Abducted:
Prologue:
Written by Mangachick1
Disclaimer: the manga or any other references that may procure included do not belong to me…really…
"Sparrow, you are now the secret guardian of Uzamaki Naruto, I am aware you hold your differences towards the boy but do not let it cripple your duty, understood?" The porcelain mask of the sparrow nodded shortly before melting into the shadows of the Hokage's office.
The wrinkled brow of Hiruzen Sarutobi deepened as he frowned, not positive with his final decision, he sighed rubbing the mar in forehead with his fingertips, he raised a hand and immediately four Anbu blurred into vision before him.
"We will be leaving at twilight, the meeting in the Daimyo's court should take no more than 6 hours, so there is no need to pack excessively, is everything clear?" Three of the quadruple nodded, warm chocolate eyes centered on the only opposing Anbu.
"Is something the matter, Inu-san?" He inquired.
"Permission to speak freely, Hokage-sama." The third Hokage nodded and with a gesture of his hand the other Anbu dispersed.
"What is the matter Kakashi-kun?" A world weary sigh bounced behind the porcelain mask, as the nineteen year old stepped forward.
"I am aware that sparrow-san would be covering my shifts with the child while we are away and I am aware it is not for long though I have doubts concerning his attitude towards the child's tenant." The third Hokage nodded sagely.
"I understand your concerns but I have enough trust in Sparrow-san to do what he must if the time comes, if that's all…" Sparrow remained silent even as his left hand twitching in objection. "Dismissed."
The silver haired teen blurred into the shadows, unawares to the aged Hokage sighing, many a nights later would he wonder why he had not listened to those concerns.
Small, plump hands clutched the stuffed orange plushy, squeezing it tightly into his chest as he grinned. "You Gama-chan, are the best birthday present ever!" The newly called five year old squealed. "I'm never letting you go, so you don't have to worry those mean grannies will get you!"
The boy nodded quickly, cerulean eyes skimming the empty bedroom for any onlookers and diving underneath his thin covers, the grey blanket flattening his locks as he maneuvered the toy from out under his chest with many squirms. He looked straight into the buttoned eyes of the frog determinedly.
"We have to stay hidden so the bad people don't take you away." He dramatically scooped the area with his eyes. "We are safe for know but like the awesome ninja that we are we can't let…" The golden haired boy paused, a figure at the corner of his expressive cerulean eyes puzzling him.
After a moment of question he yelped, squirming under the covers and clutching his precious Gama-chan to his thumping heart. "You're not taking him!" He shouted to the figure.
He squeaked as the thin cover was thrown off his body, the cold air hitting his hot skin, he peered though a squinted eye and the boy did as any right minded human could do at the sight that was greeted by him, he yelled in alarm.
He scrambled backwards, hitting the wall as the chest heaved eyes locked on the figure before him and clutching his beloved treasure as close as humanly possible. "your blue…BLUE!" he shouted as if them man in question was unaware of that striking fact, the blue man grinned showing rays of pointed canines capable of breaking through skin and bone with ease.
"Shut up or I'll make you." At the small, half hearted threat, the golden haired five year old gulped thickly, glancing around him for that figure in black with the peeks of silver hair to protect him from the bad people.
No one arrived but Uzamaki Naruto did not give up easily on his always savior and knew that he just had to wait it out; the figure in black that always protected him would come.
"So this is it?" A harsh voice inquired, bringing the five year olds attention to the stout rather fat figure. A clock shrouding his form and a mask covering the lower half of his face.
The blue-shark man thingy stared off out the window, seeing something Naruto could not in the tree rooted outside, the blue shark man grinned. "Yep, this is it." The 'It' in question frowned realizing they were referring to him, blood pounding in his throat as the large towering blue man stepped forward.
"Stay a-away from me…" He stammered, but the child was not one to give up so he took to his feet and sprinted as fast as he tiny legs could take him, pulling himself out the window and onto the triangular roof below, he slipped in his hurry and yell escaped his throat as he slid swiftly down the angled roof, trying fervently to hold on to anything that could save him.
The end came too soon, the boy flew airborne, still clutching his precious Gama-chan in one arm and managing to seize the gutter pipe on the rooftop with his other. His knobby knees smashing against the brick wall of the house, and he bit his tongue in his pain. His breath coming in harsh pants but still there was no figure to save him from his doom.
He was expecting his protector to swoop in and save him with a cool remark, kick their asses and then to treat him to ramen.
But he wasn't coming, without other reasons the five year old surmised that something must have happened to his protector, he was probably injured and couldn't save him. So today, it should have been his job to save him, Naruto would have a chance to be the hero. With his fantasy's running wild he decided.
He shouldn't have run away, he should have been fighting!
Lit with determination, he tried pulling himself up but the muscles in his arms were not strong enough and only served to tire him further. He glanced beneath him, to his left was a concrete pathway and to his right the fine lawn of the house he dangled from. The drop seemed humongous to him at that moment but he wouldn't stutter.
He dived to his right, rolling into a ball around his treasure and hitting the ground with a bone cracking jar, he gasped darkness enveloping his vision and piercing ring in his ears.
"Get off my lawn, monster!" His blurry eyes tried focusing on the womanly figure beside him but he was unable to, something wooden hit and prickled his arm – in retrospect he realized it had been a broom shoved in his arm. "Get off!" She screeched, the pounding in his head continued and a dull ache settled into his shoulder, a pain he was unaware off over the constriction of his head.
He tried to sit up but the device in her arm, tripped him, bringing him to his back repeatedly, all the while the lady screamed at him to remove his 'dirty, flea ridden, ill-bringing vessel' off her lawn. "Hey, what's going on?"
Tears pricked in his eyes at the pain in his head and the feeling of helplessness settling in his chest, he knew that voice it was off one of the caretakers in the orphanage, and he hated Naruto. "Demon! Get up!"
A thick hand was on his left shoulder, gripping his grey shirt and sharply hauled him to his feet, his choked at the strength, his legs jelly beneath him. The man slapped a hand on his back, a grunt of disgust leaving the caretakers mouth and he fell to his knees, his precious present falling from his arms as he felt vertigo. "Gama…" He mumbled, the pathway cutting through the grass beneath his hands, stones biting into his palm.
He had to get away from there.
Reaching out a small hand to capture the toy in his arms, he stumbled to his feet racing from the house quickly, his dizziness disappearing with the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
It was only a few moments later after the buzzing in his ears died down that he noticed the people around him were cheering, shouts of malicious mirth; he stopped in his sprint intending to hear their words clearer and looking around him for the cause of the joy.
"Boo." He yelped, his heart jumping to his throat as a inhuman blue hand rested on his shoulder, a sadistic gleam upon rays of sharp canines.
"Kill the demon! Kill the demon! Kill the demon!" All too aware on who the blood-lustful villagers chanting was referring to, tears blurred his vision, slipping down his marked cheeks, he tried squirming away from the blue man, pushing with his one free hand on the giant appendage.
"St-ttop!" He shouted, a wail escaping his throat, the frigid fear blanching his marred cheeks, the sunken hollow feeling of his stomach from his loneliness was accompanied maliciously by the hate blazing daggers into his petite form.
When the darkness came, it was welcome.
A/N: So worth continuing?