Naruto Senju

Introduction

Kushina was looking at the wall. Her husband, Minato, died sealing the nine tails inside her son. She looked to her side saw that 'thing' crying. 'Stop crying you monster.' she thought to herself. 'I know. It killed my husband, so I'll will it.' She got up and walked up to the sleeping naruto. She formed chakra around her hand that turned to water that had poison in it. She then shoved her hand down that his throat. She smiled as she saw that 'thing' struggle.

All of a sudden, the door to her room opened. It was Tsunade. "Kushina, where's naru… WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" screamed Tsunade. She punched her in the stomach and grabbed naruto. Green chakra formed around her hands. She then placed her hands on naruto. Whatever was happening to naruto scared the hell out of her. "SHIZUNE, come quick!" yelled tsunade.

2 hours later

A crowd formed of people who are worried for naruto was outside the operating room. In the crowd were Kakashi, Asuma, Sarutobi, Itachi and his parents, and Jiraiya. After the two hour wait, a tired tsunade walked out. She was immediately surrounded by the crowd who wanted to know if naruto was all right. "WHERE…IS…SHE?" asked tsunade in a threatening tone. Not wanting to make her even angrier, pointed toward kushina's room.

What she saw disgusted her. In front of her was kushina laying in bed, who had proud look on her face. "What the hell did you do?" yelled a furious tsunade as she slapped kushina across the face. "What was that for?" asked a confused kushina. "You know what. You tried to kill your own son!" said tsunade with tears in her eyes. "That thing is not my son. It killed my husband, your son!" kushina cried out as she shot back. That made tsunade lose it. "THAT'S IT! I WANT YOU OUT! PACK YOUR STUFF AND LEAVE. AND NEVER COM BACK!" tsunade roared.

2 Days later…

Kushina walked angrily out of the Hokages office with a back-pack full of scrolls that held her personal belongings. She was just banished for trying to kill the 'demon brat.' She vowed to never return. 'Hopefully…' she thought, 'The village will finish what I started.'