Senju Naruto: On a pile of corpes
Chapter One: The spark of the beginning
This story was inspired by the story Senju Naruto by Aragon Potter.
This story will follow Aragon's potter's line somewhat but will eventually shift to a more bloodier and darker vision; One where Naruto kills for the sake of killing. You have been warned.
"Thinking"
Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Naruto!
Insert Gotham's reckoning
Before the founding of Konoha 300 years prior
War never changes
Fires crackled in the distant. An angry mob flickers it torches and kunai.
Since the dawn of mankind
Swords clash as Shinobi fights Shinobi. Civilian fights civilian. It's an all out melee. Women are being pulled out of their houses.
From the day we learned of the capacity of the rock,
Children are beaten to death by the very soldiers that swore to protect it. Kicks, punches, slaps are echoed through the air. One man in particular grabs a child
The flame,
And throws her into the bonfire. Her screams echo through the air as the flames lick her skin. Her skin turns black, her eyes and mouth open in horror. She tries to desperately get out of flames and on to the river only to be quickly pushed back by the sadistic Shinobi.
The mind
One Shinobi in particular looks over the village. The very destruction of the town fills him with glee. It fills him with joy. The very chaos makes him drunk with happiness. He laughs manically before jumping into the fray himself. He aids his forces as the Warmaster he is, cutting, biting and killing the little defence the militia put up. But they can not do anything against the tide of warriors.
The man looks up at the sky with a smile on his face; An asymmetrical smile with two eyes that just don't match, almost as if they were stitched together. He laughs gleefully before taking a bite out of his recent victim's flesh.
We have killed
It is dusk and all that remains of the little town are ashes, corpses and a river of blood from the pile of bodies. The very bodies that were mercilessly tortured just to milk them of all the blood that they were worth.
The very same man looks at four bodies crucified to a wall in front of him. He reads out loud from a piece of paper given to him. Only it is made out of flesh, human flesh.
For the Sake of Justice
"Your crimes, former Warmaster, is heresy," The man crackles slashing the young girl in front of him.
The flow of blood excites the warriors around him like hungry wolves to an injured moose.
The man turns to a similarly dressed man in front of him. There are several differences between the two. One is that the former man is a foot shorter than the latter even though he stands at nearly 2 meters.
The second difference is the state of their armour. The first man's armour if far more filthy, blood stained and new whilst the latter's is broken, creaky and rusty.
The third difference is the mark on the armour itself. It has been slashed of over giving showing that he has betrayed his cause and left his legion. It is this action itself that will be followed by the missing-nins in the future.
The fourth is the very armour itself. One is dark purple and slim fitting while the other is deep red and brown.
And the final difference is the look in the eyes. Whilst the first one's is filled with madness, sadism and ecstasy. It was certain that he was taking joy from harming the girl. The second man on the other hand is filled concern and rage. It seemed he would happily rip the former apart limb from limb …
for daring to harm his daughter.
For the sake of faith
"What do you have to say for yourself, Warmaster" smirked the man over the latter mocking his former title. Once they were brothers of a cause now they were on the opposite sides of the court. Blood was splattered on his face. He tore a chunk out of the human heart in his hand before spitting on the face of the shackled giant in front of him.
The giant made no effort to move as he knew that he had failed. Had these been normal chains he would have torn them apart like paper before killing the monster in front of him. But alas it was not the case.
He had failed to save his family from the demon the gods he used to worship sent. He hand only been able to watch as they were tortured for hours at an end. Their screams haunted him even now. Him! The very person who had the blood of tens of thousands on his hands.
For simple Psychotic Rage
The very thought filled him with despair. And in that despair rage fed on. He was not going to die here. Where was the inner strength he used to boast to his soldiers about? Where was the power that he could have used to kill the very demon in front of him? Had he not been merciful would his family not paid the price? Was he so stupid as to let it go?
It doesn't matter who wins at the end of the day
No he was a Shinobi, former warmaster of the legions of warriors that cleared cities, crippled countries. He was not going to die here like some dog chained to a fence awaiting salvation through starvation. He was not going to give in. He was going to fight. Now and forever.
It doesn't matter how you did it, only that the victor won
He was going to use that bloodlust to avenge their deaths. He stood up. The demons around him laughed at his effort. They believed that he was chained to the rune. That he could never escape their seals. Using his anger and bloodlust he flung himself at the nearest creature.
