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Obito Uchiha sat, silently, upon a steampunk type statue. On its outstretched tongue. His single sharingan eye glowed menacingly from within the confine of his spiraled orange mask. His personal spy rose silently from the side of the statue. His eyes staring seemingly through Obito. "Madara..." Obito frowned to himself. That name, coming from Zetsu, was always used in irony and sarcasm. It may have been to be expected. After all, his master had created the being. "We did as was asked. Your assumption was correct. Orochimaru has attacked and killed the Yondaime Kazekage... What is the course of action that you want us to take?" Obito frowned deeper behind his mask. Orochimaru had tried to be discreet about his dealings while he created his Otogakure No Sato. But the Snake Sannin couldn't escape his eyes and ears. He knew all about the little snakes escapdes after he had betrayed Akatsuki. Obito brought his right hand up, resting his chin upon it. Zetsu waited patiently for Obito's orders as he stared out over Amegakure.

"I expected as much..." Obito spoke in his deep tone. Zetsu remained ever patient as Obito brought both of his knees up, resting his elbows on them, his arms dangling. Obito's eye swerved to stare at Zetsu from the corner of his orange mask. "Orochimaru is a snake whom has repeatedly avoided having its head cut off. He is also a snake with a vendetta. A vendetta against Konoha, and those who reside inside of it. I knew he would attack during their Chunin Exams, I just didn't know what route he would take. But when Oto and Suna began to secretly make their alliance... It gave him away. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to allow him to destroy the village. Allow him burn it to the ground. He would fail either way, but there would be many casualties. We can not afford for one of the casualties to be one of the many Jinchuriki that will be attending. I thought ahead, and had Pein send a few teams of Ame Ninja to Konoha." Zetsu remained silent for a moment as Obito's eye returned to stare out over the drizzling village.

"And just what are a few teams of untrained Genin good for? Now, now, Madara should have our undivided trust in any matter. He has our trust, but what good are genin? Maybe they're sacrifices for the Jincuriki! You're a moron! A sword can tear through two people at once!" Obito's right hand twitched as his eye narrowed in annoyance.

"That's enough! It's not the team themselves that will make any difference! No, it's the people I sent disguised as their senseis. Akatsuki members, unknown enough, as of yet, to fly under the radar. Konan is there. kakuzu is there. Hidan is there. Deidara, while more well known right now, is there. But, above all, he is there." The White portion of Zetu's body widened his eye as the black side made a disgruntled noise.

"Him? That makes a little more sense! Shut up! Are you sure about this Madara? If he encounters the right people, he may become enraged. Nonsense! He of all people has patience! Have you not seen how short that boy's fuse can be!?" Their constant rambling brought a dark, grim, smile to Obito's face.

"I've never been more sure. Not only will he be able to keeep any important pawns from dying, he can gather data on the attending Jinchuriki. Trust me, there will be no shortage of Jinchuriki in that village this year. And if any one confronts him, especially that meddling snake, he can eradicate them." Zetsu made no further comments as he sat, watching Obito. The man sat in silence before he waved his hand. "Dismissed." Zetsu nodded slowly as he melded back into the wall once again leaving Obito alone. His dark smile remained on his face as he thought about whom the two had been speaking of.

He had been born sixteen years prior, on October 10th. His parents had been the Yondaime Hokage Minato Namikaze, and his wife Kushina Uzumaki. Along with the boy himself the two had birthed a second child that day. A daughter. Obito himself didn't quite remember her name. That day sixteen years ago, Obito had attacked the Yondaime Hokage's wife as she gave birth. He had been under orders from his master Madara Uchiha whom, by that time, was far too withered for battle. He had carried out the plan without any hitches. Easily being able to release the demon from it then Jinchuriki, Kushina, Obito had taken control of it with his remaining Sharingan eye and had turned it on the village. Whilst controlling the demon he had attacked his former Sensei, Minato. Admittedly he had become stronger than the Hokage, but he had underestimated him. The blond man had been able to land a Rasengan on him before severing his connection with the Kyubi. It hadn't stopped the Kyubi from continuing to attack, enraged by Obito's trickery, as the Uchiha fled the battlefield. Minato had thus did what he assumed to be the best possible scenario. He began the Sealing Ceremony, to keep the beast out of Obito's grip once more.

