talk to Karma and see what was up over ice cream, or at a sleep-over or-!
That brought the Kyuubi's mind to a different matter. How the blazes was he supposed to get fur done? That prospect made all the recent disaster in the Demon Lord's life dwindle down to non-comparative. His poor tails or her tails, at the moment he felt like being a he, the sulk was a bit more impressive.
(A/N; I'm so evil to the Kyuubi. You'll see what's happened to make him all pissed later. This is my shortest chapter I've written yet. Barely over a thousand words. That's just extremely short for the story, in my opinion. That's including the really long author notes. Ja!