That is all that goes down in history
However he couldn't move as he was pulled back by the chains. The chains pulled him binding him to the floor once again. The demons howled in laughter as his misfortune. He chuckled with glee, spitting on him. A few of the bolder ones skipped up to him stabbing him in several different places. Not enough to kill him. Not enough poison that he would die. But enough that he would suffer.
He saw the faces of the men that he sent to their deaths, he saw the faces of the of civilians who he had killed as a casuality of war. But most of all he saw the faces of his family, his wife, daughter, son and unborn child begging him to save them. It was enough to make his heat clench.
Their leader walked up to him.
Battle may be won but war lingers
"Your punishment," spat out the leader as if he would rather carry out a much more sadistic action,
"Is exile … by confinement,"
The leader dragged the much larger Man by the chains before flinging him into the black cell devoid of light. The cell sucked him in and in that very cell he learned what hell really looked like. All the horrors and all.
But War never changes
But he promised himself this. When he gets out, not if, he will train his heir to fullest. So that he wouldn't make the same mistakes he made. No doubt all those he would care for would be gone by the time he escape, the very civilizations he knew completely collapsed. He would make sure of that.
Make sure that his student would never suffer as he did.
Meanwhile in a more peaceful era
It was late in the evening and the sun was setting in the west, two figures could be seen walking down the road that led to Tanzaku Gai; a small but lively town that was a fair distance from Konoha.
One of the figures was a tall male standing about six foot four and seemed to be in his forties or so, although he carried himself as someone half that age. He had extremely long, spiky white hair tied into a pony tail, with two shoulder-length bangs that framed both sides of his face, red lines that ran down from his eyes, and a unique head protector with the kanji of 'oil' printed across the metallic object upon his forehead.
This man was Jiraiya the famed Toad Sage of the Densetsu no Sannin (Legendary Three Ninja), a former student of Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime Hokage (Third Hokage), Shinobi no Kami (God of Ninja) and the Professor. Jiraiya was also the author of the popular adult fiction book series called Icha Icha and was a self-proclaimed super-pervert.
The man walking next to him was roughly five foot eleven and looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. He wore a standard Konoha ninja uniform, a flak jacket, with a short-sleeve long white coat with red flame adorning the edges. He had bright blue eyes and spiky blond hair that reached down to chin-length strands that framed both sides of his face. He was considered quite handsome by the fact that many women where often infatuated by his looks alone.
This man was Namikaze Minato, the famed Konoha no Kiiroi Senkō (Konoha's Yellow Flash), Yondaime Hokage (Fourth Hokage), and former student of Jiraiya.
The two men were on their way back to Konoha after successfully negotiating and signing an alliance with Sunagakure no Sato (Village Hidden in the Sand) and its leader the Yondaime Kazekage (Fourth Kazekage).
The reason as to why it was just the two of them since in most cases whenever a Kage leaves his or her village he or she would have a couple squads of ANBU or Jōnin level shinobi to act as their bodyguards. But since Jiraiya was traveling with the Hokage it was decided that it would be unneeded; since only a fool would think to attack two Kage level shinobi when they were together. Especially since these two shinobi were the Yondaime Hokage, the era's strongest shinobi currently in existence and Jiraiya the Toad Sage who was said to be the strongest member of the Densetsu no Sannin.
"Well Minato, we made it and we won't have to sleep out in the forest on the ground tonight." Jiraiya spoke jokingly.
"Right sensei and once we book a room in a hotel we can go down to a local bar and celebrate the alliance," replied Minato.
"Now you're talking," he replied as he smacked Minato on the back eager to have a drink of sake.
Soon enough the two men booked a room in a local hotel. After which they went into a nearby bar and unexpectedly met up with an old friend.
The person that they saw was a blond haired woman whose hair was tied into a long ponytail that reached down to her lower hip with chin-length strands framing both sides of her face, a diamond shaped mark on her forehead, and brown eyes. She was about five foot four and wore a green robe with a kanji for "Gamble" on it. Underneath her robe she wore a white sleeved shirt along with black short pants with a matching waist sash. But her most prominent features were her extremely large breasts (which were about one hundred six centimeters). She was what most individuals would call extremely beautiful.