He himself hadn't completed the ritual, however. The aging Sandaime Hokage had been the one to do so. If Obito remembered correctly, the village had held a massive burial ceremony in his honor. Obito's eye twitched ever so slightly as he returned to his original train of thought. As the sealing process began, the purer side of the Kyuubi had been sealed inside of the girl. However, the evil and sinister side had been sealed in the boy, Naruto. Their status as Jinchuriki had been announced to their village. The girl had been worshipped as their savior, holding the purer side of the Kyubi. But the boy was hated immediately. After all, a baby with pure evil sealed inside of him was pure evil himself... Right? The girl grew up, pampered by the entire village. Including her parents. Naruto had been condemned to hell. He was beaten and tortured by his village. His parents paid much less attention to him than their daughter. They tried to make time for him, but their thoughts always seemed to fall on the girl. It broke the boy's heart as he often found himself 'accidently' locked out of his house. Forced to live on the streets. A very rare known thing about Jinchuriki: As they are beaten and tortured and dealt a horrible hand in life, their negative motions manifest into a dark entity of itself within their souls. Naruto had been no different. He had crafted his own Yami Naruto inside of himself.

Time passed by slowly for the boy. Or so he was told by Zetsu, whom spied on the condemned blond. And then, the single action that had been on of Konoha's worst mistakes. Danzo, hoping to get his hooks into at least one of the Yondaime's Jinchuriki children, framed the boy for murder. It was truly unfathomable. The boy had been five, and had never truly showed a violent streak. Nevertheless, Minato had held no choice but to prosecute his own son as a felon before the 'Grand Council', which consisted of the Hokage his advisors and Shinobi clan heads. He had immediately proclaimed his son's innocence and rebutted Danzo's attempt at claiming Naruto. So another verdict had been made for the boy's punishment. He had been condemned to a fate worse than his village. Condemned to Hozukijo, the Blood Prison. Danzo had even pushed the Yondaime beyond his limits, basically putting him in a position where he was forced to seal a Mokuton cage made by an Anbu. Minato watched as Naruto was carried off. He had, ultimately breaking his son.

Upon arrival at the Blood Prison, Naruto had went through standard procedures. That included Mui's speech of how worthless the thoughts of escape were. However, upon seeing the child in his prison, something had changed. If Obito's assumptions were correct, the man had seen Naruto as a reincarnation of sorts. Of his own son whom he had lost a short time before, through means unknown to Obito. He had taken the boy as his own. The blond had always been seen beside the man's side. It was also during this time, however, that Naruto merged with his Yami Self. Another little known fact about Jinchuriki: when a demon is split and sealed into two containers, those two pieces regrow. For instance, if the Shukaku were sealed into two Jincuriki, the two would regenerate until there would be two Shukakus. So, the Yondaime's daughter for instance. Considering she had the purer side of the Kyuubi, it would regenerate using her negative emotions.

However, due to the fact that Naruto merged with the darkness inside of himself, the Kyubi regenerating inside of him had only negative emotions to go on. No pure emotions. As such, it had regenerated into a Kyubi of pure evil. A Yami Kyubi. Obito, nor Madara, could have never fathomed the idea. Upon this, the boy had foresaken his birth name and christened himself Menma. And so, the boy grew in the Blood Prison under Mui's tutelage. The Yami Kyubi inside of him had some interesting effects on the boy's body as he became older. Those changes had included the creation of a new Kekkei genkai. And then Madara's time came to an end. It made Obito realize something crucial. If he were to die through some cause, there would be no one to complete the Eye Of The Moon Plan. No one to carry on Madara's and his Legacy. He needed a heir. Immediately he had set out to find himself one. And it wasn't long before Zetsu had reported his findings of the now former blond Jinchuriki. Obito had looked into the event, studied his and Madara's research endlessly. And, as it seemed, if both had regenerated as normal, either Kyubi would have been unseful to the Eye Of The Moon plan. However, only a Biju with its Pure and Evil counterparts would be eligible for the plan. Menma's Yami Kyubi was insufficient.

