The early morning sun peaked over the edges of the mountain brightening the valley where a village lay making it look as it were burning like a bright light with the first light. The mere idea of waking up isn't even a thought for the sleeping inhabitants except for the local ninjas who make it a habit to wake up early. The shopkeepers are not open yet and are just setting up shop for the day and hoping for customers. Already you could smell the aroma of fresh moon cakes and bread from the bakers and some smoke coming from the blacksmiths forge as he creates a variety of kunai and shurikens.
The streets are mostly empty except for these ninja as they make their way to and from the Hokage tower where they will receive missions or some cheap coffee; a luxury and strange brew from the west. Secretaries are making their way to the tower to assist the Hokage or help with mission assignments. Cranky Jounin rubbing their eyes tiredly and sleepy guards tired from making all night rounds. One man in particular is observing the first light of day from his office high up in the tower and he seems to be anticipating something.
He was wearing red and white robes of state that slightly dragged on the ground and thick white part of the robe that curled around his neck. He had a lined and pockmarked face further suggesting his age in addition to silver white hair that spiked out wildly. He hair line clearly was not what it once was and it displayed his aged scalp giving him a larger forehead. He had a goatee that would have made his son look just like him if it weren't for the silver white hair. His skin was a pale brown complexion but sagged slightly on his fingers and face making him look even older. He was wearing a content smile as he stared out into the village but his black calculating eyes seemed to be looking for something. A pipe rested in his hands unused and seemingly forgotten with a thin trail of tendrils of smoke rising off of it.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's desk had a purple plush pillow with a great giant glass ball on it which shone in the new morning rays. The glass ball was of massive proportions being half a foot wide in all directions and completely symmetrical; its use unknown to the casual observer unless they knew the aged and wizened Hokage. Papers of trivial matters and everything from the merchant's guild to shinobi reports to orphan stipends littered his desk like the ground after a rock concert.
Despite the never ending stream of paper work that could defeat any Kage under its mass of weight they continued to lie neglected and ignored as Sarutobi looked concerned at the village and the horizon. It was October 10; the anniversary of the kyuubi attack. The sight and memory of it alone makes Sarutobi want to cry or sleep because of the emotional drain it leaves on his aged body…
(Flashback five years ago, October 10, 4:56 am; after the attack…)
Sarutobi walks through the gore and blood filled battle feeling oddly unsettled without the raging roars and bloodlust that he had grown accustomed to hearing and the peaceful and oppressive silence was at odds with the sea of blood and horror of fallen mutilated bodies of comrades and furrowed grounds; clear signs of a one sided battle. Were he not older, wiser, in charge of his people with the need to keep up appearances as well as use to such sights from the war he would have been reduced to dry heaves by the sight of the blood bath that glistened on the ground before him splattering trees and oozing out of the dead torn up bodies.
Everywhere he looked there was blood and death soaking the ground, tainting the once peaceful scenery with a foul and malevolent pallor palpable in the air. The only places the blood didn't appear was the great gashes and fire foot deep furrows where smoke smoldered from in the shape of a large paw print with five claw lines the size of men in the ground, as if some great creator of evil had attacked.
Sarutobi would have mourned the loss of these men were he not already occupied by his own goal. He knew some of these men. He had commanded them in his own time, shared bread at their tables on occasion, had congratulated them on the birth of their children and had even sent some of them on missions of great importance through the great shinobi war saving a great many. He knew by this time his successor was dead and that the kyuubi was sealed into a newborn child forcing him to temporarily take the post of Hokage back up once more.
Sarutobi stiffens at the sounds of a high pitched wail as he walks and knows he is nearing his destination. Quickening his pace he swiftly turns towards the cries of the squalling child and hopes that no harm had befallen the babe.
