Oh em gee my first Naruto fic. I'm excited because this one's about Zetsu. He's one of the less appreciated characters in fandom and the anime. But I find him completely awesome! I came up with the idea on the way home from camping while listening to Lust For Blood by Gackt. Fitting song for him huh? Anyway I thought of how hard it might have been to grow up as him seeing his scary outward appearance. But I believe he's gentle and caring (minus his evil half) Anyway this might be long and might go into school if I don't hurry with it, and if it does than I might not finish it. Oh and of coarse R n R please.
A pregnant young woman named Kei ran through the cold streets of the hidden grass village in an attempt to get to safety from the oncoming onslaught. The grass country was in turmoil and a civil war was about to begin, being laden with child she wanted to get as far from the war as possible. Panting heavily from exhaustion she turned down the alley that leads to her small home. But as she spots her door she also spots an old woman stooped on her doorstep wrapped up in a blanket bigger than herself.
"Please ma'am," the old woman rasps, " if it isn't too much trouble, spare a few coins for this old woman."
It was mid winter and most people were broke or struggling to survive, either begging or working to the bone. But Kei had been lucky and had a family with a decent amount of money to keep her satisfied, and that had made her selfish.
"Go away peasant, and stay off my doorstep, there is nothing I will give to you." she spat glaring at the abomination on her doorstep.
The old woman immediately stood up and glowered at Kei through the blanket "You will regret your decision wench." She pointed a bony finger at Kei and said, "When you bear your child, he will be a demon scourge upon all the land, and you will die giving birth to this demon." Kei ignored her and unlocked her door and went inside, slamming it closed without even glancing back.
A couple months later in April she bore her first and last child. Dying in childbirth she didn't even get to see her son's face, but if she had she would've had a heart attack. He had pale white skin with light green hair, ghastly yellow eyes, and two small fly trap type leaves growing out either side of his shoulders. If not for the objections of the father he would have been thrown into the river, for they thought he was an evil omen. But it took every fiber in the man's being not to kill off the demon like baby himself. He only kept it as a momentum of his deceased wife, and named him Zetsu.
Seven Years Later
"...And you're name is cherry, now we're all friends!" Alone in a shack a boy only seven played by himself in the place he calls his bedroom. His pale, white face glowing in the shadows and his green hair illuminated by the sunlight coming through the cracks in the wall. He looks down smiling at his homemade dolls he had named and starts to play with them. No one wants to play with him and he hasn't had one real friend in his lifetime and to him they're just as far off as a fairytale. But Zetsu doesn't mind, he isn't hateful towards the other children and understands why they don't look at him. So he goes his own way and creates imaginary friends to keep him company. Suddenly the door opens, temporarily blinding him.
"Dinner time Zetsu."
His father is not fond of his freakish son but tolerates him, and tried his best not to abuse the child. He is given a decent amount of food and is allowed in the house but doesn't get many privileges.
"I'll eat out here father, if that's alright."
"Fine, but wash your dishes when your done."
He smiles and grabs the food left by his father near the door, it's a small fish and some edible plants. He doesn't like eating the plants but does anyway, they always make him feel like a cannibal, even though he doesn't think he's a plant at all. Pausing from dinner he looks out his window and for the first time he sees something out of place. A person with a headband bearing the symbol of grass and in a special vest is out in their small garden, a man of the village whose purpose was unknown. Suddenly more appeared and attacked the lone man, only to fall at the man's feet in defeat. Zetsu's eyes widened as he watched the onslaught occurring only a few feet away. It was amazing, the blood flying everywhere staining the ground as one lone man defeated many like they were flies. He didn't know what he was or who the others were but he wanted to be just like that, unbeatable and powerful. When all was calm again; the man sighed and put away his weapons. Without a moments hesitation Zetsu ran out of his room and ran up to the stranger. He was about to speak when he was interrupted.
"Oh, so this is the fabled demon plant boy I've been hearing about all over, you're not half as frightening as they say you are." Said the man half smiling. He was middle aged with scars all over his face distorting his features and short, messy brown hair covering his eyes. His comment hurt Zetsu but made him happy at the same time.
"um...thank you, If I may ask, what exactly are you? I don't get out very often so I don't know much about the village." The man stared at him for a moment, the laughed loudly.
"Why boy, I'm a shinobi, a guardian of the village. Jonin rank, name's Atsumaru."
Zetsu understood what that meant, it meant that people would have to accept him if he became a shinobi, and finally fit in with everyone and have real friends. Smiling widely showing his jagged teeth he said, "A shinobi! I want to be one! How can I become like you?"
"Well boy, you'd have to go to the ninja academy, graduate, and become a genin. From there you'd get a team and teacher to work with until you become a chunin. But I can't explain it all to you here, if you go to the academy they'll explain everything to you." Suddenly a bird call was heard overhead and Atsumaru looked up, frowning.
"I have to go then kid, but tell me, what's your name?"
"Zetsu, sir."
"Well Zetsu I hope to see you at the academy soon, the new term starts in two weeks, enough time to register." And with that he left disappearing into a cloud of smoke.