Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, never will, don't even want to.

I deleted my other story for a few reasons. It was crap basically, it was far too challenging having to write for two different characters at the same time! The story was just messed up, things being inconsistent because I didn't know what I wanted to do properly. But with this one I seem to have a better idea! So I really hope this one turns out better, please give some advice!

I hope you like it! :)


My name is Mayumi Taiketa, also known as the lousy slave…

All my life I've been told that I was a useless nobody, having almost no magical powers or talent. Just knowledge about mana control…but the people didn't see that, knowledge held no meaning if you couldn't back it up with the power it would produce.

I went against the normal teachings of the mages, they believed that raw power was everything. If you could blow up mountains or kill somebody with just a touch, then why would you spend attention to the finer details? They saw power as strength, and compassion as weakness, if you didn't have power to stand up to others then you were used as a slave, providing for others that could…

They used me as one of those slaves, working day and night just for their needs. Not paying attention to my needs or wants, all that mattered was that I could give them food at the end of the day, if I died while doing so, then they could just replace me.

So yes, I was a nobody, having almost no magical powers in my youth made me unable to enter the schools, no school means no education, no education means no future… well, at least no future worth living.

In the little spare time that I had I tried to learn everything I could with the little powers that I possessed, instead of focusing on the bigger skills such as fireballs or earthquakes which I couldn't do. The little mana I had could only be used for the smaller things like producing a cooking flame or cleaning a cup of water.

But…that little amount of power may have been a blessing in disguise. You see, with little magic you had a lot more opportunity to try and manipulate it. The bigger your powers, the less control you would have. The strongest people just seemed to compensate for their lack of control with putting in more force, resulting in enough injuries and destruction to their surroundings. But apparently that destruction was justified, they had the power, so they made the justice…

My early childhood was one such occasion, at one time I lived with my loving parents in a small farm on the lands. Enjoying every moment we had together, looking at sunrises and sunsets, fishing and growing the crops. They supported my will to become a great mage, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to, they still tried giving me hope. Hope that there was a brighter tomorrow where I could support my parents and they wouldn't have to work themselves to the bone.

Sadly that stopped one day… a wandering mage was experimenting with his new fire skills. When he passed our farm and forced us to give 'the great' him food, he got angry when my parents told him that there was almost nothing left. He didn't care, the little food that we had left should be given to him, leaving us to die a noble cause…the noble cause of providing a wandering mage with a full stomach for one day while it would mean us dying…

My parents pleaded and begged him to go away, to spare our lives, even going as far as to go on their knees before the mage. Their pleas fell on deaf ears, in his anger and wanting to try his new fire spell he saw us as a nice experiment. He didn't see our lives as anything meaningful!

The next thing I remember was flames everywhere, my mother and father hugging me while crying. Dying to protect me from the flames while a mage was laughing in joy as his experiment seemed to have worked…

I woke up the next day, everything around me black and unable to move. I noticed why, my parents died to protect me until the last moment, their charred bodies still holding on to me as they slowly fell apart from the blowing wind.

In utter shock I stumbled backwards, not believing the sight before my very eyes. My dead parents' arms breaking into pieces as I moved away from their last hug, the last time I felt my parents touch me. Their bodies fell forward, no longer being supported by my body. They hit the ground, crumbling, leaving only bones…

I just sat there, grieving from the loss of my parents, enraged from the cause of their death! A lot of emotions went through me, slowly becoming insane from what had happened. My mind trying to protect me with the only way it knew how, a thirst for vengeance, giving me a will to live!

A couple of days passed, when people found me in the wreckage they took me to a nearby town, only to sell me as a slave for some quick cash. The loving childhood with my parents was over, it was now gone I realized. I was to be used by others for their greed and show of power.

Never giving up on my dream for power and vengeance I tried to understand the little power I had in hope to somehow become strong enough to achieve my dream. I needed power, such power that I could kill everything that I wished, kill the mage that took my parents, kill every mage out that with their false sense of superiority!

It was extremely hard being a slave and using what little time I had left for my studies. But after almost a lifetime of working myself to blood, sweat and tears I achieved it! The power I thirst for, the power to change everything, the power for my vengeance!

The power… of death… in all the years of my study I came to one conclusion, one important life deciding conclusion. There was a soul… with all the time trying to take control over my little magical powers and achieving utmost control in doing so I noticed something next to the mana.

There it was, a lingering force, unlike mana but almost impossible to feel. Mages call mana the source of our lives, life energy, but they were wrong, oh how wrong they were. It wasn't life energy, it was just the force protecting it. With the control I had over my own little mana I was able to move it away, something that shouldn't have been possible according to many, the mana you had at your center was unmoving and a constant. Yet I was able to do so, it moved and there I saw it, the lingering force in the center.