Ever since his successor had told him the news he had looked forward to meeting Minato's son and to have such a cruel fate thrust upon the boy who he hoped would call him grandfather he became even more determined to protect the boy. Sarutobi and his student Jiraiya were only second to Kushina's and Minato's happiness at having a child; a dream lost with Kushina having died a violent death at child birth and Minato being forcing to perform a sealing jutsu that stole Minato of his breath and warmth and his own son a normal life leaving little Naruto an orphan to face the wrath of the vengeful villages ire.
Were he not in such a depressed state and lamenting or in a gory place or armed with the knowledge of Minato's passing he would have laughed himself breathless until tears left his eyes. As it was he couldn't contain the slight dry chuckle that escaped him. Only Minato would name his firstborn son after a ramen topping. Thinking back Sarutobi regrets treating Minato when he was younger to his first bowl of ramen because the boy had become obsessed with eating it. Loving the food was one thing but to name your son after a fishcake filled noodle broth was downright strange. Sarutobi couldn't fathom how Minato had convinced Kushina to agree to this but Sarutobi would respect their wishes and keep the unfortunate name.
Sarutobi Hiruzen is many things. He is a brilliant tactician, cunning politician, fearsome enemy, kindly grandfather and proud father, magnanimous leader, nicknamed the professor for learning almost ever jutsu out there. He was most certainly no fool. The village was in a state of grief and unbelievable disrepair because of the demon fox's wrath and violence and he had left no life or leaf undisturbed in his malevolent wake. The villagers will want someone to blame and take their anger out on. The kyuubi was sealed away and would not be able to be that target his people wanted to attack and enact revenge upon.
Naruto was now a jinchuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune and would become the focus of their hate. Sarutobi had to find a way to protect the boy from his own people's ignorance. He had read the scrolls about common misconceptions about jinchuriki being the demons themselves by even the some experienced seal masters. Seal masters! The utterly pure ignorance and stupidity of people still incensed him to no end and was he a lesser man of lesser control prone to hateful and violent outbursts he would have screamed, tore at his hair and attacked someone by now. But no, Sarutobi was-is-Hokage and he must keep a composed and calm front for his people in time of trouble while guiding them towards the right path.
Turning sharply Sarutobi's breath caught on the sight. There not twenty yards to the left lay his successor sprawled looking disheveled on the cold earth still as death. He wasn't moving. Sarutobi runs to Minato still form hoping they had been wrong about the affects of the sealing jutsu and was crushed horribly for the hundredth time that night.
He didn't know what he had expected to see. Did he truly expect to see Minato sitting up exhausted, leaning against a tree while gently rocking Naruto after the battle bragging to Sarutobi about how he kicked that old fox's ass with a tired grin? He had known that wasn't possible. He knew that the Shiki fuujin would have robbed every last precious ounce of vibrant life that was Minato from his body. So why was seeing this such a large and devastating blow?
To seem him lie there cold with no moving chest giving him air or heartbeat pumping blood through his chest was a terrible sight to behold. Turning his attention to the large blue bundle of blanket emitting wails in Minato's arms Sarutobi picked up the child rocking it gently to quiet it. The child was crying as if it knew by some instinct its parents were no longer in this world. He remembered taking care of his son Asuma as a baby after his wife died and had to learn on his own; Sarutobi for the first time in his life is glad his son had run of because he was not here during the attack and that may well have saved his precious little Asuma's life.
Sarutobi brushes the blanket back from the cherubic face as it quiets down making gurgling noises only a baby could make to study the baby boy.
Sarutobi grinned as he observed the bright cheese yellow tuft of chair of the child's head and his grin widened when he noticed the sky blue forget-me-not eyes he could observe when the child managed to open his eyes. His eyes and hair were perfectly tinted and shaded just like his fathers; same color and shape. Observing the tiny face further he noticed the nose was shaped slightly like his fathers as well. He was pleased because the little baby boy in his arms was clearly going to look like his father and in a few years time could give anyone a run for their money in a Minato Namikaze look-alike contest. Looking closely Sarutobi frowns when he sees the three scratch marks on the child face, almost like… whiskers?
