A/N: Yo! I can't believe I managed to get this up as well. I only started writing it today. Consider this a preview like my Becoming Ther Legend fic had. unless this sits well with everyone, then it will be chapter 1. Quite frankly I loved it! I've been looking round and I haven't found a Rinnegan Naruto story open like how mine has. I'm not saying it's original, I might have just missed a story that has.
Anyway, why I've written a Rinnegan Naruto story. My name's not Rinne-kami for nothing. I was inspired to write this after reading two other Rinnegan Naruto stories: Faded Dreams by Bestifreplaced and The Path of Pain by Zariche. And neither have updated in such a long time, and I haven't found a Rinnegan Naruto story that can fill the void they've left.
Bit of background on this. I've always wanted to write a Rinnegan Naruto story. I love the Rinnegan and I love Naruto (not his canon character though, I hate the constantly optimistic, unwilling to kill someone who would happily kill you personality that every main character has) So yeah, different Naruto personality in this one. I'll explain a bit more at the end A/N.
I don't like the name of my story, but I've ran out of creative names, so the story title is subject to change and suggestions, so go nuts. XD
CURTAINS UP!
"F-Father!" She responded quickly to his hoarse coughing. Rushing to the side of his bed and offering him a glass of water, the look of fear never ceased to erase from her eyes. Even as he took the glass from her hand the coughing continued. Only stopping when his ran over the edge of it, gulping down the liquid quickly.
Placing it to his side he looked over to his watery eyed daughter, a weak smile grew on his lips. Gently he placed a hand on her long red hair and stroked it tenderly. "My daughter. I have never met anyone with a kinder heart than you. It is a shame that you were never destined to lead. I have given you an exceptional gift, I have blessed you with control and you in return blessed me with your love."
Her eyes began leaking worse than before, wiping the tears from her eyes he continued. "I have one last gift for you." He placed his hand on the top of her head. "With the control I have gifted to you, your line will build something magnificent. Now I shall give your blood the tool to do so. And unlike myself and your brother, I shall give you the opportunity to place the tool back down."
Her eyes widened as information poured into her brain. Her black eyes, turn a monotonous purple similar to her father's. Her pupil pulsed, a concentric ripple sent across her sclera. It was over, her eyes returned to their black colour and her father relinquished his grip on her skull. Panting now, his smile still managed to stay. "Now please, fetch your brothers and do not enter with them."
She nodded quickly, standing up and walking hurriedly out of the room. Leaving her father alone, he reached across and took hold of his staff, bringing it back he placed it across his legs. Now it was time.
His sons walked in, they had both grown into fine men. His oldest stood a head taller than his younger brother. His long black locks shot in every direction. Eyebrows clipped short as a sign of his nobility. His clothing similar to his hair colour. Black. Everything, from his Gi to his pants was black, all except for the white lining of his robe. His eldest knew what this was about, he stood with a smile smile directed towards his father. Arms crossed over his chest, standing comfortably, most of his body weight rest on his left leg.
His younger son, his smile grew in response to his younger son's wide grin. Unlike his brother he was always open. They were similar in clothing, but that was were their similarities ended, his black hair was pushed up by his blank headband. His posture was open, allowing anyone to approach him.
"My sons, you are now both men. Now is the time to test your resolves." He spoke hoarsely. He was dying, he knew it, his family knew it. But he had left so much unaccomplished.
"Is this really necessary Father." His older son spoke first, his swirling eyes softening. "You have mastered the very art of life and death. I have seen you survive numerous fatal wounds. I have watched you heal the dying. Why not do it for yourself?"
"Because. My time is over, it was never my destiny to bring peace to the world. It is yours, my children, and your children's children. I was only the beginning." He smiled in return.
Both of his boys smiled. Now, they were ready.
"One of you is destined to lead, this world to peace. The other is destined to follow obediently. Let me hear your resolves. I have blessed you both with something that no other will have. My eldest child. What are your ideals? How would you lead this world?"
"With power." His son no longer slouched, he stood upright. "You have ruled this world Father. And you have ruled it well, the people look to you as a God because of your powers. You have blessed me with your eyes. Now I will rule in your stead with that same power." His spiralling eyes widened, the patterns moving, looking like a whirlpool, never starting, never stopping, ceaseless.
