Naruto: The God's Disciple.
Prologue
A man, wearing a dog mask with gravity defying silver-hair, sprinted across the forest floor, following a pug. The man's desperate breaths came out in huffs, his eyes darting around, looking for any sign of the young boy who went missing.
The pug stopped and sniffed, then darted off, the man thinking, Please be okay, please be okay…
The dog stopped at a fast-flowing river, a bloody trail ending there. The pug looked sadly at the dog-masked man, and said, "I'm sorry, Kakashi. The trail ends here."
The man fell to his knees, disbelieving. "No…" he murmured. Something caught his eye, and as he picked it up, tears fell from his eyes. It was a piece of blue cloth, half of it covered by what used to be an orange spiral, the other half covered in blood.
"Those bastards…what have they done?" he choked out. He clutched the bloody cloth tightly, and sobbed. The pug lowered its' head in sadness as the man cried.
Somewhere…
A tall man, wearing a tattered black cloak, black armor underneath, carrying a golden scythe, walked next to an equally tall woman, who wore white, flowing robes that did not hide her magnificent figure. They walked along a white sand beach, chatting to each other.
The man's face was hidden beneath a black skull mask, two white scythes crossed on his forehead, a field of white grain going across the nose. The woman's face was beautiful beyond description, with full, red lips, high cheekbones, and pure white irises in her eyes. The man seemed to have no eyes, just empty voids, but the spot in the middle where the irises and pupils would be, there was concentrated blackness.
The man spoke, in a deep, yet gentle voice. "This is quite the beautiful day, isn't it, sister? The sun reflecting off the white sand, the blue waves lapping gently at our feet…" he sniffed the air, wide eyes evident underneath his mask. "…the smell of blood on the air…"
The brother and sister looked at each other, worry etched on their features. Wordlessly, they ran down the beach, towards a small trickling inlet. That used to be trickling.
Wedged between two rocks, there floated a small body, covered in dried and drying blood.
"Oh my," the woman gasped, hands at her mouth. The man shook his head in sadness. He knelt next to the body, and gently laid to fingers across the neck of the body, checking for a pulse. He sighed when he felt nothing. He turned to the woman, who was gently crying, and said, "It's no use. Call our brother."
The woman wiped her tears away, and whistled. The whistle rang out across the beach, across dimensions.
A portal ripped itself into existence, and a thunderous voice rang out, "WHO DARES SUMMON THE MIGHTY SHINIGAMI?" The fearsome countenance of the Shinigami appeared through the portal, red eyes ablaze with anger.
The black robed man gave him a dark look. "Brother, this is serious. Drop the act."
Almost immediately, the Shinigami shrank down to a medium sized man wearing gray robes, rectangle glasses, with brown hair and a sheepish smile on his handsome face.
"Sorry," he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm just so used to looking like that."
The woman pointed to the body, and asked tearfully, "Who is that?" the Shinigami looked at the body in confusion, then pulled a scroll out of his robes. He checked over the scroll twice, then looked at the body again. "Odd," he mumbled, "I don't have any deaths scheduled for any kids today."
The black-robed man perked up. "That's because he not dead!" he exclaimed. The pulse was weak, but still there. "Kami!" he turned to the white-robed woman, now known as Kami, bent down, and kissed the boy on the forehead.
The blood began to dry, and flake off, revealing messy blond hair, slightly tanned skin, and three whisker birthmarks on each cheek.
The Shinigami stiffened. "Uh oh." He muttered, still looking at his schedule. Kami looked up at him, eyebrow raised. "What is it?" she asked. He shook his head, sighing in worry. "My schedule just updated itself. There's a rash of untimely deaths happening in Konoha right now." he slowly dropped his scroll. "Because some people there believe that this kid here is dead."
Kami gasped. "That's horrible!" The Shinigami nodded. "Yes, and it also means more paperwork for me."
