Prologue
Hello everyone! This is my first time writing a story here. Up until now I've been doing most of my work on Wattpad since I could never really figure out how to do my work here but now that I have that fixed I hope that I can be a writer whose stories are enjoyed by their readers.
This story is rated M for language, violence and sexual content but I DO NOT write lemons. Any sexual content, which I hope is just written once in this story, is to aid to the plot and not to the minds of lecherous readers.
"Speech"
"Thoughts"
"Non-human speech"
"Non-human thoughts"
"Jutsu"
Third person POV
A young boy could be seen running from the Land of Mist. And for good reason. The current Mizukage had started the bloodline purge, in which anyone with a bloodline or kekkei genkai was killed in order to, "Bring stability to kirigakure." Some tried fighting back like the Kaguya clan but they were all finished off quickly. As such the best hope for those with bloodlines was to lay low.
This boy was fleeing Kirigakure to avoid getting killed amongst the bloody carnage of it's war, or worse yet, be trained to kill for kirigakure. After all, for him, a bloodline carrier, to stay in Kiri would be to just wait to be killed. Unfortunately though it wasn't as easy as he planned with the jonin squad after him.
The plan was as simple as getting out of kiri using his family's bloodline, the ghost step. It was the ability to move through any area without making noise, even if they were to run on water, and once the bloodline matured enough it would allow the user to go through solid objects such as walls. The best part though, was that the users chakra would go undetected. Unfortunately though, only being ten, the boy had yet to be able to make his chakra go undetected, and as such had been caught only a few meters away from the gate!
The moment he was noticed he had one of the Mizukage's best jonin squads after him who were relentless in their attempts to bring him back dead or alive. Sadly for him though, they had chosen the latter of the two.
They were trying to kill him with everything they had in their pouches, from simple kunai to demon windmill shuriken.
"Get back here you scum, we're going to kill you one way or another or even better yet, we'll bring you back to be trained to kill the others!" Said one of the jonin, appearing in front of the boy who, despite bending backwards, still got slashed from his collar bone to his cheek bone by the shuriken as a trail of blood began to trickle down his face and body, the blood making his shirt wet.
The boy spat at him with hate. "I'd rather die before killing them, and their families. They have done nothing wrong to the village and to kill them would be to kill my own."
"Have it your way then." The boy then got slashed on the right arm by another of the jonin. He cried out in pain which only seemed to encourage them even more.
"Oh yes keep crying and screaming. Then once we're done killing you, we'll drag your dead body, spreading the blood for all to see in Kiri." One of them said while they continued throwing weapons at the boy who somehow dodged them, however painful it was to his body that stung where he'd been injured.
However, as he kept running his legs began to burn as though fire swept through his blood. His breathing began to become labored as time went on, he was losing the energy to run.
It wasn't long after that his body could go no further than he pushed it to and he fell face first on the ground. At this point in time he was so close to reaching the border between the land of water and the land of fire, he roughly only had a kilometer to go before he was safe. He could even see in the distance what Konohagakure calls the valley of the end, then beyond that, the forest that leads to the village.
As he fell the jonin were already upon him holding their weapons, which to him, were his soon-to-be death.
"Looks like we finally caught up to you doesn't it, you little shit!" One of them said to him. This had been the most persistent and ruthless of the jonin, but she was also the squad leader so the others had to follow her lead as she approached him, going behind her to ensure he didn't get up and try to run.
The boy had known her seeing how she was there that day, the day his parents were killed. In fact she had been the one to do it, starting with his father then following later with his mother. He had to watch as, with the most sadistic smile and laugh, she repeatedly stabbed his parents bodies, even after the life had left their eyes.
But now he was her target as she began to walk towards him with the same smile and laugh that haunted his sleep since she killed his parents.
"So many ways that I can play with you." She began, turning his body to face her. "But how should I? That's where the problem is, there's so many fun ways to do that. I could stab you and be done with it, after all, you are HER son! But you also look so much like your father, I couldn't bear to kill the last part of him. So that still leaves my question, what to do with you?" She began to think as the boy whimpered.
"That's it!" She finally screamed, pulling off the ten year olds shirt.
She then backed away from him and went through several handseals. "Water style: water dragon jutsu!" and after that, from the river that flows from the valley of the end, a dragon of water was made. It hit the boy with the force of a train as he screamed in pain.
"That's it! That's it scream for me brat!" The crazy jonin said as she began to walk towards him with a kunai in hand. "Let me tell you something about me, my first affinity is lightning, and seeing how you are wet now, this is going to hurt a lot." And she began to pump her lightning based chakra into the kunai to the point small arcs of lighting danced across it.
Then the pain began as she pressed the kunai into his skin. Not deep enough to puncture veins, but deep enough to draw small trickles of blood. But the electricity flowing into his body made him spasm in pain as his nerves were shocked. He screamed even more loudly than when the water dragon slammed into him, which only seemed to encourage the jonin to continue her actions.
He didn't know how much time was passing as he laid there, he could only feel the pain his body was in as the electricity that flowed through his body was amplified by the water he had been hit with in the beginning.
It was long after nightfall that he began to notice the fact that his body stopped spasming, or that the jonin had all retired for the night, probably thinking he would not wake up until the next day. He sat up, as much as it pained him to, and inspected the state his body was in. He could see thin scratches across his arms and torso, and he noticed that the slash he received from him collar bone to cheek bone, as well as the slash across his arm, had scabbed over.