It was a small black ball of flame, it looked so weak as if just the smallest breeze would blow it out. But that perception of weakness was utterly wrong, even though it looked weak and small it glowed with power, like one small push would make it burst and explode.

Having nothing to lose I wanted to find out what would happen, what if I were to provoke that power? It took all the willpower that I had to achieve this, it was a test of the mind, since the soul was inside you and mana was there to protect it, you couldn't use said mana to harm it. The only thing that could harm it was my will to harm it, my will to harm the soul would have to be stronger than the power it harnessed.

Black…everywhere, everything was black. The tiny flame that seemed so weak but yet so powerful burst into a blinding black light, taking my awareness with it. I could see what the explosion did as if I was the one doing it,

I watched as everything in the lands that I knew was engulfed in the black light, leaving only a smoldering pile of death and decay in its wake! All the people that used me, the people that sought the ultimate power and used it to take control over others, destroyed before my very sight!

It was exhilarating! I knew I should feel bad for all the innocent lives that I took, but deep within I just didn't care… they were only being used, they were forced to their death, so why bother when I just sped up the inevitable? What did have my attention was the sight of academies getting destroyed, the mages screaming in anguish and terror as their life was taken away from them! Loving every second of it!

Yes, this was all I ever hoped for and more! A shame I couldn't use this power to wipe out all the mages in existence, but I became satisfied…I had my vengeance…

The black light faded, taking my consciousness with it. My life as Mayumi Taiketa the slave ended, a bright light taking it away as I left the world of the living…


( The realm of the dead )

I never believed in reincarnation, thinking it would end with my death. How wrong I was… there wasn't an afterlife like a lot of people imagined. There was however a different realm where you soul seemed to wander in oblivion, there was no concept of time, it seemed like I was floating in space for ages…

After what seemed like a century of total silence and darkness, having spoken to no-one and even having been unable to move even the slightest. There was a light, it started small like a dot on paper and grew to the size of a full-grown man. The light was spinning and created a rippling effect in its surroundings… quite honestly it was a wonder to behold, never having seen anything quite like it.

The light stopped growing and took shape, it started resembling the outlines of a man, but had no distinct features except for a smile. Like a blank canvas that had yet to be painted, only having the slightest details that showed that it wasn't blank… a smile on a man made out of white light….

The smile widened and even though it should have resembled a nice smile on any given person, it looked terrifying! And then the entity spoke… "Hello…Mayumi, or at least the soul that represents Mayumi Taiketa, do you still remember that name?"

Yes, I knew… the name that caused me so much grief and pain, the name that slaughtered many in its vengeance, the name that would probably become cursed in my old world. "Yes, I do… sadly I still do, giving anything to forget it but failing to do so…"

"Now, why would you forget such a glorious name? Don't you realize what you had done? It was quite a magnificent feat if I do say so myself, and trust me, I've seen a lot during my lifetime."

How was what I did glorious? At first I thought so as well myself, but over what seemed like a century in thought, just thinking about what I've done, I stopped doing so. The killing of so many innocents just to kill the few that deserved it, that wasn't glorious, that was anything but… I was a maniac…

"Oh? A maniac? No, you weren't, although most would agree with you in your old world, this isn't your old world. Care to guess where you are then? Even though you already seem to know the answer."

He was right, I knew the answer to where I was. It was obvious really, what else could it be next to a realm of purgatory? This was a place where you were judged, to see what would become of your very being, your soul. But why did he seem to like what I did, and that opinions would differ here compared to the old world. Wouldn't the slaughter of so many people be judged as evil no matter the cause?

"Even though you can apparently read my thoughts, I'll give in and humor you with the answer… it's purgatory, the realm that is not quite the realm of the dead. A place of judgement, of atonement, a realm to see what is to become of me."

The man's smile grew even wider, "Correct! And I am your judge! Now for my last question before we begin, what am I called?"

Didn't that differ between cultures, religions and even every individual? Although, thinking back, there was always one thing that seemed constant… even though it had many names, deathbringer, taker of souls, reaper… there was always one constant…

"Shinigami"

"Ghahaha correct again! Although it wasn't that hard of a question. One small little thing that you should know, I am one and I am all. Every soul is judged by yours truly, that is my role, that is my purpose and that is my power. And you, my dear Mayumi, are the only person in many centuries that managed to make contact with their soul!"

So I was a special case? He wanted to actually speak with me, the only reason I was here before him was because he found me interesting?

"Indeed… You are quite interesting, with the little power you had you still managed to make contact with the soul, an almost impossible achievement! So many have tried, yet so many have failed… It is sad really, the soul is a work of art, it should be appreciated more… and then there's you, a total idiot that goes and blows her soul up ghahaha!

