Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto. Just my OC's.
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The night the Nine Tailed Fox attacked the village hidden in the leafs was a night that all shinobi of the village wanted to forget.
The pools of blood, the piercing screams of ninjas as they fell to the hands of the demon, the strong heart-breaking sobs of the children whose parents passed away moments ago. The state of chaos and panic the village was in. The running back and forth, grabbing the young and the old, trying to save their life from the hands of death. Some failing and others prevailing. Ninjas everywhere, hidden in the trees of the thick forest or running in and out of the village. Drawing out kunais and trying their hardest to keep their life intact. It was one the most scariest and traumatizing things anybody could witness, young or old, innocent or not. It still leaves some screaming in their beds when their nightmares take them back to that night where the Nine Tails took everything away from them. Their peace, happiness, and their sense of security. It took things that could never be returned, especially something very dear to them, well not something, more of someone.
The Yondaime Hokage, better known as the Konoha's Yellow Flash.
The impeccable, marvelous, extraordinary, conspicuous 4th Hokage died that night at the hand of that ghastly demon. Sacrificing himself and his wife for the sake and well-being of the village. Some never really knew why he had to 'go' or what he really did that night. All they knew was he got rid of the demon and saved them all, but what they didn't know was that their hero left an heir. An heir that the never world never knew. An heir that was also right under their nose, an heir that you would never expect.
Uzumaki Naruto.
The son of they highly esteemed 4th Hokage, Namikaze Minato and fierce kuniochi Uzumaki Kushina. Even though the 4th's reign wasn't extremely long, he still managed to leave a huge impact on Konoha. Sadly he wasn't around long enough to raise his son and help him grow up to the man he could have been. But we all know the incomplete story of the Jinchuuriki of the Nine-Tails, Uzumaki Naruto, the strong-willed and forever determined boy, even if he is a Jinchuuriki of one of the most strongest beast known to man. We all know he will do something great, that he will become something greater and he will be acknowledged by all. No matter what is thrown his way, he always seems to get back up. Because we all know that..
He is strong.
But we will soon know that...
She is not.
Yes, she. A girl, well babe at this time. She is not strong, and will never be. Why? Because no one knows she exist. She has no one to become strong for. 'Why can't she become strong for herself?' you may ask, well here is a reason, if she did that her gaining any strength could only be done in vain. What could she use it for? The power she could come to acquire, it would render useless. No one would want to seek help from the likes of her. She is known as what you may call scum. A lowlife. At least that was what she was raised to think and believe. She must think that she is worthless, she must think that she is useless. She must think her exist in this world is meaningless and that she will suffer the same fate of any other human being who walks this Earth without leaving a mark, she will whisk away like the wind. One day here, another day gone.
She is always told 'a civilian wasn't made to fight, they were made to hide in the shadows, in the background.' They are of no name, no face, not of any importance. She was taught to think that and now she believes that.
But she never knew what secret her life held, what mission she would soon have to face. She never knew that along with Naruto she would play a key part in the 4th Great Shinobi War.
She never knew what was inside of her.
She never knew that she was a Jinchuuriki.
She holds something others don't, she is apart of plan that no one wants to be apart of.
Naruto is the key to peace.
She is the key to destruction.
She will break and destroy the Shinobi World along with Obito and Madara.
Crushing it right under their feet.
She will be the cause of the deaths of millions.
She must be.
She has to be.
She will be the weapon that kills us all.
For that was to be her fate, her destiny ever since
The night the Nine Tails attacked.
This is her story...
In the outskirts of Konoha a man was reading to his six month year old daughter. He was reading a simple tale, but also a tale read and loved by all. A tale that told of peace and fortune in the hate-filled shinobi world they lived in today. A tale that always put her to sleep the fastest. He smiled as he saw the drool materialize out of her slightly open cherry pink lips. She always had a habit of drooling while she slept, but it was a sign to him that she was fast asleep. He embed her in a snow-white cotton quilt as she slept to keep her warm and away from the October chill that would sometimes permeate the house when that stubborn window wouldn't shut properly. He let her wooden cradle rock back and forth a bit to keep her in her peaceful slumber, it always seemed to keep her sleeping for a while and tonight was no different. He walked away from the cradle and went to go shut off the rest of lights in the little house they lived in.
The house was pretty small and was built only for one, but he managed to fit two in. The house only consisted of one floor, there was also only one sleeping room and one bathroom. Of course the sleeping room was shared by the man and his young daughter. There was one long hall and at the end of the hall was where the room laid. The room held the cradle which the young babe was sleeping in now. It also held the bed which the young man would rest in. There was a white dresser with an attached mirror to it and there were two night stands positioned neatly at each side of the bed. One night stand held a picture of a beautiful woman. Her hair was cut short, her hair reached mid way of her neck. There were two long pieces of her hair framing her delicate face, the picture wasn't in color so you couldn't tell the color of her hair, but you knew it was dark. Her expression was calm and peaceful and her eyes definitely showed it. The color of her orbs were hard to depict, they seemed to be light and dark at the same time, but the emotion was obvious, happy. Her skin seemed smooth and tanned and her smile was radiant.
