Hello there reviewers, since no one cares about an AN, lets just skip me and go with the story shall we?
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Indeed! Many would have been so simple minded to look upon this deed as if it were a crime! They would call him mad. Ha! Might a mad man have done this so cleverly?
Hearken! The task was nearly complete. All he had to do was wait for the lesser-even an insult to an academy student- to arrive with his scroll.
Yes! HIS scroll. The excitement made him tingle in anticipation. The breathing of his chest rising expectedly, trying to catch a glimmer of the boy approaching. Each waiting moment was vexing, as if god himself had punished him for his wretched sin.
Nonsense! Utter nonsense! The village was going to perish merely because they could not stop a small little prankster who wasn't even at the rank of genin. In his own light of the situation, they DESERVED to suffer. HE would gain the ultimate destruction to destroy his enemies and rule!
His mind wondered to the enticing ninjutsu that could be in that scroll. His thoughts drifted to the 3rd Hokage. The man known as 'The god of ninjutsu'.
Could he have learned all the techniques in the scroll? If so, were there others? Maybe they caught the boy! Maybe they were attempting an ambush!
Mizuki did NOT like ambushes.
Instincts led his hand to the giant shuriken holster on his back, shifting positions to look around, suddenly on the defensive. He noticed movement in the distance.
Ha! None could fool him! With a mighty cry, he swung the shuriken to the approaching object. Just before the shuriken struck the boy square in the chest, he was able to make out the orange jacket.
At first, he had been alarmed. But he was able to notice the scroll was not with the boy.
He could not care less.
As the shuriken impaled the boy in the chest, the boy disappeared in a white…puffy-if the term was even correct-cloud, as the shuriken went right through the cloud and thudded into the ground.
"Wow, I guess there's no fooling you huh sensei?" He heard a loud and obnoxious cry. It startled Mizuki immensely. It had been so quiet, and he'd been so clouded in his thoughts, this…this failure for a lack of more insulting words, had snuck up on him? He was reminded of when he was on the defensive, suspecting ninja to ambush him, and realized how in vain his efforts to be alert were, if this boy could do it without a try.
This plan didn't seem so fool proof anymore.
Mizuki immediately had a change of heart when he turned to the obnoxious blonde. Alone, with the scroll. This would be too easy.
"Naruto, hello there". Mizuki called all too cheerfully, trying to sound as friendly as Iruka. "I see you've brought the scroll. That was very good work Naruto."
Naruto let a real, genuine smile spread across his face, not unlike the many he had shown as a mask in his academy days. But this smile was true, Naruto had never felt so happy. Happy to have found someone that gave a damn about whether he passed or failed. He never trusted anyone more. Such thoughts the older of the 2 would have laughed upon.
Truly, this boy was not ready for the deception of the Ninja world.
"Hey hey! Do you wanna see the new jutsu I learned?" He asked excitedly, not even questioning why Mizuki had thrown a giant shuriken at what could have been him.
"Most certainly". Mizuki replied calmly.
"Alright! Shadow clo-" Naruto loud jutsu cry was cut short as Mizuki shot a devastating punch to the boy's stomach, right below his chest. Naruto instantly hunched forward, his breath hitched in his throat as the air was suddenly forced out of his stomach to make room for the rather large hand, in comparison to the boy's size. Soon the breath came rushing out in a loud gasp as Naruto instantly inhaled as soon as he could.
The reaction and hitched breath let Mizuki know the hit had affected Naruto severely, smiling to himself at the thought. But then he was reminded that a punch like that should have knocked out a small boy cold. Unaware that the Nine-tailed fox was the reason, he scowled at his own weakness. Inflamed with new anger, he kicked the boy in the stomach again, knocking him to his knees, then lay another kick to his side, just where his hip and leg met, and the boy was forced to the ground.
Naruto was wide eyed after the first blow, but his eyes had squeezed shut as he received two more kicks. It hurt to breath as it stretched his injured stomach, and refrained from breathing as much as possible.
Mizuki hadn't uttered a word as he walked by Naruto to the scroll, picking it up and hoisting it onto his back. He walked away slowly and casually. He was sure now no one had noticed Naruto when he stole the scroll, he had no trouble to worry about. Heh, with luck Naruto might live another few hours. A few extra chakra enhanced kicks to the boy, who now lay motionless on the floor, save the jerking he did with each kick, led him to safely assume Naruto would be dead in a matter of minutes.
Naruto watched the man walk away through his barely open eyelids. He croaked softly.
"Mi-Mi….zuki…"
Never before had he felt so betrayed. He had been betrayed. And worse! He had never even suspected it, and Mizuki had disregarded him like….like EVEEYONE else had.
Of coarse, he'd been so fool hearty. He'd allowed himself to be so involved in the idea that someone out there would care about him. But..of coarse, that was only a dream.
"You and your foolish motives…your dreams…pathetic." He heard Mizuki mumble outloud as he continued on.
The moment, the scene, it all called out to Naruto, he felt as if the world wanted him to do something. Something inside Naruto had awakened. Not the demon-albiet it didn't know about it-, but a side to himself he never knew about. A cruel, dark, and very clever side. It was so alive he was sure it was a part of him for so long, and allowed himself to be so unaware of it because he thought people had the potential to be…Naruto shivered at the incomplete thought, wondering how stupid he had become.