I couldn't go against that really, what was I thinking at the moment? I knew it was my soul, that it would burst with just a touch, and yet I did it anyway! I blew up my own soul, not even thinking about the consequences!

"But if I blew up my soul, then how come I am still here? Shouldn't I have stopped existing?"

"Of course not! I am the Shinigami, I govern all souls! Even one destroyed such as yours isn't out of my control, although I have to admit that it took me well over a century to piece it back together in its entirety."

"That's why I was just floating around and you waited to talk to me?", the figure nodded, signaling that I was right… now for the other thing that I was wondering…

"Tell me, why was my soul black? I imagine it shouldn't be, but I could be wrong… it was after all the first time I saw a soul"

"Finally you get to the good part! You're right it isn't usually black! You see, the soul represents your thoughts, your nature and your very being at that moment. It starts out grey, and it can change color to white or black, sometimes even colors such as red or green. Yours turned fully black, signifying that you were a being of pure malice, you only wanted death and destruction, that was your very will to live!"

That does indeed explain it, the only thing I was thinking about at that time in my life was vengeance, the thirst for revenge and justice. Not caring how many would die, only that they would in the end. But why am I still black? This form represents my soul, and I've changed over the century, shouldn't I at least have become grey? I've grieved for what I've done, went through the stages of acceptance and repentance, so why is my soul still black?!

"That, my dear Mayumi, is because your soul can only chance color in the realm of the living. No matter how long you stay here, no matter how much you change, you will stay a being of pure malice! Even in reincarnation, you will become a person that represents malice!"

I didn't like where this was going! Being reborn as pure malice, wouldn't that make me a mindless killer yet again? Removing the opportunity to change my soul in the process?

"What will become of me during the new life?"

"Although you are to become a being of pure malice, this does have benefits. One of those is that I find you extremely interesting, therefore in all my benevolence I will let you remain your memories. You will live to atone for what you've done, you will live with the knowledge of every person you killed during the explosion, never forgetting their faces in anguish as they died because of you."

"yes, you will retain the memories, but without those you have no hope to change, you have two options in this new life. Life as your representation would decree, or change your fate and show that you will live to make a better world."

"Your blackened soul will give you powers, you will be able to feel malice in other people. Able to control your soul to an extent, growing in power as you learn and live. Trust me when I say that you will be surprised with how your soul will be represented, for it will not change during your entire life, once your being is made, it can not be changed. So deal with the image you are going to have and prove others wrong in their judgement, or if you so desire prove them right, it is your choice."

So, a new life with powers that I've dreamed of my entire previous life. The downside being that people will know what I am, probably hating me for my entire life. It was not going to be easy, that was for sure. But I will prove them wrong! I will atone and I will show them that I am not a blackened soul!

The entity walked towards me, his arm reaching out and hand holding my shoulder. "Then prove me wrong, for I know what you are deep inside, and you will not fail to amuse me.", he pushed me into nothingness and I fell into oblivion. There seemed to be no end, and it scared me to think what would happen. Then it hit me, it felt as if I suddenly stopped and hit solid ground with a sickening speed, a bright light enveloped me…


( A small village, somewhere in the new world )

In a small village situated next to a cliff and forest a scream could be heard. The scream of a women in pain, crying for help that would not come, the scream of a women giving birth…

"Please, dear stay with us! You can do this you're almost there!", that one sentence was spoken in hope that was not to be fulfilled… "Push! I can see the baby!". The women began screaming harder as the baby started leaving her body, screams of anguish, not a slimmer of joy being present.

"It's out! Dear you did it! Dear… dear!", the man that stood next to the women began crying as his wife died, the baby was delivered but his wife did not make it. This was no joyous occasion, he lost the love of his life, only to see her give birth to…

"Demon!", yes, a demon…the small boy that came out of the women had pure black hair that seemed to be alive. The hair flowing even without wind, like black flames dancing on his head. His eyes were pure black with no pupil, there was no white to be seen, only black, radiating malice. Whoever looked at him could only think of one thing…'Demon…'

The man screamed in grief and fury, having lost his wife only to have birthed a demon. He took the child in his hands and tried to squeeze it to death only to find his hands going up in black flames. The boy falling to the ground, hitting the floor but staying unharmed as the black flames came out of his entire body protecting him from harm.

"Aaaaarggghhh help! Somebody help! It hurts! Demonspawn!", the man was screaming his lungs out, knees on the ground as he looked at the remains of his arms…burned stumps was all that was left from the elbow down. No hands to be seen, only ash on the ground from what was left of them… he fell to the ground after a few seconds, twitching in shock and having spasms. The man wouldn't survive for long, just as his wife lay dead, he too was going to die.