Obito had quickly traveled to the blood prison, and whisked the boy away. The man, Mui, hadn't been too keen on letting his child figure leave. It hadn't been anything that Obito's Sharingan couldn't handle, however. And so, Obito took over the boy's training. Admittedly, he had been well along from Mui's own. But Obito had added on top of all of that. With Madara's training methods, and Obito's own. The boy had grown exponentially in his skills. Obito's reverie was broken ever so slightly as he heard the clacking of Ninja sandals. He didn't need to even look up to know who exactly it was. One of Nagato's paths. Yahiko's body if he was to guess correctly. Nagato had immediately formed a bond with the boy whom named himself Menma. Both members of the Uzumaki clan, the red head had taken the boy under his wing just as well as Obito had. And then, Itachi had come along, after slaughtering his clan. By this time, Menma was around the age of eight.

Itachi had taken to the boy just as well. Obito swore he had created a bond to Menma similar to that of brothers. Madara's heir was sure it was Itachi's way of filling the void left behind by Sasuke. The fact that he would never be allowed to bond with his brother. Menma had become his replacement, of sorts. No one could ever truly replace Sasuke in his brother's eyes. Not permanently. But for the time, Menma was. And Itachi had, just like Mui, Obito and Pein, trained him. As he grew under the three men's supervision he mastered their teachings. And as he mastered he mastered their teachings, he also mastered his connection with, what he labled, his Kuro Kyubi. To the point that he could summon the demon as if it were a summoning contract. It was a truly inspiring sight for someone of Obiro's mind set.

Obito released a sighing sound from behind his mask as he stood to his feet, his right eye passing over the body Nagato had sent to see for him. As expected it was Yahiko's body. The man's purple eyes watched him intently for a moment as Obito came to stand next to him. With a dismissive wave of his hand, Obito disappeared in the Vortex of his Kamui. Pein stood alone before walking forwards, taking residence in the spot the man he knew as Madara had been sitting in. His Rinnegan eyes took in his village as his rain began pouring much harsher, taking in all of those within. There was no doubt in Pein's mind what the masked man had been thinking so intently on. Menma. Nagato had attached himself to the boy quickly. He taught him his dream of peace, though Menma had stated that the scum of humanity deserved no such thing. It hadn't stopped the man though as he trained Menma with his paths. The boy was special. There was no doubt about that. He was positive he far exceeded any of his fellow Jinchuriki. He could only hope he didn't become a complete pawn in Madara's plan.

Hidan walked, silently, with his Akatsuki comrades, surrounded by a bunch of annoying, "Snot nosed, ugly, bastardized, Kami Fucking, Punk Ass Brats!" So the man wasn't so silent. The group was used to him voicing his vulgar opinions. To his right, kakuzu glared menacingly at the group of genin they had surrounding him. "Hey, Kakuzu! You remember this shit being in our job description!?" Kakuzu made no verbal reply, but let a natural response of shaking his head slip. On his right, Deidara walked in a rather foul mood. The mouths on his hands chewed angrily on clay, ever so often dropping a piece off which would explode sometime after they had escaped its perimeter. Deidara never once looking innocent about it. Konan stared at the three men, letting them know she had just about had it with their and the kids attitude.