The woman in the picture was truly beautiful.
The kitchen area was medium-size, not too big and not overly small. It held a simply stove, a small white fridge, and lastly a mini wooden table where the meals were served. The 'living' area was not too far from the kitchen only a few feet away. There was only a few chairs, cushions and that stubborn window that never truly shut. In addition, there was a wooden table if company ever came by. But that never happened.
For the house was hidden. You would have to go through many complex labyrinths to reach the home. Turn after turn, twist after twist, bush after bush. The trail to the house seemed never-ending and unreachable, so even if someone tried to find the home they could never reach it. But that didn't faze the man, he liked being alone with only his daughter. He didn't need or want the disturbance the outside world brought.
The house was itself was decorated with Japanese style. The decor was influenced by traditional Japanese style/culture and everything about it just screamed tradition. The white walls, the bamboo plants, the shoji doors and the many works of Japanese art. There was nothing really amazing about the house though. Even though the house was small and there was nothing really special about it, it was loved by both occupants and they honestly couldn't ask for more.
The man turned off the remaining two lights that were still left on in the petite house, once doing so he made his way back to the room where his daughter slept. But he was stopped by the blood-curdling shrieks that slithered through the stubborn window, which rang through the entire house. The sound made him visibly tense. 'What is going out there?' he thought to himself as he tried to gain his former composure. He could tell the screams were distant and nowhere near his home, even though they still rang clear, it meant him and his daughter were safe. But it frightened him to know that something was going on in Konohagaukure. There was no doubt in his mind that something bad was happening, he had never ever heard such a sound before in his home. It scared him to the bone and deep down he wanted help, I mean who wants to leave someone suffering? But in the end he decided to ignore it, there was nothing he could do. He wasn't as strong and as he use to be, he was weak now and only prove to be a nuisance if he went off and helped. And plus Konoha nins are amazing nins, they can handle anything They all have the will of fire burning passionately within in them. They can do anything.
They will be just fine.
He continued to walk to his room with a diminishing re-assured mindset, and a slower pace now than before, listening to the screams of the ninja who were seconds away from dying. But as he was walking he heard it.
The roar heard all around the ninja world.
The roar pf the beast that haunted this man day and night
The roar of Nine-Tails.
"...N-nine-Tails?" he mumbled to himself, his voice shaking.
The Nine-Tails?! How could it be?! The monster was sealed off years ago in a young kuniochi! There is no way it could be out! Not now, not after every thing they went through to protect her! Who released the demon? Please Kami tell me I'm dreaming, there is no way this could be happening. But the screams and sounds are all too real. Oh Ten-..
He heard his daughter ear-deafening cry which caused him to snap out of his deep thoughts.
"Oh no!" he mumbled again, soon his was in a full out sprint down the hallway into his shared room with his daughter. Sweat beaded his forehead as ran, anxiety filled his body, starting from the pit of stomach and soon spreading all over his body. With the anxiety fueling him, he increased his speed with each step he took. As he ran it seemed the hall became longer, increasing the distance making the room farther away, almost unreachable. He heard his daughter cry again, louder than before, bringing more anxiety and pain to the man than before. The distance seemed to be increasing underneath his feet, farther away the door would go, leaving his plan fruitless. He knew his mind was playing tricks on him, but it felt as if he would never get there in time to save his daughter. He brought his arm forward, a last attempt to catch the door before it became too far to think about.
He grab the handle just as the door seemed to go into a deep dark hole of the never to bee seen again. His fingers firmly grasping the handle he slid the door opened in one fierce movement.
"Akia-chan!" the man called out to his young daughter.
The young babe sat up in her cradle, the amount of tears spilling from her eyes resembled a sparkling waterfall. When she met eyes with her father she stopped crying, but she kept whimpering, her bottom cherry pink lip in a pout. Her big doe eyes sent a silent message that read
'Dada! Save me!'
His heart stopped the moment he saw her. His young, very young daughter sat in cradle while being slowly, painfully engulfed in orange-reddish demonic chakra. The amount of chakra that seemed to be emanating from his daughter was unbelievable. It also sent a major a killer intent throughout the room. That seemed to frighten his daughter more than anything else for the killer intent didn't belong to her. The chakra signature was strong, stronger than any mere shinobi could ever posses. It was a chakra signature that belonged only to the Kyuubi or the Nine-Tails. He looked at his daughter with sad eyes. 'This was never suppose to happen! What am I suppose to do?!' He ran over to his daughter. Seeing her father come to her, she held her chubby arms out, wanting her father to hold her, embrace her in his warmth.
