King of the Deck: Chapter One
It was a dark night, no moon in the sky, as footsteps echoed down an alleyway down the rougher streets of town, solitary and alone. The soles of worn stained sandals slapped against the red dusty earth as sniffles where muffled and tears fell, leaving round tracks in the ground. He didn't understand why he was crying. What had happened wasn't that unusual, happened on a daily basis, but today the pain throbbed in his chest like an old wound. He bit his lip to stop from crying as he wiped his runny nose and tearing eyes with slightly grimy fists, smearing some dirt on his unusual scars.
-Flashback-
Uzumaki Naruto was in a good mood today as he walked confidently down the road to the Academy, for once cheerfully ignoring the slight glares and whispers that followed him around like a plague daily.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, he'd managed to find the last cup of noodles for a decent breakfast this morning, and today was the day he was surely going to pass the exams. Sure he'd taken them once last year, only a few months after joining at age 6 but the first disastrous attempt could only be because he hadn't learned all the skills yet.
Now he was all ready…well studying the night before could have been useful…maybe actually practicing the clone jutsu would have been nice, but no matter, he was Uzumaki Naruto! He'd kick this test's ass to hell and when everyone realized that he graduated above everyone else and become Hokage, everyone would totally respect him and Sakura would just have to go out with him for some ramen. On that cheerful note, with a dopey grin, the blonde walked a little faster, a little more of a bounce to his step.
-Afterwards-
His bright sunshine smile had faded now, to a annoyed and disappointed scowl as the teacher, Uruchi? Usumi? Utane? Whatever, announced quite happily with an extra edge to his voice,
"Uzumaki Naruto, that was the most abysmal performance I've ever seen in all my days here at the Academy. I have no idea why I wasted my time for some ninja-wanna-be who can't spell shuriken correctly, let alone graduate to be a genin at age 7. Please do yourself a favor and come back when you actually have the brains."
His eyebrows furrowed together as he angrily kicked at the poor innocent rock that had been in his way. Like he cared what that old asshole thought. One day, when he was Hokage, he'd be sure to demote Urumi-no-baka back to a genin. No, he corrected himself with a malicious grin, an Academy student. Oh he'd need a bag of popcorn to eat when he'd announced that to that know-it-all pompous jerk!
Grinning at the thought, his deep blue eyes caught sight of something that made his unpleasant thoughts disappear in an instant. Bright pink hair glimmered in the setting sunlight with grass-green eyes sparkling as his dear Sakura-chan talked to one of her friends next to her. He sighed and contented himself with merely staring at her pretty face. Sure her forehead was a bit on the large side, but Naruto couldn't help but love it anyway. It was Sakura-chan, the smartest, prettiest, and sweetest girl in the whole Academy. How couldn't he?
As her friends started to leave, Naruto decided that today was the day. He might have failed the genin test twice, but if he could go out with Sakura-chan on one single date, he'd be content. Shuffling awkwardly over, he dared to flash his biggest brightest grin and dust some of the dirt off his bright orange jumpsuit and straightened his green goggles over his startlingly blond uneven hair. One of Sakura-chan's friends, a blonde girl with blue eyes and a purple dress, he really couldn't remember the name right now, stayed behind, but he really couldn't care. It was his chance! She wouldn't spoil the romantic mood! Taking a deep breath of courage, Naruto dove in,
"Um, Hi Sakura-chan," he said as cheerfully, and unfortunately loudly, as he could.
His resolve dimmed a little as her pretty green eyes narrowed as soon as she saw him and wrinkled appeared on her large but beautiful forehead, but he continued,
"Um, Sakura-chan? You know, you're the prettiest girl in the Academy and um, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for ramen today with me." He finished, mentally applauding himself for sounding so suave and romantic. Sakura-chan would HAVE to go on a date with him now.
"Ooo, Forehead-girl! The idiot dead-last wants to have a date with you," sneered the blonde girl, her blue eyes taunting Naruto with childish malice, "Guess cause you got an idiot for a boyfriend, I can have Sasuke-kun all to myself."
"Shut-up Ino-pig!" retorted Sakura, her pretty face screwed up into a picture of annoyance as she jabbed a hard finger into his chest, "Listen here Naruto! You've been asking for these dumb dates since we were six and how many times do I have to spell it out for you? You're an idiot who can't even make a bunshin! Why would I want some dumb dead-last when I can have Sasuke-kun, who so much more handsome and smarter than you?"
