Hey guys!
So, I always wanted to write something about if the best Jonin had kids. Kakashi, Zabuza, and Anko are my favorites, so I'm writing a fic about theirs. I am still pretty new to all this, so I would appreciate it if nobody would give me flames.
I don't own naruto. If I did, then Kakashi wouldn't have beaten naruto by shoving his finger up his ass after reading porn.
The boy walked down the road, slowly, his white hair rustling in the breeze. Over his mouth was a black mask, and upon his forehead, a hidden leaf headband. He had no weapons on him, just these. He was young, about twelve. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes sad.
So alone.
He may not have looked like he was much more than a little sullen, but he had nobody left in the world anymore. He was so alone. His mother was already dead, his father didn't know he existed, he was all alone.
His fists clenched, and tears welled up in his eyes. He punched a tree, making his knuckles red. He let out a choked sob, drying his eyes. He remembered that crying was weakness, and if he was ever going to be anyone, he couldn't be weak.
"Hey, check it out!" A man said, "this kids crying!"
The boy looked up, at two shinobi, each wearing a Chunin flack jacket. They were older than the boy, obviously looking for some fun.
"Whassa matter, kid?" One said mockingly, "Mommy didnt buy you a lolly?"
The Boy trembled, at the mention of 'Mommy'. he remembered her blank, colorless face at her funeral. The life gone, his mother an empty shell. the blood roared in his ears, his rage building. He struck out at the man, his fist smashing the mans nose. Blood squirted out from the mashed nostrils, coloring his flack jacket with liquid and shame.
The man covered his nose, and back handed the boy with his other hand. The young boy fell hard, and then looked up, seeing the other one come at him with a kunai. He swiped up, but the boy moved. He dodged to the left, and to the right, avoiding the dangerous point.
Suddenly, his foot caught on a root, and he tripped. The ninja slashed at him. The kunai digging deep, as the sharp edge raked itself up into his eye socket. The point slashed across his left eye, destroying the cornea. The boy hollered out in pain, as blood flowed down his face in one straight line. He heard the two shinobi talking, vaguely, as they left.
He lay there, curled up in a ball, covering his eye. He whimpered, the pain eating, no, consuming, his face. He stayed there, holding his ruined eye. He wondered if things'd ever get better. His mother, Rin Nohara, had kept him a secret from his father. Why, he had no idea. Then, one day, she had died. She had been run through by her own partner, on a mission.
And now where could be go? His mother was dead, his father didn't know him, and his left eye was slashed. He had no way to go.
"Hello, little one." A deep voice said, suddenly. The boy glanced up, expecting to see the two shinobi. In their stead, he stared at the man in front of him. His face was obscured, and he wore a large coat. He looked down at him, peacefully, as if he were talking to a stray dog.
"Your eye." He said, kneeling. He reached for it, taking the boys hand away. He inspected the damage, and finally told him, "your eye is worthless now."
The boy was about to exhale in exasperation, or maybe cry out. The man cut him off before he could.
"But," the stranger said, " there is another way to have your sight again."
The strange man offered the boy his hand, and the boy took it, as if it were a reflex. Suddenly, reality distorted. It seemed as if the images and land he saw were being. . . warped! Sucked in a spiral motion of some sort. And when it finally became clear again, they were in a different place. Rain fell heavily upon the boys shoulders, soaking his hair. The sky was cloudy, and dark, much different. They stood inside a large garden, where two men lay. One had long, white hair, and the other had spiked, orange hair. The white haired one looked as if he was very skinny, and the orange haired one had piercings all along his body. The boy was surprised to find that the skinny ones left eye had been gouged out.
The strange man led the boy to the next body, and told him to stay still. He put two fingers on the boys upper eyelid, and his thumb on the lower one. He pressed, and with great pain, the boy felt his ruined eye leave the socket. The man placed it down, and then reached over to the other body. The boy saw the man move his elbows, indicating motion, and he came back with another eye.
"This will allow you to become a great ninja." He said, in a deep voice, "even greater than your father."
He pressed the new eye into the socket, and when the eyelid had closed over it, the man made some rapid hand signs. He put a hand over the boys eye, and there was a painful flash. The boy could practically feel the eyelid mending, and the new eye being accepted into the nervous system. He felt a sudden rush of energy, as if he could suddenly run a mile on his hands. What strange new eye was this? To give such immense power after such unimaginable pain?
