AD: cheating death
'Italics'human thinking.
'thinking is the fundamental' telepathic talking.
"Destiny has its own strange ways" demons/denizen/summons/or any ethereal being talking.
'I'll crush you insect' demons/denizen/summons/or any ethereal being thinking.
'After you my dear' demons/denizen/summons/Ethereal being telepathically
talking.
[Author Notes/author butting in the matters of character]
Disclaimer: This story is only published for entertainment purpose with no use for earning money, I do not own any anime but I do owe this Tale.
This story is un-beataed, so go easy on me.
Outskirts of the Northern Empire, frozen wasteland…
He is 'gloriously' pummelled out of the place wherever he was not a second after accepting the deal and the next thing he knew that he is in a cold desert of some sorts. His body is wrenching in pain but strangely he had no lacerations whatsoever neither he had any internal haemorrhages if his relaxed breathing is anything to go by. Further passage of time also helped him to subdue the now tolerable jolts of pain.
Now that his mind is working coherent in an acceptable way, he mulled over the recent turn of events. 'let's see, I've been out of that dumb shit, kidnapped by the Shinigami and dumped into this strange place. I wonder if I have any chakra, if it is than how much of it.'
He absentmindedly checked his surrounding crater and is baffled by the sheer magnitude of the vast radius of the scar that his fall has inflicted over this land. Half a mile deep and evenly wide this thing is nothing to scoff at, scaling out of it he involuntarily shuddered as a freezing cold wind touched him. Taking in the scenery he double checked of his opinions. The place he assumed to be a desert is a tundra land an icy graveyard in simple terms.
'the cold touch of death.' Chuckling at his otherworldly humour he sat down in the shade of a protruding rock, searching for the familiar feel of the tingling energy. He was finally able to call upon it after meditating for five minute, it is the first time of his channelling it outside of his mind and he is taken back by how well it responded to him. 'must be the combined memories of my parents.'
He cracked his back and prepared himself for the long awaited travel, yet there is one problem.
He is not familiar with these lands. So he plopped down once more to take a break from the mentally exhausting situation and have a once over at what transpired prior to his being here including the lovely gift that he had.
Flashback
'Why?' intoned a barren deeply voice that could be passed for a ghostly silhouette, given his appearances.
'why? What?' is the reply it got from its counterpart a person that is garbed in the unholy amount of orange. He had bindingly bright hairs in a shade of yellow that would put the bright sunflowers at shame which only contrasted by his indigo eyes….
'Why do you stick to those people? They'd served us nothing but misery and insults. Treated us like a leprosy yet you seek for their acceptance why?' As it disregarded the curtains of waterfall that kept it…. No him obscured to the world. The figure had a scowl plastered to his face as it got a look of his own wardrobe. The concentration of orange had left him disgusted but he has his priorities checked which is why he held back his snarky remarks about the dreaded and horrendous wardrobe.
For his part Naruto, the one who is having all of this meditation stuff in his mindscape is baffled by the turn of events. Surely when Motoi, the Kumo shinobi who is currently in charge of his training has warned him about the inevitable confrontation of his suppressed self and he had imagined it to be a minor setback or some type of heart to heart verbal exchange like he did with his father the fourth yet when he saw the manifestation of his hatred. He instinctively knew that this option is out of the way.
He resembles very much like him and if he looks like him then he is stubborn like him too. Aside from its scarlet mane which complemented it equally bloody red eyes… which strangely have seven concentric parabolic rings in them and each of them possessed a set of three tomoe. Those set of orbs has stirred a number of emotions and it left him such wide open for a surprise attack that he barely registered when his counterpart disappeared from his line of sight.
Unbeknownst to Naruto; the Dark Naruto had obtained those eyes by stealing the Chakra of One Sasuke Uchiha and Nagato when they had entered his mindscape respectively, while at that time those were just sample of chakra that is persevered by the help of Kyūbi and nothing more. It only became useful when Naruto had properly learnt to utilize the Senjutsu. He had intermixed all of them by the suggestion of the mighty vixen and it paid off rather handsomely if he say so himself…
He had just enough time to form a half assessed guard as his twisted twin unleashed a barrage of well-placed and his unprepared abdominal. The first kick is merely a feint that provided the much needed opening for the knee-grapple combo which left the blond stunned…. Followed by a swift heel drop at his sternum and he is out like a light for the time being.