"But…but Sakura-chan…I mean, Sasuke's just a pretty-boy show off who comes from a big-shot clan. He doesn't do anything except brood like an emo in class. You can't really like him, can you?"
Sakura's eyes narrowed even more as she finally smacked him over the head.
"Oowwww!!!" shouted Naruto as he rubbed the sore part of his skull, gazing at Sakura with hurt eyes.
"Don't say anything bad about Sasuke-kun! He's ten times better than you'll ever be! I'm never gonna date a loser like you so get over it you idiot!"
Sniffing, she turned her back sharply, her bright pink hair he'd admired so much slapping him in the face as the love of his life strode off, her friend teasing her mercilessly about how she always got the morons.
He'd been rejected before, but today, of all days, Naruto felt the odd clenching of his heart grow even sharper. It only grew worse as he looked up to see the Uchiha himself, gazing at him with blank black eyes. Giving him a haughty look, the pale boy stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned his back on him, the red and white fan glaring proudly from the back of his shirt.
Without knowing why, Naruto lost it as the first warm salty tear made its way down his face. Still rubbing the sore spot on his sunshine-yellow head, Naruto started to cry.
-End Flashback-
Pouty lips trembled as he tried as best as he could to withhold the racking sobs that just tumbled out. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd been rejected before. He'd failed the genin test before. He'd been ignored and humiliated before. So why was he crying? Without watching where he was going, he accidently bumped into a man, falling down and scraping his knees. Ignoring the sharp pain, he turned and was greeted with a grimy looking man with foul smelling breath, unfocused crazy eyes staring right at him.
"Oh," he snarled, "so the little demon-brat thinks he can strut down the street doing whatever he wants, can he?"
Naruto stared back with a confused look on his dirt-streaked face. Demon-brat? He'd been called that so many times before; he'd heard the whispers of shop-keepers and parents, but he'd never understood the meaning. Demon? He wasn't a demon.
"Aah, Mister, I'm sorry," stuttered Naruto rubbing his forehead and inspecting his cut knees when he was abrupt grabbed by the front of his T-shirt.
"You think this is funny demon? You think that you can walk down these streets like you own this village just because our fool of a Hokage is too lenient toward a foul thing like you?" yelled the man, his breath reeking of what Naruto now recognized as alcohol. Naruto shook his head frantically, tugging at the man's steel like fingers until he suddenly felt a heavy blow on the side of his head. Blackness tinging the edge of his vision, Naruto was suddenly very aware of the warm liquid dripping down the side of his head.
He could smell the metallic tinge coupling with a small of alcohol, and the pain so intense he stopped struggling. It wasn't until he could see the bright crimson liquid dripping onto the man's arm when he started to scream.
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Kuabara Takashiro had a small self-satisfied smile as the demon-brat began to scream, its blue eyes fixated on the sight of its own blood. However, the satisfaction faded and left him only with a longing to inflict more pain on the thing that had ruined his life, the abomination that had taken his wife, his two children, his brother, and his mother away from him, leaving him in the pathetic state he was in now.
The Kyuubi had also crushed his home, leaving him to support himself meagerly and in an almost state of ruin. He'd taken the drinking himself into oblivion, to forget his sorrow, and had been forcing himself home from the bar again, but low and behold, Fate had smiled upon him. "But now," he thought, shaking himself out of his musing, "It's time for revenge." Dragging the squirming screaming creature into a darker alley, Takashiro allowed himself to gloat a little. He was the first one to actually lay a blow on the demon the resided in Konoha, all the others had been detained by the Hokage, who'd been deceived by the human guise that it had donned to fool some poor citizens on Konoha.
But as it had grown, Takashiro knew that there were no more guards surrounding it, and today, when there were barely any people about, was the time to strike. He grew tired of the demon's screaming and gave it another sharp punch in the mouth. Its wound on its head, courtesy of the sake bottle he'd planned to consume at home, was still freely flowing droplets of its filthy blood onto his arm as was the new one on its lip.
Dropping it onto the floor, Takashiro kicked and punched at the demon for all he was worth, his blood singing with adrenaline, revenge was sweet.
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Naruto couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't breathe as he continued to sob and scream. The rain of punches and kicks on his body made him nearly chock on his own screams. The pain was incredible as the blackness that had tinged his sight now threatened to overtake him. His shouts did nothing to stop this man as he only paused to call him more names.
