Yet another result of late night sleeplessness. basically. Assassin Naruto. he's a badass. and Kushina is alive. inspired by Assassins creed, and a book called Ninja by Eric Van Lustbader. may be some other references in there. but ill try to keep them as disguised and hidden as possible. makes for a little fun with the reading.

I already have more of this. so ill upload it once its done.

Critiques, idea, welcome. if you spot grammar errors. don't be afraid to mention them. flames will be ignored mostly unless its constructive flaming.

The Assassin of Konoha

Prologue

An Assassins best friend is darkness. Their best tool, Deception.

It was the First thing he recalled ever being taught. And he made sure to never forget. Making use of the shadows, even daylight was no obstacle for him. After all, Light casts shadows does it not? Still. He considered the night to be his best friend. it had saved him numerous times while growing up.

He smirked to himself as he sent another soul into the void called death. He didn't smirk because he enjoyed it, no; he smirked because he knew they deserved it. Each kill was as silent as the last. No sound, not even a trace of the bodies were left in the open. Granted. He knew he was going to be in trouble for this. His mission was a protection detail. Not assassination. But better this than letting the pipsqueak Gatou from getting away with what he was doing. Starving a country only got you so far before you found a knife in your throat.

Taking a slow, deep, yet silent breath, he readied himself as he hopped up into the rafters of the stronghold Gatou was using. Aside from knowing that Zabuza and Haku were hired by him. He had, so far, not detected any other shinobi. It made it easier for him. So he didn't complain. Using no chakra for something like this was by far the easiest part of the night. He knew it would bring un-friendlies, even if there were no sensors, techniques tended to create noise. Granted. Silently assassinating the entire contingent of mercenaries Gatou had employed along the way had its perks. It meant less people to get in the way when he left.

It boggled his mind that it was so easy to get into the Tyrants chambers. Though he credited that to being able to infiltrate ANBU HQ in Konoha wearing bright kill me orange. At least he had chosen something more for this particular job. He wore a tight fitting suit made of heavy cotton, black leather wrapped around plate titanium hid just how strong the armour was. everything was covered in black. Or Gray. Black armoured knee high shinobi sandals without the open toes graces his feet. While matt black bracers sat, unmoving upon his forearms. His face was covered with a black face mask like his sensei's, as well as a black bandanna hiding his blonde hair. Charcoal and lampblack hid his eyes. As did the jet black mask he wore over all that. the only distinguishing features being the three silver whiskers on each side of the mask.

Nary a whisper, rustle, or breath was heard as Naruto approached his pray. Slowly sliding a syringe out of his black leather pouch on his hip. Quickly, and without a sound, injecting the portly, yet short, man with the paralytic neurotoxin it contained. He covered his victims mouth as well while the chemicals took effect. Which. Thankfully. Didn't take long.

"Yamanaka style: Mind Walk" he muttered. Utilising the technique he had observed his classmate using frequently. He would keep that little titbit a secret. For now. It was a skill he highly valued. It wasn't without its drawbacks though. the user had to sift through the memories of their victims. All of them. the older they were. The longer it would take.

He wasted no time in slitting the creature's throat. Yes. Creature. It was the most vile and cruel men to ever have graced the land. He dealt in anything. Drugs. Children. Slaves. He cared not. As long as it got him money he dealt with it. He would have no remorse from ending its life.

"May your foul soul be judged and sent to the pits of Tartarus. For your sins are far too grave. May you rest in peace" it was habit to say those end lines. He had found several fantasy books about assassins. It was from those where he had gotten his way of life. It seemed fitting for a shinobi after all.

Now his target was dealt with he could go all out. Sending out hundreds of shadow clones to scour the complex for both survivors, and the slaves he had seen in the creature's memories. While they searched. He sliced the head off his target and sealed it away in a scroll. Gatou's life was worth a small fortune in bounty alone.

Nearly an hour later, and he stood by a mountain of scrolls. Almost twice his size in height. Sighing he pulled out yet another one. and set about sealing each one away, labelled so he knew what it was. he was thankful however that he had figured out how to seal away humans. He had found nearly sixty slaves. Some used. Others fresh. But what angered him the most was the redhead whom was laid by his feet. Clothed in two blankets.

A woman thought dead to the Village of Konoha. The crimson death. Uzumaki Kushina. His own mother.

As he finished sealing he turned back to face the compound he had vacated. it was as silent as death itself. slowly going through several seals, he called out his final techneque of the night.

"Demonic Fire Style: Fox Fire"

He was Uzumaki Naruto. Genin of konoha.

He was an assassin.

And there it is. The Prologue. Hope you enjoyed it.

Alarik out.