When the strange man took his hand away, he hooked his fingers on the left side of the boys headband. He lowered it, until it covered the new eye. The boy was surprised to see he still had depth perception, and didn't have a blind spot, despite the headband. He looked up at the man, who said, "that eye gives you strength, but you should only use it when you really need it."
"Lets just keep this our little secret for now." The man said, patting the boys hair. Reality distorted again, and they were back in the forest.
"Thank you." The boy said, and the man told him, "it was nice to meet you, young man. Perhaps we'll see each other again, mr…"
"Hatake." The boy said, as he walked away, "Arashi Hatake."
POV switch
The mist hid him. The water in the air protected, shielded the boy from the world. It was his salvation, as it had been for all of his clan. For the mist held secrets. Secrets of all those who had lived and died in the mist.
The mist shinobi, the mizukage's, his father, Zabuza. All their voices whispered from within the mist. Talking, crying to the boy, driving him near insanity. For days on end, he would listen, hear their words until he cried out with anguish and collapsed.
His name was Kizuato Momochi, and he was the last of the Momochi clan. He was unknown, and unseen, learning all the ways of the mist. All the ways if his father.
His father had chosen Haku as his apprentice because Kizuato was not strong. That was the only explanation, wasn't it? Yes, Zabuza had no use for a weak son, a son that was a disgrace to the great ninja. He was a scar on the Momochi family. A disappointment to his father.
And so he trained himself. He practiced and practiced until he could create the hidden mist jutsu. And what he found was astounding. A Kekkei Genkai that was unknown to the Monochi's: the hidden mist jutsu itself. The waster style move that had made Zabuza such a formidable shinobi. All Momochi's possessed it to some degree, but only Kizuato had realized its full potential. Kizuato honed his skills, listening, feeling his way through his path. His hands moved to the hand signs naturally, as if they had always been that way. His chakra levels were weak, but he channeled them so easily. He became stronger, and stronger still, his muscles growing, chakra strengthening, senses heightening, until he believed himself as strong as his father. but when the mist lifted, he was still a boy, with a mans ideals.
He fought against many foes, each one defeating him with ease. He didn't stop fighting, until his body gave out, and he was forced to face the irrefutable truth.
He was still just a boy.
Kizuato could scream, in anger and frustration! His rage was great, as he confronted yet another foe! A leaf kunochi, lazily eating dumplings. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and her skin was pale. She wore a tan shirt, open with netted shirt visible inside. She wore a skirt, and her hair came over her headband.
Kizuato seized his chance, bursting from the trees, and attempting to kill the woman with a kunai. She caught his hand, not looking up from her dumplings. Kizuato was surprised at the strength in the woman's arm. He had leapt, full speed, down at her, and she had stopped him with one arm.
She threw him to the ground, and she said, taking a bite of her dumpling, "You'll need to do better than that."
He was taken aback a her calm attitude. A strange person had just leapt from the treeline, attempting to kill her, and yet she regarded him as if he had just asked her if she'd share.
He popped up to his feet, and charged her again. He swept his arm at her, the kunai pointed at her throat. She grabbed his wrist, and slid her hand up it, tearing the kunai from his hand. She whirled it in her fingers, and threw it at the ground, implying it next to his foot.
He punched at her head, but she easily caught his punch, and threw him to the ground again.
"I'm eating." She said, biting another dumpling. Kizuato slammed his fist into the ground in anger. The woman was mocking him now. He cursed his weakness. His father would have had her neatly in half by now. He jumped back to his feet, and began making rapid hand signs.
He focused his chakra, and said, "water dragon Jutsu!" From a puddle next to her, a small, water serpent erupted from it. He smiled, and directed it to her. It lurched, and shot forward, roaring.
The leaf ninja raised an arm, and several huge snakes rose from inside her sleeve, each as big as the water dragon. They plunged into the water dragon, tearing it back into the puddle it once was.
Kizuato was already breathing heavily, and he had used a great deal of his chakra. The woman had suffered no injuries, probably still had all her chakra, and was sipping tea.
"Listen kid," the woman told him, "You need to become stronger if you want to become a ninja."
"I am a ninja!" Kizuato said, defiantly.
"You're a boy." She said.
"I'm a person." He said, "And my name is Kizuato Momochi!"
She seemed surprised when he said Momochi, but she hid it well. She regarded him differently now, as if on guard.
"Well, Kizuato." She said, "If you want to become stronger, you'll need a sensei. Not me, of course, but someone strong." She wasn't talking to him, by now, she was just thinking out loud. Kizuato was calmer now, at such compassion from a complete stranger, much less one he had tried to kill.