Of course, the teams that Pein, the god of Ame, had chosen to go to Konoha ran around their 'senseis'. They laughed loudly, and boasted how they would rank up. Konan took this time to observe the Akatsuki members. Hidan's hair was slicked back as normal. Instead of wearing a normal shinobi attire, he had simply replaced his Akatsuki cloak with a black, red lined cloak. His Jashin necklace shone brightly in the sun as his Akatsuki ring free fingers played with the handle of his scythe. Kakuzu had simply discarded his Akatsuki robe and ring. Deidara wore a V-neck, sleeveless, midriff shirt with mesh armour underneath it along with pants, stirrups, and sandals. Konan herself kept her eye shadow and labret piercing. Otherwise she wore a revealing navy blue robe, with a large hemline on the front, and exposed her arms, her back, the lateral part of her breast, and her belly, with her navel being surrounded by four more piercings. Instead of the standard sandals and leg-warmers, she wore a pair of blue pants that also functioned as her shoes, with white high heels, inverting Akatsuki's standard colour scheme. Her amber eyes fell on her final Akatsuki comrade. Menma.

The sixteen year old's once blond hair had become black as he became evil, and he wore it in a long and shaggy-looking style, similar to his father's. On his cheeks he held darker and more feral-looking whisker marks than his sister's, and dark circles under his eyes. He also did not have the Eight Trigram Seal on his abdomen, as his sister was reported to have. On his face, he wore a white kitsune mask. The rest of his outfit consisted of a dark blue-grey robe with grey lining and a fur collar, and a tattered grey-blue cape emblazoned with his own personal emblem: a mandala comprised of nine reddish-brown circles of varying sizes atop a larger green-grey circle. Beneath all of this he was known to wear no shirt, fingerless opera-length black gloves wrapped in studded red-brown leather straps, baggy black pants, and red-brown sandals. Attached firmly across his back was a sword. The sword was about 84 cm long, shaped like a calamus, fashioned in a white metallic color, and was very well maintained.

Menma walked at a slower pace than his comrades, normally behind them. His sandals clacked ever so slightly as the eyes behind his mask no doubt searched all of the scenery surrounding them. Konan fell behind her other three Akatsuki comrades, two of which had sparked an argument between themselves. As she fell in step with Menma, she took in Deidara's features as he watched Hidan and Kakuzu shout at each other. The bluenette swore the blond and the two fighting thrived on the chaos of their partner. Glancing away from the three men and the genin surrounding them, her amber eyes once again took in Menma's figure. "You've been trailing behind us this entire time. Why?" Menma continued to walk in silence for a moment before his masked face turned to her.

"Why not?" He questioned in his raspy like voice. The blue haired woman narrowed her eyes at Menma, who turned hos attention back to the road in front of himself. "Because, is I had been traveling with you four, I would have been swarmed by those Genin. I don't like Genin. They're loud, and obnoxious. They get in the way of everything and are hardly ever of any use to us. Besides, if I had been walking up there," At this point, Menma returned his gaze to Konan, "then I wouldn't have enjoyed the view from back here." Konan chuckled at the teen's words. She had become used to his straight forward flirting style. According to 'Pein', the Kuro Kyubi had changed everything about what Menma would have, and ultimately what his sister had, become.

"Really? Perhaps I'll remember that on the way back to Ame." Menma made a noise from behind his mask before the clacking of ninja sandals halted their entire group of Shinobi. Konan's head snapped forwards as she dropped into a Taijutsu stance, whilst Menma slowly turned his head to stare at the two Konoha Ninja that had dropped down in front of them. The two of them grinned in the direction of the large group of Ame, and Akatsuki, shinobi. "Here for the Chunin Exams?" One of the two questioned as Konan dropped her stance, her eyes taking in the large gates of Konoha that they had apparently been nearing. Hidan nodded, his nostril flared from his argument with Kakuzu. "Kinda figured with that amount of Genin. Surprised they haven't drove you crazy, actually. Anyways, you'll need to check in through the Hokage's office. You'll be presented your visitor's passes. Other than that, and the common sense laws, enjoy your stay!" With that, the two began to turn, one pausing to glance at Menma's mask with a strange expression, before they both disappeared in a plume of smoke. Menma said nothing as he moved forwards, pushing past two of the Ame Genin, whom made indignant cries as they were shoved aside. Konan and the other members of Akatsuki followed suit as they left 'their genin teams' behind to run after them.