During the conversation, the unnamed brother in black had his hand on the little boy's forehead. His eyes shone bright white, as he relived the boy's memories. He removed his hand from the boy's forehead, and his eyes returned to their pitch-black, bottomless depths.
"They deserve it." He muttered darkly. The Shinigami and Kami looked at him surprise. "And it seems that the Void will be meeting its' new tenants soon."
Kami looked at her brother in confusion. "What do you mean, Shin'en?"
Shin'en gave her a sad look. "This boy has been through a lot, far too much for someone his age. He was kicked out of the orphanage he was staying, and forced to live on the streets." He looked down at the now breathing boy in sorrow. "That was two years ago. Then, four hours ago, he was beaten within an inch of his life, and thrown in a river, and carried down here."
Kami cried, clutching the boy to her chest, while the Shinigami seemed to be checking facts. A calculator, various pens, and pads of paper hung in the air around him. "Yes...if we do that...and allow that...and take that out of the equation...yes!" He looked up from his paper to see Kami and Shin'en staring at him in annoyance. "What?" He asked innocently.
Kami sighed and rolled her eye. "What are you looking at?" she questioned. "Oh, this?" He held up the pad of paper, heavily scribbled. "Well, I check over some things, and took some facts into the equation, and came up with a solution!" He said, smiling ecstatically.
Shin'en slapped him upside the head. "What's the solution, jackass?"
The Shinigami gave them a serious look over his glasses. "There are humans in the world who are seeking immortality, and god-hood. We cannot interfere, being Gods." Shin'en muttered something that sounded like "stupid law" and the Shinigami continued. "If we look at the future, things will not be good, if things continue upon their path. The world we care for so much is going to suffer greatly. But we have a chance to change the destiny of this world, and those who inhabit it." He turned a serious gaze upon Kami and Shin'en, and they nodded, coming to an unspoken agreement.
Kami shook the sleeping boy gently, and his eyes fluttered open. The kid's eyes focused on the first thing that came into his view. Kami's face.
"Are you an angel?" He asked, slightly afraid, and somewhat awed. The Shinigami shook his head, the thinking Wow. Shin'en chuckled mentally, Kami blushed, and shook her head.
"No, I'm not an angel. My name is Kami. What's yours?" Confusion flitted across his face before he grinned a fox-like grin, enhanced by the whiskers.
"My name's Naruto Uzumaki, Kami-chan!" He proclaimed proudly, sticking out a tiny hand. Kami shook it gently, and Naruto looked around, spotting the two other deities. "Umm… who are you?" He asked quietly.
Shin'en looked Naruto dead in the eyes with his odd eyes, and said quietly, "The more important question is 'who are you?'"
Confusion once again made itself known on Naruto's face, and he replied, "I just told you! I'm Naruto Uzumaki."
Shin'en narrowed his eyes. Obviously, the boy didn't get the meaning of the question. "Alright," he spoke, "What would you do if you had unimaginable power?"
Naruto scrunched his face up, thinking hard. Then he answered, "I would protect my special people, like Jiji, and Inu, and Neko!"
Who? Kami and the Shinigami thought. Seeing their funny looks, Shin'en explained. "The Sandaime Hokage, and two shinobi. They are only one who have shown Naruto any kindness."
They nodded, and the Shinigami took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was going to say.
"Well, Naruto, it seems that you passed our test." He said gently, drawing the boy's attention.
"What test?" Naruto questioned.
"A test to see if you were worthy of said 'unimaginable power.'" The Shinigami said simply.
Naruto's eyes widened, to the point that they seemed to be about to pop out of his skull. "W-what?" he squeaked, looking like someone had just told him the Yondaime was his dad.
0_0
"We want you to become our avatar on earth." Kami said gently, rocking the child in her arms. "Simply put, if you don't accept this power, bad things are going to happen to good people, and you have a chance to change that, and save lives."
Naruto thought, very hard. He took ten minutes to come to decision. He raised his eyes, and with a serious look, said very simply:
"I accept."
