Bury The Fury, Discover The Cursed Child
Chapter One: Stigmata, The Boy Of Unknown Origin
Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto™, This is only a rendition of said show and not an actual part of Naruto™
The team rushed through corridor after corridor, their target nearly in sight. Their white masks flickered in the slits of light that penetrated the darkened halls of the underground compound as condensation dripped eerily from the ceiling. None spoke a word, they couldn't; this mission was too important. The sound of a hushed hissing and slithering filled them as the shadows danced around corners and other hallways, fueling their anxiety and paranoia. Their leader, holding a large black staff, had a stoic face as he contemplated his next attempt at dealing with his impending fear. His mind was flooded with the "what-ifs" and "could have beens" as the figure of his anticipation slowly crawled into a door at the end of the hall. His gaze met his comrades as they nodded and rushed quickly to either sides of the door. In one count, they burst open the door and looked in horror at the sight before them. Walls covered with jars of specimens, some animal, maybe even human. Containers full of liquids and powders that have been repeatedly mixed and morphed into multiple experiments gone awry. The figure stood with his back to them as their leader addressed him firmly.
"Alright, this is the end. Give it up, Orochimaru..." His voice lingered on the vowels and sounds of the name.
The figure chuckled and slowly turned to face his aggressor, "Is it now? I didn't know you actually had the ability to stop me, Sarutobi-Sensei." he grinned maliciously.
His words struck hard, "Don't play games with me Orochimaru! Your sick, twisted dreams end here!" he pulled his staff out which said a quick word as well, "Come on Sarutobi! Kill him, now!"
Orochimaru chuckled again and looked at his teacher with his cold, deadly stare, "Your a fool, you may stop me now, but my true experiment has come to fruition and you cannot stop it!!" he quickly made a few hand signs and sent a whirlwind through the air.
Jars and containers flew everywhere until the dust erupted and settled slowly. As it cleared, Sarutobi stood solemnly, his comrades slain with blood splattered across the ground and ceiling. Their lasts breaths called out to him but were in vain as the word would only deepen his regret. They cried, "Hokage-Sama..." He winced, right then, he did not deserve such a title.
Orochimaru appeared behind him with a sneer, "See? I knew you couldn't do it. Its already too late, like I told you. My dream will be realized, you foolish old man."
Sarutobi looked straight ahead, "Your right about one thing. I didn't stop your dream. But..." Orochimaru felt the stab of the staff through his stomach, he let out a gurgling gasp as blood poured from his mouth. "Your not leaving here with it."
"Grrr, you stubborn, old fool!" He jumped forward and got away from his assaulter. "There's no time to use that jutsu, I'll have to retrieve it later." He looked to Sarutobi, "You think you've won, but you'll never find it! I'll destroy you and this place before I let it be discovered!" He disappeared and seconds later, the underground facility began to crumble.
Sarutobi turned and ran through the door and looked around quickly. He saw the trail of blood and followed it intently until it took him to a wall. It had a bloody hand print on the far right brick so he pushed it as well, a door opened. Inside was nothing but pitch black nothingness and Orochimaru standing, his hand against the adjacent wall. His deranged smile was all that could be seen before he disappeared. Sarutobi looked on as the compound ceased to rumble and the anxiety began to subside. A faint whisper could be heard in the room, it was Orochimaru's lingering voice.
"You may have thwarted my dream for now, but I'll make sure that you will suffer for your insolence!" The voice dissipated as Sarutobi leaned against the doorway. He stood there staring into the nothingness thinking of the ulterior motive to Orochimaru's plans.
About an hour or so later, more white-masked ninja appeared at his side and investigated the situation. After the facility had been cleared, they all stood by Sarutobi as he still stared into the darkness. One of the ninja threw in a small lighting device that would flicker only so much light at a time so as not to trigger any trap tags. Through the flickers, a body could be seen, a small boy's body. His head was in between his knees as he sat curled in the center of the room. Sensing that there was no trap tags, the ninja felt the wall closest and found a light switch. Only a few fluorescent bulbs flickered showing only the center of the room. There was the boy, he was indeed alive, but shallowly breathing. Sarutobi looked intently at the boy and saw a faint circle around him. Lines followed the ends on the circle but were shadowed by the dimly lit room. His eyes widened as he knew what that circle meant. A white- masked ninja took a step into the room before Sarutobi could stop him.
"No! Wait! Stop!" he yelled quickly. The white-masked ninja turned to face him only to see the expression of horror on his leader's face.
The room began to glow with a dark black and purple light as the circle made itself more apparent. It was made up of symbols and the lines too were etchings. They came to life as they slithered across the ground and onto the child. He began to wail and scream in pain as the symbols crawled up his arms, legs, chest, and back. They all seemed to be centralized around his head as the boy sat there, his hands on his ears and his eyes wide and almost lifeless. Sarutobi had to act fast if he wanted to save what was left of this child.
"All of you! Go to the points of sealing and prepare to release them!" All the white-masked ninjas got to a point of the circle and made hand signs ready for the signal. Sarutobi cried out, "Now!" All of them yelled, "Release!!" and the remaining symbols yet to reach the boy were dissolved before they could reach his head. The boy sat absolutely still, his body releasing large amounts of heat that could be seen emanating off his body and his eyes devoid of anything except for the same soulless stare into the wall in front of him. Sarutobi approached him and touched his shoulder, he could feel a thick cold from his skin even though heat was coming off of him.
He asked the boy, "Hello child, can you hear me?" The boy nodded slightly.
"Can you speak?" The boy sat silent. "Can you understand me?" The boy shook his head solemnly.