Minato Namikaze smiled brightly at the amount of Amegakure Ninja in front of him. Ver since Hanzo had mysteriously died, the village had been inactive. It was a sight to see so many of the appear out of no where. "Wow, you may be one of the largest groups to come see me at one time. Tell me, how is things over in Ame?" The five 'senseis' remained quite as Minato chuckled. "No that's okay. I get it! Want to keep things under wraps? Show your power with the genin during the exams?" Hidan made a snorting sound as he turned his back to the Hokage.

"These brats? Their greatest technique is screaming your fucking ears off!" Minato's smile dropped at the man's words. So the people before him weren't the best of teachers.

"Maybe so, but there's potential in everybody! Anyway, I know you're all ready to get out of my office. Here are your passes. Please follow regulation and our laws. Enjoy your stay in Konohagakure No Sato!" Deidara made a muffled noise as he grabbed the passes, shuffling from the room with two of the males and their Genin. Admittedly, Minato had immediately known who he was. A missing shinobi from Iwagakure. But it wasn't unusual for shinobi to take asylum in different villages. Therefore, it was none of Minato's concern. His eyebrow raised in curiosity however as his eyes landed on Menma's figure. "There's something familiar about you... Have we met before?" The black haired teen's eyes narrowed dangerously behind his mask.

"No. I'm afraid you haven't met me." Minato stared at the person before him before he smiled brightly with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Sorry, I guess you just have a familiar aura to me! Maybe it's your hair? Who knows. You should catch up to your comrades. Enjoy your stays." The black haired sixteen year old and Konan, who had remained unspoken up until this point, nodded in response as they turned to leave the room. Minato called out one final time. "Hey, I never did catch your name?" The Kitsune mask tilted over the boy's shoulder as he glared from its eyeholes.

"Menma. My name is Menma." Minato nodded as the dark haired person left his office, slamming his door in the process. His eyes dropped and his smile dropped as he reached into his desk drawer, producing a picture. It was the family picture he had of his entire family. News of Naruto's disappearance from the Blood Prison had reached him some years ago. He had been so close to getting rid of his verdict. It had broken the Hokage's heart. The child he had neglected, the child he had let slip through his fingers, was gone. He had searched high and low for his carbon copy but he was just gone. Just like Minato's opportunity to make everything up to him. And to hear a name, even similar to Naruto's, was like a knife to the heart for Minato.

Kushina sighed as she scowered the village for her daughter. The red head was always distraught over her daughter during times like this, when there were so many different shinobi within their village. Her eyes glanced to the Hokage Monument where her husband's face sat, impassive. It made her stop and stare at it, wondering if that was what her lost son would have looked like. It took will power for her not to imagine whisker marks on the stone face. Shaking her head wildly, she spun and stalked away muttering angrily to herself.

Menma stopped walking as a multitude of eyes fell upon. He had split away from his comrades and their annoying tag alongs, and had walked head first into a group of Konoha and Suna shinobi. They were, in there minds, in a tense situation as one of the Suna ninja held onto the collar of a small child. A blond girl stood firmly beside him across from the pink haired and blond haired girls that sat in their own group of small children. Menma's fingers twitched as he stared at the blond, dressed in an orange version of Kushina Uzumaki's shinobi gear. He would know that face everywhere. Sitting in a tree off to the side of everyone else was a red haired boy, and a black haired boy. And, unbeknownst to the rest besides Menma, on top of a building overlooking the entire scenario was a group of Kumo shinobi.

