Yo! So I had once been a part of FanFiction, but left for a while. Well, I happened to be sitting down and wondering what the hell I could do to pass the time, and I recalled some stories I had been reading. And so it has come that I have returned, under a new alias or pen name, and here is the first story that I shall spew forth. Gunna be honest, no idea where I'm going with this one, but I may get ideas as I go. Standard disclaimer, I don't own it. Enjoy this new story, Hatred
A brisk wind rushed through the deserted streets of the village, rustling the leaves in the trees and rattling against shutters and loosely closed trash bins. Dark heavy clouds slid across the moon, casting everything into greater shadow. Shadows lunged from their hiding places, racing across the streets to grapple with one another.
The wind howled outside, rushing through the broken boards of the shutters, but Naruto paid them no mind. His apartment was in shambles. The small couch was busted, springs collapsed and tossed on its side against the door. The floor was bare, save for the remains of a small rug and a torn blanket. Naruto looked around his ruined home, and grinned.
Pulling the small blanket closer to ward again the chill air, he walked to the bedroom, where his bed frame was tossed to the side and his mattress lay upon the floor in the corner furthest from the window. A heap of clothes surrounded it, in all appearances a den or nest. He moved to the closet door, checking inside. Nothing. He smiled and turned back to his bed.
He sat upon the mattress, once again pulling the blanket around his shoulders. A small section of the wall was covered with a black curtain. Pushing it aside revealed a carved out section of the wall, from the floor about a 50 centimeters high, 50 centimeters deep, and about a meter wide. Within was a dozens of candles of various lengths and upon a small hand carved dais, sat a wax carving of an eye, dyed red, and looking malevolent.
He bowed to the small shrine, and whispered, "Master, will you watch over my rest?" The room darkened even further and the wax eye seemed to glow as if lit from within. The candles flickered to life, and Naruto sat up and smiled. "Thanks you Master."
He rummaged around under his mattress and pulled out a long thin dirk. He rolled back his sleeve and rested the cool metal against his flesh. He tilted his head back and listened to the wind and the darkness straining to hear the words he prayed would come. Softly, yet containing a great power and a dark rumble the worlds came.
"You will become strong." It started softly and gained strength as it went, the candles flared up with every word, changing to the colour of blood.
"I will become strong." Naruto whispered.
"You will no longer suffer."
"I will no longer suffer." He began to slide the cool metal into his flesh, slowing pulling the dirk from his wrist up his inner arm, watching his blood flow freely and collect in his cupped hand.
"You will become that which they believe you are; and you shall rule where I had fallen."
"I will become their fears and masters, and through me, you shall rule again."
"I will watch over you my loyal apprentice; I will give you the power to carry out your will and through you, my own.
"I thank you master, for your power, your guidance, and my life." Violently, he slashed up again, and lifted his arm over the glowing eye and let his blood drip onto it. The eye flashed once, and then the candles went out, and a light burning was felt along the slash as his flesh closed up, leaving no trace of the potentially fatal wound he caused.
Satisfied, Naruto curled up into a ball, the dirk tightly clenched in one small fist, and the ragged blanked tightly drawn about his small figure. The wax eye glowed through out the night, watching; plotting.
"You shall take up my name, and my mantle, and the world shall once again know to fear; to fear you, and through you, me. Rest well boy, I will watch where those who should will not."
Naruto woke up, and yawned. He turned to the shrine and bowed. The eye still glowed faintly, which meant that Master was pleased with him. He smiled and pulled the curtain across the cubby hiding it from view.
"Master." He bowed again and rose, dumping the blanket on the mattress, and dropping his clothes on the mound surrounding the mattress. He hurried into the bathroom, and pulled the door closed. It never stayed closed, something was wrong with the door knob and it would eventually swing open slowly, but it managed to keep some heat in. He turned on the water, and waited while the pipes rattled and hissed. The water rushed out, like ice water from a distant mountain peak. He stuck his hand in the water flow and shuddered. He waited but a few moments, and when the temperature didn't change, he swallowed, and stepped into the frigid water.
He washed quickly, standing out of the stream of water, only moving into in order to rinse the soap from his tangled locks and body. He grabbed the towel he left hanging out of the sink, and began to dry his body, letting his hair air dry. He was pressed for time this morning. Quickly he pulled on dark green pants, and a black shirt. He grabbed the cloak Anko had given to him for his last birthday.
He pulled the cowl down low, hiding a good portion of his face unless some looked directly into his face. He placed the dirk into his belt, and the pouch of shuriken and kunai he attached to his leg, close to his hand. He walked back to his bedroom, pulling the curtains out of the way and kneeling before the shrine.
"Master, please guide me to success today, and let those who would be me harm learn to keep their distance fear us." The eye flashed once, and its inner glow vanished. Naruto felt a surge of energy. "Thank you Master." He bowed once more, covered the shrine, and after pulling the couch out of the way, left to head to his first day of the new year at the academy.
"This time, I shall succeed, for Master will guide me!" He locked the door and rushed off, cloak billowing out behind him.