It was after this that he came to his decision, he would start walking now while the jonin were all asleep, and hopefully reach Konoha by sunrise.
An hour or so later he passed the border and was internally leaping in joy, he had escaped Kiri alive! When he reached the valley of the end he took the time to wash his injuries in an effort to make sure they would not become infected and his shirt to get rid of the blood. He then drank from the river and continued to tread towards his destination.
When the boy finally reached the village hidden in the leaves, the sun had almost fully risen and he was close to passing out from the exhaustion and blood loss. He had opened that longest slash of his that went from collar bone to cheek bone as he had gone through the forest and reopened many of the cuts that the crazy jonin have him, causing him to become tired from the loss of blood.
"Heh, she must have completely lost it when she woke up and saw that I fled. What I'd give to have seen the look on her face." He thought.
Meanwhile at the village gates a couple of shinobi were having their own thoughts that they voiced with each other.
"This is so boring, eh Izumo. No one's passed through the gate yet. I wanna get to the action already!" One of them said.
"Shut up Kotetsu, every time you say that something happens. Besides I want to go through a normal day please and I don't need you to jinx it" Said Izumo.
"Oh but what's the worst that could possibly happen." Kotetsu said sarcastically.
They then hear footsteps and question, "Who's there?" Followed by, "Holy mother of Kami!" When they see the state the boy is in.
From what they can tell he's roughly 140 centimeters, (or 4"6 for those who don't know the metric system) is about nine or ten, has a mop of medium brown hair that reaches his shoulders, and dark, purple eyes. Oh, and did they forget to mention that he looks like he came out of a battlefield?
"What business do you have in Konoha and who are you?" They demand, trying to figure out just what in the world was going on.
The boy then proceeded to answer, "Name's Tamashī... I'm ten... Kirigakure... Bloodline Purge..." And with that he finally passed out.
"Stupid Kotetsu, every time you complain something happens and what was that last comment again!" Izumo yelled.
"Alright, alright, I got it already don't complain about guard post. So, you think we should call Hokage-sama?" Kotetsu asked.
"No need to, you speak of the devil and there he is." Izumo stated, because there was the man in question who had been out with Naruto, who he saw like his own grandson, when he heard the guards' scream of "Holy mother of Kami." Because of that he gave the boy enough money to buy what he'd like and left Inu, one of his most trusted ANBU, to look after Naruto. He sadly never saw the mischievous grin his surrogate grandson had.
His name was Hiruzen Sarutobi and he was the sandaime Hokage of Konoha. He was dressed in the white and red robes with a hat that had the kanji for fire that all his fellow Hokage's wore while they led Konoha. "What happened here?" He asked them, though the way he nodded towards Tamashī, and the look in his eyes told the two of them that was an offer.
"Hokage-sama." They both answered. "This boy, Tamashī, he said his name was, came here from Kiri and mentioned something of bloodline purges." The wise, old man knew what was going on almost at once. He had heard of the growing tension between the Mizukage and bloodline holders, but he didn't expect for a purge to begin.
"Judging by the state he is in, this boy was probably amongst the bloodline users, but which bloodline he has shall be found out in time." The man thought.
"Very well then he shall stay here, and, should he choose to, be trained to be a shinobi of Konoha. While I take him to the hospital I can trust the two of you to continue the good work right?" Hiruzen said.
"Yes Hokage-sama!" Kotetsu and Izumo replied.
After giving them a nod he picked up Tamashī and began his rush to the hospital. As he did a chunin from the Nara clan appeared in front of him and said, "Sir he's gotten my clan!"
Hiruzen gave a tired sigh. "This kind of annoyance will never end will it?" He thought to himself. He then made a shadow clone to take care of the issue while he rushed Tamashī to the hospital.
"How bad is the damage this time? What has Naruto done?" The clone said.
The chunin was attempting not to cry as he gave his statement but wasn't doing too good a job. "Sir, Naruto snuck his way into our compound and spiked all of the boys' and mens' drinks with large doses of caffeine. Now the lot of them are desperately trying to get sleep even if it mean knocking themselves unconscious! A few have already succeeded in fact. All the while the women of the clan are making the most of this by making their sons do extra work and as for their husbands." He let himself be silent as his face drained of color. "Well they're pulling them into their rooms and tying them down to the beds. The moaning has already taken the peace out of doing nothing, please sir I beg of you, make it end!" He screamed.
Clone Hiruzen felt his face get warm as a small trickle of blood fell from his nose.
"Oh Naruto, you really are so much like your mother it scares me. The two of you have given me more paperwork on your own than even the counsil has." Hiruzen's clone thought.
"I'm sorry but I am unable to interfer in clan business as written by our law." He said as the chunin fell further into tears. He then poofed out of existence as the original gained his memories.
After leaving the chunin the real Hiruzen continued his way to the hospital and eventually made it there. He placed Tamashī under the care of the staff and told them to notify him when the boy woke up. After all, he needed to get some answers from him and he intended to get them all.
It was at that moment that he got his clone's memories and began to cry, wondering why Naruto couldn't let him get a day's rest.
And that closes the prologue of this book. I hope to get reviews from you be in any form and I'll incorporate those reviews as best as possible.
On another note, if anyone can show me the ropes around here that would be greatly appreciated. Seeing how I'm just copying, pasting, and editing my chapters from Wattpad I'll be back soon so see ya then!