She needed him now, more than ever.
Tears formed in the young man's eyes when he saw that. He wanted to pick her up oh so bad, but he didn't know if that was safe.
"Akia-chan, I'm sorry!" the man pleaded with her. "Da-da-dada!" she cried. Her arms still outstretched for him, she didn't care if she was being selfish she wanted him to hold her. He looked at her with pained eyes. He didn't care if he got hurt on not, she needed him now to be there and he was going to be there. 'Maybe if I get her farther away from the Kyuubi's chakra, she'll stop supplying it! Yes. We need to get far away from it' He finally he picked up his daughter and engulfed her in a needed hug.
"I still love you Akia-chan, okay?" he whispered in her ear to trying to calm her. The babe's response was positive to this. She latched on to her father and rested her head in the crook of neck, snuggling and cuddling up to him while doing so. She spoke incoherent words as she seemed to drift off into a peaceful slumber full of drool.
He decided to take few things him, if anything happened. He picked up the white blanket, the picture of the beautiful woman and a golden locket with a gold chain. He held on tightly to these things as dashed out of the house, his daughter still holding on to him.
He dashed through the trees, hopping on and off each branch that he passed. The thickness of the forest concealing them so no one would see them fleeing deeper into the forest and away from the horrific scene that was going on in Konoha.
'Watashi no tenshi. Akia watashi no ai. Forgive me.'
The young man ran faster and faster, not caring where the path he was taking led him, just as long it got him away from Konoha, from the Nine Tails. He decided to stop once he saw a clearing in the path he was taking. He jumped from one of the many branches he was on and landed with a soft thud. He looked at Akia, thinking he had woken her up and scared her, but Akia had woken up long before they reached the clearing, but she didn't make a sound, she didn't seemed any less scared than before. The demonic chakra still radiated from her though, draining her of energy.
"Akia...don't worry I'll save you" he whispered to her as he went to lean against a barren tree trunk.
He moved her from the place she was in before and sat her safely in his lap. He took the snow white blanket and carefully wrapped the blanket around her body, the chakra seemed to move at that moment allowing him to wrap her up in the warmth that the blanket brought. The moment he was done the chakra surrounded her and the blanket, giving her an orange-reddish, hellish glow.
"Oh Akia.." he whispered. He brought his lips to her forehead and gave her a sweet kiss. He then took the golden locket and locked it around his daughter's neck. Again the chakra seemed to make pass for this and let him lock the necklace around her neck. The young babe named Akia grabbed the necklace and looked down at it with a smile. She then looked up at her father with a big grin, drool emanating from her mouth again. It was her way of saying thank you, minus the drool. The young man seemed to catch on to the way she spoke and smiled back at her.
"Your welcome." He said giving her another warm embrace.
"Aww isn't that cute?"
The young man turned his head to the sound of the voice, there drawing out of the darkness was a figure dressed in a black cloak, his face was hidden in a white mask with black lines accenting it, a flame pattern, he was also wearing a hood hiding his hair and his identity. The man frowned at what he heard and saw. A man taunting him. 'Who was this man? Why is he here...is he escaping?' At least he knew it was a man, the way his voice sounded, deep and rough, hinted it was a man. He shivered involuntarily, it wasn't because of the wind, no it was because of the way this man spoke. With hatred and venom oozing from ever word he said.
"A 'hello' would be appreciated" said the masked man
The young man ignored this and just kept openly staring at him. He was trying to analyze him, figure him out. Friend or foe? Why is he here? If he is escaping, why? Did he have anything to do with the attack? Does he want to hurt Akia or me? Who is he? He was so busy trying to figure him out, he didn't hear the man's question.
"Why are you here?"
"Huh?"
"I say! Why are you here?!" shouted the masked man. The young man was a bit taken back how the tone of the man's voice changed so quickly, it was once taunting and now it was vicious.
"It doesn't matter why I'm here. Just go. I do not concern you" the young man spoke. The why he spoke commanded respect and authority.
"I would expect that from you.. Uchiha Hiroki." the masked man snarled. Hiroki couldn't see it, but the masked man sported a devilish smile underneath that mask.
"Hmph. You done?" Hiroki countered. Outside he remained calm, cool, and collective not wanting to give away anything to the man, even his discomfort. But on the inside Hiroki was sweating buckets, how did this man know him?! He detached himself from the Uchiha clan years ago the moment he saw how corrupted it was. He went to live in a rural village for Pete's sake! There was no way in hell this man could know him! He even changed his name from Hiroki to Akira just to throw people off. So how, how did he know him?