"Brat… he is down but not for very long as it is nothing but an imaginary plane in his mind thus all of those injuries has no effect on him and only by his own misplaced believes keeps him that way, hence this is our only window to be done with this place…."Came out a several octave deeper voice…. while the scenery of waterfall is frequently substituted with the dumpy picture of hall cum prison that looks like an amalgam of an abandoned industrial boiler room and a sewage.
Behind that Himalayan of prison cell is an ancient being fabricated from chakra that was given sentient by the sage of the six paths. The strongest of the tailed beasts… the Kyūbi no Kurama. she was sealed in Naruto when he was birthed and is imprisoned since then.
He had to admit the work of fourth is unparalleled to anything, the Shiki fujin is a celestial seal. An artefact that shouldn't have ever existed by all means. This thing is the living definition of limbo… as it empowers itself by the power of death itself intertwined to the soul of caster. The seal has two parts one is the containment seal for the subject while the other is to contain the soul or in this case souls of the caster. Despite all of its benefits this marvellous piece of art has a basic flaw that all of its kind retains….it is only guarded from the outside.
Given that not many humans can actively waltz through the mindscapes of their own much less someone else' yet it is a welcomed vulnerability in this case that he had no qualms to exploit for his own benefit.
In front of him laid the mental manifestation of original Naruto, as he slowly cleared the miniscule distance. The Dark Naruto or as he distinguishes himself apart from his stupid self, uplifted the body of his originator and plunged his hand right through his abdominals. For a minute nothing happened but soon the inky squabbles burned right through his skin as it travelled all the way up to his left shoulder. His facial muscle tensed as he gnashed his teeth inflicted by the absorption but it is well worth in the end.
Pulsing the chakra at his eyes, he reactivated the unnamed Dojutsu. From the memory of Nagato he can safely assume that it held the property of chakra absorption and soul extraction too but he intended to do much more and that is where the key of Shiki fujin come in to the play.
Levitating to the middle of the sealed gates he conjured up the needed amount of chakra in the key as he half twisted his hand to unlock the part where the souls resides and smirked when he found out that both the souls of his parents are in their, in a stagnate prison that linked to the part of Shinigami. His eyes glinted in barely contained glee as he pushed past the minor barrier that mended both parts of the seal and in a split second he activated both the Human and Preta paths simultaneously thus absorbing both the souls of Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato in a few moments but he failed to calculate one minor detail that the soul of Namikaze Minato is already bound to the Shinigami. And as the old saying goes that Death did not entertain to be cheated.
The Infuriated deity has come after him, in all its glory to bestow him the punishment of his theft. Originally it is hell bent to devour him and be done with but soon it found out that the entity named Dark Naruto is never alive to begin with so it already above the cycle of life and death. In addition to this Dark Naruto is nothing but resourceful so he briefly struck a deal with the death that would benefit them both.
For his theft he would simply slaughter a thousand souls for the deity by the weapon given by death itself. Though there is a minor setback as Naruto and Dark Naruto couldn't coexist in the same realm and Dark Naruto being the anomaly; he had to leave this realm in favour of a whole different dimension.
Even though he managed to voice his protests as he had already formulated the various ways that he would slaughter the people of Konoha in the name of said deity… but that soon died after the second option shown to him that is being the cellmate of Kyūbi for the rest of his life. Not much of choice in that regards.
So now he is simply transported to a different dimension with the fundamental knowledge of said place, namely Language and the economic ratio regarding it plus an artificial body to occupy his conscious.
[A\N:
1) Just like Gigai, bodies that soul reapers used in bleach anime but he couldn't get out of it at leisure like them.
2) I will now refer Dark Naruto as Naruto.]
Flashback end
For miles after miles there is nothing but snow complemented by the random patches of dirt but nothing of significant. Groaning mentally at the familiar scenery of snowy wastelands that reminded him the beating his foolish-self earned by the Raikage. He chuckled at the dismay of his counter, as now that Naruto is literally separated from him he saw him as a third persons point of view. It eventually defined him as a different person thence efficiently making him insouciant towards shinobi world and its machinations
Which represents him as complete and utter quixotic person.
