this story is a bit like dnangel. kyuubi and naruto can talk like normal people except that kyuubi lives inside narutos mind.
Disclaimer: i don't own dnangel or naruto.
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The Dark Side
Prologue- The Warehouse Massacre
A boy clad in black sneaks into an old abandoned warehouse. Inside the warehouse are a group of people, mostly all male, except for one female. She was dressed in a blood red business suit.
"Who the hell are you?" asked a man who was obviously the leader. The girl stared at the man with soulless eyes.
"All you have to know is, that briefcase carries the weapons you asked for" she replied, pointing at a briefcase that lay on top of a long table in the middle of the warehouse. Piled around the table were large crates.
All was silent as she walked toward the table and started to open the briefcase. But before opening the briefcase fully she turned and stared at the man.
"You are one worthy of my master's praise. If you weren't you would be dead" with that she opened the briefcase. Inside the briefcase was a pair of long daggers. The daggers weren't normal.
The dagger on the left had a diamond embedded in it, while the one on the left had a black jet in it. The scabbard was made of tough black leather. It was said that the daggers could cut through anything, even the toughest metal. The man walked up behind the girl and stared at the weapons.
"Beautiful" said the man as he eyed the pair of daggers. The man started to reach for the daggers when he felt a gun at his gut. He stared down at his stomach, then at the girl.
"Fool, do you really think that these precious weapons were yours?" asked the girl. The man just stared.
Bang!
A shot was heard then as the man fell he had a shocked expression on his face. The girl turned around to look at the others, a shocked expression illuminating her pale features. They were all shocked. Then suddenly laughter surrounded them.
"Ha! You should all see your faces, so priceless!" yelled a young male voice from somewhere inside the warehouse. Noise filled the air as guns were being drawn and readied.
"Who ever it is make sure he doesn't get the daggers!" ordered the girl to the men surrounding her. Laughter shot out from their surroundings.
"You witless twit, you can't think to stop me from getting my hands on those precious daggers that 'your master' so generously brought out of the dark, now are you?" asked the same male voice. She looked everywhere trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots were heard from three different parts of the warehouse, each shot hitting its target.
"Where are you, you coward!" yelled the girl at the invisible boy. Snickering was heard and then a maniacal laughter.
"Look up" ordered the boy. As the girl looked up she caught a glimpse of a boy not older than seven, clad in black, and wielding a gun.
Bang!
A shot was heard as the boy landed behind the girl. The girl stared at the last spot where she had seen the boy, then her vision blurred. She fell down with a thump, her eyes misted over with death. Blood oozed out of a wound on her forehead, the bullet had gone straight through.
"Now since she is gone, stand aside those daggers are mine!" commanded the boy. Everyone in the warehouse stared at the fallen figure of the female, stunned.
"Why you little brat, how dare you kill her!" screamed a man with the exact same pale complexion as the girl. The others came out of their shock at the words from him.
"Yeah that's right! You'll pay dearly for killing her" they all agreed. The boy looked at them then bended over holding his stomach laughing maniacally.
"Ha! You guys think you can stop me? Go ahead and try, I dare you" said the boy raising his gun and reaching under his coat for another one. Seeing this, all hell broke loose.
Guns were drawn, while screams were heard as bullets found their marks. Blood was splattered everywhere. Blood had started to pool around those who had fallen on the first charge. Screams rent the air as more men had fallen prey to the bullets flying everywhere. Minutes later everything settled down.
"Hey boss, do you think that boy left?" asked a man with red hair. The man addressed as boss turned to look at the other man.
"I don't know. I just don't know" he replied. Everyone looked around at the total destruction around them, shedding tears silently for their comrades. Then out of nowhere someone stared to laugh.
"Ha! Stupid idiots, you should really keep a better eye on your enemy" said a young male voice coming from the long table where the briefcase was. All men looked up to see the boy grinning maniacally with a dagger in each hand.
"So, who wants to die first?" asked the boy, laughing at the way they all just stared at him.
"Put those down" commanded the boss. The boy turned to glare at the man.
"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" the boy asked glaring in the direction of the man.
