There is only one character in my story that is original and my own. The rest of the Naruto characters I do not claim as my own.
I've purely used the characters for entertain in my fanfiction.
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Kimberlae93.

The darkness engulfed his body, wrapping around him like a slick and evil shadow, suffocating him. He was deprived of water, and ached all over from the machines that dug into his flesh, the slices raw; where the utensils cut open his young body. His face longed for the warmth of the sunlight that he knew waited for him on the outside; though the memory of its golden rays faded into the cruel darkness he unwillingly lived with. He cowered in the corner of the room, his knees pulled into his chest and his face buried into them, hiding from the destruction around him, from the dead bodies that he knew lingered in chamber he was secluded in. He was the only one alive, the only one that survived. A bright light appeared in front of his eyes, causing him to squint for focus. A pale man with long brown hair bent in front of him, and smiled wickedly at the young boy. His unnaturally long tongue snaked out from his devil mouth, licking his lips and retreated into the grin. The man screeched and the little boy cried along with him, covering his ears that began to bleed, dripping through his fingers and falling around his body.

Yamato woke in a pool of sweat, his bed sheets tangling between his legs and suffocating his body. He wrenched them from the bed and leapt to his feet, stretching his back, satisfactory popping clicking down his spine. Walking to the bathroom, he rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"These dreams are taking their toll," He murmured as he turned the cold tap and splashed the refreshing water onto his tired face. The droplets dripped from his chin and down his shirt, cooling his chest beneath from the sweat that accumulated during his dream. Yamato dragged himself from the bathroom and to the balcony, perching on the railings, looking out over the Leaf Village. The moon light up the little village, highlighting the hokages heads on the mountain side.
"Could these dreams, be collections of my past?" Yamato sighed and rested his head against the side of the house, staring up into the white moon. Yamato suppressed the memories of his childhood when he was younger, so even he didn't have much of a recollection of the events that happened. All he knew was that it was a pretty traumatic time for him, and if it weren't for the Anbu Black Ops, he wouldn't have been able to move on and cope. A chilly breeze brushed against Yamato, coating him and cooling his overheated body. A light in the distance caught Yamato's attention, the fiery glow within the forest, peeking his curiosity.
"What in the world…?" Yamato retreated from the balcony, dressing hastily in his flak jacket and khakis, securing his weapon pouch to his waist. He ran for the sliding door, and leapt from the balcony, landing gracefully on the soft grass below. Yamato kicked into a run, closing in on the red glow that lit up the middle of the forest. Within minutes, Yamato detected the source of the red light that he spotted from his balcony. He watched from a tree, using his Earth style to mould with it and remain unseen.
A woman stood in the middle of a clearing, her hands signalled and a fire burning in front of her. Her eyes were closed, and her body braced, facing into the controlled fire burning by her feet. "Fire style, fire wolf," The fire crackled and a strong breeze enhanced the intensity of it, whipping the woman's long, brown hair wildly around her. A shaped formed within the fire, and a battle cry howl echoed from the blaze. A large flame wolf stepped from the fire and stood in front of the woman, bowing majestically and obediently. The woman focused chakra in her hands and they began to glow blue. She smiled sweetly at the giant wolf and half bowed.
"Thank you for coming to me," She sliced her chakra hands through the wolfs body and sent the flames into the sky, then proceeded to wave them, as if drawing in the sky. She blew into her palms and towards the flames that danced in the air, which formed the shape of a delicate lily. The woman giggled a melodic sound that coursed through Yamato's ears, and released the fire lily, it bursting in the air and sending sparks that looked like mini fireworks, descending to the ground. The fire in front of her calmed and resumed cackling quietly, and the woman sat in front of it and sipped at her canteen.
'Fire style huh? That was some unique conjuring. Manifesting objects within her fire.' The woman rolled out a sleeping bag, and huddled inside. Yamato retreated from the forest and wandered back home, visions of what happened replaying through his head. Intrigued, Yamato intended on finding out more about this woman when the morning came. But that would have to wait as Yamato's head ached slightly from the lack of sleep. He leapt onto the balcony and settled within the sheets of his bed once more. His head hit the soft and fluffy pillows, and within moments Yamato fell into a dreamless sleep.

Yamato rolled over and squinted his eyes from the sunlight that blinded him through his door.
"Gah!" Yamato squealed, very unmanly like, and scrambled towards the other side of his bed. A blue and white toned slug slid across his pillow and inched closer to Yamato.
"Oh Katsuya, you frightened me,"
"The Hokage has asked for you,"
"Okay, I'll be there. Next time, try not to sneak up on me okay?"
"Apologizes, Yamato," The slug slithered from Yamato's bed and exited through the cracked door.
"Ugh, what a wakeup call," Yamato showered quickly and dressed in his navy uniform, attaching his weapon pouch and securing his headwear before heading to the Hokages office.
The walk was brisk, as he passed through the middle of the markets, eying the different goods the townspeople shared with the rest of the village. A shop which held a variety fresh produce had a particular customer that caught Yamato's eye. A young woman, with long brown hair that was now securely bound in a ponytail, sunk her teeth into a fresh, ruby red apple. Her crystal blue eyes smiled kindly at the older woman running the stall, and she walked to the next, looking through a collection of jewellery. She wore a pair of mid-length shorts and a bright red Japanese styled top that had golden embroidery stitched in delicate patterns. . She was beautiful without a doubt, but something about her itched at Yamato, like something under his skin, something that he couldn't reach. Her eyes locked briefly with his and confusion crossed her features momentarily, replaced by a gentle smile, before walking to another store. Yamato shook his head and continued to the Hokages office, her bright blue eyes burning into his memory.

Lady Tsunade called to the soft knock at the door, inviting Yamato into her office. Tsunade lifted her head and greeted him, and immediately announced her orders.
"Tenzo, you're going on a mission that I think you'll have particular interest in,"
"My lady?" Yamato looked at the Hokage quizzically and glanced at Shizune briefly, waiting for an explanation.
"An old hide out of Orochimaru's has been discovered, and our information states that it seems to be one of his original ones. Tenzo…" Tsunade stood and walked in front of her desk, leaning against it casually and looking him in the eye. 'Like a Band-Aid' she thought to herself.
"There is evidence of previous experimentation that took place there. This could very well be where you were rescued from," Yamato's eyes widened briefly at the news.