Checking out his wardrobe, he once again groaned in dissatisfaction at the orange eyesore of garments that he wore…. that's when his eyes met with the reflective surface of frozen lake. For is part he is really surprised to say the least at his almost unrecognizable face as his whiskers are gone for the most part and only a thin indentation is all left of them. His face is much more chiselled consisting the effeminate charms of Namikaze Minato that complements his flame like hair that is amalgam of brilliant blond and stark scarlet which is now in a low shoulder length braid. His body has gone under a transformation to and he swiftly removed all the clothing's to observe even meticulous changes a content sigh to find out that he still has the thing that defines him as a male otherwise it would be…. really awkward for him to accept his new life.
These merge has also made him grow out of his scrawny self and now he had fairly build body that topped at six foot. His body is ripped to the perfection that he could give those Kumo nins a run for money. Although it is all a welcomed change to his being only a part of emotions yet it still left him with a hollowed feeling as he always dreamt of picking apart the shinobi system.
However, those dreams are as good as gone, all because of his lack of perception. He never anticipated a deity to intervene and he actually didn't mind it now that he has his own persona to go by. Now he could care less either way if Naruto prevailed in his childish beliefs or Madara enslave them for all the eternity. Those are all but a dream for him which held no significant value for him aside from the battle experience and the Ninjutsu that he obtained through the souls of his so called parents.
Finally, after a full fifteen minute of observation he came to the conclusion that he doesn't have the Kyūbi as per say yet he held its husk which was once being contained in the stomach of Shinigami. A welcomed enhancement as it will subconsciously provide him the chakra of the beast without the unrequited drawbacks and a seal on each biceps that has kanji of zero and life. Nothing else is emitted from it so he would let it be for the time being.
"grrrr" the rumbling of his stomach alerted him of the signs that he needed to obtain the food, and by the looks of this terrain he couldn't get it here. The only edibles things here are fishes which are very deep inside the lake.
This brought him to another realization that he had the ability to sense anything alive, this doesn't mean that he was not observant but this is a whole new level of experience as he can feel the souls of the slumbering sea creatures.
Taking a once over look at his newly formed body he begrudgingly put on the two size shorter trek suit that picture him as a walking pumpkin and subconsciously used a minor burst of chakra that transformed them into a full white travelling cloak. An ideal clothing that conceals him in these terrains while he putted a minor illusion over himself that makes him incognito.
Now arise the glaring question of navigating himself without getting lost in these ashen desert, for a moment he thought of summoning a massive creature that is capable of flight to give him the better Arial view but he let go of the notion in the favour of his stealth. After all it wouldn't end well if the resident of this realm are much more observant and have means to take down such beings. It would leave him wide open for any sorts of attack and he had yet to obtain the information about the denizen of this dimension. Deciding to try out the abilities of O. Naruto, he sat down and crossed his legs to meditate.
The familiar rush of power that comes with nature chakra engulfed him, multiplying his own sensing abilities to the ungodly levels as he felt the familiar touch of humanoid creatures. There is a settlement if his sense is right not too far from his whereabouts, those people doesn't have the chakra but they do have some other type of energy. The settlement is relatively short by the feel and is only a half day away from his current location if he took off at moderate pace.
Having what he wanted, Naruto got up in a back flip and landed right over the rock that had sheltered him from the frosty breeze, flipping hands in practiced ease he summoned a moderate sized chameleon as a means to transport and got inside of it. This also came with the familiar feel of the chakra drain sapping out of him of his sage mode which is relatively larger than he had anticipated but he would look over after filling his roaring stomach. While the said creature took off in the direction of the small settlement he had sensed a moment ago.
Deciding to sort out the memories of the 'his' parents he settled down in a meditating position but not before conjuring up a shadow clone to watch over himself. This is going to be long journey and he had his own share of work to fill out the missing pieces of this puzzle that he got tangled up with. As he had already paid the price of his lack of foresight.
Northern Frontier Lands, Partas Clan,
Not expecting to came across the scenery before Naruto couldn't comprehend what have transpired her in the span of a day. It only instilled his shaky believes over the human's in general are the most flawed creation of Nature.
