A.N-Okay, so this is the first of many chapters of this story, let me know what you think feedback is always appreciated
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Chapter One
The Land of Waves was in an uproar. A large unmarked ship carrying hundreds of refugees from a far off country had suddenly appeared. The Mizukage was called out of a very important meeting to deal with this. Fishermen couldn't get out of port to the sea and it was drastically slowing incoming business. A ship full of people with deeply tanned skin, gray hair, and red eyes. All the villagers were enraged by the sudden appearance but they were also all curious to learn where this strange vessel had come from. On the ship a solo man walked the upper deck to the very front of the ship. He was an old and wise man, his long beard going to his hunched chest. He had to use a firm walking cane to support himself as he moved. He took in a deep breath of the salty air "The smell of a new home, wouldn't you agree," he said as he looked over his shoulder ", Scar?"
Another man emerged from the shadows of the ship. He walked to the side of the hunched old man. The large X-shaped scar between his eyes his namesake. He looked at the older man with a look full of worry and respect. He looked out over the village of Kirigakure, or as much of it as he could see from their vantage point. He took in the air "It smells of hope," the old man looked at him as he lied.
The older man chuckled and smiled a big grin "You'll see soon enough Scar, this place will be a new place for us Ishvalans," his grin faded as thoughts of their old lands flooded into his mind. He sighed as Scar realized why his mood changed "It will never replace our homelands though, but it seems that is no longer an option."
Scar looked out over the village once more "It will do, I'm sure many of our men will be more than happy to learn the art of fishing."
The old man laughed gleefully. It would certainly be a sight to see, a desert people learning to be fishermen. He then turned to his young disciple "Yes," he said as he eyed the taller man's right arm ", And hopefully they will be an accepting tribe."
Scar followed the old man's gaze "Perhaps," he looked out over the mass gathering of people ", Only God knows."
The old man smiled "Of course." Scar watched as the old man began to walk away. "Come," the old man said to him as he was leaving ", It is time we introduced ourselves, and I'd like for you to be apart of our initial meeting party."
Scar bowed humbly "I would be honored."
"Then hurry along," the old man said as he quickened his pace ", Mustn't keep our new village mates waiting."
Scar followed alongside the old man as they walked to the exit of the ship. There were two Ishvalan men standing by the door waiting to let it down and a third one looking out a hole in the side. When he saw Scar and the elder walk up he turned suddenly "Sir," he said to the elder with a bow ", We have an issue, the people outside they're getting angry, there are many fishermen who can't leave port because of our ship."
Scar looked at the elder who gave a simple nod. Scar took that as his queue. He walked back up to the top of the ship and grabbed two Ishvalan warriors as he went. The three of them went to the edge of the ship and leapt off toward the land. They pushed through the crowd until the reached where the door of the ship would come down. Using themselves as a barricade they pushed the crowd back, allowing enough room for the door to swing down. Soon a woman with bright red hair arrived at the edge of the crowd. Scar placed his hand in front of her. She looked at him with a glare "What is this, who are you people?"
Scar looked her over, feeling no immediate threat from her he spoke, "We are the Ishvalan people, we come from a continent many days travel from here, we seek to join your village."
The red haired woman looked at a much older man standing next to her. The old man nodded and they both turned back to Scar "Are you their leader?"
"No," a voice from behind Scar said. All three people looked back to see the elder walking up with another man. He was completely bald and had a thick moustache. Scar's master. The elder walked up with a smile "I am their leader," he said warmly.
The woman pushed past Scar and stood in front of the elder "Please sir, can you please tell me what your reasons are for wanting to join our village?"
The elder laughed cheerfully. He sighed as he finished his laugh "I'm sure you already knew this but this is the only port on this continent in at least a three day's sail."
The woman smiled "That's true," she said with a laugh. She turned to the old man who was with her and nodded ", Well sir, you and your clan are always welcome in Kirigakure."
The elder opened his eyes and cocked his head at her "Clan?"
