A Jinchuuriki's Holocaust
By: RukodaimeHokage
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden.
Author's Note: This story had been swimming in my head for the longest time and due to to time, I have finally been able to write this. I hope you enjoy it!
10 years ago...
The ground was coming fast; he was coming closer and closer, the wind rushing past his face, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He tensed, anticipating impact, and just when he thought he would crash into the sandy ground, he swooped up and he came face to face to the sky a pleasant blue, clouds sluggishly moving by and the sun radiating its gentle warmth and life, before he was pulled down into again. He fell down toward the ground again, and then pulled back to where he started.
Naruto just had to win this jump contest. He just HAD to. He couldn't bear to lose again his best friend Sasuke again, not when they were at equal height with the swing set. With that thought, he propelled his short little legs, extending them and pulling them back as the swing moved back and forth. Naruto looked to Sasuke, who also glanced at him at the same time, with his jet black hair even messier than usual and a mischievous face that hinted Sasuke had something in store for his surrogate younger brother. As the swing pulled back, Naruto gave a last push to get that extra speed before the two brothers jumped at the same time.
At the high point of the swing, Naruto jumped from the wooden seat, high into the air. For a moment he experienced that sense of peace while he was swinging, the sky looked like in arms reach, like he could hold the sun in his pudgy hands and all he had to do was to extend a bit further…he closed his eyes and tried to reach the sun..Just a bit further
When suddenly, Naruto felt gravity take over and he opened his eyes to see the ground coming fast, this time with no swing and…
Face planted into the dirt.
His face erupted in pain as his face began to burn with the impact. In his mind he knew he lost, yet again, to his brother Sasuke and he knew he will hear about this all day at school and he would be embarrassed to no end….
Naruto painfully rose from the dirt, trying to avoid using his hands because of the small, yet painful cuts on them. His nose began to run and his eyes were burning. Suddenly he found himself crying profusely letting all his pain and frustration out, rubbing his eyes and face with his beaten hands. Not because he had just face planted into the dirt, but he lost!
"Oi! Naruto!" called Sasuke. The voice to Naruto sounded far away, distant. He's probably going to call me something stupid…. Which only made Naruto cry harder, his wailing even louder.
Footfalls against the sand were heard coming closer and closer to Naruto. As he put his hands into his face to cry some more, he felt another hand that didn't belong to him softly pull it away. Naruto immediately stopped crying and looked up to see his brother smiling up at him, his dark eyes didn't hold malice, but kindness.
"Oi, Naruto, lets get you home you blond baka" Sasuke laughed as he pulled Naruto to his feet. Sasuke made his way toward the parks gate when he noticed Naruto not moving from his spot. He turned to his brother to see a face with tear streaks and long strings of snot.
"Sasuke…" Naruto said while snorting all the mucus up his nose, making a loud, wet noise.
"Hm?"
"Did I win?"Naruto said hopefully, standing on his tippy toes and his hands clasped together in front of him, his eyes deep blue eyes flooded with hope and excitement.
Sasuke just gave a smirk to Naruto and walked back to the swing set, motioning for his brother to follow him with his head. There they saw in the sand, a clear face imprint of Naruto's face and body sprawled in an awkward position. Sasuke could help but give out a small giggle while Naruto gave out a long sign when he saw his handiwork just barely three feet away from the swing he was using. The duo then walked over to Sasuke's spot and saw it was almost at the edge of the sandbox, with his footprints clearly in the dirt. Naruto's frame visibly slumped when he looked at his brothers result of the contests. He knew he was about equal with his brother, but he practiced swinging for days, getting loud reprimands from his mother, especially when he stayed out later than usual, which not only got him no ramen for a week, but even his father, the villages mayor, would get even his privileges taken away. Naruto's fists tightened at the thought. It was supposed to be him! His father told him that if one worked hard enough, they would go far. But Sasuke..why does HE have to win at this when he worked so hard?! Naruto slowly looked to the sun setting, the sky slowly turning to a calm vermillion..wait the sun was setting?!
"NARRRUUTOOO!" the said person cringed, along with Sasuke. The duo slowly turned to see the legendary Red Hot Habenero stomped toward them, wielding a wooden spoon, complete with bunny slippers, a blue apron and yellow shirt. Her eyes became one of fire (imagine the anime fire-eyes they do). The Yondaime Mayor of Konoha Village was seen cowering behind one of the gates poles, sweat dropping and privately praying his son wont get punished that badly…
Naruto laid in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, which reflected the street lamp outside his bedroom, his hands behind his head. For what seemed to be the hundredth time, he gave a long sign. Sasuke beats him in a swinging contest, his mother decides to not cook ramen and let him starve, and his father suddenly sides with his mother. No more playing with Sasuke, no more ramen..his day truly took the worst turn in a long while. He rose from his bed, which gave a quiet sweat, meandered to his window. The moon was out, a calming sight, its benevolent white light, somewhat soothing his frustration. His eyes wandered to the stars above. Naruto opened the window and stuck his head out the window leaning on his hands, which was folded under him, the cool night air finishing the job of removing his anger and frustration and replaced it with an inner peace. He drank in the crisp air and looked at the constellations his mother once showed him, on a calm night like this. Kushina, to him, had just as much knowledge as Minato when it comes to things, naming almost every star and planet in the sky with eagerness and reverance. They laid on a small hill on a rare night when Minato was out working, sharing a blanket together, a mother and son moment.
"Mommy, what's the name of that star?" asked a very young Naruto, a stubby finger pointed to Sirius.