Naruto sat listening to Iruka drone on about the histories of the various nations and villages. But he was only partially listening, for he was also listening to his Master's whispered words of encouragement, and how to improve his speed. He knew his strengths under his Master's tutelage would allow him to over come many opponents, but he knew that his weaknesses could be exploited unless he made his strengths so unbelievable that no one had the chance to exploit those weaknesses. He smiled to himself as his Master finished his own lesson.
"That is all for today, remember to train this afternoon, and study the histories; there will be an exam tomorrow. Rest well, we will begin the review for the final, and from there you can make changes to make sure you make Genin." Iruka then sat in his chair, dismissing the children. He watched them file out past him, chattering and energetic. The few exceptions being Shikamaru, who yawned and trudged out the door, Sasuke, who tried not to reveal anything, and both Shino and Naruto walked calmly out.
He sure did change this past year and half. Perhaps he'll make it this year.
Out side, Naruto pulled his cowl low, and began to walk towards the market district of the village. Perhaps he'd find Anko, and she'd show him something neat. Taking back routes, Naruto moved swiftly through the shadows; gliding along, when a boy stepped in front of the alley's exit.
He knew the boy; he had graduated last year, when he had failed. He felt his anger rise; this was a boy who had tormented him.
"Heya Naru-tard, still at the academy?" he chuckled to himself. Naruto turned around and headed back the way he came, to find the boy teammates blocking his retreat. He growled and swung about, his cloak flaring out then settling as he crouched.
"Leave me alone." His tone was cold, and the Genin started badly, this was not a tone Naruto, the Naruto they had tormented had ever used. They shook it off and the boy stepped closer.
"Watcha gunna do about it huh?" he places his hand on his hips. "You're a failure; a waste of space and a sore on the eyes of the people. Your parents must have been retarded and incapable of-"
Lightning fast, Naruto had lunged, his dirk coming free and sliding through the boys shoulder, puncturing his lung. Naruto twisted the thin blade, reveling in the warm blood that escaped and the scream of agony that came with it. Swiftly he pulled the blade out and smashed the pommel of the blade into the boy temple, where he crumpled to the ground.
Naruto spun around, and sought the place within where the power to save himself lurked and brought forth a tremendous power, thick, heavy, evil. The killing intent, was crushing, locking the two Genin in place, one fell to her knees and gasped the other wet himself. Knowing he would attract to much attention, Naruto shift the heavy chakra into speed, and raced off before the two could react to his attack.
You only need little of my help my apprentice; you have mastered your own hate and anger into a formidable force in itself. Few have suffered as you have, and though it pains you, it shall fuel your own power; it will place you far above others.
"Thank you Master." Naruto whispered as he leaned against a building, catching his breath.
Get food. You need to be stronger.
"Yes my Master." He pulled the cowl low, and stepped out of the shadows. He reveled in the feeling of power. He had used the power of his hatred and anger on a few civilians and they no longer refused him service, and though their prices were not fair, it was no longer as bad as it had been a year ago. They will learn to fear and respect me.
As he looked at the fresh greens an elderly woman was selling, Naruto was tense and trying to sense anyone who might be trying to find him. He hoped that the old man would wave off any complain from the Genin he had fought. Anger rose, and his vision began to tint red. He didn't do anything, they provoked him!
Not now. Focus.
"Yes my Master."
"What?"
"I'll take these. How much?" he asked the confused woman. He handed over the appropriate amount and headed back to his home. Heavy clouds, dark with rain crept along the horizon. "It will storm tonight." He muttered and smiled.
Sarutobi sat at his desk, the paper work finished for now. He carefully packed his pipe and lit it, puffing twice and releasing smoke circles that floated around and then headed out the opened window. He uncovered his crystal ball, and focused it. In it a small cloaked figure carrying a brown bag moved through the shadows, avoiding crowds and often twisting back on his path, but still heading in the general direction of the more run down living quarters.
"Well? Have you thought about what I said last time?"
"Anko." The old man sighed and puffed on his beloved pipe again. "Yes, and if he passes this year, and I believe he will, you may teach him in your craft." He looked up at the young woman. "You're right, his sudden change though somewhat alarming, does lend him to be an excellent candidate for your arts." He smiled, "And perhaps you shall both find a kindred spirit within each other." His face wrinkled in a kindly smile.
"Who cared? I shall make him the great, and through him, My own purpose shall be validated." She spun on her heel and stormed out of the office. There was a flash of light, and a distant rumble.
Sarutobi stood and moved before the window over looking the village. Black thunderheads rolled in and rain began to fall. "Naruto will be able to handle himself from now on, you no longer have to send some from your order to watch over him." He felt the man leave. He sighed, "Foolish ANBU. Probably your lack of attention that the new Naruto is so…unexpected."
Thunder crashed again, spider webs of light crisscrossing the black sky. It was going to be a bad storm; they hadn't had a decent one in such a long time. "And with the destruction of the storm, room for new growth is made. Let us see what changes the coming storms shall bring…" he blew out smoke rings that were obliterated by the winds that began to pick up.
AN: Short first chapter. Hope it is liked. Till next time.