"I've got it." She told him, and pointed westward, "go that way until you find a town. Search for someone named Tsunade. Tell them Anko sent you to be trained."
"And," she said, reaching into a pocket, "you're a mist ninja, so you'll need this."
She held out a mist shinobi headband, new and shiny. He had no idea how she'd gotten it, but he had a hunch she probably took it from someone she killed.
"Why?" He asked, confused.
"Because I have an eye for talent." She said, "and the world needs more good shinobi."
He took it, and looked down at his reflection in it. His eyes traced over the bandages he wore over his mouth, his short, spiked black hair, and his black, dead eyes. He had tried to look like his father, as if that would bring him closed to being him. He still looked nothing like the mist ninja, but it was a start.
"Thank-" he began, but when he looked up, Anko was gone. It was as if she had never been there, except for the stick her dumpling was on, stuck into a tree, pinning a leaf there.
His eyes narrowed, and his brow knitted. As he tied the mist headband around his head, pulling it to one side, he vowed that one day, he would be the demon hiding in the mist. He would no longer be the scar of the Momochi. He would be everything he'd ever wanted, and finally bring peace to his father.
POV switch
Sukeru Mitarashi ran through Konoha, smiling wildly. She was so excited, she had tripped several times. Her mom had finally let her become a Genin. She just wanted to be able to walk down the street, and hear, "there goes Sukeru." Instead of, "there goes anko's daughter."
She wanted to make her own name in the ninja world. She wanted to be her own person, and not just someone's daughter. And most of all, she wanted to learn all the secrets of the shinobi.
She ran up to the Hokage building, panting. She quickly checked her reflection in a puddle, making sure she looked good.
She had dressed like her mom, so she might look intimidating. People were always so afraid of her, maybe that could rub off on Sukeru. She wore her hair back in a pony, with her moms outfit that she'd shrunk in the wash.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, Sukeru wasn't so sure. She had come here because she wanted to separate herself from her moms image, but she looked like she was just trying to be more like her. She had spent her whole life in someone else's shadow, finally being able to come forward, and the image she picked was her mom?
"Sukeru?" A woman said, waking her from her thoughts. She turned, and saw it was Shuzine, the Hokage's assistant or something. She was a fair-skinned woman of average height and slender build with black eyes and hair. Her hair was straight and shoulder-length with bangs that covered her ears and framed her face.
"Hi!" Sukeru said, running up to her, "I'm here to begin my training!"
"I'm sure you are." Shuzine said, smiling warmly, "Lady Tsunade is already on the roof, why don't you go join her?"
"Thanks Shuzine!" Sukeru said over her shoulder, speeding off to the building. She was about to burst with excitement. She was actually about to be trained, taken seriously, as a real ninja. She ran up the stairs so fast, she bumped into Ebisu and made him spill a huge stack if papers. She apologized over her shoulder, as he flung insults and threats. She ran up the last flight of stairs, her coat flapping behind her. She flung open the door, dramatically, but tripped on the last step. She flew forward, and slid across the floor, tumbling until she came to a stop. She coughed up some dust, and looked up.
Tsunade was giving her a look that was either disappointment, trying not to laugh, or holding in a fart. She was apparently giving a lecture to two boys, who were standing in front of her. One had white hair, and was pretty tall. He wore a mask over his mouth and nose, and his headband was tilted over his left eye. He wore gloves that had steel plates over them, and a black ninja uniform.
The other one was even taller, and had a muscular but skinny build. He had spiked black hair, and a mist headband that was tilted sideways. He wore a black sleeveless, with the arm-warmer's of the mist village. His mouth was covered too, with bandages that hung loosely around his neck.
For some reason, they looked familiar, but more than all, scary looking, even for Genin. She smiled, and tried to look ready, not something easy to do when you're sprawled on the ground.
"Sukeru, get up." Tsunade sighed. She ran into the line, and stood at attention. As Tsunade continued lecturing, Sukeru whispered to her new teammates, "Psst. I'm Sukeru Mitarashi."
"I'm Arashi Hatake." The white haired boy said.
"Kizuato Momochi." The other one said.
She smiled. She was now a member of a team. A real live ninja team.
Mmmkay, that's all I got right now. this chapter was only this long because I split it into three different parts. I don't tink I can make the others this long, but each will be AT LEAST one thousand words. Will you guys also give me some reviews, too? I mean, seriously, I can see how many views this gets. The number of reviews relative to that number will determine how long until the next chapter.
Okay, G'bye.