"That, Naruto-kun, is Sirius! The brightest star and the most beautiful star. Just like you! Kushina gave Naruto a peck to his forehead, which caused him to blush and hug his mother more fiercely. Naruto looked up to her mother, who still looked up at the sky. Her sky blue eyes reflected the stars above and a grin on her face. Her crimson hair was tied up in a ponytail, which revealed more of her slender, womanly face. Naruto was proud to have such a beautiful mother.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard from below him and Naruto was stolen from his little dream. Momentarily confused, he looked down to see black hooded figures striding toward his house. The noise came from a neighboring house, where more of these menacing figures strode out of, carrying off large human sized bags over his shoulder, which were squirming an thrashing about. One of them, who carried two people on both shoulders, dropped them uncerimoniously to the ground with an audible thud and then a flurry of movement before he heard:
KATON: GOUKAKYOU NO JUTSU!(hope I spelled it right)
Immediately a massive ball of hot inferno erupted from the figure. The heat was so immense, Naruto started to sweat profusely despite the cold air and because it was so close to his house, he cowered inside his room, shutting the window. Then his heart skipped a beat when he heard something.
The house was abruptly in a ruckus. Naruto froze and traced the source of the noise directly below his room, where the kitchen was located. He had to warn his parents of the danger.
Naruto, his hand shaking horribly, grasped the doorknob and forced the door open, colliding the wall, and made a run for his parents room down the hall. He burst into their room to see them fast asleep, Kushina sprawled out on most of the bed, hair everywhere, her mouth wide open an a small waterfall of saliva trailing onto her husband's hair while Minato seemed ready to fall off the other side, clutching the bed. How they managed to sleep through all this commotion and danger was beyond him, but he took in a deep breath, his chest rising when he shouted.
"DADDY! MOMMY!"
Immediately, the couple's eyes opened, but it was Minato who seemed already alert. He rose from his bedside and strode to his closet and opened it rummaging through, his eyes with serene determination. Kushina took a little longer to get up, before she saw Naruto standing in the doorway, a small frame shaking with fear and ready to burst to tears. She beckoned to him before enveloping him into a bone crushing hug, stroking through her sons thick, blonde hair with her fingers.
"Kushina, its time." Minato said.
The two broke apart and looked toward the legendary Yondaime, the Yellow Flash of Europe, Minato Namikaze.
Gone were his usual clothes and was replaced with military fatigues. Gone were the usual sandals he wore, instead, black sturdy boots adorned his feet. He wore a white cloak with orange flames that bordered the hem of the cloak with the word "Yondaime" going vertically down his back. On his head, he wore a military fatigued headband to keep the hair out of his face, with a Leaf shaped logo on the front. He was the definition of calm, Minato looked like he was in his element, his noble face stoic.
Kushina gave one more hug to her son before striding quickly to her closet. Naruto stared after her with longing.
"Naruto Namikaze"
The said person cringed. His father rarely used his last name, only when he was in serious trouble. His father stooped down to him and gave him a warm smile, giving his beloved son a warm hug.
"Naruto, I want you to be brave. Be strong. There will be times when, things get tough. I want you to get tougher. People would always push you down, spit on you, make fun of you because of who you are and what you have. I want you to never, ever listen to them. You are Naruto Namikaze! Said Minato, his whole face going back to that sincere countenance. A large explosion was heard outside, followed by multiple others that shook the house, dust falling and things falling over. There were more chaos downstairs, and the sound of heavy footfalls were heard, coming up the stairs.
Naruto started to cry, tears brimming to the surface and spilling over, streaking over his whisker marks. He started to bawl, shaking with grief. What happens if he couldn't do it? What happens if he can't be strong like his father? What was happening? Who were these mean people? Taking his friends and fellow villagers? Why would they be so mean? Why…
Naruto's wailing was stopped by a familiar body coming close to his own. His mother, Kushina, joined in the family hug.
"Naruto-kun, I love you, sooo much. It is beyond words to how much I love you. Remember how I told you how far the sun was to Earth?" Naruto nodded, pressing his shoulder into both his parents torsos. I love you that much. That much times infinity. You are my child, our child, and I promise you that everything will be ok." Kushina fought to keep her voice steady and hide the tears. She must be strong, for her beloved son!
A loud crash was heard down the hall, the source sounding like it came from Naruto's room. The little family broke away reluctantly, Naruto looking up at his parents. The two looked so calm, Minato drew a three pronged kunai out of his pouch while Kushina pulled out a standard one, holding the weapons in front of them. He wished he was like them, but why does he cry so much?
Minato looked at his son again, who began to cry softly. He just wanted to envelop his son in a hug and never let go, assure him that he will be there for him, forever and ever. But duty called.
"Naruto, listen to me." Minato said coldly.
"…yes Daddy?" sniffed Naruto.
"Hide in my closet. Never, I mean never, leave the closet until you hear absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Is that clear? " said Minato.
Naruto gave a nod and he slowly walked to his father's closet on the opposite side of the room as both his parents watched him. The house shook again, causing Naruto to fall to the hard wood floor. Both parents flinched and made their way to their son before stopping themselves again, pain etched on their faces.
Naruto managed to crawl into the tiny space that was the closet. He snuggled himself into the corner, lying down where he saw his mother promptly close the door, putting him in darkness, while a sliver of light came out of the crack between the doors. Despite the loud noises coming from outside, Naruto couldn't help fighting off sleep. He had to stay awake! No time to slack off when his parents were being brave! He couldn't! He mustn't! He…Naruto's mantra failed to keep him awake as he fell fast asleep, pulling the familiar smelling shirt that belonged to his father toward him and using it as a blanket.
Author's Note: Sorry if my sentences are butchered, school is doing a number one me and ill go back to revise it but voila! The first chapter of A Jinchuuriki's Holocaust. I hope you like it and Ill try to update ASAP. Please read and review! Constructive criticism welcomed!