His father closed his eyes. "And now my younger son." He spoke more gently this time. "How would you bring this world to a Utopia?"
"With love, Father." His younger son responded, ignoring his brother's scoff. "The world looks to you as a leader, yet I have never seen you looked back at them as anything less than your equals. You are a hero for the world, and they love you for it. With your willpower that I have been blessed with, I shall return their love. They will not look at me as their leader, they will look at me as they servant to the world, to them. So they may grow to love one another as equals."
His father smiled. There it was. "My sons, I have only ever done what is best for you, have I not?" Both his sons nodded. "And only what is best for the world. My answer is absolute..."
His gaze shifted to his younger son. "You, my son. Will lead this world to peace."
His younger son's eyes widened. While his elder's closed in anger. "That is absurd!" He shouted in a fury. "I am the oldest! It has been my destiny since I left mother's stomach to lead! I am your heir! I am the leader this world leads!"
"You are lacking something!" His father shouted in response, his voice horribly hoarse. "You lack the compassion needed. You think of yourself as something higher than everybody else. But your ideals are futile, there is never anything higher than human. Your brother answered correctly. My answer is absolute." He repeated, looking at his enraged son.
He gritted his teeth in return. The bones cracked as he clenched his fist in rage. A loud growl escaped his mouth, he turned and left the room, but not before shoving past his younger brother. The 'leader'.
He watched his older brother leave them room. "Father." He turned to his father in concern. "Are you sure? I have always respected Brother. He is strong, he is smart, he is able, and he IS the eldest. I would happily serve under him without regrets."
His father shook his head. "No. It must be you. He is not what this world needs. You are. There is no denying it, I can see the fire within you. It will lead to great things." He smiled at his son, before gesturing him to leave.
"It is time." He whispered to himself. Shutting his purple eyes. The final stage of his departure began.
"Rikudō." The voice was ominous, murderous, calm.
"Have even you grown accustomed to calling me that?" He replied without fear.
"I must thank you for gifting me with the ability of speech, Rikudō." The voice responded.
"It was quieter than all the roaring to just do so." Again his voice was calm and without fear.
"Do you remember?" The voice continued. "The day you sealed me within yourself. You became something akin to me that day. A God. It has been many years since that day, I am not with respect for others, you have accomplished your task in keeping me away from the world for all these years. You have my respect. We have been together for so very long. Would you not consider us old friends?"
"I would, but we are not friends." He replied once more.
"Then please, on your deathbed at least, call me by my name, just this once."
"...Jubi." One large eye opened, similar concentric circles pulsing from the pupil like his own. Nine tomoes sat on three of the four circles escaping the pupil. Three on each circle closest to the pupil. Multiple massive chakra chains held down it large limbs pinning into the ground.
"How does it feel Rikudō." The Jubi spoke. "To know that all your efforts were in vain."
"What do you mean?" The Rikudō responded, looking at the Jubi in the eye.
"You story will captivate and mesmerise men for hundreds of years. Even when it reaches a time when you are considered myth. You hold your species in such a high regard, but my eye sees many things. Much more than your two. I see how weak your species is. You are all power hungry. One day, there will be such a man who will not heed your story's warning. He will seek to reach the heights you have. No matter where you place me in this Earth, he will find me and release. Believing he is ready to control me. And he will fail. He will only release my terror back onto the world, and you will not be there to protect it."
Rikudō let out a small chuckle. "You're right. I will not be there. But, there will be others, maybe one, maybe a thousand who will make sure you never succeed. My abilities will separate through my children and spread across the world. There will still be peace yet. I assure you."
Jubi returned with a chuckle of it's own, it's more powerful. "Maybe they will, but that does not matter. You are dying. I am not. When the last breath escapes your body I shall leave with it. Your children can not work together to stop me. The Earth will recognise my terror after all these years."
"I think..." Rikudō gazed out to the world outside his mind. How the pitch black sky blanketed the sky. Those distant stars were not enough to light the way. "The night has bathed in the darkness for too long, don't you."