"No. I don't have time for this. I don't feel like chatting here with you either. I'm just going to get it over with. Give me your daughter! Now!" the masked man shouted, he didn't want to be here. He just came to get what he needed and this man had what he needed. So unless he wanted to die here tonight, he better hand her over now.
'Ugh, damn it! No, I promised I would keep Akia safe. You hear me Tenshi?! I'll keep her safe...but first...I need to know..who is this man?!'
Hiroki put Akia down on the soft ground, he placed the picture of the woman near her and smiled down at her. "It's going to be fine" he told her. Akia looked at him with scared eyes, her lips started trembling as if she was going to cry but she didn't. She held it in for him, for he was asking her to be strong...but she couldn't...not forever.
The masked man rolled his eyes at the scene, he had somewhere to be and this man was wasting his time. That girl was a key in his plan, and if he didn't get her well then someone was going to have to pay...with blood.
Hiroki turned back to man, his facial expression was serious, no funny business allowed. He clenched his fist and walked up to the man, closing the distance. His face showed no sign of fear as he walked. His strides just full of pride and determination, no fear. He was Uchiha Hiroki-sama, there was never any fear allowed with a name like that.
"Tell me this, who are you?" he said, his voice was clear and concise, there would be no reason to repeat himself.
"I'm Uchiha Madara"
"Madara? Hmph. Your too young to be him. But I won't question it." Hiroki said with a smirk.
"Good. I wouldn't have time to explain myself to the likes of you anyways" 'Madara' said with a chuckle.
"Thank you, I wouldn't give a fuck anyways. " Hiroki snapped
"Pretty sure you'll give a fuck when I take your daughter" 'Madara' snarled
"Yeah about that..your not taking my daughter you piece of shit" Hiroki growled.
"Ha. I guess I'll take her by force. Don't blink this will go by quick" 'Madara' taunted.
Madara sprang into action. He threw a Fuma Shurkien at Hiroki as he jumped up and landed on a branch. He watched with a creepy smile as Hiroki easily dodged his attack. He began to throw abundant amount of kunai and fuma shurkiens with great speed at Hiroki. It was literally an explosion of weapons, all directed at Hiroki. Hiroki held his composure, knowing he couldn't simply dodged the attack he created shadow clone.
"Bunshinjutsu: Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Hiroki Shunshin and stood where his clone was standing, the clone Shunshin as well and took the place of the real Hiroki without 'Madara' noticing.
"Oh Hiroki-chan" he sing-song-ed, teasing him to no end.
"Kakuremino no Jutsu!: Cloak of Invisibility Technique." without doing any hand seals the real Hiroki became invisible.
Hiroki did an advanced version of Kawarimi no Jutsu and was able to find and pin-point 'Madara's' chakra. He had switched places with a squirrel that had crawled behind 'Madara'.
"..Yes?" Hiroki said, while 'Madara' was busy entertaining himself, Hiroki found him. Hiroki with now weapons stood behind him, ready to engage in a fierce battle of taijutsu, but 'Madara' had different plans.
"Such basic level of ninjutsu...wouldn't expect that from the highly praised Hiroki-sama" Madara taunted, turning to face the man.
"Hm. I'm weak now. I haven't practiced ninjutsu in years. I'm not stupid. I know how this fight will end." Hiroki stated with a sad smile adorning his features.
"Then give up. Make it easier on the both of us" 'Madara' said.
"...No. Fire Style: Fire Ball Jutsu!" Hiroki inhaled and when he exhaled an a extreme amount of fire went straight for the masked nin. The temperature rose as the fireball sought out its prey.
"Enough! It's only been a fucking minute and I'm already..ugh never mind Lets end this" Madara said with a wicked smile under his masked, as he easily dodged the fireball with a simply side flip in the air. Everything seemed to go slow-mo as Madara formed the hand seal for the Space-Time Ninjutsu, under his mask a smirk etched his face. 'I can't believe they called him a legend, and I'm bout to get rid of him in under two minutes'
Soon a spiral of black wind encircled near Madara's hand and big guts of wind started sucking Hiroki in the growing black portal. Hiroki tried his best to keep his body planted, unmovable, but the wind was too strong. He soon felt his feet moving involuntarily, closer to the forming portal. He tried to halt them but they seemed to have possessed a mind of their own.
"Looks like our little Uchiha God was never fit to be a God! A ninja at that!" Madara cackled, as he felt Hiroki drawing closer to the portal that open the space time continuum. With this he would be able to get rid of the nuisance that is Hiroki, sadly not forever, but would give him enough time to get the girl. When he returned he would give them most painful death ever given in history of humanity. He couldn't wait to hear his screams. Only a few more inches, he was so close.