"Troublesome." Messaging his temples as the stress of fully assorting and assimilating out the necessary memories of both Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato is a tedious task to say the least but it had provided him the much required insight of the politics, Jutsu, battle experiences, emotion's and the most prominent of the memories when they participated in the carnival of massacre known as Third Great shinobi war. Only because of those horrendous memories are enough to cement his pessimistic trust over the human as a race.
Even though they preach for peace their greed always got better of them and they would once aging succumb to the depths of hell. There is no doubt in his mind after watching the conflagrations that stood in the distance. These are the people he had sensed a day ago, nothing short of three hundred people and now all are dead or at the brink of it. Nothing short of bloody massacre could picture this unsavoury scenery.
Had he knew this would happen the he would have reached to them in an hour at most. No, he knew he is not the goody-woody Naruto but he had saved the day just for the sake of warm bed and a stomach full of meal.
Given he never cared for the bloodbaths and sometimes he actually enjoys it yet this is nothing short of uprooting. Whoever those people were they are sophisticatedly wiped out by the adversaries, leaving behind the bloody remains for the wild animals to feast upon.
Picking up the makeshift backpack that he had created by the scavenging some of the unscathed pieces of sheets and a makeshift pelt acting as a wadding for it. For an hour and half he had ransacked the whole village just to collect the bare essentials and he had found them meanwhile admiring the handiworks of the attacking forces.
Few peoples that had survived in this siege is has been quickly introduced to his Kunai, merely leaving the clan head who is already wounded. Impaled in the various vitals and death is an inevitable for him. So having presented the opportunity Naruto utilized his fabled Rinne-sharingan once more as he ripped out the soul of the blue haired man and travelled through his memories in few minutes rather than wasting hours as he did on the life of 'his parents'.
From those memories he knew that this is nothing but a common occurrence as various clans in these lands has fought for the betterment of their people. And almost all the battels are concluded in blood. It reminded him of the times when Kyūbi told him about the era before the hidden villages are founded. In those times there are several pilgrimages and purges had befallen over the clan's like Partas clan.
"Only strong survives, weak are to be perished. Hmm… a wise, cynical assessment I suppose; it befitted the humanity perfectly." His voice sounded very much grave as he intoned the creed that this man lived by. A faint smirk began to form on his lips, as he couldn't help but feel a kinship to this man.
And it also gave him the info about the daughter of this man, a fine warrior in his eye unlike those third grade preteen excuses of Kunoichi; she is a perfect killer. 'Had the memories served me correct then I would certainly like to meet her.'
As if the gods in the sky had heard his thought he sensed a distinct signature that felt unquestionably similar to the fallen man. Taking the initiative, he strode right towards the approaching girl who carries a beast twice or trice much heavier than her and from the looks it is an A-class danger beast. The girl in question is distraught and is hyperventilating, meanwhile he noted her appearance.
The girl in question is unique to say the least, her appearance is most unsettling as she wore a light blue V-neck with that did nothing to hide her budding curves which are already border lining on a low c-cup. A dark skirt is acting to hide her nether regions but is only served to accentuate her womanly curves. Her neither legs are coated in a fur boots. Her clan emblem is tied over her head, acting as some sorts of makeshift headband. Her long flowing hairs are the colour of freshly frozen ice that complements her porcelain white skin, eventually his ruby red pair of orbs met her steely blue. A silent battle of wills had begun for a brief moment while she drew out her short single edged Ninjato.
Upping both of his palms to pacify the blue maiden, which only served to incense her as she saw the makeshift duffle bag in the hand of Naruto. So without giving him any indication she charged at him, mentally cursing himself for the obviously stupid move he bended at the unnatural angle to evade the beheading slash. Followed up by a low kick, which is redirected through the momentum of spin. But that is not the end of the assault as the menacing came out from the other side to gut him.
A fine combo to dispatch any out of the mill foe, unfortunately for the blue haired beauty the man in front of has lived through the recollections of the most of the gruesome battles. As it proved when he deflects the pointy object by a well-placed palm strike, and created a fair amount of distance using the quick successions of the back flips.