"Maybe, it's that you want to die first" he said licking the tip of the dagger. Everyone tensed, flinching as the dagger nicked the boys bottom lip. The boy grinned at the response he got from everyone gathered there. Slowly, making sure everyone saw, he licked off the blood from his lip.
"Tasty" said the boy.
"Y…y…you demon" stuttered the man with red hair. The boy turned to glare at him.
"Feh" without warning the boy disappeared, then reappeared next to red head. With one quick move the boy slashed the dagger across the man's neck. As blood poured out of the wound, the boy slowly licked off the blood from the dagger.
"I guess you can be second" he said, nearing the boss with slow easy steps.
"You bastard" said the boss drawing his gun. He shot at the boy, but the boy had already disappeared. The bullet hit another man in the chest going straight through, making the man die instantly.
"Oh goodie, I didn't even have to dirty Angel and Death" said the boy.
"Angel and Death?" asked the boss looking at the boy. The boy smiled and raised the daggers.
"Angel" the boy raised the dagger with the diamond. "Death" he raised the dagger with the jet. The boss stared at the boy with a look of fear in his eyes. Seeing this made the boy smile, than laugh.
"Oh well, I guess I better wrap this up if I want to enjoy my new treasures" said the boy, pointing at the large crates that still surrounded the table.
Everyone drew their guns, and then started shooting. The second charge had begun. As the bullets flew the boy kept smiling. Blood started to splatter a second coat onto the floor and walls. All anyone could hear were shots being fired and the screams of the wounded and dying. And through it all the boy smiled. Everyone lay dead minutes later, all except the boy. The boy looked around him in boredom.
"Man last time it was longer" the boy sighed. He looked around for a while making sure no one was alive. As he came to a dark haired man he stopped. The man's hand held something tightly, something that looked like a photograph. Curious now, the boy pried the photo from the man's strong grasp. Looking at the photo the boy gasped.
The photo was of a boy with dark locks that looked like his father and dark eyes. He was dressed in a tux with a bandanna to hold back his hair. He flipped the photo over and saw a name written on the bottom, Sasuke was written in a feminine hand.
He has to be around my age, thought the boy as he stared at the boy in the photo. I think I'll keep this, so if I meet him I'll mark and keep him, with that thought the boy slipped the photo into his pocket.
He looked around a little more, but nothing else seemed to catch his eye. He started walking toward the table where he laid the daggers back in their place.
"Good battle, my beauties" he whispered as he closed the briefcase. He searched around for a bit before coming upon a hammer. Walking back to the crates that lay around the table, he set to work opening the crates.
Hour's later patrol cars were scattered everywhere around the old abandoned warehouse. As they entered the building the first thing to assault their senses was the smell of blood. Walking in deeper they came upon a long table surrounded by large empty crates. Past the crates and table lay a group of people surrounded in blood. The officers that had come in looked down at the ground and prayed God to let their souls live in peace. The very next day, on the cover of every magazine and newspaper in bold letters were these words: THE WAREHOUSE MASSACRE.
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It was late morning when Naruto woke up. He raised his arms over his head and yawned.
"Man what a night" he said yawning loudly. Even at seven Naruto lived alone. Both of his parents were dead, and he lived by himself with a friend of his father's looking after him.
Walking toward the bathroom Naruto passed a room with the door half way open. Hm… I don't remember leaving that door open. Naruto walked up to the door and closed it. After doing the necessary in the bathroom he went to the kitchen and got some breakfast, ramen noodles of course.
On the kitchen table was a newspaper. Seeing the front cover of the newspaper Naruto stopped eating. His face paled as he read what had happened at the warehouse. Then he remembered the door that he didn't remember opening. N-n-no it can't be. He got up and walked back to the door to an empty room that he never used. Opening the door his breath caught in his throat. Inside the room were weapons of many kinds. Different types of guns, knives, swords, etc.
"N-n-no it can't be. What did you do Kyuubi?" whispered Naruto to the empty room. From inside his mind all he heard was a small snore coming from the dark corner in which Kyuubi lived.
"What did you do?"