"Hime, it's been awhile! I didn't expect to see you here." cried Jiraiya
The woman that Jiraiya had called out to was none other than Senju Tsunade, The Slug Princess; the only female member of the Densetsu no Sannin; the last living member of the Senju Clan; granddaughter of Senju Hashirama, the Shodai Hokage (First Hokage); Grandniece of Senju Tobirama, the Nidaime Hokage (Second Hokage); former student of Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime Hokage. She was also credited as being the most beautiful woman in the world. It was thanks to her efforts in healing and curing poisons that Konoha was even able to win the Second Great Shinobi World War, earning her the title of being the greatest Iryo-nin (Medical-nin) in the elemental nations.
When Tsunade turned to see who had called her, the woman had expected to see a debt collector. She was instead greeted to the site of her old teammate and his former student and current Hokage, Minato.
"Jiraiya, Minato! What are you two doing here?" asked Tsunade.
"Minato and I just arrived in town after we finished negotiating an alliance between Suna and Konoha," replied Jiraiya.
"So I take it that negotiations went well since you must be down here to celebrate?" queried the Slug Princess.
"Yeah, things went ok, although the negotiations were tough thanks to the Yondaime Kazekage. He kept trying to make the alliance favour Suna more rather than making it equal to both villages. It didn't really help when he made several snide remarks about Konoha being too soft and weak," said Minato with a frown. He didn't like the Yondaime Kazekage much as he often found him to be a rather cold and uncaring individual. Especially with the way he ignored or passed off his pregnant wife, three year old daughter and two year old son as if they were nothing to him.
It was at this point that Minato finally notice a young teenage girl who was sitting next to Tsunade. The girl in question looked to be about fifteen and was holding a small little piglet in her arms. She was Shizune; Tsunade's apprentice and niece of the woman's late lover, KatōDan a renowned Shinobi of Konoha.
When Minato saw her, he greeted the adolescent kindly which caused her to blush slightly and then bow, greeting him by referring to him as, "Hokage-sama," to which Minato just brushed her off and told her to call him Minato since they were not currently in Konoha. This of course caused Shizune to blush deeper at calling probably the strongest Shinobi alive in such a familiar way.
The two men sat down on the bar stools with Minato on Tsunade's right and Jiraiya sitting next to Minato, prompting Tsunade to continue the conversation.
"So who's looking after the village while you're away? Surely you didn't leave the village in the care of those old fossils Koharu, Homura, Danzō, or anyone else on the council?" asked Tsunade since she never did like the three of them. This was because most of the time they acted like they knew better than everyone else and would often try to usurp other people's authority, especially the Hokage's if they didn't agree with his decision. While they couldn't officially do anything, they could definitely bring on the guilt and play on people's emotion to get the rest of the council to change their minds. Danzō was exceptional at doing so.
"Nah, we left sensei in charge until we get back," said Jiraiya to which Tsunade just nodded.
"So Minato how is life being Hokage?" she asked while taking a sip of her sake.
"Hard, especially with all the paperwork I have to do and all the meetings I have to attend with the council. It doesn't leave much time for a social life either," replied Minato as he took a sip of sake.
"What about that cute little red head ANBU girl from Uzushiogakure(Hidden by Whirling Tides) you were seeing? Kushina, wasn't that her name?" asked Jiraiya.
"Didn't work out, she wanted to focus more on her career rather than having a relationship," Minato answered with a slight sigh.
"Sorry to hear that, brat," he said regretfully at the failed relationship between the girl and his student.
Minato just brushed Jiraiya off saying that it was ok and that he was over her.
"So," drawled a slightly drunk Tsunade, "I guess that means that you're back on the market for all those eligible ladies out there who want to be the next Mrs. Namikaze," she finished with a smirk.
"I guess you could say that, and would you be among those ladies Tsunade-hime?" asked Minato with a slight smirk as he took another sip of sake.
"Hah! You wish, brat," laughed Tsunade as she took another large sip of sake from her saucer before refilling it.
Over the next four hours the three talked about different things and people in and out of Konoha. Shizune had left two and a half hours ago while Jiraiya had passed out drunk on the bar stand with drool leaking from his month. Tsunade and Minato continued to talk with one another, ignoring the snoring and drooling Jiraiya. As they talked they continued to drink more sake, becoming so intoxicated that the two Kage level Shinobi began to flirt with one another.
"You know Tsunade, I had the…biggest crush on you when…I was a Genin," slurred Minato.