Hearing the screams coming out of the house people started rushing in, only to start screaming in panic and horror at the sight before them. Two corpses, one dead on the bed and the other laying on the ground in ash, but then they noticed another being in the room. They saw the baby, laying there in between them on the ground… "…Demon! We must kill it!"

Just like the fate the man suffered a few men ran towards the baby trying to pick it up, only to burst into flames and fall to the ground, crumbles into ash. The scene could only be described as a nightmare to the villagers, losing their loved ones before their eyes. This was a quiet and peaceful village, nothing ever happened here, let alone a thing like this!

The remaining villagers noticed that only the flesh of people burned when they touched the baby, with stone cold determination to kill the demon they took to action. Protecting themselves with all manner of clothes and armor so they could pick up the demon without dying. It worked, they managed to pick the boy up "Throw it off the cliff! That will surely kill it! Throw it in the ice waters, drown it! We must rid ourselves of this demonspawn!"

The rest of the villagers roared in unison, agreeing with the statement, the demon had to die. Throwing it of a cliff was a fitting end, it could not be allowed to life any further! They ran towards the edge of the cliff "Die, demon!" and threw the Babyboy off, watching him plummet to his certain death.

He hit the ocean, water filling his lungs, the flames desperately trying to keep him from harm but slowly failing. The villagers let out a shriek of joy and went back to the scene of so much death, after that one joyous moment there would not be any more joy to be seen in this village, for it was now a village of sorrow.


( Two days later at a beach )

A man with black hair and dark eyes walked down a beach, mumbling incoherently to himself. Stumbling over pieces of driftwood and rocks on the beach, picking himself up of the ground several times. This was until he suddenly stopped, looking to his left in between a few pieces of driftwood, almost hidden out of sight he saw something…

"What's this?", the man walked towards the driftwood and began clearing it away, only to be surprised at what he found, "A baby? What's a baby doing here on a beach, in the hiding between wreckage… how curious…". He bend forward intending to pick up the baby, only to come to a sudden halt in his movement,

All around the baby black flames appeared, sensing the incoming person they sprung to life yet again intending to not let anything harm its master.

"Black flames? I've seen many things in my life, but only once have I seen black flames… that is not a memory I think of fondly… But this can't be the same, the baby doesn't have red eyes, he isn't from that accursed clan."

The man took a small step back and took something out of his belt, a small thin needle. He threw the needle at the child's neck with obvious experience, putting it into a death like state. The flames receded and he let out a breath of relief. "Now then, time to take you some place else little demon, you will do nicely when you grow up."

He took the baby as he walked off the beach, heading to a nearby forest shrouded in darkness. As if the nearby light was afraid of said forest, desperately trying to avoid it. The man didn't stop and simply walked in, not even taking the trouble to avoid any incoming trees as they shattered before him, nothing hindered his path. The path behind him filled with destruction as if a natural disaster just passed by.

Nearing a small cliff he simply walked up the wall as if it was solid ground, not stopping for anything as he didn't seem to have a care in the world. Meanwhile mumbling incoherently yet again, nothing he said seemed to make any sense, except for the man himself.

"Now then, finally home… haven't been here in a couple of months, I'll have to do some cleaning before I let you in little demon. Wait here for a bit okay?", he casually put the baby on top of a tree stump that was just next to the edge of the cliff, one small movement of the baby and he would fall down. The man didn't seem to care and just left him there, going to clean his house.

"Futon: Great Breakthrough!", a huge cloud of dust came out of every opening of the house, making it seem more like a dust release than anything… "There, that should do it", he walked out fully covered in dust "Futon: Wind shield", blowing the dust off of himself with a final jutsu.

"Now for the little demon, let's find a place for him to sleep. Somewhere outside of my house though, don't want it going up in flames… it may look like a pile of garbage but it's still my loving home!", picking up the baby he walked a small distance from his home, "There, this spot should do fine".

"Doton: Earth wall", a few walls of solid earth popped out of the ground resembling a small shelter, too small for a full-grown person but large enough for a crib and baby. "Yes, good enough for the small demon, don't want him getting too comfortable, just one small wall in the front so he won't crawl out and it's done.

Making one small wall in front of the shelter opening he smiled as he looked at his work "Done! There you go little demon, enjoy your sleep", dumping the baby without any sort of bed into the makeshift shelter. Turning away and returning to his home, not even looking back for a second.


Yay a first chapter to my new story, it has some similarities to my other story that I deleted but I wasn't happy with how that turned out. This story will have a similar future storyline but with just one character, which makes it a lot easier for me to write. I noticed that I didn't have enough experience to write the other one… shame… maybe later when I get better?