"What are you doing?" Jubi looked at Rikudō with confusion and interest.
"You're right. There may be a man who will search the Earth for you. Therefore I shall lock you above the sky. You, Jubi will light the night sky. And pave the path to peace in the light."
'What is this power!' Jubi felt the Rikudō's chakra flaring. The chakra was gathering into one concentrated point. "What are you going on about! RIKUDŌ!"
"Please Jubi. If you consider us friends. Call me by my name. My true name." Rikudō spoke calmly. Activating a technique he had spent his life developing. A combination of his earth techniques. He would collect the elements, reverse the gravity, and lock life away inside this one technique.
Jubi realised what was happening. It's chakra felt like it was being ripped apart by the chains, in nine different directions. Even on his deathbed, he was this strong. "Very well, -"
"CHIBAKU TENSEI!" The Rikudō proclaimed loudly from his bed, a small black ball constructed itself between his palms. His three children ran into his room, staring in shock.
'What is this?' The eldest son thought gazing at the black mass between his father's hands.
"Father, what are you doing!" He heard his younger son shout in horror.
"What I must. I can not avoid dying, but I will prevent the demon from returning at all costs." His own resolve was now absolute. "Protect this world my son."
He threw the black ball high into the sky, chunks of the earth flew up and encased the ball, the roof and structure of their house went with it molding around the ball, increasing it's size.
Rikudō let out a loud war cry. "IZANAGI!" Nine beams of light shot out of his body. These lights morphed and transformed. So they became enormous ferocious animals. The aura leaking off them disturbed the entire area's peace.
A sand-colored Tanuki appeared first, one large tail swung around, with dark blue markings all over its face, body, and tail. It's jagged, concave mouth opened, giving off a massive roar. The sclera of its eyes are black, containing yellow irides with pupils that each takes the shape of a black four-pointed star with four black dots around it.
Next from one of the lights came a massive monster cat, it's whole body engulfed with blue flames, two thin tails whipped against themselves. The cat hissed loudly, it's green left eye and yellow right eye closing slightly.
A red turtle appeared from the third light, complete with it's greyish-green shell, three large shrimp like tails thrashed around. It's red sclera, yellow iris eyes hardened, it's two human and only two limbs dug into the ground.
A muscular red monkey appeared, smoke rising from it's mouth. Charred bone ripped out of it's skin on it's four tails and head. It roared ferociously it's four tails crashing against the ground.
A white horse sprung to life, it's head's shape was long, similar to a dolphin. Under it's eyes were red markings. It's five elegant tails, swayed around in the air.
Two small feet hit the ground, collapsing on top of those feet were masses and masses of light blue chubby rolls. Six slimy tail squirmed around as the huge slug blinked a few tomes.
A blue, armoured Kabutomushi, with six of its seven tails resembling green insect wings, along with the seventh tail, all growing from the end of its abdomen appeared out of the seventh light, hovering in the air.
An ushi-oni with four long horns on its head, with a fifth horn like protrusion on its chin appeared eighth. It has a muscular upper-body structure, with arms with spiked protrusions on the elbows, and hands with opposable thumbs like that of a human. Eight tails shaped like Cephalopod tentacles were present at it's backside.
Out of the ninth appeared the most terrifying. A demonic kitsune, with orange fur and blood-red eyes, it also possesses the upper-body structure of a human, complete with opposable thumbs on its clawed hands. Nine large tails crashed into everything around them, including the other monsters. Out of all the beasts he had just created, Rikudō noted how this one was the most similar to Jubi with it's body shape.
As soon as they were created the monsters scattered, running in all directions away from the every growing circle of Earth.
The Rikudō winced in pain, his arm exploded outwards, growing several sizes and turning black, claws replacing his fingernails.
"Father!" His daughter sobbed. "What is happening to you! What have you just done!"
"I have separated the Jubi's chakra into nine sentimental beings. It's body is still within me. For now." His breath was ragged as he responded. "My body is rejecting the Jubi now. My body will disappear, being replaced with the Jubi. But I will take the Jubi's body away. Make sure it's chakra does not harm the world." Rikudō finished, he allowed his body to be lifted by the pull of the orb, his form moving every closer to his objective. Outer space. "This is my final task. With this I shall put a light in the darkness."