Realizing these markings were a physical manifestation of the Kyuubi's presence in the diminutive body in front of him Sarutobi curses his luck. He had hoped to hide Naruto's status as a jinchuriki not only to protect him from vengeful villagers and hate filled ninja but from Danzo, a person who had not given up his ambitions for a perfect weapon. A physical manifestation of demon possession on the face made hiding someone's status as a jinchuriki nearly impossible. Contemplating his options Sarutobi cursed his luck yet again as his pesky anbu guards landed a few feet away from him. He could have tried hiding the child among the orphans but with anbu witnesses and no authority as of yet to make things s-class secrets he had doomed this child by not being quicker about his business.
Looking over he sees the one anbu who he hoped would not see this scene. Dogs mask was poorly concealing the shock and grief radiating off of him and the steady dampening of his standard white anbu cloak showed he was crying. His silver hair seemed to slacken at the sight of his beloved teacher dead. Kakashi was finding it difficult to stay emotionally calm at the scene he was witnessing.
The anbu couldn't blame Kakashi either as their own sorrow about their most beloved leaders passing was overwhelming but what was Sarutobi-sama holding in his arms? Looking closer they are startled to see a baby boy with blonde hair in the aged arms of the third Hokage.
"Hokage-sama? Whose child are you holding?" eagle asks carefully.
Debating with himself about weather or not he should let such a secret be known he decides he will have to tell the truth; unfortunately not the whole truth. Naruto would have to inherit his name when he turned 16 and he would be hounded in other ways if were known he was a Namikaze meaning his identity would be kept secret even from himself. Naruto would not know about the kyuubi, his own true last name, that he was unquestionably the richest baby in the fire country should he inherit or even his own parents. Oh how Hiruzen wished he could have lied through his teeth about Naruto until someone cut out his tongue.
Sarutobi said calmer than he felt, observing his subordinates hoping none would attack. "Minato had to seal the Kyuubi into a newborn baby to stop the fox. This is Uzumaki Naruto, the jinchuriki of the kyuubi no Kitsune."
(October 10, 6:44 am)
Chaos reined the meeting room and howls begging for death and blood coming from people all trying to speak louder than another to have their say. Shouts of outrage that grated against the already stretched taunt nerves of one Sarutobi Hiruzen was threatening to make his naturally kind and sunny disposition change into one of a foul demon himself.
Hiruzen felt slightly lost because he could not find Kohana and should things get out of control he needed her. Naruto needed his aunt and she was nowhere to be found. Hiruzen could hardly blame because she had just lost her brother and her best friend, Kushina, to the kyuubi but Naruto needed her. These villagers wanted Naruto's death and for all of his skill and jutsu he felt inadequate for the job as Naruto's protector.
The only ones not out for blood and willing to listen were the many anbu who trust Minato's ability as a seal master, some Jounin who have knowledge on jinchuriki, a majority of the women in the room who cannot resist the sight of a baby and the clan head leaders Shibi Aburame, Tsume Inuzuka, Shikaku Nara, Choza Akamichi and Inochi Yamanaka.
A few others were neutral and simply contented themselves with watching the other councilmen battle this out. Hiashi being one of them surprised Sarutobi because he was certain the man could want his friend's death avenged yet he was sitting there staring at Naruto who was sleeping in the crib next to Sarutobi. Hiruzen didn't like this. Hiashi had known Kushina was pregnant and was also perceptive. Did he see the hair color and know whose child this was? Had he realized what the others had not?
Hiruzen had been expecting ignorance and hate from some who did not understand the nature of jinchuriki's but this? This was on a whole new scale and it made him want to retch at the gore filled demands he was hearing directed towards a innocent newborn infant. A sweet baby boy trying to sleeping in the cradle next to him over the din of blood shrieks he heard. One council member had actually suggested that instead of killing the baby boy that they torture it to death. He was quickly silenced with a look of anger from Hiruzen.