Demon. Murderer. Killer. Fox. Kyuubi.
He didn't understand what was going on, why this was happening, only that he'd never felt such an intense pain before. The blows on his body suddenly felt distant, like stinging aching wounds as the darkness finally over took him, his vision blurring and fading until, right before he blacked out, he caught sight of something.
Something red, huge, and bright against the darkness.
A…fox?
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Takashiro was having the time of his life as the sick satisfaction of getting his revenge made him grin madly in delight. Of course the demon had gone quiet after about a minute, so it wasn't as amusing as he finally stopped. Kicking the body a last time for good measure, Takashiro turned, intent on celebrating at home for his accomplishment, when a nerve-wrenching gravelly voice rumbled behind him, "Did you have fun, human?"
Turning around slowly, Takashiro stared in horror as the body of the demon, still bruised and bleeding profusely rose slowly, malicious red energy surrounding it as blood red eyes gazed at him. He couldn't move. The red eyes were those of an animal, the pupils shaped into slits and hungry for the exact revenge he'd taken. As the demon took a step forward, still dripping droplets of blood, Taka scrabbled backward, his face white as a sheet.
The demon smirked, morphing the child face it used as a mask into a crazy grin. Raising a hand, its fingernails grew and sharpened into claws, claws of a beast that suddenly slashed down. Takashiro closed his eyes, his body refusing to move in fear, but the blow never came. Instead he heard a sharp thud as something fell to the ground. Hesitantly opening his eyes, he saw the body of the demon on the ground, all traces of the weird red energy gone and slumped over as if in death, and a hooded man standing over its body.
Sighing in relief that he wasn't going to die tonight, Takashiro opened his mouth to thank the man but suddenly fell into darkness at the sharp prick at the back of his neck, his closing eyes still looking at the hooded man over the body of the demon.
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-Hokage's Office
"And you're sure there were no witnesses to this?" asked the Hokage sternly as he gazed upward to the man in front of him. His face was obscured by the long, large, forest green clock, but the good height and sturdy stature only confirmed the thought that this man was not one who'd tolerate bullshit.
"A boy is nearly beaten to death and only just manages to fight off his attacker and all you're worried about is anyone saw this?" asked the hooded figure in disgusted disbelief. His voice was hoarse and rather gravely, sharp like little stones pelting against glass or as if he had a horrible sore throat. The Hokage's lined face twitched at the accusation as he stared back with slow smoldering brown eyes.
"You know very well that Naruto's slight peace will be jeopardized if anyone saw even a clue that Kyuubi had taken over. Do not ever accusing me of not caring for the boy."
"And yet," interrupted the hooded figure, his voice slightly mocking now, still as rough as stone, "You claim his small peace is living in a shoddy dump of an apartment with meager electricity and heat, eating the bare minimum of a boy his age, being humiliated by his teachers and peers, and getting attacked in alleyways? Or has Konoha changed since I've left it, Hokage-sama?"
Sarutobi's eyebrow twitched at the mocking lecture, but he made no move to defend himself against the accusations. He did the best he could with Naruto, but his influence could only go so far.
Showing blatant favoritism to the village scapegoat could very well jeopardize the fragile peace he had with his former teammates and present advisors as well as the rest of the council. Disrupting this peace would only make life for Naruto harder.
"Naruto is a strong boy," retorted Sarutobi, "He's just like his father. Since the villagers are forbidden by law to mention the Kyuubi, I can only hope that Naruto can have some semblance of a normal life. Not everyone has to run from their problems like you."
His oak desk shook as a black gloved fist smashed into it and the hooded figure growled.
"That boy, no matter who is goddamn father is, is a seven year old child Sarutobi-sama. That blonde baka had a easy life compared to his son, so your comparison in strength is meaningless. And you're stupid law withholding the Kyuubi will only cause him to wonder why everyone hates his guts until it rears up and bites his head off. Do you think you're boy strong enough to handle that information at once, perhaps when his life is on the line?"
Sarutobi opened his motuh to answer but was swiftly cut off again.
"He'll snap. And when he does, you sure as goddamn well now that that's when Kyuubi will take its chance and take over. You're leading him to the slaughter. And all because you wanted him live in Konoha and truly be Minato's son."
The last two words were bitten off with a sour note, making Sarutobi smile bitterly. The grudge still held, even after a good 30 years. In front of him was a shining example of the fruit of favoritism among teammates. All because of his mistakes and those who made the same because of him.