She looked down at him confused "Yes, you all look the same, are you not all a part of the same clan?"
The man with the moustache stepped forward and leaned to the elder's ear "A strange place we've come to port master," he whispered ", It seems it is more akin to Xing."
The elder nodded "It is possible," he said deeply contemplating things ", That we have sailed around the world and arrived at Xing." He looked back at the woman who still had a confused look plastered on her face "Ma'am, we are a people composed of many families, we have made a mass pilgrimage to your lands after our homeland was taken from us. We are the last of the Ishvalan people. Our numbers count in the hundreds."
The woman nodded sadly and turned to her adviser "What do you think, they are not all apart of the same clan yet they all look alike and after what he just said we can't in all good consciences turn them away."
The elder stepped forward "If the ship is a problem," he said interrupting the middle of the Mizukage and her adviser's conversation ", Scar here can dispose of the ship once we have removed our belongings from the inside."
The Mizukage looked at her adviser who gave an approving nod. She smiled at the elder and nodded. The elder turned to the ship and waved his people out. The hundreds of Ishvalan refugees all began to exit the ship. When everyon was off they went through the process of making sure everyone had their possessions before telling Scar that it was time. The tall Ishvalan man walked to the front of the ship. He laid out a plank and several Ishvalan men held it in place while he walked to the very tip of it. Once there he rolled up his sleeve and placed his hand on the ship. Red lightning danced over his arm as the tattoo there began to glow red. Within seconds the ship began to disappear into nothingness. Pieces of lumber dropping into the sea as the big wooden vessel collapsed on itself. All the villagers of Kirigakure looked on, astonished. It was the most incredible ninjutsu any of them had ever seen. The Mizukage walked up to the elder and knelt beside him "Is this the skill of the Ishvalan people?" she asked bewilderedly.
The elder chuckled "No, no, Scar here is one of a kind and the source of his power is a dark secret, you'd be best to avoid asking him of it."
The Mizukage nodded understandingly as she stared, still completely awestruck at the Ishvalan man who was now walking off his plank. Several of the Ishvalan people were bringing the broken pieces of ship out of the water. Some of the mist villagers decided to help out in the process. Scar rejoined his master and the elder alongside the Mizukage. She extended her hand to Scar "I am Mei Terumi, 5th Mizukage and leader of this village."
Scar raised an eyebrow at her introduction. He politely shook her hand but part of him still wanted to know something ", 5th?"
Mei grinned and nodded "All the previous Mizukage's have died."
The elder looked at her with a sly grin "So that would mean you're on the same level as Fuhrer Bradley?" The woman looked at him confused, there was much the two nations could teach one another "Oh," the old man said ", How careless of me. The Fuhrer is the leader of a country, in this village you have the power of Fuhrer."
Mei grinned sadly "Unfortunately," she said ", The Daimyo has that power, I control this village, they control the Land of Waves."
Scar's master stepped forward "I see, well, in any case," he began with a humble bow ", We appreciate your hospitality."
She nodded approvingly, allowing him to stand straight once again. The three men took their leave to tend to the Ishvalan people. Mei followed with them, still eager to learn what secrets Scar held in his mystical jutsu. Meanwhile a man made his way through the crowd. Pushing his way toward the back he didn't care who he pushed over in the process. Once he was clear of the crowd he made his way through the seemingly empty village. Most everyone was in attendance at the arrival of the Ishvalans, only a few citizens who didn't care who or what was in the ship stayed to manage their businesses and in their homes. The violet haired man reached The Great Naruto Bridge and began crossing it. When he reached the other side he went directly to a small wooden shack just outside the forest. He pushed the door open. There was already a man sitting on the floor, his back turned to the man in the doorway "What do you want Alfred?"
The violet haired man scowled at the man in the floor. He had sandy shoulder length brown hair and his shirtless back was pale. The violet haired man tossed off his long white cloak and walked directly to the man in the floor "He wasn't on the ship!" he shouted angrily at the man who was calmly sitting there.