"Father!" He heard his daughter screech in grief, tears pouring from her eyes. His younger son holding her back, she could not follow where he was going.
'Please do not cry, my beloved daughter.' A tear left his own eye. The tomoes beginning to produce on the ripples of his eye. 'You, were always my favourite. I am deeply sorry, that you were never destined to lead.'
His body hit the Earth surrounding the orb, no time was wasted, more Earth layered itself over him. This was it.
The three now orphaned children, watched massive black arm explode out of the rock, struggling to free the remaining body. More Earth continued to pile on, engulfing the arm. Water drained upwards towards it, seeping into every crack, the sheer size of the completed orb. It wasn't of this world.
They were right. The orb began ascending into the heavens. Passing through the clouds. The massive orb shrunk in size as it left, from the distance it was when it stopped. It was only slightly bigger than their fists.
Light. It crept into every dark corner. The was bleak night sky was lighten up. This orb what their father created reflected light from the distant Sun and directed it towards them. Their father's final gift to the world.
The three children stared at the wonder in front of them. "What father has created. What shall we call it?" The younger son asked, unable to take his eyes off the marvel.
"The Moon." The eldest of the three spoke. His younger sister and brother nodded in agreement.
The Moon
"Look brother!" He alerted his older brother, pointing towards the moon lit sky. "It's taken a month, but the Moon is full again." He smiled happily at the Moon. It had been a month since his father's sacrifice. They had rebuild their home from the ground once again. Their sister had left soon after. This house keeping to many memories for her. "I hope sister can see it."
"Hey Brother, do you see the smiling man on the moon's face. It's as if once a month, Father can look back down on the Earth and smile at our accomplishments." He continued, fixated on the moon. He turned to face his brother on the roof tops, he to gazing at the moon.
"Do you want to know what I see little brother." The word little came out of his mouth with scorn. "I see Father mocking me. His smile ever focused on you, while I remain in the shadows." His loose grip on his Scythe tightened. "But a smile will not save you now. Father is no longer here. And I will HAVE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE!" He charged forwards, jumping he swung his Scythe down, his brother already dodging, his Scythe embedded into the roof, debris of the tiles flew up.
"What are you doing brother!" His younger brother cried out, in confusion. How could Father had possibly had chosen him to succeed him.
"Giving me the title of Father's successor is not enough, little brother." He smirked, standing up right again. "I must obliterate all you stand for, so everyone can look at me as a worthy leader."
The Younger brother stared at his brother. Did he really want to kill him. "My brother, Father told me I was to be his successor, I can see why now. With the knowledge of Father's secrets on those scrolls you would do despicable things. I can see it in your eyes. I will protect this world from you!" The younger brother drew his sword and gripped it tight.
His brother laughed loudly. "Spoken like a true Sage, little brother." He continued laughing, until his brain picked up on something. "Wait. You've read Father's scrolls." He smiled widely at the revelation. His brother's silence was only the answer he needed. He laughed loudly again. "Then killing you will be worth it!"
He threw his Scythe towards his brother, who parried it with his sword, but the sheer velocity at which the Scythe was thrown was to much for the sword, promptly snapping it in half. Wasting no time he followed up on his primary assault, thrusting his palm forwards. A jet of Earth followed it, heading straight for his brother.
The younger brother wasted no time, lifting his palms upwards, thick branches of wood rose from the ground with them, blocking the oncoming attack.
"So you have already learnt the first stage to the art of life. Impressive, little brother." He smiled at his brother's techniques. "Don't you see? This is why we are supposed to rule, not be equals. Come to your senses younger brother and realise that. Then perhaps we could rule together."
His younger brother's gaze. "No. There is no turning back now. You have proven yourself to be corrupted by hatred and greed. I can not allow you near Father's scrolls." He lifted his arms and dropped into a stance.
