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Chapter 1
Do you believe that there exist beings that go unseen by all?
Long ago, when the world was still new and the Creator allowed all of His creations to roam the land wild and free. A time when humans had still yet to fall into corruption and the world was a kinder place. The land was ruled by beings known as Gods, and the waters of the world were worlds in their own right. Everything had its own deity to guard and nurture it. But as time passed, they slowly faded from the physical world as the Creator released them from their duties during the time when the humans fell from His grace. And because He had seen the destruction man would cause to the guardians of the planet, He released them from their respective responsibilities and left behind non-sentient essences to power the Earth.
But as it happened, not all of the deities wanted to be dismissed. The minorities whom refused to leave were left behind and each was given a task and a set of rules to abide by. They were to be seen by no other species but their own kind and be forced to watch and not interfere as the world around them changed. They were to watch as all they loved and cherished was destroyed by man.
But their one guiding light, their one salvation, was their task. The Creator had tasked them to each guard one child. A simple task really, however, there was one restriction; they were not allowed to interfere directly in the child's life unless the child specifically asked them to.
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An immaterial being that went unseen by all watched the scene of destruction unfold before it with sad eyes. This day, October the 10th was an important day for this being. It was the day that marked the birth of its charge. It was also the day that the malicious fox demon, the Kyuubi no Yoko attacked the Village Hidden in the Leaves.
At this very moment, the Yondaime Hokage had just left the world of the living after sealing the chakra beast within his very own child. Leaving his amphibian summon Gamabunta who stood over his dead body and the body of the wailing child with moist, sad eyes to look after his legacy.
The hours old infant wailed loudly, its piercing yet innocent cry carrying within it an inaudible tone of mourning, as if it subconsciously knew that he had just been robbed of something most precious to him, a family.
As if the child's tearful cry acts as a summoning to some supernatural force, a ghost-like apprehension appeared at its side.
Knowing that it was unable to directly influence the physical world, the being resigned itself to kneeling by its little charge's side, subsuming the child within its soothing aura.
The infant's cry faded to whimpers as its eyes opened, revealing to the world piercing azure pupils. The eyes looked around with an unnatural alertness for a child, as he reached out with his weak and chubby arms only to capture empty air.
The beings eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before it. Its hand reached forward and stopped to float in front of the child's face, only for it to retract with a snap and a gasp as the infant brushed it with a tiny finger.
"Can you see me child?" the being whispered, its voice ethereally soft and beautiful, its tone ringing pure within the stillness of the battlefield. Its eyes searched those of the curious infant.
The retired Sandaime Hokage arrived at the scene. His eyes conveying his distress as he scanned the battlefield. The destruction of the land a minor distraction as he focused his attention on the corpse of his successor and the small baby held firmly yet gently within his arms.
"Minato has breathed his last breath Hiruzen. As he left he instructed me to insure that his child was seen as a Hero within the eyes of the village," said Gamabunta, his voice booming within the eerie silence.
"The child, what is his name?" asked Hiruzen as he maneuvered the infant out of Minato's grip, causing the child to wail once more.
"Naruto," replied Gamabunta, his voice grave.
Little Naruto's arms reached towards the immaterial being, coincidentally looking as if he was reaching towards the corpse of the Yondaime Hokage. Tears fell from the eyes of those watching as they misinterpreted the infant's gesture. This was the scene that Jiraiya of the Sannin arrived to, a sight that nearly broke the battle hardened heart of a shinobi.
"Sensei?" asked Jiraiya.
A nod from Hiruzen was all that was needed to confirm Jiraiya's theory. His student was dead. He had executed his insane plan and used the Hakke no Fūin Shiki to seal the Kyuubi within his own child. His tears, the waters of sorrow, joined those of the others in mourning. Gamabunta dismissed himself, unwilling to stay any longer, his task complete.
"What will you tell the council sensei? Are you going to come out of your retirement and reclaim the title of Hokage?" whispered Jiraiya, his eyes never once leaving the corpse of his student.
"It would seem that I must," said Hiruzen, exhaling his breath in a tired sigh.
Their conversation stopped as they picked up the body of the child and his deceased father and headed back towards the village. The sad eyes of the immaterial being watching them go; frustrated that it could not interfere.
It decided to follow.
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The council room was in an uproar. The being watched with displeased eyes and furrowed brows whilst wrapping its charge within its calming aura and shielded him from the negative feelings of those in the room.
Many of those on the council were demanding the child's death, whilst others wanted the infant to be trained into the perfect soldier, obedient and without emotion. The newly reinstated Sandaime Hokage ignored the various demands of the council and sent little Naruto to the orphanage, unable to help any more than his station allowed.
The ghostly apprehension could do nothing but stay in close contact with its child.
The Sandaime could do nothing and turned back to the council, noting the council's negative reactions and sighing wearily, his brief anger at the actions of the council wiped away by his growing feeling of sorrow.
The first few days that Naruto spent in the orphanage were not kind to him. For unfortunately, people soon learned of his identity and of the demon sealed within him, and attempted to assassinate him in the misguided view that little Naruto was the Kyuubi incarnate. The being was sadly unable to interfere directly. It did its best to soothe the child, but could do little else as their bond was not fully yet formed as Naruto was unable to say its name. The being could only wrap its warm aura around the child and soothe him with the feeling of summer and the sounds of spring. Every day the being would attempt to tell the child its name, unable to verbally speak the sacred title, but allowed to give hints, it would whisper into the child's ear; spinning fey tales of the lost world, stories never heard by the like of man before.
The ethereal present cared greatly for the child, the depths of its caring and love immeasurable; it always looked for ways to help its child more, always, tirelessly looking for loopholes within its restriction.
Little Naruto was a beautiful child, the being thought; a reflection of its own beauty that it veiled from all but the child's eyes. The problem of lack of sustenance was fixed and provided by magical plants that came into and out of existence through the flexing of the being's intent and will.
I can do this, exercise my will, as long as I do not physically hand anything I materialize to Naruto then I will not be breaking the rule, thought the being.
What the mortals see when they look unto Naruto's form was false. Though it is true that he does receive physical injuries from the malicious of the village, the immaterial being had made it so that with every injury dealt unto Naruto's flesh came a repercussion. His abusers were unknowingly giving away the essence of their own existence, their very own life force. And there was never any form of sexual abuse committed against little Naruto; the aura surrounding him made sure of that. But even then, Naruto developed an aversion to the touch of mortals.
Pure, silvery tears fell from the beings eyes. How dare they touch the frail, damaged body of its child with violence? It thought. The result of the beating was gruesome and vile–a nightmare given form. The innocent child, no older than three years of age was left to the whims of nature in a hidden alley between houses. The overpowering smell of blood dominated the smell of unsanitary filth in the alley.
"Please, say my name," pleaded the being in immense sorrow.
The beaten child forced his eyes open with will alone; his eyelids opened so slightly that if one did not look hard enough they would not be able to tell that they were open at all.
The immaterial being continued to plead with all of its being.
"Please say my name, please, let me help you. I promise to wash away your pain and shower you in love. Please, just say my name!" it cried, voice hauntingly beautiful.
The child's lips struggled to move, quivering in effort. He uttered soft broken sounds, so faint that they could have been mistaken for the sighing of the wind.
"Sh-sh-h-i-Shin, Sei-sa-tsu no S-Shin," he tiredly whispered
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This chapter has been edited. All my thanks to isolfr
Do leave review. It would help immensely if you would give me some ideas.
Also, this is not and shall never be a harem.
Another thank you goes to ZariGS for her/his review because based on that i did went back and changed a few things.