"Ugh... grrr..I wasn't expecting this. I-I failed as a father, I'm sorry Akia. I'm sorry tenshi. I'm so sorry. But please Akia know this, I love you and your mother loves you! We will never leave you...even when you think we are gone...we are not. We are always there! We will light the way and in the end we will be a family again. But Akia all I need you to do is be strong! Please...be strong...I love you...we will meet a-again...be strong. See you later..Akia." And with that Hiroki was sucked into the dimension of 'Madara's' choosing never to be seen again.
"That was easy." Madara said. He jumped off the branch and sauntered over to the baby girl with big doe eyes. The hellish glow had finally stopped emanating from her body and for a split second she looked peaceful...but just for a second. As Madara approached her lips started to quiver as if she would burst out crying any minute. But she didn't..she was being strong, just like her father asked her.
Madara looked down at the girl, summing her up. She wasn't much. She didn't look like the ruthless killer she was claimed to be, but nonetheless she was just a baby, her true potential would show as she grew. She better be worth he time. "Hmph. This is it? You better be worth you little brat" Madara snapped as he placed a hand on the baby girl, getting ready to pick her up. At the sudden touch the baby let out a horrendous cry. Madara backed away from the girl in annoyance and irritation as she continued to cry.
"Ugh! Shut up! Or I'll make you shut up!" Madara yelled at the young babe, he drew out a kunai letting it shine in the moon's glow. When the babe saw the weapon she immediately stopped crying, instead she stuck to whimpering. Under he mask he face was adorned with a sad smile. He was never going to harm the babe, he wasn't that sick. Or maybe he was. He just took out the girl's father and most likely ruined her life from here on out, but now wasn't the time to be questioning his sanity or humanity, he had a mission to complete. He put back the kunai and tried to, again, pick up the babe.
The babe didn't seem to react like she did last time, instead she let her bottom lip quiver as the masked man named 'Madara' carried her off into the darkness of which he came from, leaving the picture of the woman behind. As they ran off the both sadly forgot to acknowledge a very low glow coming from a kunai that was lodged into a near by tree.
They traveled for a good amount of time, dodging any suspecting Konoha nin that seemed to be scrambled everywhere. They stopped at a graveyard a near-death willow tree looming over some of the graves. 'Madara' landed softly on the dead patches of grass with the babe still in tow. He looked around and saw a crystal blue lake shimmering under the moon's glow. The sound of wolves howling to the moon as if it were their God. The faint whistle of the wind blowing through the trees and leaves. The eerie and creepy vibe the graveyard gave was scary to the babe and unsettling to 'Madara'. The silence was nerve-racking and it almost felt as if they were the last two people on Earth.
'Would he pick a place like this to meet?' To engrossed in his thoughts to hear any movement from behind.
"Because no one would come here." said a voice lurking in the shadows.
The voice finally made an appearance as the man walked up to the pair. A man, a very old man at that looked at the two with a small smile on his face. The man was unquestionably, he even looked like he was passed death. He wore a black cloak similar to the man with the mask. His hair wasn't covered like the masked man, instead what was hanging free in all his glory. His hair was a shiny white. His hair was styled in a way that the hair flowing down his back resembled a spiky/ furry tail. The rest of the hair was spiked up and out in many different directions. His face was cracked and wrinkled and it seemed he would just collapse any minute. But yet he still brought a very intimidating aura with him.
"Ugh. There you are you old creep! Hurry up and do what every you were going to do you old fart!" 'Madara' shouted at the old man.
"I warn you to watch your tongue and your volume." the old man scolded
"DOES IT MATTER?! WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!" 'Madara' yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up you imbecile. You can be such a nuisance at times, but I know your full potential. You took out Hiroki-san correct?" the old man asked, bringing his attention to the babe still in 'Madara's' arms.
"..Yeah. Can we just do this.." Madara said in a calm voice this time, his mood changing in a heartbeat. You would question if he was bipolar, jus by how fast his mood changed.
"Hmph. You confuse me at times, but then I realize your just like me. Lay the girl under the willow." the old man commanded.
"I'm nothing like you...I just want peace..not all this death..but whatever it takes to carry out the goal...for...her." 'Madara' said under his breath, but loud enough of for the old man to hear. Madara obediently did as the old man wanted and put the babe under the willow tree. The babe hadn't made a sound the whole trip, she seemed to be in a trance, her big doe staring no where in particular...almost as if she was staring into space.
"You already know what to do, correct?" the old man asked approaching the two.
"Yes...but I just don't understand. Why do you need her?" Madara questioned, he was told what to do tonight when the old man said when, but he never was really informed of the purpose of this.