Breathing heavily at the quick combo, the girl finally got the full view of the man as the smoke is cleared by the stray breeze. She had to admit that he is a finely built person plus his past movements screamed at her that this individual has his own share of battles. But his whole body including his face is concealed in an ashen grey cloak. The only thing that she could distinguish is his distinct pair of sanguine eyes.' He is not a pushover by any means if this skirmish is anything to go by.' thought the heaving bluenette.
'she sure has a short fuse, but considering the scandalous situation we met it is quite understandable.' While picking up a stray bokken. He gave a few swings to test out the weight and balance of the relatively harmless weapon, which to his surprise is well calibrated.
His admiration of the weapon is haphazardly halted as he heard the muffled footsteps of his assaulter who firmly used her momentum to deliver an uppercut slash… a faint. He mused as he backed up a step to fall once again in twists of deathly dance, while he enhanced the durability of the wooden sword by channelling his chakra. The fun part of it is that she is not aware of the upcoming surprise.
"Thump." The sound of parring blades resounded in the blazing clearing. While his assaulter stood rigid. Her eyes are widened in the momentary shock as laws of physics are left silly in the wake. Capitalizing at the moment he used his left knee and implanted it right in the middle of her abdominal, not at his full strength but enough to stun her and in short swing of his bokken he disarmed her. The sword flew right into burning hut and cleaved out of it like it's made out of butter.
The girl remained still, clutching her abdominal as she grimaced. While her facial expression is showed the defiance of wounded tigress. A perfect show of resolve is shone through those pair of orbs as they affixed their smouldering gaze on him.
Despite of feeling offended by such a gesture, he felt something else. 'no I've been feeling it since the fight started, the thrill of this battle, the thrumming of my heart accompanied with the fine show of swordsmanship had enlightened me to the thrill of the fight. The thought of actually fighting her and many more competent foes makes me feel….'
"Alive". He whispered it yet the word somehow carried throughout the icy terrain, this served to confuse her foe who for a split second lost her composure. Shaking himself out of the high induced by the adrenaline he stabbed his weapon in front of him. While raising his hands once more as a universal sign of surrender. Which only served to confuse the girl in front of him, as her father had told her to never left her foe alive if the opportunity presents.
"That is quite the warmup you gave me little snow tigress, but this is the end of the free show… for you anyways." As he hefted up the duffle bag, preparing to be done with the hellish place. But his adversary has other plans as she intercepted his way, eyes still fixed on him albeit they held a contrasting emotions to the prior one's.
Frowning at the way he addressed her and ridiculed her skills as he implied her all-out battle as warm up she managed to bit back her introduction, "Esdeath, you should do well to remember the name of your predator." Spitted out the wounded girl, her teeth are gnawing in frustration. 'One day I'll avenge you father….and all of you by killing this person.'
'Oh! So now the lady is ready for a banter. Might as well cash it.' Thought out the white clad man. His hands already reaching out for the spilled rations and spare clothing's that had slipped out of his make shift luggage. Picking up the fallen goods he beckons her to follow him and to his utmost surprise she responded in an assertive manner while she looked obfuscated.
For a quarter of hour, they travelled out of the freshly constructed graveyard. Naruto had to contemplate that whether he should let her know all the truth or held back the key parts. He peered over his shoulder and just like for the past thirty minutes, she is a few feet behind her. Glaring daggers at his skull as if to combust it by the sheer gesture.
He sighed for the umpteenth time, he had spotted her not so well hidden intentions to assassinate him when he sleep. For a warrior this girl is too good but as an assassin she would never hope to get a single kill, alas the target is blind. His inner monologue is lived short when he noticed the cavity in the upcoming hill and decided to halt their travel for the time being.
He deliberately used the fire stone to start the fire as he settled in the makeshift camp. While his charge remained at the entrance, he asked her to sit down but the gi-err Esdeath is anything but docile. So he picked up the canteen and chugged a greedy amount of sub-zeroed water and tossed it to the wannabe assassin to drink already disintegrating her thought of having anything mixed in the said drink.
"Dear Esdeath, Name's Naruto with no last name" As he enunciated in his regular baritone which for some reason made her tense while her eyes are transfixed to his vulpine pair of orbs. "Those people are already in the belly of Shinigami, long ago before I stumbled upon the settlement. All but one, he is a man in his fifties. He had very peculiar shade of mane just like you. He told me to deliver this to her daughter and I hazard to guess it is you."