The man in the floor grinned and turned his black eyes on Alfred. He met the younger man's purple eyes and grinned slyly "I know, it's what he wants you and everyone else to believe. Trust me kiddo, when he's ready to make the first move he'll make it, until then we've got work to do." Suddenly Alfred's attention was drawn to a shadowy mass on the floor. The pale man ripped the sheet from over the corpse. Alfred covered his mouth to keep from puking. The man sighed as he ran his hand over the dead body "Honestly, kiddo, you'd think you'd be used to it by now."
Alfred uncovered his mouth "The sight isn't what bothers me, it's that unholy smell."
The pale man laughed loudly. He shook his head and looked at Alfred. He stood to meet his height. Alfred looked down at something else that caught his sight. One of his companion's legs was completely bare, no muscle, no veins, no skin, nothing, simply starched white bone. The pale man smiled and he followed Alfred's gaze "Ah this, I see you've noticed the outcome of my little procedure. Our last follower was missing a great deal of flesh," he said as he began to laugh ", But don't worry, I had more that enough to make up for it." As he finished speaking he laughed maniacally. A warped sense filled his cold blank stare. The he stopped laughing and looked at his younger companion "Speaking of our follower, he's outside somewhere, perhaps you should say hello. Jack's got work to do inside. Don't be a little shocked if I'm missing the flesh off my other leg when you get back," he glanced down at the body on the floor ", This one's gonna need a lot of it."
Alfred nodded in acknowledgement. He was accustomed to his companion's odd behavior. He merely turned and walked back outside. He took a look around trying to find his newest teammate. Seeing no one he was about to go back inside. Then the first scream sounded out. He never got used to that sound. Slowly the screams of pain turned into an almost demonic squealing laughter. The masochistic tendencies of his immortal cohort both baffled and disturbed him. Alfred turned back to continue his search for his new teammate, trying to ignore the sounds of gleeful pain coming from inside the tiny shack. Then he spotted someone across the road sitting alone on a rock. He smiled and walked over. He grinned up at the boy, they were around the same age, if anything Alfred was just a year older. The other boy turned to him, his pure white hair falling gracefully off his shoulder as he did. His jade green eyes burned with some unknown emotion. It wasn't hatred, or joy. Not fear, nor sorrow, but it wasn't blank. The red markings under his eyes and on his forehead were unmistakable. Alfred commended his teammate, Jack, on his ability to locate useful corpses, and this one must have been a rather difficult one to locate. Alfred politely extended his hand for a shake "My name is Alfred, and you would be?"
The white haired boy looked down at him from his rock. He slid down to meet him and politely shook his hand "My name…" he hesitated. Jack could bring back any corpse, as long as he had the flesh to give to them and the sheer force of will it took not to lose your soul in the process, but he had a hard time piecing together their memories. That in itself was useful and dangerous. Its use lied in the fact that without memories the person is easy to mold, with fragmented memories they are less easy but willing to follow. Its danger came in the fact that if someone that knew this person, while they were alive, happened to be on the opposing side they might be able to make them remember their former life.
Alfred grinned at his new teammate. He had the same problem when Jack resurrected him "Don't worry," he said assuringly ", Your memories will come back to you soon enough. Your name though, that's important, if you've truly forgotten…"
"My name," the boy said interrupting "Is Kimimaro…Kimimaro Kaguya…"
Alfred smiled "So," he said devilishly ", You do remember…how much more do you remember?"
Kimimaro thought for a moment. Sand. The last thing he remembered was sand. Red hair. A boy with red hair was controlling the sand. Gaara. The boy's name was Gaara. Kimimaro looked at the violet haired boy "I remember who killed me…His name is Gaara of the Desert. I must have my vengeance."
Alfred waved him off rudely "Don't worry about Gaara, the real one you should worry about is Naruto…do you remember Naruto?"
Before Kimimaro could answer Jack stuck his head out of the curtain they used for a door "Yo Alfred, come say hello to our newest teammate, tell Kimi to come too."