The old man chuckled at Madara's ignorance, he never seemed to understand what was going on.
"Because this girl holds...special chakra...ever since that slip-up.. It still baffles me how to was able to posses this chakra but I don't ponder on it much. Lets just say everything will be easier if we have her." the old man said wearing a dark grin.
"Is she a jinchuuriki?" Madara wondered out loud.
"You could say that. But I want her to be raised in the Hidden Leaf, that is my sole requirement!" the old man said, staring directly at the man. His complete concentration on him.
"What?! Why?! She'll just betray us!" Madara asked, becoming doubtful of the old man's plans.
"No..she won't..trust me...I know it. She know where her loyalty lies. If she dares betrays us...hmph. I will put a curse mark on her."
"..Curse..mark?"
"Yes..I developed this just for this one. You will be watching her throughout her entire life, if she dares shows any sign of betraying us then just activate her curse mark. It will send excruciating pain through body. I got the idea for those damn Hyuugas, I must say though the seal of the branch families does work wonders." The old man said darkly.
"But won't she question where this pain is coming from?" Madara was beginning to have second thoughts again, but not about the plan, but about the man behind it.
"Yes. This why the curse mark is special, it will let you invade her mind and her psyche. You can also come into her dreams or change them if you wish. I want you to break her bit by bit, slowly and painfully until she is nothing. Then mold her into the perfect little tool for bringing eternal peace." the old man also responded with a deep evil chuckle at the end of his reply.
"..O-okay. But will she know-" Madara was rudely cut off by the old man
"If the dreams are real or not? No she will never be able to tell the difference." the old man answered, it was as if he was reading Madara's thoughts
"Hai! Lets d-do this!" Madara said with a slight stutter
"I don't like your hesitation, what is wrong?"
"..Nothing..it's just that..never mind, it's stupid.."
"Okay. But do not forget about the seal, my requirement and do not forget to keep frequent tabs on her"
"Hai. Got it!"
"Last thing, I need to teach you how to activate and de-activate the curse mark." the old man said coming closer to Madara.
"Okay."
The old man then proceeded to teach a quick set of hand seals to Madara who watched with deep concentration. He watched the old man go through a quick set of hand seals, 30 forms a second then he stopped, one index finger to his nose and his other hand gripping the bottom base of his palm. The old man and looked directly at the babe and called out:
"Akuma no Shirushi (Mark of a Demon): Activate!"
Nothing happened, but the old man acted like something had and began the hand seals to deactivate it. The trick was the hand seals were backwards with random, urological hand seals thrown in there to throw off the average and not so average shinobi. So no one could copy it and take away the seal. And if anyone tried to..well suffering will be its teacher.
"Akuma no Shirushi (Mark of a Demon) : De-activate!"
After the old man taught Madara the necessary hand seals to activate and deactivate the soon to be curse mark he went over to the young babe under the willow tree to give her the sinister curse mark. He looked at the young babe with cold black eyes, cold unforgiving eyes. They spoke of hate and pride. They also spoke of the forthcoming of something great. The key to that was this insignificant infant that just so happened to hold what he needed, but that would all be over. She would be under his rule soon enough. He always got what he wanted and he would go through great lengths to get it.
Nothing would hold him back from ultimate peace.
"Get ready" the old man called out to Madara, still staring at the babe, but not looking directly into her eyes.
Madara had moved back a bit when he saw the old man approaching the babe who still had the far out look in her eyes. He couldn't believe this man was about to put this innocent child into his sick game. His sick twisted where no one won expect h-..No! She will be treasured for her help in the ultimate peace, the old man promised that all that had helped will be rewarded fully. Including him and her if she only obeyed. Not questioned but just nodded her and head and obeyed.
All she had to do was obey him.
The old man flied by through hand seals as he focused all his black chakra into his hand seals. The old man closed trying to block out all distractions as he continued through the extensive hand seals, pumping more dark chakra through his hands. Madara watched in awe as any exuberant amount chakra emanating around the old man's hands as he went through hand seals. The old man finally stopped going through hand seals and in a quick moment opened his eyes, intensity filling the atmosphere. Madara looked on in awe and surprise.
The old man's Mangekyo Sharingan was activated.
The man, chakra still emanating from him walked up to the babe. He knelt down and pulled the blanket to the side to expose the young babe's neck. The old man smiled wickedly as he watched finally go into motion. He looked at the babe's exposed neck, he had started envisioning the day when peace would reign. He couldn't wait for the day the world would finally get its peace and happiness, now the last thing he needed to do was...
"Maku o norou! Akuma no Shirushi! Hi no doragon no maku!" the old man called out as he pressed his hand and black chakra into the poor babe.
