I know, I know. It's been ages! I swear, I have written some stuff for my other stories. The next chapters of ANB and Lost will probably be posted either today or tomorrow. Sorry about that!
Anyhow, this weird ass plot came to me. Let's see if it goes anywhere!
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own.
Summary: Naruto Uzumaki died as a child; just 8 years old. The village was crushed by the loss of the Namikaze heir, the 4th Hokage and his wife especially. So when Sai, who had been in ROOT for the majority of his life, starts sketching a mysterious blond boy with exotic blue eyes, what happens when his Super Beast Imitating Drawing jutsu creates something more than art?
Minato uneasily glanced at the sky as thick clouds rolled in. The sky was black with darkness, a slim streak of red peeking through the clouds as the sun set. It was a dark omen, one speaking of death.
He reached towards his wife, who had just recently put their son, Naruto, to bed. The boy was loud and bright, bringing light to the world around him. Naruto did what Minato could not and stopped the Uchiha's from rebelling by befriending their youngest and convincing the clan they could be more than what they made themselves out to be.
He convinced two boy-crazy girls to think for themselves.
He convinced a relatively old woman to let one last person into her heart.
He even managed to convince Jiraya to write a book that wasn't about porn. It was called "The Tale of a Gutsy Ninja."
One by one, Naruto wiggled his way into Konoha's members hearts.
So, when Minato went to bid his son goodnight and founded him sprawled out on the ground, throat slit and a sword through his chest, you can imagine how he wept. How the village wept, because of the loss of the dazzling Namikaze heir who brought the light.
The only hint of whom the murder had been was the fact that the assailant cared to carve three perfectly symmetrical lines on each cheek.
And so, with his death, the lights which had been brought into people's lives vanished.
So Minato threw himself into his work while Kushina searched for answers. Tsunade returned to a life of drinking and gambling. Sakura and Ino stopped pursuing their dreams, and the Uchiha's grew impatient and angry. Jiraya returned to a career of perving around, and all the people who had once been greeted by the young boy began to darken.
And so when Sai came to the Hokage eight years later, holding a sketch of a young man who he had most certainly never met, the village was outraged. A portrait of what seemed to be the Fourth Hokage at first, but was later examined to seem much younger, and far more beautiful. With Kushina's angular cheekbones and slim shoulders and Minato's chiseled jaw line and rugged hair, it was no question who the drawing was of. Three identical scars adorned each cheek, and a bright smile was spread across the boy's handsome face.
Sai only wondered who the boy was. Why he continually was making his way from Sai's mind to paper. He showed the Hokage his sketchbook, full of dozens upon dozens of sketches of the same boy, over and over again. Different angles and different positions drawn elegantly spread across hundreds of pieces of paper.
The Hokage was frightened, wondered if it was a sign that Sai, who had never seen, much less heard about his son. The subject was taboo and Sai, who had only recently been introduced to a world outside Root, could have never ever understood who he was drawing.
Minato and Kushina watched as Sai sat in front of them, dragging his paintbrush across paper. Before they knew it, they were looking at another picture of their child.
"Lord Hokage, I haven't been able to draw anything other than this boy for weeks. Who is he?"
WTF is this I dunno but whatever this might be fun. I mean, it certainly hasn't been done before.