First Installment Scattered: The Prologue; The Demon of Swords; A Newcomer, and a New Story

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In a place where there was light but no light source stood to figures. A pool was in between them, and was shining a luminous purple, occasionally flashing an image of events that had, will, and are happening. It was clear that the two figures had been fighting.

"Look at the state of the world!" A man's voice spoke. "Do you see how they've ruined everything we tried to set up?"

"…"

"How can you sit there and let them do this to everything we've tried to accomplish? The wars, the battles, the deaths of innocents! I can't sit by and let them spit on everything we've done. I can't let them desecrate the holy art."

"…"

"If you will do nothing, I will. It's about time we rectify their mistakes," The man's voice steeled, "maybe mother was right."

"That's enough." Another voice spoke, this one vibrating with power. "We shall do no such thing. Mother was wrong and you know it. To even suggest that solution is ludicrous at best." The voice reprimanded, the other man showing just a tiny bit of guilt in his pupil-less eyes. "What we do is watch over the world, and if it gets to that point, we use that method."

The man visibly paled, "You can't be serious, and we don't even know if that'll work." The man began to rant. "And even if it did work, there is no way to tell what'll be the end result. By the time it's done there will be nothing left of us!"

The voice raised its hand. "Regardless of the consequences, this is the only solution that we have. Unless there is another that you know of." The voice's eyebrow went up.

"… But if we carry out through with this. If we do this. There will be nothing left of you." The man's voice quivered. "The world needs you. I'm expendable-"

"Don't. Don't you dare say that, and do not forget that if we go through with this we will both disappear. And as I mentioned earlier, there is not another option. This is the endgame. If we don't solve this, there will be nothing left."

The voice and the man turned back to the pool, full of images flashing by, events that have not, and yet are, occurring. The pool's images flashing, until they stop on a scene with a blonde and a ravenette. Both men standing next to each other, and they had their hands around each other's shoulders. Then it flashes to them facing each other, and then to an image where the ravenette has his hand through the blonde's chest.

"…"

"… That was our last chance." The man spoke.

"Indra won. Now we have no choice." The voice spoke. "Summon the Demon."

"Yes… It is done." The man spoke. As he spoke, the unknown light source seemed to dim, and a stifling pressure that was known to kill lesser humans, filled the room.

"Hello, it has been a long time since we last saw each other. To what do I owe the pleasure?" A new voice spoke, sounding vaguely masculine, and seeming to emanate from nowhere.

"It seems that you were right. So we agree to your terms. We are to send you to your beloved, your chosen, we are going to send you; however, he will be your host." The voice spoke.

"… So, you've realized that finally, things will not change unless they are shown their faults. I wonder why you've chosen him. After all, last we spoke, you didn't exactly like me." The newcomer spoke. "And if I recall correctly, that method will kill you both, especially at your current strength."

"Yes," the voice said, "it will kill us. However, it is our duty to do something to change this timeline while we have the chance. You will behave yourself, if not because of us, then because of your chosen. After all, you can finally get to know him, and he will be your only link. If he dies, you die, because he will be your host. Also, you will be one of his fully trusted people, I suggest you not make light of that. This will require your best everything."

"Do you think I don't know that? What you should be more worried about, is if your sons will stand for this. This will be the most taxing thing you've ever done in your life, and the question is if you're ready to commit." The demon said, "Unless, you've got a way to distract them. Then the fight alone will level the surrounding area. "

"I have an idea." The man spoke up, "Since we can choose when. Let's do it when they are in the midst of storing their power. This leaves us with the birth of your chosen. The main problem is maybe he won't be able to handle the strain, especially because his chakra coils will be still developing."

"He will live. Do not worry about that. There is a reason I chose him."

"Okay now that we've figured it out. It's about time we go through with this." The voice spoke, "So from this point on, we head to the event of his birth, and we begin the ritual. The worst that could happen is either of my sons showing up."

"If it is decided, I will send us there." The man spoke as.

They faded from view, as if they hadn't been there at all.

The two figures and the presence appeared in a village, surrounded by trees. The village was bustling with people, and the roofs full of figures jumping from roof to roof. The only indication in that they had appeared to the people, was a slight chill in everyone who felt the presence of the demon.