Sighing, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in weariness. There had been too many in his lifetimes, mistakes that had gotten people killed, scarred them for life, or just default into enemy hands. Perhaps, it was time to finally go against Minato's request.
The silence between the two was broken abruptly as a slow shy knocking sounded. The door opened to reveal a doctor, female and middle-aged, leading in a small boy with only a few bandages around his sunshine yellow hair.
"Ah yes, Yamada Mitsuru, may I ask why you and young Naruto are here?" asked the Hokage in the most pleasant voice he could muster at the current time, his amber eyes gazing at the doctor and winking slightly to the whiskered boy.
"Hokage-sama, I must admit that this has never been seen before in my career," answered Mitsuru, her voice full of astonishment, but no resentment as she looked over the file in her hand,
"Only moments after Naruto-kun was brought to the hospital, his cuts started to heal immediately with almost no scarring. His bruises receded after a few hours and his bones realigned themselves and actually sewed right up like magic. The only thing that still needs treatment is the largest wound on the side of his head, which might leave some scarring, but left no brain damage. Naruto-kun complains of headaches and soreness, but all in all his body is all healed. I can only prescribe that he eat more…he's rather underweight for his age."
The Hokage again sighed as the hooded man grunted in small satisfaction. It was true that though Naruto was golden tanned and chubby-cheeked, his body under the baggy orange monstrosity was bird thin and looked brittle enough to break. He was also shorter than those of his own age and his energy could only be credited to his hyperactive enthusiasm, which left him rather exhausted afterwards.
"Thank you Mitsuru-san, you may leave. Naruto-kun, would you mind staying here with me for a few minutes?" asked the Hokage as he looked up again, his mind now ready for another bout of stress.
Naruto nodded, wincing slightly at the movement of his head, and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, gazing warily at the stranger in the corner while the doctor bowed and left, closing the door with a soft click.
"I really can't help but say I told you so," said the hooded figure, breaking the silence, "but I told you so."
Sarutobi ignored the childish outburst from the hooded man and gave Naruto a kind smile, widening it after the boy relaxed, gingerly prodding the wound on the side of his head, still giving the other man short glances.
"Naruto-kun, I've heard from Yamada-san that your wounds are healing up just fine, but are you ok?" asked Sarutobi, his brown eyes searching the boy, painfully noticing the bones on his wrist and collar jabbing out in sharp angles.
Naruto started, but hesitated, as if scared, but eventully summed up his resolve and responded in a much more subdued version of his usual cheery yell,
"Yea Old Man, I'm great 'cept my head's still hurts a little bit. But, um, I kinda gotta question that I wanted to ask you…"
He against glanced at the hooded stranger shortly with bright blue eyes, but decided to continue again.
"Well…see when that guy was beating me up and stuff, he called me all these names like demon-brat and fox. I know I kinda do stuff to people with my pranks, but I mean, I don't think I'm anything like a fox…so I was wondering if you knew anything Old Man?"
The Hokage stiffened and flinched out of reflex at the names Naruto had been called. Of course he'd be confused, he'd probably never been called those things in his life until now. He cursed the drunkard in his mind, but took slight pleasure at the fact that Ibiki was taking his sweet time with the man.
How was he supposed to get over this hurdle without telling the boy staring at him with hopeful blue eyes.
The hooded man gave a sarcastic snort, jumping the elder man out of his thoughts and replied,
"He called you those things because he's a moron who can't see past what happened a long time ago."
Ignoring the Hokage's sharp cutting stare, Naruto cocked his head in confusion. He'd never seen this man before in Konoha. Granted, disliked as he was, he had a hobby of spying on people, pretending to be a super-cool ninja. And he was a hundred percent sure he'd never seen this sneaky looking guy anywhere.
"Wha…?" started Naruto but the Sandaime abruptly cut him off, "No, Naruto, he means absolutely nothing."
"Oh yea, it means absolutely nothing that he doesn't know the reason why everyone in the village frickin hates his guts, yea no big deal," snorted the hooded figure, crossing his arms over his chest in a confident position.
"You have no right to tell him…."
"I have EVERY right to tell him, you're the one who's been keeping him caged up here."
"It was Minato's last request for Naruto to stay in the village and…"
"I don't care if it was Kami's last will, the kid oughta know if he's even gonna stay here."
"No, don't!"