For the life of him Hiruzen could not understand some of these men anymore. Some of them had baby boys and girls themselves and yet here they were howling for blood, for revenge, for torture, for suffering and death of this sweet little child who had not even had time to do any wrong. Could they not see whose child's blood they were screaming for? Surly even a complete and total imbecile or blind man could see a resemblance between Naruto and Minato or at least the perfectly matching hair and eye color.
Hiruzen vaguely remembers a phrase he had been told during his tutelage on being a successful politician. He couldn't remember where he had learned it because of his old age or who had said it but it fit well with the scene in front of him: "people are sheep; a person is smart."
Finally feeling his temper snap when he heard someone scream demon Sarutobi did something no one in living memory have ever seen him do: he lost his temper and screamed.
"SILENCE! You are all behaving like toddlers before naptime with all this screaming. This is the village council for god's sakes! We are supposed to remain calm and rational for the sake of the village and for the sake of our people. That means we also take our turns speaking to one another and listening until they are finished! I know eight year olds who are better at this than you!" he said distaste evident in his voice.
Silence at this fell upon the group and no one spoke, too shocked to say much more. Sarutobi decided that the silence he was generating from his outburst was not only satisfying but useful and so he continued speaking.
"You make me disgusted to be a member of Konoha. Never have I ever been ashamed to be a Konohagakure ninja. I have always felt proud of the village. Countless enemies have tried and failed over the years to demoralize me and insult my village but I have NEVER ever felt anything less than pride and love for my village."
The council members flinched visibly at the aged Hokage's words filled with an edged disgust and revulsion. It was made infinitely worse by the fact he wasn't even yelling anymore, as if they weren't worth yelling at any longer.
"And yet you have managed in five minutes to make me ashamed to even know any of your names by begging for an innocent child's life to end. An innocent newborn baby boy who is too young to even speak let alone be capable of lying and you howl for his death like bloodthirsty monsters."
Fugaku Uchiha, someone Hiruzen had never liked much, spoke up carefully so as not to further upset the already incensed ninja.
"Hokage-sama, that demon is deadly and has the potential to kill us all."
Mustering up every ounce of self control not to attack the ignorant man he felt proud that he had manage to control himself. "Naruto Uzumaki is not a demon but a demon container. He is what is referred to as a jinchuriki or 'one who sacrifices'. This means that he has two entities in his body. The demon can neither take control of him or his body and cannot harm us. The seal prevents all attempts to influence Naruto and therefore is not threat."
Hiruzen could see that they all wanted to protest and insist that Naruto was a demon and that he should be killed, but his steely glare and wrath kept them quiet. Also they could not deny the logic of what he said but unfortunately for the Hokage they were going to try anyways.
"How are we certain its mind has not been tainted by the demon? How do you know the seal is safe?" someone shouted out from the back of the room, from where he couldn't tell.
Sarutobi didn't miss the 'it' comment meaning Naruto was being reduced to nothing more than an animal and felt his rage peak.
"UZUMAKI NARUTO IS NOT AN "IT'! HE IS A HUMAN BEING! HE IS NOT A DEMON!" he roared in frustration making everyone in the vicinity cringe and creep away as much as the crowed space possible. Sarutobi Hiruzen is normally the kindly grandfather to the village with a good natured disposition making this wrathful fearsome man in front of them all the more frightening and imposing.
"Uzumaki Naruto will not be harmed, attacked or threatened in anyway." Sarutobi's gazed turned even frostier as if to challenge anyone who would argue. "I am now making a village decree that anyone who dares talk about Naruto being the prison for the Kyuubi will be sentenced to death. No one of the younger generation is to know of it. This is an S-class secret and it will be obeyed without question. Do I make myself clear?"
Few people would meet his glacial gaze that made many shiver with fright but their defiance was clear as they would not speak or acknowledge it.
"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" Hiruzen roared enraged at his people's defiance.