The young babe could feel the dark chakra seeping through her skin and into her very own chakra. Swirling around till it just became a sitting duck in her the pit of her stomach. She couldn't feel the pain the chakra brought, instead her body went into a state of shock, leaving her feeling numb. The old man pressed down farther, deeper, harder. Making sure all the chakra went into her body. As he kept pushing down a picture of a dragon started from the mid-point of her neck down to the end of her right shoulder-blade. The dragon was a red dragon with black accents, that resembled fire marks.
The dragon swirled around a bit till it reached the end of her shoulder-blade. As the old man kept pushing down the picture became more clear, more bright. Finally he removed his hand and backed away slowly admiring his work. The babe's neck and a part of her upper back was now tattooed with a bright red dragon with a very malicious look on its face. There was black chakra surrounding the dragon, but you couldn't really tell unless you went up close. The girl didn't seem to be in pain, she acted as if it never even happened! She was still staring off into space, with those retched big doe eyes of hers!
"It's done. Quick seal me in now!" the old man shouted pulling Madara's out of his thoughts.
Madara walked up to the pair ready to get this over with. He was hesitant, not really sure if this was the right path but he would never vocally question the old man, and the faster he did this, the faster it was over. He went over to the babe and harshly yanked the blanket from her. This seem to cause the babe to snap out of her trance and stare openly at the masked man with tears brimming her eyes, it was her way of asking 'why'?
But the masked man didn't even look at her he tried turned around started performing the hand seals.
"You know that we are not the strongest at sealing, correct?" Madara asked the man as he continued the hand seals for the 'Chakurashiru: Chakra Seal'
"Yes I'm fully aware of that." the old man said, not even sparing a glance at Madara.
"So are you sure the seal won't break...that it will last as long as you need it to?" Madara asked.
"Trust me! I have a solution to that problem, just you wait. Hurry. " the old man commanded. As Madara continued flying through the hand seals, the old man looked over at the whimpering babe. He still couldn't fathom the idea of this mere mortal holding such power within her, it didn't even belong to her in the first place. It was just by luck she was able get such great power, was she destined to hold such power within her? No. But she was lucky to be able to, and now shes about to become even more lucky.
"Ready!" Madara shouted, stepping closer to the man. Just like the Space Ninjutsu he performed earlier there was a vast amount of wind/ air drawing the old man into Madara's hands. Unlike before the process was done smoothly and with great ease. Instead of Madara having to pump more chakra into the jutsu for it to capture Hiroki, he was able to suffice with the amount of chakra he put in the jutsu. The old man simply stood there, with no clear emotion playing on his face. Just he him and his common stoic, stiff composure. Soon his feet started moving closer to the air erupting from Madara's hands.
"Remember. She is the key. Don't fail me...Madara." Those were the man's last spoken words as he was sucked into the hole that had just formed. Madara's hands were embedded in the old man's dark, strong chakra. Madara felt the immense power that man held and wondered if this mere child, babe at that would be able to hold it. But of course, with the slightest hesitation, he presumed to complete the task that was dawned upon him. Move with a quick pace he walked over to the babe. He was ready to get this over with.
The babe looked at him with sad eyes, it was as if she knew what was in store for her. Tears brimming her eyes and bottom lip quivering, she let the man loom over her. The expression she held was frightened, but Madara ignored it and continued with the sealing. The babe's stomach was already exposed, so that only made it easier for Madara. He took in a deep breath and slammed his hands on the the babe's soft stomach.
The babe let out an ear-deafening scream as she felt an immense amount of chakra flow through her body at an horrible pace. Too much was coming in too fast. Madara pressed down as hard as he could, he knew he was making the pain worse but he wanted to make sure all the chakra was sealed. The chakra that use to surround his hands was now diminishing greatly, it was now being stored in the poor girl. Her screams hadn't stopped and it was just breaking Madara's cold heart to see her in this state. He was ruthless, unmerciful killer but here was this babe breaking his heart. Even though he was sinister, he never wanted to hurt an innocent babe, that was just sick.
But he would never disobey the old man.
What he wanted he got
He was the key to peace.
After awhile of the painful process all the chakra had successfully been transmitted into the babe. The babe had passed out long ago from the pain, which made it even the easier for Madara. There was now a faint black spiral on her belly, with black squiggles around it. There were also never-ending spirals inside the larger spiral.
' The sign of a jinchuuriki' Madara thought to himself as he picked up the small babe. He was careful to wrap the white blanket he had snatched her in around her shivering body, he wanted to do something nice for her, even though that would never come close enough to making the night up.