Alfred looked at his new teammate who only responded with an uninterested nod. The two boys walked back to the shack and entered the dark room. Alfred's eyes widened in shock. The body had been completely unrecognizable before. Kimimaro also had a look of awe in his eyes. Jack stepped to the side, both his bone feet clicking against the hard wood floor. Alfred fell to his knees in reverence of the man standing before him "Your feats are legendary master…"
The tall man standing before him groaned "Feats?"
Jack chuckled "It seems our friend doesn't remember much of his previous life," he said with a mischievous chuckle ", Perhaps…" he walked over to a second sheet covered body and removed the cover unleashing yet another awful stench on the room. He turned to the tall man "Maybe the sight of this one will jog your memory?"
The tall man staggered over to the body on the floor. His newly resurrected eyes widened. He remembered the form laying on the ground, the events that took the poor person's life and the brats that did it. A scowl came over his face and his fist clenched into white knuckled fists. Both Alfred and Kimimaro looked at the man as he knelt down beside his fallen comrade "Haku…I remember…"
Jack smiled evilly "Good…Zabuza." He turned to the other two men in the room "Unfortunately I can't resurrect Haku just yet."
Zabuza grabbed his shoulder viciously "Why not!"
Jack grinned and trembled under Zabuza's strength "Because," he said looking down at his legs ", With out an appropriate amount of fresh flesh I can't do it and if I give up any more of mine it will be a risk to myself, which in turn will be risk to both you and Kimimaro here."
Zabuza looked at the white haired boy. He thought about Jack's words "So," he said calmly as he released the pale man's shoulder ", All you need is fresh flesh?"
Jack nodded with an evil smile on his face "Preferably still living, we don't want to graft more dead flesh on an already dead body do we?" Alfred chuckled at Jack's comment. Both of the other men looked at him with a silent anger. He stepped back defensively. Jack stepped forward "Also, if I were you I wouldn't take the flesh from either of these gentlemen here, they too are just walking cadavers. So, Zabuza, what say you go out and stretch your legs and collect me some fresh flesh?"
The tall man nodded "Where's my sword?"
Jack thought for a moment then a devious plan hit his mind "The Guillotine…last I heard in was in the hands of Suigetsu Hozuki, who last I remembered was with Sasuke Uchiha, the man who killed Orochimaru…" He paused at the end, carrying out his words trying to make them more effective to the ears of both newly resurrected men.
Kimimaro looked at Jack with shock and confusion. Zabuza growled and went toward the door. Jack placed a hand on both their shoulders to stop Zabuza and Kimimaro who was about to follow "Don't be so hasty Zabuza, that team will tear you to shreds, you'll get your sword back, but only after you learn a few new jutsus. In the meantime, go out and show me the strength of Zabuza, after all, the true strength lies in the man not the weapon."
Zabuza grunted and exited the shack heading toward the forest. Jack nodded at Kimimaro, a simple command that told the boy to follow him. Alfred stepped alongside his comrade "Leader, does he know of your little...team building activities?"
Jack chuckled and looked at his legs "I offered to do it. While they're out, I'll need some ingredients. Leader wants to form a team, an unbreakable, unwavering, unkillable, team…so far I think my candidates are very much suited for the job. There are still a couple of bodies I must exhume, and then there are the ones I need to create."
Alfred raised an eyebrow at his teammates statement "Create?"
Jack laughed and exited the shack. The sun was going down. Zabuza and Kimimaro most likely wouldn't be back until the following morning. He looked around "Leader approaches."
Alfred quickly ran out of the shack and looked around. He hadn't yet seen their powerful leader. He looked both ways then saw a figure approaching from the village. He focused and couldn't believe what he saw. The Ishvalan elder. The old man approached the shack and eyed both Jack and Alfred "Jack," the old man said ", This boy, is Alfred the Slasher?" Alfred grinned wickedly and held up his hand, a large metal gauntlet with clawed fingers. The old man smiled slyly "I see…" he turned back to Jack ", And how goes the team crafting? You remember my requests I'm sure."
