Summary: Mistakes committed by the 'Gods' and 'Goddesses' result in Naruto receiving punishment for his tenant's sins. Couple with years of abuse by his very own village Naruto is lead to a crossroads in his life. Where his choice will have many unforeseen Impacts of the world.
A/N: This idea plagued me ½ a year ago. I wrote the story out but now after rereading it I'm redoing the story all over from scratch.
The language used by the twelve is English in reverse. Though I doubt many will read this so hehe :P
Disclaimer: I hereby claim that I do not in any shape or from own Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. The ideas and storyline are mine though.
Important: I want to focus more on one story instead of splitting my attention. This way I can better immerse myself in my story lines. So to prevent mix-ups and confusions(more on my side) I'll be focusing on my other story instead. On a side note if I do get free time and a break from my busy routine I may update this story occasionally.
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Chapter 1: Some mistakes are graver than others.
"There are so many ways of being despicable it quite makes one's head spin. But the way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain."
― James Baldwin
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Prologue: Ignorance and human nature.
A man laughed cruelly at what was ongoing in front of him while enjoying many luxuries. Cool weather soaked up while on a bed made of the finest of materials. Exotic fruits that never seemed to run out and refreshing water from a source that seemed infinite. He watched as countless people suffered in hell through an orb given to every soul who made it to heaven while sipping fine wine.
In another fiery dimension the cries of many tortured souls could be heard. Yet the most dominant cries were begs of forgiveness from those who were repentant and those of why from those who had forgotten how long and why they were tortured so.
Three beings of power long forgotten and were merely uttered in legends met up. Weary and tired for performing their duties. They met up for the first time in millenniums for they had finally found the answer to their own prayers. The creation of the Angels, the Devils and the Fated Judges. Where the Angels would guard heaven, the Devils guard hell and the Judges guarding the crossroads of heaven, hell, limbo and earth.
"I believe we can finally take our long deserved rest my dear sisters."
"Tousan would be proud of us wouldn't he?"
"He will, wherever he is out there…"
It had never occurred to them that despite their power and wisdom that their idea wasn't perfect.
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"Die Demon Brat!"
"Murderer! You deserve to rot in hell!"
"Monster!"
The villagers of 'Konoha no Sato' continued to hurl insults and curses while chasing an innocent boy. The ninja and civilians of the village were no different in their treatment of the boy as they all chased the boy as a single collective. The boy's own guards were no different as they joined the mob forgetting their vows and oaths sworn.
Closing in towards the only family who ever accepted him he failed to notice something was off. He did not notice the seals littered around the area, nor the smirk of the ninja who were standing outside with their hands in a seal.
"Katsu!"
He did however notice the explosion which went off, as the humble ramen establishment turned into a giant fireball. He froze on the spot as despair clutched around his heart. Unfortunately for him the crowd was not fazed by the explosion, instead they seemed to grow more excited as they saw the boy suffer. No sounds escaped him as they caught up, not even a squeak when they started to hurl their fists and legs towards him, not as much as a groan when they connected with numerous parts of his young tender body. An especially brutal kick sent him flying and smashing into a wall. When the sounds of metal being drawn resonated about the boy merely closed his eyes as he awaited the pain. Oddly enough he heard someone land in front of him as the person's blade blocked the first blow. Everyone paused for a moment.
The figure was garbed entirely in black with greyish guards over joints and vital areas. The only distinctive features were an eagle ANBU mask and long green hair that fell to her mid-back. The boy's eyes widened as he saw who it was, he knew she was here to protect him, the only one left of the five people who would, the four others all having died in a similar way in which she was about to go through.. However growing up in the streets where it seemed the whole world hated you had forced the boy to mature much earlier. He wasn't filled with joy at the prospect of being saved as he knew from past experiences that it was futile.
"Run…Please…I don't want you to get hurt because of me…"
If the woman heard the boy she didn't show it. She stood her ground even as dozens of other ninja, both shinobi and kunoichi just like here surrounded her.
"Oh look another Demon Bitch. Even after we already 'liberated' two. Here to save him again?" Spat out a jounin who had gravity defying silver hair who she knew outmatched her.
The woman merely focused her gaze on him. Blinded by rage and hatred he didn't even notice it.
Unfortunately some of the other ninja had noticed one painful detail.
"The demon doesn't seem to hurt when we hurt him, yet he doesn't want to see her get hurt. I know, how about we kill you 'beloved' whore in front of you!"
The boy could only watch as they all charged her. Hatred from within his own body started to bubble up, as red malicious chakra started to shroud him. The aura emitted by the boy was so malicious that everyone froze, although the woman had a sense of comfort as she was bathed in it.
He's wounds started to heal at astonishing rates and his nails grown long and sharp. Just before he seemed he would attack an old man with long white hair wearing a read kabuki vest and a large scroll strapped to his back slammed five fingers in to the boy's gut. The next moment all the red chakra was gone.
"We can't have you using any of your chakra now can we demon?!" Sneered the now revealed toad sennin.
The people cheered as he started to bind the 'demon brat' while they watched as their ninja prepare to 'liberate' the purpled hared woman like how they had 'liberated' two other demon loving whores. The boy started to cry, the fourth time in his life. That did nothing to deter the villagers as they started to slowly kill the woman in front of him as painfully as they could. Every scream that came from her served to slowly kill his heart. Hours later he had received the same fate.