A white-masked ninja came to Sarutobi's side, "Hokage-Sama, look at him, his hair, his clothes, he is not of any village nor of this entire region."
Sarutobi looked to him, "What are you trying to say?"
The white-masked ninja replied, "I'm saying, he has no village, no family. He has no origin."
Sarutobi looked to the boy and sighed, "Then he shall have ours, we will raise him under ANBU security until we figure out who he is and what he has to do with Orochimaru."
The boy's expression lightened at the sound of that name. He had only heard a few mumbling words in the strange tongue the people spoke, but it began to become clearer as they continued. After a few more minutes, he opened his mouth and began uttering out a few words that started out as guttural sighs and slowly formed words.
"I...I..I'm...my...name...my name...is..." His eyes began to blur as he started falling sideways, "...is...Kyuume..Akemai..." his body fell limp as he hit the floor unconscious.
Sarutobi reached and caught his head before it could hit and looked at the unconscious boy. His eyes full of sympathy and his mind full of rage. What could Orochimaru have done to this boy to where he had become almost comatose upon contact with the outside world? Before any of this could be answered, he would have to take care of this boy and help him recover from the traumatizing events incurred in this facility. He picked up the boy and looked to his comrades. With one simple nod, all six of them disappeared in an instant away from the underground tortures and back to the safety of their Village Hidden in The Leaves, Konoha.
Inside Konoha's hospital, the boy was sweating and constantly turning over and over mumbling something to himself unintelligibly. The doctors performed scan after scan while he slept but found no abnormalities on his body. It would be another day and a half before the boy awoke from his slumber. He looked around curiously at his surroundings. The light came in gently through the curtains as the smell of warm food filled the air. His eyes drifted to the side as a plate of a large assortment of food laid spread before him. Feeling as if he hadn't eaten in days, he eagerly started eating bowl after bowl of rice, noodles, meat, and so much more. His eyes welled with tears, he had never eaten this well for as long as he could remember, which wasn't very far. Too hungry to notice, a tall oldish man entered the room in a white and red robe and a gleaming smile. He walked to the side of the bed just as the boy was about to reach for a glass of water next to him. He looked startled and curled back in his bed slightly but then relaxed when he recognized the man's face.
The oldish man spoke out to him softly, "Hello child, I see you still have a healthy appetite, that's good." he smiled and let out a small chuckle.
The boy stared at him and watched his lips move trying to figure out what the man said. Slowly he opened his mouth and tried to imitate those same sounds, "H-Hello..I..see..you.." he smiled slightly.
The man sighed, "I see you still have a hard time speaking. Perhaps gestures would help." He began to point to himself, "I am Sarutobi." Then, he pointed to the boy, "You are?"
The entire time, the boy had picked up more and more, his mind was like a sponge. He spoke, this time, a bit more fluidly, "Hello Sa-Sarutobi...I am...Kyuume..." The boy smiled again.
"Nice to meet you, Kyuume." Sarutobi took Kyuume's hand and shook it gently.
Kyuume copied this gesture, "Nice to meet you, Sarutobi." He shook his hand back.
The two laughed as a calm filled the air, maybe now Sarutobi could figure out what exactly Kyuume was. He asked him, "Now Kyuume, I would like to know something. Where exactly are you from?"
Kyuume looked at him puzzled, "Where..I..from?"
Sarutobi smiled, "Yes, where did you come from? Where is your home?"
"Home..home..home..." Kyuume's voice trailed off as he began to fill the chill of terror in his body. Images of the pale-faced man and the experiments he suffered were blotting his thoughts. Shaking his head, he responded again, "I..no..home.."
Sarutobi sighed and smiled once more, "That's alright Kyuume, for now, this will be your home. You are welcome in Konoha."
Kyuume's face lit up, "Konoha! Konoha!" he repeated over and over. "This is my home!" he laughed and wriggled in his bed.
Sarutobi smiled and patted the his head just before he left. He thought to himself, "Well, he seems to be a quick learner. And he has no signs of trauma anywhere on his body. But his amnesia, perhaps repressed memories." His eyes widened, "Is that what that was?! Those seals, were they to keep whatever Kyuume knew a secret?" Sarutobi walked through the hospital pondering these revelations when an ANBU officer appeared next to him.
"Hokage-Sama, it appears that there is no sign of Orochimaru in the village anymore. Jiraiya-sama and his team have left in pursuit of a presumed lead. Should we proceed with the tests on the boy?"
Sarutobi nodded, "Yes, lets see what this boy can tell us about who he is and where he came from. But be wary, I sense something about him, something that could turn disastrous if left unchecked."
The ANBU looked to him, "What would that be, Hokage-Sama?"
"That, I do not know. But this bo, Kyuume, he will be of great use to this village alive than left to be experimented on by Orochimaru." With that, Sarutobi continued to walk through and out into the streets.
He made his way to his office and sat down solemnly with his hands together and his eyes straight forward. He was contemplating every possibility of what Kyuume could mean to Orochimaru. If Kyuume did know things that Orochimaru didn't want known, then how could they extract it from him without hurting him? Thoughts flooded the weary Hokage's mind but he knew he had to perform one more tasks before going on his days as Hokage. He pulled up an empty file with no name on it, on the tag, he put "Akemai, Kyuume." He added information to what he thought would be appropriate for him. He left some areas blank: birth date, and family ties; but at the bottom of the page, he left three small notes. They read: Sub. Priority: SSS-Class, Sub. Sentence: Maximum Security Examination and Training, Sub. Prerogative: Supreme Warfare.
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