The small boy released a wine as he struggled to get himself out of the Suna shinobi's grasp. "Let him go!" the blond cried as their attention who returned to the boy. Prior to this event the black haired boy, Sasuke Uchiha, had appeared in the tree and sent a pebble at the boy's hand. It had freed the small boy, Konohamaru, for a moment. The Suna Ninja, Kankuro, had immediately caught ahold of the boy's collar. "Unless you want to cause an international crisis! How would it look for Suna Shinobi to be attacking the grandson of the Sandaime Hokage?" The purple war painted shinobi released a grunt of surprise. His eyes shot to the red head in the tree before he released the boy. His left hand rose and rubbed his throat tenderly for a moment as the boy hid behind the two Konoha girls. Menma watched this scene indifferently for a moment before he began walking forwards. The sudden clacking of his sandals caused Kankuro to jump in surprise.

"What? You want to cause trouble too!? Come on big shot!" The boy's gloved hand reached over his shoulder to a mummified like object on his back. Menma quit walking for a moment as he thought. The boy was obviously trying to save face for someone. But for who, well that was anyone's guess. And the object on his back was no doubt a puppet. Menma knew plenty of things about puppets through Akasuna No Sasori. The Suna shinobi didn't realize just how much danger he was in.

"If you want to die, be my guest." Kankuro released a grunt of shock as he stepped back. Menma began walking forwards again, his eyes briefly meeting catlike ones on the rooftop overhead. "But your siblings aren't going to be too fond of having to drag your carcass back to Sunagakure No Sato." Kankuro's eyes widened as his head shot to Gaara. How did the man know they were siblings? The red head's eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at the passing Shinobi.

'Who... is he?'

'Stay away! Don't encounter him!'

'Mother? What's wrong? Why are you afraid of this petty human?'

'Do not question me! If you want to live, stay away from the monster! To think, a Yami Biju would actually come into existence...'

'Mother?'

'Silence! Don't you feel the malovent chakra rolling off of him!? He will murder you! Stay away from him! Get away as soon as you can!'

'Yes mother...'

The blond girl from Konoha broke away from her small group as the Uchiha came to stand beside of her. "Hey, you! How long have you been watching us? You could have helped out you know!?" Menma never stopped his slow pace as he began nearing one of the many fenced corners of Konoha. "Hey! The least you can do is tell me your name! Hey! Are you listening to me!? I'm Natsumi Namikaze, daughter of the Yondaime Hokage! Don't ignore me you asshole!"

"Natsumi!" The familiar voice cause the blond haired girl to jump back in fear as the Suna sibling disappeared upon Gaara's signal. As Menma reached the corner, the red headed form of Kushina ran into him. Her body crashed to the ground as the black haired teenager towered above her. She shivered as she felt the malovent chakra roll off of the boy. 'It's just like the Kyuubi's! But... worse!'

"This village continues to taunt and annoy me. Watch where you're going. You never know when you'll run into a shinobi prepared to run you through with his sword." To emphasize his point, he raised his right hand to toy with the hilt for a moment. "And tell your daughter to hold her tongue. Next time I might be tempted to just cut it out." With that Menma rounded the corner, leaving a shocked group of Konoha Shinobi. It was unheard for anyone to talk to the Hokage's wife in such a manner. Kushina's eyes grew angry as he hair began to seemingly levitate around her. Natsumi stumbled backwards in fear.

Anko Mitarashi sat inside of her favorite Dango restaurant, chatting excitedly with her closest friend, Kurenai Yuhi. Many strange shinobi from the four corners of the world surrounded them. So, for the most part, their attention had remained on their food and conversation. That came to an end as the black haired figure wearing the Anbu like Kitsune mask entered the building. He looked around the room staring though the people that had halted to watch him. There was just something about him that seemed to put people off ease. He seemed to find who he was looking for as he found a seat next to a blue haired woman wearing an origami flower and Ame headband. Her amber eyes darted to him as she opened her mouth. Anko couldn't hear what she was saying, but she was obviously in a conversation with the figure. With a sigh Anko returned her attention back to her dango.

"I've run into all of my clansmen in this village. I'm not amused." Konan chuckled at Menma as he motioned as waitress away in a less than polite manner. "Who knows, maybe I'll run into my godfather next? Maybe we can signal Akatsuki and just have a full reunion that ends in everyone's ultimate death?" A smirk remained on the bluenette woman's face as she placed a hand on her irate comrades shoulder.