A chorus of 'Hai Hokage-sama' echoed through the room and Hiruzen calmed somewhat much to the relief of the room. A few anbu left to go make the decree official and spread the news about Naruto throughout the village leaving a, unhappy council, and a tired Hokage to wonder if he was doing the right thing.
(October 10, 8:02 pm; the hospital…)
Akai had always loved her job taking care of others and seeing happy parents but now she hated her job in the nursery. Before she had been handling twenty sweet little balls of cuteness and while they were a handful they were worth it; now she was being told she was going to care for it until the orphanage was repaired. That could take weeks!
She wasn't even allowed to hurt it like she had wanted to. It was like god himself was cruelly dangling something she wanted in her face. The words 'so close yet so far' had never been truer for Akai.
She was in a nursery quiet room usually reserved for mothers and fathers who can't yet leave the hospital but want a quiet space. She was with two anbu in the room as she sat ignoring the crib and it. She couldn't see the anbu; she only knew they were there because she had been told. Akai had no ninja training other than medical ninjutsu she had been taught during the war by Tsunade-hime so she couldn't sense much or be useful in battle. The anbu were there to make sure she didn't hurt it as well as make she was not hurt by any villagers for merely being near it if they tried to take revenge on it.
Akai stiffened as she heard a soft muted thumping noise, two of them. Fearing what she was going to see Akai turned slowly and 'eep'ed at the sight before her. There on the floor were the two anbu guards out cold with the cause of their unconsciousness no where to be seen. Akai was hyperventilating at this point. The anbu are the elite of the village and capable of carrying out even the most difficult of missions even in the harshest terrains; yet they were just ghosted without even realizing someone was there.
Akai was scared. She had no means of fighting back and if someone meant her harm they could do it quite effortlessly. Her eyes darted the room frantically and before she could even remember to scream she felt a sharp pain to the back of her head before her vision faded to black and she lost her grip on the waking world.
A figure wearing a silk purple hooded cloak caught the falling girl and gently laid her down on the floor making no sounds. Although what she really wanted to do was slice the nurse's throat for the way she had been hatefully glancing at her target. She quickly disarmed the anbu and tied them up before drugging them with a powerful drug that would leave them out could for two days and even then they would be facing some nasty side affects like slurred speech and blurred vision. They would not be catching her anytime soon or telling anyone.
Strands of yellow wavy locks threatened to spill over her face and out of her hood as the woman surveyed the people at her feet. Her small beautiful mouth that men would sell their souls to touch curved into a tight frown. The woman's dark blue eyes were cold and calculating as she then took stock of her environment and judging the safety of her surroundings that is until her eyes landed on the crib. The woman's eyes melted and a tender expression came over those features as her small pink lips turned up into a small smile. She walked over to the crib and picked up Naruto gently cradling him in the blankets.
"Hello Naruto, I'm not your real mommy but I'll try my best." She said delighting in finally holding the small body and happily noticing the similarities between big brother Minato and the baby in her arms. A small pang hit her as she remembered Minato would-should- be the one holding him but no longer could.
The baby gave a toothless smile at her from the blankets and gave a gurgle. Kohana smiled and she felt so much love for this tiny creature and marveled that it had already taken her heart and wrapped her around its little finger so quickly though they had just met. Looking around Kohana saw a baby bottle and some baby formula. She already had some baby food and goats milk back in the wagon but it didn't hurt to have more. Quickly she grabbed the baby milk bottle and formula and put in her pouch before gently putting Naruto back into his cradle.
Taking out a ink pot and a scroll she painstakingly wrote out the proper formula for the sealing scroll. Kohana finished and obsessively checked the scroll over again and again until she was satisfied there were no mistakes. The consequences if there were mistakes were too dreadful to contemplate and Naruto's tiny frail body would pay the price.
Carefully picking Naruto up she kissed his forehead and set him down on the sealing scroll praying she got it right. Channeling chakra she sealed her nephew in into the scroll and carefully slipped it into her purple cloak. There was no alternative, the villagers would raise questions if they saw her carrying a baby boy outside the hospital and they would give chase when they discovered their loss and the alarm were raised.