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Thousands of Fated Judges rushed towards the main hall as they all received the same feeling. A feeling seldom felt one they symbolised the passing of a great sinner. Their current tasks put on hold for the time being as many other souls were told to wait. When every single Judge was in the hall the four great doors closed. The doors at the back of the hall was simply black, it had grey vines creeping over its arched frame and arcane-like symbols etched on its grey doors. The doors seemed to suck in all light. The door above the hall was open as halos floated around the circular door that seemed to emit light that soothed and clamed all in its presence. The door at the bottom of the room was also similarly open and circular in shape, however it was pitch black and released constant streams of screams and cries of agony. Everything in its presence would have been frozen in fear if not for the effects of the door above causing both effects to cancel each other out. In front of the hall stood another door with an arched top that had green vines growing around the frame. Its doors had a painting of earth. At the centre of the hall suspended by spiked chains from below and clouds from above was a chamber. A plain chamber that had been infused with the defensive powers of the three beings who ruled over them. Three judges then flew up around the cage with their backs facing it and announced in tandem.
"Judges. A great sinner has just passed and now we are to judge him."
At this all three turned around to face the chamber and chanted in a language known only to twelve people. The three beings of power long forgotten and three from every group created by them.
"nis eht dettimoc sah ohw eno eht su ot gnirb"
Mere moments later a boy who had just lost all hope appeared in the chamber. Murmurs in the crowd started as soon as he was seen as how could a child who was merely twelve be a great sinner?
One of the three voiced what was seemingly everyone's thoughts when he asked
" Are we sure? How could one such as young as he have done so much wrong?"
"Do not be foolish! The scroll of sins does not lie!" replied a more conservative Judge.
As they open the scroll they were shocked at the sins listed.
Soon murmurs of words too familiar reached the boy
"He really is a monster in disguise."
"Murderer! How could he have killed so many in cold blood!?"
The shocked faces of the Judges were soon replaced with scowls and sneers as they became more and more convinced that the boy in front of them a monster and a great sinner. For their scroll is never wrong, as it was created by the perfect being, a god.
Three taps from the special three and immediately the whole room was silenced. They looked at each other almost like they were communicating with merely their eyes. Soon the boy's fate was decided.
"It has been decided. Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze, the first great sinner we have ever seen , we sentence you to the true final level of hell."
"Any last words?" The most conservative of the special three asked.
The boy didn't react at all. For when he saw all his loved ones die his spirit had already cracked as despair encroached him. The words of the Judges merely broke his spirit into countless pieces and scattered them as he had quickly realised he was dead and was being judged. His silence only infuriated the Judges more.
"Fine then. Now then time for you to repent for the sins you have committed."
"lleh fo level lanif eht ot rennis taerg a uoy ecnetnes ew sdog eht yb su ot detnarg srewop eht yb"
When the three had finished their chant the clouds holding the chamber let go and the chains began to drag the chamber down. Down to the final level of hell, a level no one had ever been sent to, created to hold a god should such a need ever arise. Modified by the Devils to be final level of torture for only the worst sinner.
He never made a sound, nor had he reacted even slightly throughout his judging.
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'Where am I?'
'I can't see…I…'
Humans are beings who need stimulation. Beings who are not, cannot be satisfied with merely existing. That is why humans seek entertainment, be it in whatever form. To be denied this a person's mind would slowly break. As the mind sought to keep itself stimulated it would eventually 'create' false input. As it sought to anchor itself to some form of reality it would slowly lose its sanity.
The final level of hell was different from any other level. It didn't have little demons or devils running around torturing souls and neither was it hot nor cold. In fact there was nothing. Naruto felt nothing. There was no light hence he could not see. There was no sound so he could not hear. There was no smell thus he could not smell. Neither did could he taste or feel anything. He merely existed.
However this level of hell would not allow its captive to lose touch of itself, for when that happened he would no longer be able to feel pain or despair.
'I can't feel my hands'
'I can't feel my own touch!'
As its captive grew closer and closer to the brink of sanity, where merely one more push would forever cause its captive to lost its sanity. That 'push' would be denied. As all feeling returned to its captive the next part of a three part cycle would begin. The captive would find itself in a faux paradise where the captive experiences everything the captive had every wanted in its life except the one thing the captive truly wanted the most.
'Ramen!'
'I'm finally Hokage!'
When the captive mind was no longer in danger of breaking the third part would begin as the faux paradise slowly changed. The captive's deepest fears would be dug up and twisted to a point beyond what could be described by words. Then the captive would be forced to live through every single twisted memory.
'What…why! What did I ever do?'
'Shut up demon!'
'I'm not a demon!'
All of a sudden he could see his own reflection…
'No No NOO!'
'I really am a demon…'
When the captive could no longer take it he or she would go back to the first part where there was simply nothing.
The fact that the boy had a stronger mind and will then most due to growing up the way he did only made the torture harder. With every part worse and lasting longer, sometimes even days or weeks.
At first Naruto tried to keep track of the time he had spent there, but the attempt had failed. He did however manage to follow the cycle, and keep track of how many times it had repeated already, despite how impossible it should have been to even hold onto a thought with what he was going through. Due to this single foothold Naruto had managed to gain he managed to hold on to himself. Unfortunately for him time in this place meant nothing. There was no telling when Naruto would let go.
Luckily for him not all demons are what humans made them out to be.
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A/N) Finished :)