I'm in a bit of a rut with 'Broken', so I have decided to try and do 'Alchemic Ninja' again. I may or may not finish this.
Sorry for the really short first chapter, next one will be longer. This is really just a prologue, anyways.
Oh, and to make this clear: I am NOT hating on the God of the Bible. Narutotakes place in another universe with different religions. Don't get all PMSy about it.
I really need to know what you think! How is the writing style? Do you like the plot so far?
Not much plot in this one, actually...If you want to know a bit of what's going to happen in further chapters, and maybe in this one, when I post a more revised version, go check out the first one! Try not to mind the really crummy writing. .
Oh, and keep checking back for that revised version.
Once again, I really need some feedback.
I will really be explaining the theory in this, so if you haven't read Full Metal Alchemist, you will still be able to fully enjoy this fic, but it wouldn't hurt to go to onemanga and read some. ;)
More on bottom.
(EDIT: Sorry for the re-post of this story. It was all buggy on my end first time around)
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"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God."
-Epicurus
Darkness prevailed, and death wrung through, smoke burned the vision, the lungs, and hope. Energy could be felt from the center of the carnage.
A great bonfire of fear.
From whence did this advocate come?
Where had we sinned?
Why does God punish us!
In the agonizing end, many fancied these thoughts, their screams wreathing upon those empathetic souls who could see their own death approach as their comrades fell.
But one did not.
In hindsight of such plights, those who survived can see that this stranger carried hope in his arms. A man with no equal, warring with nature itself.
Try not to be ridiculous, and mind yourself.
This is not his story. That stranger, standing brightly among the ash and blood, dies soon, protecting all precious to him.
The wicked path of the hero.
Rather, this is but the prologue of another story. One even greater than the legend left behind by this stranger.
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"Son of a bitch!" One screamed, while another fell in the surreal flames.
Flames of hell, wrought upon man by laughing demons. Angry, laughing demons.
Those demons bore a name: Human.
The fires of their end had been visible long before now. Frighteningly so, in fact, was how long it took for the fires to reach them, while they waited in fear. Praying to God, hugging their families, kissing, embracing their lovers. Knowing they would not survive. There was no hope.
Surprisingly, this was a ninja village. One that embraced love and emotions deeply.
This is Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. A standing monument to ideals, to hope, to love.
Ash smelled strongly here, for the forests surrounding this massive village like a cloak burned. Slowly reaching the weeping village hidden within.
A stranger to you walked the corridors of the capital building, visible far from the village. Running as his thoughts sped, he grinned.
Grim as it was, it was beautiful. Everyone would remember that smile, even those who had never seen it before.
Blond locks of hair blurred past those running, those panicking, as this stranger approached the front lines. A small, crying bundle held within his loving arms. His gaze was caught up in the scrunched face of his newly born son as he ran, his legs carrying him.
Blood smelled strong, with burning and flesh donating a horrid accent of their own. He had reached his destination.
With a final breath, he rushed forward, begging for forgiveness the entire way.
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Hiruzen Sarutobi, the third Hokage of this village we may know refer to as Konoha sighed a sagely, overused sigh.
***Random Fact***
Currently, the great nine-tailed beast, 'Kyuubi'was busy,
Making mincemeat of the area surrounding Konoha, and the
Shinobi stationed at the front lines, attempting to fight off
The great chakra beast.
The Kyuubi no Yoko is thought to be a natural occurrence , happening when human malevolence swells.
He stood from his seat in the great office with some difficulty, the great density of chakra in the air on this day giving his old bones great aches.
***A Not-So Random Fact***
Like you, depending on your gender, and age, are made up of
Either more, or less than 50-65% of water, Tailed Beasts, such as
The Kyuubi, are guesstimated to be made up of a general range of
45-50% chakra. Of course, Tailed Beasts still need water for ligaments and
such to be capable of movement, and that is also guesstimated to take up
the other 5-15%.
Just to put that in perspective, the highest known chakra density in
human was estimated at 8%.
After this being recorded, the subject in question was arrested for
illegal human experimentation, and soon died in prison due to
poisoning brought on by his own excessive amount of chakra.
Staring out at this great village he so loved, watching it burn in flames and screams, caused the Hokage great sadness. It pained him even more when he thought of what his successor, the fourth hokage, was being forced to do to save that which they both loved so dearly.
Such was war, he knew. But what form of monster would he be if it did not cause him great pain?
Sighing that same sigh, once more, the aged man sat again. Rubbing at his pointed beard in frustration, the man stared with hate and lose at the large, white and red hat sitting upon the desk at which he sat.
As the minutes wore on, the man began crying to himself, feeling the emptiness of loss once more. His dears dotting the hat which he stood crouched over now, explosions from outside and sobs from within rocking his worn body.
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Feeling much the same loss as his predecessor, our stranger ran on. Allowing himself but moments to grieve for the passing of his wife, who died birthing the son of his which he carried close to him. His crying eyes tried to beg forgiveness from this boy, for what he was to do.
He was so young...but he could ask no one else for such a sacrifice, not with clear conscious.
This boy would serve as the container for the greatest of the Tailed Beasts, the Nine Tailed Fox, Kyuubi.
Landing in a clearing, the man swallowed hard, regret already forming in his soul. Quickly, he thrust his open palm onto the forest floor. A great plum of smoke resulted, and with exhuming power, now stood the visage of the toad boss, Gambunta.
A great red frog, standing higher than that building in the center of the village, he was. Is. Clad in robes of an aged blue, and a pure white, he stood. A pipe hung loosely from his wide mouth.
A heaving sigh came from those lips a moment later, as he stared down upon the man who had called him to this realm with a sad stare.