Few knew she was Minato's sister something they did not tell others, and despite being his brother the existence of Kohana Namikaze was a non entity outside of Konoha. She usually had a multitude of aliases she hid behind which were only famous in the shinobi word and were spoken with reverence and fear. Her favorite alias being 'Murasaki majo' or 'purple witch' a name she had received from her enemies for her seemingly impossible ability to pop out of no where undetected and to sneak up on people in a spooky manner like a witch, her medical brews and the amethyst hooded floor length cloak she wore.
It wasn't that she wasn't a good ninja that she was unknown; it was because she had alias's and purposefully kept her relation secret. She was almost as strong as big brother in everything he did, was almost as good a seal master and even knew the Hiraishin; if she wanted to come out into the open she could be as famous as her brother was but she didn't want the attention. She wanted a quiet peaceful life and she would gain none of that by waving banners and screaming 'OVER HERE' to her brother's enemies from the war.
Besides she was like Tsunade and Jiraiya that way, she drifted from town to town like a tumble weed never staying long in one place or in people's memories and sleeping in her trusty wheel house. She wasn't an active Konoha Nin. She helped occasionally on A and S-rank missions while her friend Kushina was pregnant but with her brother dead, Kushina gone and the village out to get her precious little nephew there was no reason to stay. She would go and raise Naruto like her own and would not return with him for a few years until the danger was gone so that he could return to be a proud leaf ninja like his father.
No, Kohana Namikaze would not stay and was not leaving with out Naruto Namikaze.
Making sure the precious scroll was securely under the cloaks protective fabric did she straighten from her protective crouch. Making a few hand signs she was gone from the room in a flash of amethyst and appeared in front of a large wooden wagon.
The wagon was taller than she reaching about ten feet into the air. The wheels were four feet tall and the roofed wagon complete with doors were six feet high. The wagon being six and a half feet long, the walls of the wagon were a deep purple with sleek silver stars a millimeter long giving it the appearance of the night sky. It had a booth up front where the driver would sit with an overhanging bit of board to keep out rain. The reigns tied to a knob on the wagon with four large black horses that seemed to stay there with no encouragement or wandering. To the naked eye the wagon seemed unremarkable but to the trained ninja eye there were protective seals covering almost every inch of the wagon that lay parked in the alleyway.
Going round to the back and taking out a key Kohana unlocked the wagon. Opening up they was a small bedroom area and a small corner looked like a hastily put together play room was set up complete with a crib and a mobile with an orange baby blanket. Taking out the scroll that held Naruto she unraveled it and released the jutsu.
Naruto appeared out of the scroll alive and unharmed, kicking and jerking his arms like all babies do. She placed him in the crib thanking all the gods that she did not mess up with the sealing scroll before standing and backing up several feet into the alley and bit her thumb making it bleed. She did a summoning jutsu and her personal summons puffed into existence before her.
The summoned creatures yellow eyes that blaze golden from behind a scaled membrane of an eyelid displaying an intelligence higher than her own, its golden horned head cocked slightly and a grin displaying a row of sharp of jagged fangs dripping with a green tinge of poison from its red forked tongue complete with two crimson nose whiskers whipping wildly about with out wind to support them. Its skinny angular body, supported by four fearsome haunches with five claws that etched furrows into the ground, was undulating in mesmerizing patterns as it stood there. Its serpentine body a fantastical array of gold and burnished red cooper scales as hard as diamond.
The creature before her was quite little for their race being only four feet long snout to tail and two feet high from the ground to its back. Its fiery tail lashed wildly with its crimson fir that strangely did not set ablaze to anything that got to close. All around its thin but muscular and sinewy frame spots of fire covered fur that did not burn to ash but stayed burning bright adorned its head and legs making it look like a glowing coal; bright and as beautiful as the sunset. The air all around seemed to warm with its mere presence and a slight breeze picked up.