Jack nodded "Yes master." Alfred was shocked that Jack called anyone master. He also seemed much less like his normal self in this old man's presence. "I have resurrected Zabuza and Kimimaro. When you are ready I will begin creating the False Ones."
Alfred looked at both men in the moonlight. This conversation was confusing him. What was their plan? Who were the False Ones? He hated being out of the loop. The elder looked at Alfred "You," he said addressing the boy ", I saw you in town…you're shocked by the appearance of this body aren't you." Alfred nodded honestly. He could very honestly say this was unexpected. The frail old man didn't seem to be the power exuding leader Jack praised so often. "Well," the old man said with a smile ", I can't shed this decrepit form until its run of use has ended, for now I yet have reason to wear it. Perhaps if you're still alive I'll show you my true form." Jack chuckled at his master's statement. The old man waved him to cease then looked back at him "I must get back to the village, after all if an old man is on a walk to long, prying eyes may come looking for him. As soon as Zabuza and Kimimaro return I want you to head to our second hideout. Resurrect the immortal before I come to meet you."
Jack knelt in a bow "Yes master." Alfred did the same while still looking at the old man before him.
The elder motioned for them both to stand "Our time is at hand…in one month's time I will be able to enact phase one of my plan. A new glorious golden age shall commense and I shall rule over a new land. Be ready men…your roles are most crucial, for what is a king without his knights?" As he walked away he chuckled to himself.
Alfred stood as he watched the man leave. Jack followed him in standing and turned back into the shack. The violet haired boy ran into the shack after him "Have you seen his true form? Is it true what I've heard, that he is ageless?"
Jack laughed at his younger comrade. He looked at the boy with a sinister smile "You'll know soon enough kiddo…until then, save the questions, they make you seem, what's the word," he struggled to find the right word to use then snapped as the word entered his mind ", Fanboyish…and we don't want that."
Alfred nodded and bowed humbly "Yes sir, may I ask who the False Ones are?"
Jack laughed "You'll find out at the other hideout," as he spoke he held up a vial of bright red liquid…blood. Alfred looked at the small amount of blood in the vial. What would it do, and who were the False Ones? For the young killer there were to many questions and no answers were being given. He only hoped he wasn't being deceived into service. He watch as Jack walked to a small mat in the corner "Yo kiddo, you better get some sleep we got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow." Alfred nodded and took off his gauntlet. He looked at his hand underneath. "Does it hurt?" he heard Jack say.
He grinned as he continued to look at the disfigured flesh "Every day…" he responded to his teammate.
He then heard a chuckle come from the mat on the floor "Lucky…"
Alfred turned away from his comrade and laid out on his own mat. He looked out the only opening of the shack, the small gap under the curtain. The moon was shining bright. He rolled over to avoid the light of the moon. When he did he looked at saw Haku's decayed remains laying in the floor. A part of him wanted to sleep outside, the other part was frozen as the cold, empty eyes stared at him. He closed his eyes but could still feel them on him. He could also feel Jack's cold and uncaring smile. Alfred was renowned in Amestris as one of the most brutal and savage killers ever brought to justice and yet among his new team he felt like he was the nicest. Then he thought of his leader. A man he knew so little about, who the world knew so little about, yet Jack feared him. Whatever his plans were, whatever his goal, Alfred had no doubt in his mind that he could accomplish it, no matter who stood in his way.
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That's chapter one, I guess this is where I do the "Next time on!" thing so here it is
"Next time on Take it All Back! Naruto and co. are celebrating a special occasion but across the hidden leaf Jack is enacting his next part in the construction of his master's team! And Zabuza as a little unfinished business with a certain white haired ninja! Tune in next week to find out what happens!"
There you have it thanks for reading, be sure to review so I know if what I'm doing here is all cool and what not. I promise there will be more Edward and Naruto coming up for now though I'm just setting up future events and showing off my OCs. By the way Jack, Alfred, and the big bad villain man are all mine.