The hooded figure sweeped around, his green cloak floating around him dramatically as his gaze fell onto the utterly confused whiskered boy, staring at the fighting adults with a frightened look. He'd never seen the Old Man this mad before. He didn't even know what's going on.
"Listen Uzumaki Naruto, I know you're not stupid to see there's a reason why everyone talks behind your back and all that crap. Now listen carefully cause I'm only going to say this once, seven years ago on the day you were born, the Kyuubi no Yoko attacked Konoha and as a last resort, your father, the Yondaime, sacrificed his life to seal it inside you,"
The silence after that long statement was thick as concrete.
The Sandaime sat in frozen terror and outrage. He'd ruined everything! Naruto wasn't supposed to know about his heritage as well as the Kyuubi until he was at least genin or maybe even chunin!
Sarutobi knew very well that this information could very well affect the rest of Naruto's life and the hooded man in front of him had recklessly opened a tsunami of trouble. His mild headache was now the largest migraine in the world.
The hooded man stared from inside his clock with serious eyes at the boy in front of him. He wasn't a fool like the old man to his right. He knew that in order for the brat to get stronger, he had to understand why he wasn't like others and why he would never be treated with proper respect.
Keeping this information from him would keep him the low-minded idiot he was now and waiting until he was comfortable in that mindset to spring this information on him would explode in his face.
Naruto sat in silence, his blue eyes staring at the green carpeting on the floor, his brain racing a mile a minute, a small thin hand over his belly. He'd noticed something on his stomach before when he'd tried to do the exercises the teachers at the Academy had assigned him. He'd failed miserably, but seen the sun like swirl on his stomach, like a tattoo which disappeared when he let his chakra lose. The Old Man had dismissed it, but it made sense now.
Why everyone whispered behind his back and glared at him, raising prices in stores and not letting their kids play with them. Why the teachers at the Academy sneered at him and why that man had beaten him up while calling him a demon.
A demon.
Naruto clenched his head with bony hands as his body shook. He could hear the distant voice of the Hokage, but all he could focus on was the whirlpool of thoughts rushing through his head. He had the Nine-Tailed Fox inside him.
Inside his body, sealed away by his father. Didn't that make him one, a demon? Was everything that that man said true?
Demon. Murderer. Killer. Fox. Kyuubi. Kyuubi. KYUUBI NO YOKO.
The blonde boy's entire body convulsed as he retched onto the ground, the bitter bile only reassuring him that he was not dreaming. This wasn't a nightmare. He had a demon inside him. He was a demon. He was the demon that had attacked on his birthday seven years ago. His father had made him a demon and died, leaving him alone in the village. Making a demon live among humans and pretending to be one of them.
He looked at his hands, studying each bony finger with crazed interest. These hands could have killed the man beating him, the Kyuubi could have used them to kill.
Kill.
He'd killed so many years ago and that was why everyone hated him, why he couldn't graduate, why Sakura-chan hated him, why he didn't have a family.
Because his father made him a demon.
His frantic crazed musing was suddenly cut short as he felt a sharp blow to the head. Shouting in pain, Naruto grabbed his head and felt warm liquid coming down the side of his head again. Blood.
Looking up, he saw the hooded man, green hood fallen back behind his shoulders. Thick brown hair was cut cleanly, revealing a tanned face, but a few strands rebelled and fell across an intelligent looking forehead. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome: skin was stretched tightly over fine angular bones and a sharp jaw and chin.
His ears were slightly large, making him look rather sly and a bit lopsided with a sharp slightly pointed nose and a thin chapped mouth. However, his looks were cut through with a vicious slash mark that trailed from his forehead across his nose and right cheek and ended jaggedly down to the hollow of his collar bone.
The scar was jagged, whiter, and prominent; slashing his features like his face had been cleaved in two. Now that he was right in front of him, Naruto found he was not that tall, but tall enough and not skinny but…he searched for the right word from his limited vocabulary…lean? Yes, lean, that would have to do.
"So you're a sissy, just like you're idiot of a father are you?" said the man harshly, his thin curved eyebrows furrowed together as he gave a disgusted grimance, as if the thought of his father left a bitter tang in his mouth,
"So the whole village doesn't like you, so you're going to pity yourself a demon and gonna hate the world and Kami for what they've done to you, like a pu…..chicken?"
He'd stopped himself from using a more colorful and vile language from a sharp icy glare from the elderly man. He was already on thin ice here with the Hokage; it wouldn't do to make things worse. One wrong step and his head could be cut cleanly from his shoulders.