He sighed. "Father tried to teach his techniques to the world. He called it his religion. But everyone outside our family lacks the capacity to perform them like Father could. Like we can. They spend years focusing and honing their skills, I've watched them perform the techniques, they make these signs with their hands. Not like us, brother. We can do it all at will. We can do it all...in a fraction of a second!" He breathed in heavily, instead of breath being expelled, an inferno fire ball was released, leaving nothing but devastation in it's wake. "You're not the only one to learn a few new tricks!" He yelled in fury, his back arched back and he roared, loud and fierce. A ball of fire grew above his mouth. Lifting his arms once more, Earth was shot into the fire, smelting with it's temperature and turning the fire into something new. Something liquid.
'Lava!' The younger brother looked at the substance, not much later his brother launched the melted earth at him. Connecting his hands together, he focused his power into the ground below him, using his power he elevated it for him to stand on a platform. The lava struck the Earth. And began melting the platform. To counter this, he expelled thousands of gallons of water from his mouth. Steam rose from the Lava as the water connect with it, dousing the fires and returning it to hardened Earth.
A fist connected to his face. His brother's fist. It had turned grey and was as hard as Iron, he plummeted off his platform and straight back down to the Earth. Looking back up his brother looked down on him with wide, manic eyes. All his life his older brother looked down at him. His brother raised his arm to the sky. Black thunderclouds, began forming above his head, a perfect storm.
Using the steam released earlier, he manipulated it back over to himself, he began compressing it into his hands. Something a kin to a fireball's heat and power, but it could be held, it could be controlled.
Lightening struck his brother's raised hand. Every muscle his brother now moved sent sparks of electricity out of his body, the lightening began storing in his hand. Collecting and concentrating.
"DIE! FOOLISH LITTLE BROTHER!"
He shot up fast in his bed. His chest rising and falling rapidly. His heart beating a thousand times a minute. The sweat cause the fabric of his bed and sheets to cling to his skin.
'What the hell was that?' He asked his mind, which was currently trying to decipher the meaning of the dream. Everything that happened in the dream he felt as if he was right there, as an extra person in each scene.
He looked at of his window. A full moon. Tilting his head, he saw the smiling face present in it. Taking his eyes off the moon, he breathed heavily, trying to calm his beating heart. 'Wow.' Kept running through his mind. Standing up out of his bed, he dragged his feet along his wooden floor. Switching on the light when he entered the bathroom. He went straight to the sink, turning the tap and letting the cold water run.
He splashed his hot face with the water several times. Looking at his reflection, blue eyes met with blue. Sweeping his blonde bangs out of his eyes, he touched under his left eye. 'The Father's eyes...'
His blue eyes quickly shifted to a bleak purple, spreading over his sclera, until his whole eye was the same colour. His small black pupil pulsed several times, leaving a ripple pattern across his eyeballs. Within a second, they reverted to their original brilliant blue. 'Were just like my own.'
He stared at his reflection for just a few moments longer. Rikudō. His scrolls. Jubi. What were their importance. And that man, whoever he was, why was he willing to go through his family to retrieve them.
Something that he had never had. A family. He had been alone for the longest of times. Turning back around he left his bathroom and switched off the light. Returning back to his bed, he lay on top of the sheets. He knew he wasn't getting back to sleep tonight.
A/N: Well, how was it? Review please. Let me tell how the inspiration for the Rikudo scene. So there I was sitting watching the Naruto Shippuden Movie 3, and whiile I was watching Naruto make a total tool out of himself, my mind raced back to when Kushina said that the Uzumaki Clan and the Senju Clan were distantly related. I was like, 'How can that be right if the Senju clan's ancestor was the brother of the Uchiha ancestor, what's going on here. Wait, what if there was a third child.' And here we are. I acknowledged that they could have been related through on of the Senju clan ancestor's children. But what I did made for a much better story line in my opinion. So I added a daughter for the Rikudo Sennin, considering this was in a time, when men were generally appointed leaders, the daughter would never had a chance to lead.
But anyways. I quite enjoyed this little snippet of information. Was it all a dream in Naruto's noodle, or was it all real. Who knows, wait I do. It happened, in my story at least. I might not update this as much as my other three stories, but rest assured. It will be updated.
Other than that. Have a good one.
Til Next Time,
Rinne-Kami, Out!