The two figures began to walk though the town. The peculiar thing however was that whenever people got near, they appeared to walk around them, and the one rare occasion that a person didn't, he walked straight through them. As he walked away you could hear him muttering about cold spots and could be seen visibly shivering.

The two figures kept walking, until they reached a house that seemed distinguished between the two. Inside screaming could be heard, and the frantic scrambling of another. The two figures walked through the door, and straight into the room that the screaming could be heard in. Inside there was a woman with vibrant red hair in the process of birth, and a blonde man running around in circles. However when the two figures walked into the room and the presence of the demon was in the room, the woman stopped yelling and froze and the blonde had an odd shaped kunai in his hand.

The blonde slowly and methodically searched the room with practiced ease. However, nothing appeared. That didn't put him at ease; after all he was a trained warrior.

The woman, had stopped yelling, yet she was still valiantly pushing. The odd part is that she looked the stronger one even with the predicament she was in. When the man looked once more in the room, he saw a distortion near the room. In the split second he realized he was already throwing kunai. Yet when they reached the distortion the kunai diverted, and the figure began to take a shape. It shaped into a man with white hair, and white eyes. His skin was pale, but the oddest part was his horns. He had horns growing out of his head. His swords were standing out on his person; a katana and a wakizashi.

The blonde and the crimson haired woman stared at him. Until the man bowed, and he spoke, "Hello, I'm sorry to come in at such an important time. However, we have an important thing to tell you, and an offer."

The blonde stared at him skeptically, however, the more he stared at him, the more he began to feel as though he should know this man. He just settled for raising an eye brow and saying, "We?"

The air next to the white haired man shimmered, and another man slowly appeared next to him. He had red hair, a little color in his skin, and horns to match the other. However, the shocking thing was that the man had familiar purple eyes that were ringed. Then in a second he realized who these two were.

"You are dead, and so is he." The blonde man said. His wife glanced at him, and the two men nodded.

"We have come to solve a mistake that should have been fixed long ago." The white haired man spoke, "I believe introductions are in order." The blonde nodded. "My name is Hamura Otosutsuki, and this man," he said pointing to the red haired man, "is Hagoromo Otosutsuki."

The blonde nodded, whilst the red haired woman stared at them in surprise, awe, and then gained a worried one, all in the space of a few seconds. The blonde just responded in kind. "My name is Minato Namikaze and that there is my wife Kushina Uzumaki. Now that that is out of the way, why is the sage of six paths, and his brother doing here, and not in the afterlife?"

"You see, we, and another have broken the rules and quite possibly the fabric of reality, to see your son." Hamura said.

"My… My son… Why?" Minato shocked voice questioned.

"You see, your son was destined to die here, and now." Hamura started.

"However, we have seen the future, and we can't let it happen. So we've decided that we are going to alter it. Your son was supposed to die today. We are here to prevent that and give him a fighting chance." Hagoromo said. "We can't obviously tell you why, but know this: your son will become a Jinchuuriki."

The blonde ignored the part about his son dying, after all he did say they were here to save him. "A Jinchuuriki? But all the Bijuu are accounted for?"

"Almost all, even though what we are doing breaks time itself, we are going to instill the Juubi." Hagoromo said.

"T-the Juubi?" Kushina asked. 'God, could they pick a better time? I'm still in labor!'

"Yes, your son will become the ten-tails Jinchuuriki, and do not worry about him. He has agreed to this full heartedly, after all this is his chosen we're talking about." Hamura said, seeing the worry crease Minato's forehead.

"His Chosen?" a dangerous voice said from the bed, the red haired woman's hair began rising and forming tails behind her.

Hamura moved to pacify her, "He is merely the only one in the past century that the Juubi has seen fit to become his container."

Her eyebrow twitched, "His container?"

"That's not what I meant!" Hamura said.

Hagoromo sighed, "The fact is, that if we don't do this your son will die." That stopped her in her tracks.

"Do it, Do whatever you need to." The woman spoke, Minato agreeing.

"Yes well, we'll need…"

Once they were done, the woman sat in the middle of the floor, with towels and blankets supporting her, and sitting in stand by for the baby. In front of her was Minato helping her by making sure she kept breathing. She was placed in the midst of a very complex seal, and a space next to her was vacant. The seals went around her, spreading out to the walls, and the ceiling. Kushina was entering the last pushes of her labor, and the preparations were done.