The creature observed its surrounding before turning to the summoner. It spoke into the summoner mind making its intelligence quite clear to anyone who would hear it; the voice was female.
"Mistress Kohana, why have you called for my services?" the voice echoed through her mind. It could have just shifted through her memories and found out for itself, as Kohana knew it could but it seemed to take the more polite route.
"Ka-Tsume I am fleeing Konoha and I need your help. The time is short and we must leave immediately. I need you to get into my wagon to guard and take care of the baby in there." Kohana said.
"You are abandoning Konoha? Why? May I look through your eyes so that I may understand from your view?" Ka-Tsume asked her forked tongue flicking out.
"Certainly you may." Kohana said pleased, this would save time and it would further help the creature see things from her view.
She could already feel the creature shifting through her mind from one image to another. The intelligent creature saw it all: Minato's body as she found it and her grief, the kyuubi now sealed in Naruto, the council meeting she secretly attended and the rage she felt as they callously screamed for her little boys death and finally the love and amazement she felt as she held that tiny little baby boy.
The creature withdrew its mind from Kohana's memories disbelieving at the events that took place. Ka-Tsume hissed her whiskers whirling with rage and its tail lashed out with the fire fir burning hotter from the rage creating a hole in the wall, finally burning something. It growled menacing with rage displaying razor sharp teeth and curled up its lips dripping even more jade colored deadly poison while its slender body crouched and dug its claws further into the ground. Smoke and the smell of brimstone leaked from its nose.
"The slaughter of hatchlings and innocents is a grave and unforgivable sin!" It hissed venomously barley able to keep its down to a level that would keep them from being detected. It was obviously very pissed and Kohana had never been gladder that she had signed this particular summoning contract. "Very well I shall aid you in your cause though I would much rather bite and kill the pathetic creatures that would dare harm another's hatchling!"
With that said it turned around and climbed into the wagon to curl up onto the floor next to the crib, making Kohana wince as its pointy claws scratched the floor and walls of the wagon during the climb in. Nodding her gratefulness Kohana closed the wagon doors and locked it once more. The seals made the wagon walls unbreakable and unburnable so she had nothing to fear from bandits and attackers but to be caught by ninja while posing no problem as they still could not get in would be upsetting. They wagon could not open by any means other than the key that only she could use and no one else could touch it with out being hurt unless she willingly gave permission. Kohana wanted every means of protection for her nephew and she was not going to pull her punches, thus the summons.
Looking up that the four faces of the Hokage She stared at Minato's stone visage before wordlessly getting into the wagon and urging the horses forward. Looking around no one was at the gate because the walls had crumbled and there wasn't much of a gate to guard. Thankfully the walls were still in good condition. She took one last look a Minato's stone face.
"I'm so sorry my brother hat I won't be able to go to your funeral but go in peace because I swear I will protect Naruto and love him with every fiber of my being. I swear it on my life I will care for him and that he will know of you." She whispered, bitter tears welling in her eyes at the thought that she would no longer see her brothers smiling face or hear his laugh.
And with that she was gone…
(Present day)
It had been exactly five years since the attack on the village by the Kyuubi no Kitsune. Five years since Sarutobi Hiruzen had come out of retirement and continued leading the village. Five years since the Yondaime had sealed the great demon fox into the belly of a newborn baby and thus died. Five years that Naruto was 'kidnapped'. It was also five years ago that he made a deal he now little to late wonders if he should have regretted making.
Thinking back he wonders if he should have allowed Kohana take Naruto away from Konoha or if she will honor her part of the bargain…
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I'm so happy with my work. This was by far the best chapter I've written.
Can any of you guess what Kohana's summons is?
And what deal did Sarutobi make with Kohana?
Will I get any fans of this story?
Stayed tuned to find out. Please review. *puppy dog eyes" pleeeassse review?
-He will knock four times