"That time, eh?" His voice shook the ground, deep and strong. The man nodded deeply.
"Move your ass! I don't have all day, and neither do those guys!" He pointed a webbed finger (?) to the battle, raging a short distance away. In a swift climb, punctuated by jumps, this stranger, this father, this man, rose to the great back of the toad. The only mortal overseer due to blood, to the pain, to the loss.
Besides the frog.
"Only chance you have to pray, ne, Minato?" The toad chuckled. A horrid attempt to ease the crushing loss he already felt welling inside the back of his heart. The man, annoyingly, laughed. He laughed loud, and he laughed strong. The laugh of a man who knew was about to die.
And OK with the cost for his final deed. He had accepted his fate; Death.
"Why the hell would I pray? I'm actually trying to do something, here!" During the great strides of the amphibian, he punctuated;
"Get of your praying asses! God isn't going to do what you're not!" A final message to Konoha,
To his son.
With a mocking grin, this man fought the greatest of the Bijuu; the Tailed Beasts.
This man went down smiling, laughing. Louder than ever.
I like that about him.
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The aftermath.
Always a horrid place to be; Always a horrid place to feel.
The smell of death, charcoal, and pain. Earth was scorched, and trees burnt to the root.
Kakashi Hatake stood, alone in the plain. Empty but for the tears that filled his eyes, and fell on his bloodied cheek. The water, falling, hitting the ground softly. Apologies were said;
"I'm sorry for your loss." A pat on the shoulder, done mournfully.
"He was a hero!" Cries filled with loss and praise.
"Fight on! His death shall not be in vain!" Triumphant yells, optimistic now that the beast, this 'natural disaster', was gone.
He felt anger at these people. They could not understand the loss one felt when they lost their father. None of them had felt the loss of a father reach into their hearts and just...squeeze.
The cold hand had touch him twice, now.
First..his real father.
Now, the one who had filled that gap.
Just a cold body left, and emptiness.
Any final words lost on the wind.
His son...the bundle in his arms. Was it truly the container for the Nine-Tails? Could such an awesome beast as the Kyuubi be contained by a mortal, young as him? These inquiries were common. But no civilian, nor ninja alike held the answer.
For it was currently under review.
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"The demon shall be killed!"
"Minato shall not have died for nothing!"
Cries for the child's death. Had they lost their faith? Could they not see beyond their fear?
Obviously, the answer is 'yes'.
"Quiet!" An almost guttural roar sprang from the Third Hokage, the predecessor of Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage. Our stranger. A chill sent throughout the room, a by-product of the anger of one such as the Third.
"It was Minato's final wish that this child be regarded as a hero! Furthermore, this child is his son!" His pipe was being crushed in his hand as he spoke. Great, crying passion in his words.
"This child is a demon! We should kill him now and finish what the Fourth started!" The council member roared, ignoring the reasoning of Hiruzen. Cries of agreement rung through the room. Bells of death for a child.
"How much must I stress that this child is merely a container for the Kyuubi! He is the jailor which keeps us safe!" Hiruzen shook his head with a sigh, stupidity seemed more common in adults than children. He was almost sure of it, now.
"You would kill the jailor which keeps histories greatest criminal under lock?!"
Turns out, these people would. Without even an intelligent, non fear-driven thought.
Weapons were brandished, as the ninja among those calling for the waste of the golden-haired child resting tiredly behind Hiruzen took action: pathetic, irrational irony to the last words of the Fourth.
Their movements quickly halted by hands of shadow. The leader of the Nara clan: Shikaku Nara, the man behind the shadows. An annoyed look on his face, hate in his eyes. His hair was a dark, burnt black. He stood, clothed in fishnet, a thick, green vest, and a frayed, the frayed, ragged remains of a jacket.
"You would kill a kill a child, one as innocent as your own?" His finger formed a sign, the pointer middle and thumb point to sky, the others wrapped together. They wavered as the restrained ninja struggled with fierce force on his hold.
Betrayal, hate in their eyes.
"This demon is not a child, an undoubtedly guilty!" A raven man spoke; both hair and eyes as dark and unforgiving as the night.
Debate lasted for hours; the black haired man breathing fire and hate as he called for the death of this child.
Support for this child was scarce; Only the Nara's and the Akamichi's back him without falter. The Hyuuga's and the Uchiha's, the two strongest clans, both screamed for waste to the child. The Inuzuka's as well.
Inoichi Yamanaka, and Shibi Aburame remain neutral, but still felt the child should not be killed as of yet.
The Aburame's, for agnosticism. They felt they could not make such a decision with out any backing.
The Yamanka's, for trust in Minato, and their own phsyco-analyitic skills, which spoke volumes to them as to the imbalance in the oppositions physce. They felt observance was necessary.
Even the Hokage's advisors, former squad mates, sought the child's death.
The situation was more than grim; It was catastrophic.
"This child is a hero!"
"It's a demon!"
"Kill the demon!"
At the dawn, by the grace of fate, the meeting was adjourned. Hiruzen had won; under harsh circumstance.
But the boy would live.
And the story can continue.
Naruto Uzumaki was granted his right to seize fate by the neck, and take all he could from it's dying self.
The beaten path was to be smoke and ash in his wake.
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I've decided to improvise a lot with this story, so leave me a review telling me what pairing(s) you want to see, and your ideas for the plot! Your input is valued, and practically worshipped.
And for my fellow Full Metal Alchemist lovers, and those who have seen/read maybe just a bit; what alchemic abilities do you think I should give Naruto? Should he torch people like Roy, or blow stuff up like Kimley? You help decided! *Is practically begging for reviews :3*
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