"I understand how angry you are, to see them, and in this village of all places. But we have our objective. And as much as you may hate it, one of the people you hate? You have to protect them for the plan." Menma released a deep growling nose from behind his mask as he clenched his right fist.

"Hidan can protect that girl. If I can help it, I'll keep my distance until it's time to drag her out of hiding." Konan smiled grimly. It was known that the Kuro Kyubi had some odd effect on Menma in the presence of Jinchuriki. He despised them, more than he did the entire village of Konoha. He said he could feel there Biju, hated knowing that there were others like him. Konan knew he had no reservations about sacrificing them for Madara's plans, or anoyone's plans for that matter. Lowering her hand from his shoulder, Konan placed her right hand over Menma's left.

"Why don't we call this a date? Forget our 'genin', and all of the nuisances you apparently have running around?" Menma remained quite for a moment before he allowed a chuckle to escape through his mask.

"I knew I'd grow on you eventually." Konan released another chuckle. Being as he was, and what he held, one would expect Menma to have no interest in the opposite sex. But he could surprise people with certain emotions. It was just another of the quirks about him.

"Where are those two!?" Hidan snarled, enraged. Kakuzu rolled his eyes in annoyance as the white haired man grabbed one of the kids by their collars, slinging them into the wall. "I swear to Jashin, if they don't get here soon I'll fucking rip these kids' hearts out and laugh as I watch the life fade from their little bastard eyes!" Kakuzu would never admit out loud that he ever agreed with his ignorant partner. But after Konan and Menma had disappeared, the little obnoxious Genin had turned into human demons. They just never shut up. Kakuzu released a sound of annoyance as he sat against one of the room's walls, thinking of Menma. The boy had been about eleven when Kakuzu had first met him. He hadn't been too fond of the black haired boy at first, but he grew on him. Kakuzu had even found himself teaching the boy, though he knew he wasn't the only Akatsuki member to do so. The ancient shinobi's nostrils flared in anger as an Ame headband slammed into the side of his face.

'It's too bad I have to kill him over these brats...'

Menma walked alone once again. He had stayed in the Dango building a few minutes after his conversation with Konan, but had decided not to remain. His dark eyes watched every single person that passed him with caution. He knew this village better than anyone. Their ugly skeletons they hid from the rest of the world. It was one of the reasons he had made Madara believe he was fully on board with the Eye of The Moon plan. Or, the man whom had tried to make Menma believe he was Madara. The black haired teen was just too smart to fall for that. And too smart to believe in the ravings of a mad man. A world where everything was perfect for everyone, and the ruler of that world was a single man? It wasn't a world that Menma planned to live in. No, he planned to kill the Jinchuriki, and send their Biju away. He would destroy the mad man's ignorant plan, and if he rebutted against Menma, the man himself. The man hiding behind Madara's name had made a pact with the devil upon taking Menma from the Blood Prison. He had dealt himself a dead man's hand.

Menma quit walking as a white haired man slammed into him. The man dropped an orange book to the ground, sighing in disappointment. "I'm sorry about that. I was just geeting to the best part and wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The man bent down and picked up his book as his only visible eye turned into a u shape. "Kakashi Hatake at your service." Menma's fingers twitched before his right hand clenched into a fist. Kakashi Hatake, The Copy Cat Ninja, also Konoha's former Inu Anbu. Menma's hand unclenched as he waved the man away. Kakashi's eye narrowed as the Kitsune mask wearer began to walk past him. "Now, that's not nice. I was polite enough to apologize, and offer you my name. The least you could do before leaving is tell me your own." Menma stopped and paused for a moment as he looked at Kakashi over his shoulder. Menma remember Kakashi well. It had been he that had told the black haired boy he didn't believe he was cut out to be a shinobi. That had been a couple of weeks before 'Naruto's' incarceration in Blood Prison.