He felt like he was dead. He could no longer feel the pain inside himself as he furrowed his eyebrows at the retreating figure. He knew it, he was going to die.
And no one in this world was going to care.
No! He would not die alone! Mizuki would pay! He would suffer! He was going to hurt like he did! If anything, Mizuki would go down with him. Not because it was the right thing to do, not because he had to assist the village in defeating any villain. Because he wanted to. He wanted revenge for the first time in his entire life.
Naruto's eyes raced to the giant shuriken impaled in the ground that had struck his shadow clone. He smiled deviously, enjoying the warm feeling of knowing what was going to happen, and being in total control.
Mizuki was some feet away, cheerful, but not to the point that he was hoping along. Naruto eyed the shuriken, hastily crawling to the large weapon, so swiftly and so quietly, he finally got to the death weapon. To him at that moment, something that could have killed him, was now shining in the moonlight, like it would send him into the stars and heavens above when he touched it. As he plucked it from the ground, it filled him with a sense of superiority. Yes! It was such an immense pleasure o hold this weapon. Standing up slowly, but surely. He arched his hand back. Somehow he laced the weapon with chakra as if by instinct, and threw the weapon so hard, he could feel the elbow joint pop slightly as he released it.
As he let go, he waited expectantly for the weapon to pierce the man.
Nothing could have described his joy to see his yell cut short as the weapon had mercilessly cut the mans head off from the neck.
He smiled as he allowed himself to go weak in the knees. Excepting his destiny.
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Heaven….utterly and blissfully heaven.
He could feel it all around him. He opened his eyes to a bright white light. He didn't care where he was. There was no love anywhere he went. He never knew what love was or meant. He was…afloat with what he had done. He'd cut off someone's head who had betrayed him.
He only wished life down on earth could have been solved with violence all the time.
He closed his eyelids a little to make out the electric light above him…not a white light.
His nose had caught a whiff of some flowers that rested on a side table. Weird, he didn't notice the table..
His ears caught up with the world at the generally annoying -Beep- -beep- -beep-.
After counting a few beeps, he suddenly became very irritated. Opening his eyes fully he jolted himself upward.
He was in a hospital room.
"Oh great. They kept me alive, not because they care, but because it would be a bad example to other villages that might like them." He muttered. He surprised even himself with his cruelty.
People could just live with it
He pulled out a few wires from himself one by one, testing to see if he would be ok without it. When he was freed of all wires, he picked up the note next to the flowers. It was a small note, bended in half, as if in some sort of vein effort to hide the message from unwanted eyes.
Get better soon Naruto-kun
He could barely make out a written name in the corner, but it was erased. The note was crudely written, he could tell someone around his age wrote it. As adults always seems to have that annoying habit of writing so neatly you didn't even know what they wrote at all cause' u couldn't read it.
He wondered who could have wrote the note, and why they would purposely hide their identity from him, even if they were trying to tell him to get better soon. The motive was so ghastly it was hardly necessary.
He however was comforted by the thought of someone leaving flowers. He wouldn't let himself dive in the feelings of someone completely loving him. Not again…he wouldn't make that mistake again.
Still. The thought was rather comforting.
He opened the door to walk out, vase in hand. However he bumped into someone that looked like she was just on her way in.
She was looking down, so as she bumped into his muscular chest, she let out an 'eep' and looked up to apologize to the doctor. Only to realize it was Naruto. She blushed at the realization she had bumped into her crush…
Her crush had a very firm chest.
Yes, she would remember this for a long time.
She bit her lip to think of something to say. Naruto stared down at the girl for a while. Realizing she was at a loss for words, he laughed heartedly.
"Here, let me get that for you".
Hinata snapped out of her gaze as she realized her ointment had fallen off her belt when she bumped into Naruto. Embarrassed, she hastily bent down to pick up the container herself, only to bonk her head hard against Naruto.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!" Hinata yelped as she clasped both her hands on her forhead and hopped on one leg.
Naruto wasn't as effected, and bent down again to pick up the container. Standing back up straight, he offered her ointment.
"Hey…you want some ointment?" He barely contained his laughter at the irony of him offering her own medicine to her.
Hinata eyes also crinkled a little ash she smiled. And soon they were both laughing slightly. Hinata closed her eyes as she laughed softly. When she felt a cold pressure and cream on her forehead, her eyes snapped open, only to softly close again at the soothing feeling. She leaned into his firm fingers subconsciously, marveling at how he could support her weight with 2 fingers and still be so gentle.
And then he suddenly retracted his hands, and she fell forward. But she caught herself just before she fell on him.
She was able to hear the heart monitor in his hospital room reading a blank or 'dead' heart rate since no one was connected to it. Hinata was reminded how easily Naruto could have died from whatever had happened to him. She closed to small distance between them as she hugged him close, much to the astonishment of the boy.
"I'm…I'm so glad."
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Well *Stretch* that was refreshing, I haven't written anything online in quite sometime, I hope you all enjoy, as the adventure continues.