As he handed out a letter for her courtesy of her 'father'.
By all means the message is constructed well before the petty fight he had with her. But he got to keep it genuine, or else he would lose the emotional advantage. As he rummaged his makeshift backpack and handed out the partially bloodied envelope. The blood is the finishing touch the evident its realism.
"I tried to help him but the mas is loyal to a fault and said he will stay with his kin either way." as he feigned a tinge of remorse, not an easy task for the being formed out of hatred and destruction but he pulled it off rather nicely. While waited for the person to finish of the letter.
Her trembling hands are barely holding the piece of paper, she discreetly checked for the torn lower left corner of the paper that proofed it to be a genuine as a traditional way of Partas clan to encrypt their tomes. So she unfolded is without any further ado, eager to see the final words of her father.
Esdeath,
I don't know how much time I do know that this is the end of my reign. The northern tribes just came from the across the border and started attacking us. We tried to hold 'em off but they outnumbered us exponentially.
We tried to stave off them but nothing worked eventually it's just me and handful of people are left…. but we know that it is all but a fool's errand. This is a losing battle for us Esdeath, just like I had told you before we were defeated because we weren't strong enough. This was our long awaited fate Esdeath.
Never let yourself be of the weak Esdeath. Find a purpose in your life and most important of all…. Never become the prey.
Her eyes are transfixed on the letter, she had no doubt about it this is her father's words. But the strange part is that she hadn't felt an ounce of remorse, empathy or regretted for the losses. Just the emptiness is that felt in her bosom as she felt truly lonely for the first time since her mother died.
"I won't become the prey father." 'not now, not ever but for this I need to attain the unquestionable strength.' Looking at her companion she couldn't help but smile at his kind gift while berating herself for rushing in the situation, she can already hear her father's yell for making a judgement in panic.
This also gave her a devious thought, she was to become strong then she ought to train harder than ever and this person could help her in that regards. Her lower ribs can provide a testament to this. Which are bruised in prior skirmish, thankfully they are not cracked or broken. Resolving herself to be this Naruto's apprentice she plopped down at the farther coroner of the makeshift settlement. While said person gave her the first serving of the freshly roasted meat of a puma that was unfortunate to cross their path.
In her trance like state she failed to notice the sinister smirk that had formed its way on Naruto's visage. Her father might have had the second thoughts about her daughter but he knew for sure that she is just like him. A broken mind
In his strange twisted way, he felt kinship towards her and only for this he allowed her to have a little peace of mind as his father's real words might have left her as a mess. He absentmindedly noticed the evened out breathing of his companion signifying that the girl in question has fallen asleep, still she was clutching the envelope like a lifeline.
'And another part of me wanted to witness of what this human will become of by living up to these type of crude ideal.' As he allowed himself to have some rest as well and tomorrow he may seek some other place inhabitable place, which he hoped to have some alive population.
But not before conjuring up a battalion of shadow clones to hone his skills, actually his parents' techniques while four of them acts as sentinels. Just to be safe and one remained hidden in the cave, to guard him.
'After all trust is only earned through time, sweat and blood.'
-And cut.
This is the latest mess that I had got into myself. It all had begun when I saw the whole scenario at the waterfall of truth. It was so annoying to say the least, but it sure managed to stir an idea for the upcoming story. So here it is.
Paining is undecided, even the character of Naruto is somewhat selfish and self-serving. He is a conman who will do anything to gain the desired results. Unsavoury as some people may find him but I couldn't help but wonder how a hired assassin could be anything but someone among these words. Well still considering those type of readers I had describe clearly that he is the Negative personality of Naruto containing all of his pent up personality and much more.
Esdeath is just a simple psychologically scarred girl as she hadn't obtained her imperial arm or achieved anything. She is starting it as a clean slate and I could steer her either into the revolutionary army or her former place in imperial armies after your responses.
Finally, pol for pairing is open and you can choose any girl or girls from the Akame Ga kill- anime. If you like to incorporate any Oc then pm me her detailed description or name, the show she is from. And lastly I was looking for some active beta-readers if anyone is interested then Pm me.
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