"Hamura, watch for anyone approaching. They'll take notice once the Juubi manifests" said man nodded. "Minato, I'm going to need you not to move, and Kushina keep on pushing, I think I can see the head." He instructed. Then he addressed the Juubi, "Now I'm going to need you to form yourself inside the space next to Kushina."

"It will be done." It was the first time they had heard the Juubi speak, and Minato couldn't help but shiver.

In the space next to Kushina, the vague outline of a man began to take form. Hamura immediately tensed and activated his Tenseigan. The outline of the demon began to take form. He had Wolf ears and tail, looking completely solid, and a feline grace about him that just exuded control, added to his already menacing aura. His hair was lacking color entirely not any known color anyways. His tail was constantly shifting in color, and he had one silver and one golden eye, both had feline pupils and were studying Kushina.

"A good strong mother, he will grow to be great." The demon said, shocking the couple with his tenderness.

'I can only hope.' Kushina thought.

As she was nearing end of labor, the Juubi began to take another form. A wolf with the same feline grace and eyes, replaced the man from earlier. Its top half changing color, and his bottom, devoid of any color, and its eyes still the same.

Then, it all happened so fast. Hamura shot out his left hand and the very air shifted and he drew his right all in the same instance. His sword clashed with another, and slowly it began to fill in, and it was Hagoromo's son Indra. "This is not a fight you will win." Hamura said.

"It is, but you just don't know it yet uncle." Indra said. And with that Hagoromo began to make the necessary seals to begin the process.

Suddenly, Hamura dropped the dead lock and threw his wakizashi at another new comer. "Ashura." He said.

"Whoa, that would have killed me if I hadn't moved!" Ashura exclaimed.

"…" Hamura glared.

What happened next is something Minato will always remember despite the events going on. And something that had Kushina relieved.

His son was born.

What happened after that was something he couldn't have forgotten.

For a whole minute, all that happened was everyone staring at his son, as he slowly cleaned him off. Then Hagoromo finished his signs and sealed the Juubi into him.

Everyone watched as the seal took, and then the child looked around. He noticed everyone looking at him, and he giggled. That set them off. Indra and Ashura both lunged for the child, attempting to take him as their next vessel.

Another impossible happened in that moment. As the two brothers lunged, his son reached out to the dying Hagoromo, and touched his weak hand. They all watched as Hagoromo was sucked into his body, and his hair grew a little, now exhibiting a more dominant red, and sparks of yellow throughout, and gaining red ears, and a red tail.

When the brothers reached him, they both got absorbed as well. But very soon after the brothers reappeared looking very disoriented. Hamura sent the two siblings away using a technique that would keep them away for a while.

When he approached him, he did the final necessary seals, and did what most curious people would. He touched the child. And he too disappeared. The only difference this time was a streak of white appearing in the child's hair.

Minato could only watch, and Kushina was still recovering. It'd be a long while before he knew what really happened. So he chooses to ignore all of what had just happened in favor of relishing in the fact that he was a father now.

He was proud, and he had just come up with a name for his son. Kenji: the twice study.

To say he was ecstatic was an understatement, and for once, Kushina said he did well with the name. Minato was a father, it felt so surreal, and yet, so right. He didn't let his mind get clouded with the thoughts of his many enemies, and the problems they were sure to bring up. After all, this was a cause for celebration! No time to be a worry wart.

Kushina was just very tired, and not sure about how this would go, but the first look at her child made her feel that everything was worth it in the end. And she couldn't imagine living without hi-Kenji ever. And anyone who even looked at him wrong, would find out why her nick-name had changed from the red hot habenero, to the Red Death.

The child however had started to think. A very scary prospect for him only being a few minutes old, who ever heard of a baby who could do that? And no matter how disjointed they were the fact that he could even do more than feel base emotions and instinct was terrifying, potential wise. Then again maybe it was product of how many consciousnesses had been shoved into his brain.

Or maybe not.

Who knows?

A/N: First story, and all that jazz. New to this, but I do like constructive criticism. I won't post regularly, however I will attempt to. Just know that this OC's, is the only thing I own. The turns in the story are mine too, however the concept is most definitely not. I don't care about flames, if you really want to go ahead, just saying I probably won't even mention them. On that note, I will try to answer every comment. You can PM me if you have any questions, and all that good stuff.

-Rhenleore