"Hiccup! Well I'm honoured Minato-kun," Tsunade slurred her reply.
The two continued to flirt back and forth like this until Tsunade suddenly spoke. "Maybe we can have our own little party… back at my room…to celebrate Konoha's new alliance with Suna," giggled a fully inebriated Tsunade.
"Lead the way hime," said the equally intoxicated Hokage.
Soon enough the two drunken Shinobi staggered away from the bar, leaving the passed out Jiraiya on the bar stand. He would be promptly thrown out on the street soon after they left when the barman decided to close up. The two soon reached Tsunade's room and entered the room where upon they quickly and drunkenly began removing each other clothing and proceeded to "examine" one another.
For most of the night moans, grunts, and giggling could be heard coming from Tsunade's room and did not stop until very late in the night.
-Next morning in Tsunade's room-
Late the next morning, Tsunade awoke up with a groan due to the massive hangover that she was currently feeling.
"Ooooohhhh! My head…that's the last time I am going to celebrate with Jiraiya and Minato like that," thought Tsunade.
It was as she was at this moment that she noticed that she was naked and then heard another groan coming from next to her.
When she opened her eyes she was greeted with the sight of a nude male back facing her with bright blond spiky hair.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Tsunade as she jumped out of the bed and pulled the bed covers with her to cover her modesty. As soon as she pulled the bed cover, the man next to her fell off the bed and onto the floor causing him to groan again but this time in pain.
After a minute or so the mystery man stood up from the other side of the bed, holding his head from the painful hangover that he had from drinking so much the previous night, and from the large bump that was forming on his head after hitting the floor.
It was as the man stood up that Tsunade realized who the man was.
"MINATO?" shouted Tsunade.
Minato cringed at Tsunade's loud voice, due to a throbbing pain in his head. It was when he gained his bearings and looked at Tsunade that a confused look came across his face.
"Tsunade, what are you doing here in my room?" asked the confused Hokage.
"Your room? This is my room you baka! And I should be the one asking that not you! Not to mention why you're in 'MY' bed naked!" said Tsunade and she pointed at him angrily.
"Huh?" said Minato as looked down at himself and saw that he was indeed naked as a jaybird. Upon seeing this, the young man turned bright red and quickly grabbed a nearby pillow to cover "him".
"What happened? The last thing I can remember was the two of us talking and sensei was passed out drunk," groaned out Minato as he held his head due to the hangover.
"The last thing I remember was…" said Tsunade where she tried to remember what had happen last night when suddenly it all came back in a series of fast flashbacks. After which the female Sannin suddenly turned bright red in embarrassment as she continued to recall the previous night's activities.
Ironically enough, as Minato watched Tsunade's face turning various shades of red, he too began to remember what they did last night; causing him to also blush bright red from embarrassment.
Quickly enough an angry Tsunade looked back up at Minato and pointed accusingly at him.
"You bastard! You took advantage of me when I was drunk!"
"Me! I wasn't the one who was flirting at the bar! You were the one who started it all!"
"Don't you dare try and blame me! You admitted it yourself that you had a thing for me since your Genin days last night! And you decided to take advantage of me when I was drunk!"
"Hey now, I wasn't the one who invited me into your room. It was all your idea to come to your room. So if there was anyone who was taken advantage of, it was me as you had your way with me," said Minato who was pointing accusingly at her.
For the next ten minutes the two continued to try and place the blame the events of last night on one another, but eventually they agreed that it was both their faults. They then quickly got redressed and decided that they would keep what happened last night a secret between the two of them. Especially from a certain super pervert they both knew because if he ever found out he would never let either of them live it down and they would most likely end up in his next book.
After a few minutes, Minato left Tsunade's room and decided to head back to his room, hoping that Jiraiya had not gotten up yet.
Just as he was about to open the door a voice cried out to him.
"Hey Minato!"
When Minato turned around he saw Jiraiya coming towards him from the stairs leading to the ground floor of the hotel.
"Hey Minato! Glad to see that you're up; I thought you'd still be asleep from all the drinking last night. I guess you were about to come looking for me," spoke Jiraiya as he came up to his former student.
"Uh…yeah, that's right sensei," Minato said slightly nervously and secretly glad that his sensei was not in their shared room to find that he wasn't there at all last night.