Naruto stared at him with blank eyes, his equally blank mind giving one sentence of thought, "Who is this man and is he frickin insane?"
Grabbing the boy's thin shoulders roughly, the man dragged him to the wall where the pictures of the four Hokages where hung. Pointing at the last picture of a man with golden spiky locks perhaps even blonder than his and bluer eyes as well, the man said sharply,
"You're father was a bastard, I'm gonna admit that. But at least he wasn't someone who sit down and cry feeling sorry for himself if the whole world was against him. If he could do that, if he could frickin die so that you and this whole stupid village could be saved, who are you to feel sorry for yourself?"
"A demon," said Naruto plainly, his mind having fully accepted the fact, but his facial expression turned to that of shock as he was once more shaken roughly by the shoulders.
"Oh don't flatter yourself you little midget. There are much worse people who have the privilege of calling themselves demons. You don't have the right with that small runty thing you call a body."
It was now that Naruto natural attitude came back as he scowled and replied, "I am not a runt!"
"Yea sure, and the Hokage doesn't read porn."
Sarutobi, who'd been watching gravely up until now, sputtered indignantly.
After a few minutes of bantering back and forth, a hesitant smile came across Naruto's face and a soft nervous laugh came as the battle of wits with this unknown man pushed his depression away. Only when they were both out of breath did reality come back.
That was when Uzumaki Naruto began to sob. Like a baby, like a child, like the orphan who'd found out the reason why no one would ever truly like him, respect him like he wished for with all his might.
The rough man he'd been fighting pulled him into an awkward hug, patting his sunshine yellow hair as the boy sobbed for what he'd lost and learned, ignoring the blood staining his clock a dull brown. Thankfully, the bleeding had stemmed and stopped.
The older man at the desk stood back and said nothing. It had been the truth, better to have told it now than later. Another mistake of his own. He only felt a tinge of jealousy that it was that man whom Naruto was clinging to with a feverous need. A man who deserved it more than an old fool.
When the sobbing receded and the blonde child wiped away snot and tears, the scarred man gazed at him with sharp narrow eyes, which Naruto now could see were a light brown and keen as a knife, but held an emotion that he felt the man wasn't very comfortable with showing. And yet he did, for him…
"My name is Shindo Tomoaki," said the man, seriously, bluntly, truthfully, "Your dad was my teammate. I've come to take you away from Konoha."
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Whew….ok so I'm done with the first chapter!!! Ah I'm happy. It was a frickin 10 pages on Word single spaced so I think I can afford to be a little proud of myself. So, even though I've been familiar with for a while, this is the first story I'm putting up after a few months of thought. Naruto is the manga I know best so I hope I did a good job hehehe. So a few bits of info:
Naruto is 7 years old, therefore he's been in the Academy for two years in my own portrayal. He started early at age 5, but only because he kinda begged his way in with Old Man Sarutobi ahaha. He begged to take the test early, but of course, he didn't know enough and failed miserably. He has not and probably will never meet Iruka. This is really sad but I need to take Naruto out of the village for him to develop into the character I plan him to be
Tomoaki is my Oc and sorry if he kinda barged in there out of nowhere. He's not super-powerful just because he's the Yondaime's teammate. I mean, he's really above average…My Naruto doesn't need an all-powerful sensei, just someone to knock sense into him once in a while. But I still love Tomo, as you will see later. There will also be two or maybe three other Ocs, but Naruto's still the main dude. I swear I'll try not to make them Mary-Sues or Gary-Stu's but yea…
Ok warning ya'll out there, THERE WILL PROBABLY BE YAOI IN THIS FANFIC. Naruto will probably be gay though not sure yet and one of my Ocs will probably be gay too. I personally think that the shinobi in the Naruto world would be in contact with death so much that they wouldn't care bout sexual orientation. The leading idea for Naruto is Sasuke, but there are too many SasuNaru or NaruSasu or what not so I'm going to try to avoid it. But as the story progresses, if anyone has any suggestions, that'd be nice. No flames if he is gay though.
Ok, really sorry this is so long but I don't wanna type all this stuff later. I'd really like it if people reviewed cause I wanna know what I want to change and improve. I wanna go into the writing career so any advice would be most appreciated. I have a pretty tough skin to insults, but just not flames ok?
Ok…so I'm done. Hope you like this first chapter and again sorry for the long author note. Review please! Oh, and I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! I wish…Ciao!