''To the hidden leaf'' Madara mumbled in disgust. With the babe still in tow he ran off into the darkness of the forest. He jumped from branch to branch with ease, avoiding any weak branches as he seemingly soared through the night, detestation in mind. As he glided through the forest he looked down at the 'sleeping' babe in his arms. He felt so sorry for her. She never chose this path, she never wanted this. But the path to peace was never an easy one, they would all have to endure some hardships if they wanted to see the sunrise when tomorrow came. He only hoped she would make the right decisions in her life and make the road to peace a lot easier. He didn't want to use the curse mark on her, but if she dared take his peace away from him he would not hesitate to use it. He didn't know what was in store for her, and he didn't know what she would soon have to endure, but he only hoped that she would remember to..
Obey.
And to always keep tomorrow in mind.
He looked down at the babe hoping she got the silent messages. He basically told her how to survive this, he only hoped she would take his advice to heart.
Finally they had made to Konoha's gates. Unsurprisingly they were heavily guarded by Jōnins (Jounins). The village still seemed in a panic, but things were more peaceful than they had been before. The Nine-Tails were finally defeated and things were slowly returning to normal. 'Little do they know' Madara thought as he softly landed on a patch of grass. He had thought of a plan, he knew that the place would be guarded when he returned, I mean Konoha would be one dumbass village if it wasn't. He put the babe on the ground, hoping the plan went well. He kneeled down and grabbed the baby's cheeks squeezing them forcefully. The babe immediately responded to the pull of her cheeks and let out a piercing cry, grabbing the Jōnins attention.
Once he saw a Jōnin walk over to where they were located he quickly disbanded himself from the scene and re-treated back to the 'base' leaving the babe in the hands of the Jōnin's hands. As he fled he thought about all the things they might have to go through the future, but dismissed them for the reward was far too great to think about backing out if things got rough.
He just hoped that girl could keep up.
The Jōnin looked down at the babe with confusion written all over his face. Who was she? Where did she come from? How did she get here? Who brought her here and why on this night? Was this a trap? So many questions were buzzing through the young Jōnin's mind that he did't hear one of his fellow ninjas approach him.
"..Is this a baby? Katsuo?" A young brown-haired Jounin asked.
"Of course Isamo. I just don't where it came from." Katsuo answered.
"Maybe its the enemy " Isamo yelled taking out a kunai, getting ready to stab the crying baby, 'till Katsuo turned and kicked him square in the face with no emotion at all in his face, as if it was the most casual thing to do. Isamo landed a few feet back landing flat on his butt.
"What the fuck man?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Why would you fucking kick me in the face you little shit!" Isamo screamed out clutching his nose which was now producing a nice amount of blood.
"What is wrong with you? If it was a henge or any kind of ninjutsu at all I could have been able to detect it by now." Katsuo deadpanned.
"Oh! Right! But that didn't mean you had to kick me in the fucking face you fucking cunt! Now my nose is broken, you little shit!" Isamo said screaming the last few words causing the baby to cry louder.
"Shut the little motherfucker up!" Isamo cursed standing up, still clutching his nose as he walked back to where the two were. Katsuo didn't mean to really anger his friend, he just didn't want his idiotic friend to harm an innocent life. He thought of apologizing, but dismissed the thought. Katsuo reached down to pick up the babe. She seemed to like the way he held her since the moment he touched her she immediately held on as if it was for dear life.
"It likes you." Isamo mumbled. Even though he mumbled, Katsuo was still able to catch what he said.
"Hn. It seems that way doesn't it? I believe it is a female. Lets take her back to the village.." Katsuo said.
"Why?! You don't what it can fucking do! You don't where it came from...what if something bad is associated with it?!" Isamo shouted causing the baby girl to cry out again. Katsuo shot deadly glares at Isamo for making the baby cry, he had just silenced her and this bastard decided it was a good to make her cry again!
"I know that. Did you not see the tattoo on her neck? I want her to be checked out by the 3rd. If she is associated with the criminal that attacked our village this one step closer to finding him." Katsuo explained to the clearly dense man. The man's eyes widen at this information, for he didn't notice the tattoo at all. He looked closer at the babe's neck and gasped at what he saw.
A large black dragon on the babe neck and down.
"Wow...That's one serious tat. Damn." Isamo said cursing.
"..Yeah. Let's get back to the village." Katsuo deadpanned. He made sure the babe was secure in his arms and wouldn't slip and fall at any given moment. With Isamo trailing behind him they made their way back into the village.
Holding the key to peace.
And death.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out.
I just didn't like the way it was going so far.
So I started over.
It took so long cuz I have to worry about exams. This took 2-3 weeks to write. smh. Well I gotta go work on my projects, so later!
( I won't update till the 1st or second week of Feb, sorry D: Exams :P Boo!)
BYE! (Review Plz v)