"It seems that I was left in the bar by myself and thrown out on the street where I woke only a little while ago," continued Jiraiya, at which he began to narrow his eyes at the young Hokage.
"So why didn't you bring me back to our room last night?" asked Jiraiya.
"Well…uh…you see…the thing was…uh," stuttered out a nervous Minato while trying to come up with a good excuse and failing quite miserably in the process.
It was as Minato was trying to think up of an excuse that Jiraiya detected a certain scent coming from the young man's person.
"Minato, what is that smell coming from you?" asked Jiraiya as he came uncomfortably close and began to sniff Minato clothes.
"Is that perfume I smell?" Jiraiya asked.
Minato then began to get even more nervous as he silently cursed himself for not showering since he must have gotten some of her perfume on his clothing when he was with the blond haired woman. He knew that if his sensei recognized the smell he would quickly realize what happened in which case Minato would never hear the end of it.
To affirm Minato's fears, a knowing smirk appeared on the Toad Sage's face.
"Listen sensei, I can explain," began Minato as he tried to come up with a believable excuse as to why he had Tsunade's perfume on his clothes.
"What's there to explain? You got lucky with some young lady from the bar last night, didn't you brat?" asked Jiraiya with a perverted grin forming on his face.
"Huh?" was Minato's intelligent response as he had clearly expected his former teacher to say something entirely different.
"Come on Minato, I can smell the perfume coming off your clothes. You got lucky with some young girl from here. If you had just told me that from the start I would have understood. So who was she? Was it that young bar maid that winked at you last night when she served us sake or was it one of those young ladies at the nearby table who were eyeing you? Come on you can tell me," asked Jiraiya while grinning perversely, wanting to hear all the details.
"Uh yeah, you're right sensei. I guess I can't hide anything from you," said Minato as he let out a silent sigh of relief. Jiraiya had not recognized the perfume even though he still came very close to the truth.
"So are you going to tell me how it was or who you were with last night?" asked Jiraiya as he gently elbowed Minato in the side, all the while grinning like the super pervert he was.
Deciding to change the subject quickly, Minato said, "Maybe later sensei, but how about we get going? If we leave now and run a bit we can reach Konoha before nightfall."
As Minato walked down the stairs Jiraiya followed closely behind, trying to get the juicy details of what happened last night from his former disciple.
"Come on, brat! At least tell me who she was. Is she a blond, a brunette, or a red head? Is she a moaner or a screamer? At least tell me if I know her. Come on, brat, tell me that at least," pleaded Jiraiya.
Minato just ignored his sensei's pleas, all the while thinking "If only you knew sensei. If only you knew."
-Two months later-
Currently Tsunade was lying down on her bed, Shizune running a medical scan on her with chakra. She was doing this because she was the only one that Tsunade trusted one hundred percent and without question.
After she had finished her scan, she confirmed what Tsunade believed when she realized that she missed her period…she was pregnant.
Tsunade got up and quickly put on her green robe.
"When I find that bastard, I'm going to kill him," thought an angry Tsunade.
"Shizune, get ready. We are leaving for Konoha," Tsunade ordered angrily.
This of course shocked her apprentice - not because her master had spoken angrily at her but because she had said that they were going to Konoha, the very place she swore she would never step foot in again.
"B-B-B-B-But w-w-w-why sensei?" stammered a shocked Shizune.
"Because I'm going to kill the father of my child for knocking me up," replied Tsunade as she stormed out of the room to get ready for her homecoming.
N/A. Well that the first Chapter of my new story the Hope of the Senju Clan. Please tell me what you think of the story and if you have any suggestions to make please go ahead since I welcome them all and I always read and reply to my reviewers.
Also for those who are reading my other stories. I quit. I've given up. I have given it my all but people still refuse to review them. I mean come on! Some guy writes 900 words tops and gets 20 review while it takes me nearly 10K just to receive the same treatment. That said, if I don't get at least 5 reviews per chapter I refuse to update my story any further. This story to be exact. I quit for everything else.
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I will have the next chapter up as soon as I can.
By the way I'm have an opening for the name of the mysterious character at the beginning. If you wish to name him and add something to his background go ahead and private message me. Remember though the name and background must have the of the following things:
Name: Male
Background: Some sort of brutal general.
He must of also deserted his post.
His rise to the ranks of general.
His childhood which has to be traumatic.