"You bumped into me while reading a book. Therefore there is no reason for me to apologize to you. As for my name, well... I don't think you need to know that right now, Kakashi Hatake. But if you're curious enough... go ask your Hokage. He knows. I'm sure he'd readily give you foreign information. After all, that's how this village operates, right?" Kakashi narrowed his eye at the blatant disrespect of his Kage and former sensei. "And one more thing before I go. I've already told one of your Kunoichi... Watch where you're going. Spread the word to your comrades. Next time... I'm not going to miss." Kakashi's eye widened considerably as Menma walked away. His gloved hand found the Kunai the black haired teen had buried in his flak jacket, inches away from running him through. Glancing at the stranger's back for a moment, Kakashi threw the kunai to the ground as he disappeared in a plume of smoke. It exploded a moment later, unseen by anyone.

"I'm sorry Kakashi, I just can't give that type of information out to just anyone!" Minato sighed tiredly as he placed his elbows on his desk, his head in his hands. Kakashi stood in front of him, his hands placed on the Hokage's wooden desk. Removing his hands, Kakashi ran one through his hair before releasing a sigh.

"He almost ran me through with a Kunai!"

"I understand that Kakashi. But you have to be careful during the Chunin Exams. People have been killed here for less!"

"You don't understand Minato-Sensei! There's something off about that person. I could feel the dark energy rolling off of him! And... I felt like he was familiar... Like I knew him. Like he was someone I should remember, but can't." Minato frowned deeply.

"You too, huh?"

"Excuse me, Minato-Sama?" Kakashi returned, confused.

"His name is Menma, from what he told me. I felt like I should know him too when I met him. So did Kushina, when she ran into him by accident and he basically threatened to run her through with a sword. Natsumi was there. She said she felt something coming off of him. Like it was pure evil." Minato lowered his head for a moment, staring at his wooden desk for a moment before he lifted his head to stare intently into Kakashi's eye. "Find out everything you can about him. Ask Ame ninja, ask any foreign ninja. Covertly follow him if you can. I don't like this Kakashi. Not one bit. Something's going to happen during these exams. I can feel it. Now if he's involved or not, that remains to be seen. But it's better safe than sorry." Kakashi nodded in affirmative as he gave the blond man a brief salute.

"Hai Hokage-Sama!" With that Kakashi disappeared leaving Minato alone. He turned around in his chair, glaring out over his village.

"So... Who are you really, Menma?"

A sound genin released a pitiful scream as a chain ripped through him. The area he was in, in Konoha's forest, was littered with the dead bodies of Oto and Suna genin and Jonin. The metalic scent of blood filled the air as their attacker, a man masked in an Anbu like Kitsune mask, flew from the air, a chain connected to a Kunai flying from each of his sleeves, impaling two more victims. He quickly recalled the weapons before swing them in a dangerous arch, removing one unfortunate boy's head from his shoulders. The chains disappeared into his sleeves as another Suna shinobi descended from the tree. "Heavenly Prison Fire Sword!" Flames rippled in the air around the masked figure's hand as flames turned into the visage of a sword. As the Suna Shinobi landed on the ground the flame blade ripped through him, before it was ripped out. Four other shinobi immediately met the same fate as he had before their bodies combusted into flames. Their screams echoed over the forest as the figure's sword vanished from existence.

Turning his head, the figure glared at the single remaining Oto Ninja from behind his Kitsune mask. Reaching over his shoulder the figure, Menma, removed his sword from its resting place. He stalked forwards as he began to remove his white mask. "Now, you're going to tell me everything that I want to know. Or else you will understand true pain." As Menma's mask fell away, he raised his sword in a slashing angle. Then, his eyes bled red.

End Of Chapter

So, for an image of the sword you might can find it on google. But I'm not gonna say the name, because that's giving away a soon to be plot point. Also, tell me if I should insert any personalities from Road to Ninja. I really enjoyed them. Especially Hinata's. Funny to see the quite finger pressing girl threaten to kill Sakura. Also, there are no pairings at the current time.