Disclaimer: I do not own the manga or anime series Naruto Masashi Kishimoto does. Any other extra characters I own. I also own plot.
Readers;
I desperately hope you like this first chapter, I worded hard on it...slightly, sort of (not really).
I've been walking in the same way as I did
And missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I could call?"
"No, and thank you, please madam, I ain't lost, just wandering"
Round my hometown, memories are fresh
Round my hometown, ooh, the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world, are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world, are the wonders and now
I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love it to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides
Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we ain't gonna take it
Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Round my hometown, memories are fresh
Round my hometown, ooh, the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world, are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world, are the wonders of my world
Of my world, yeah, of my world, of my world, yeah
Adele—Hometown Glory
1: Understanding Self
I can still remember the day of my despising, the way the villagers through the shards of glass or rock at me. The defeated look on the faces of my team mates as they watched without comment as I was shot down by the villagers.
"Please…" I had pleaded desperately. "Help me…" I had watched as Sasuke's eyes stared at me with the cold intent that they always seemed to hold ever since I'd brought him back.
"Stupid Dobe," Sasuke said, his eyes had been full of such malice that I had flinched back even as the villagers had continued to shout and harm. "Don't you understand yet?" An evil smile had split his face as he spoke. "You are not wanted here." He'd spoken with such a calm face eyes full of such carnal knowledge that I had been frozen stiff in reaction because of it.
"I-I-I…" I had stuttered out profusely as I'd watched a jagged edged rock fly towards my body. It had struck me in the side of my head, but if I had been anyone else—anyone without Kyuubi in them—I would have died.
Power had unleashed itself from inside my body, swirling and spinning chakra through out my seven strong pulses, it had licked its way up my legs, twirled itself up my arms and sucked itself into my mouth…merging me fully with Kyuubi.
"It's going to kill us all!" one of the villagers had yelled. "RUN!"
'Kit,' Kyuubi had whispered into my mind before disappearing for eternity just as the mob of villagers swarmed in on me. 'It's time to disappear.'
I had listened to her instantly, fulfilling the last wish of my best and only friend. The path I had taken had been one full of dangers and large rocks and waterfalls that seemed to fall till they reached hells waking.
I had met a man named Kisuke Ishida he was ten times my age with wrinkling laugh lines and a head of black and silver hair, his eyes were pools of eternal jade.
Ishida trained me until I begged for death, until I felt my bones would break underneath the strain. He worked my uke like body until it became muscled and lean, until my ability to use my chakra wasn't even a thought any longer, it was just a habit-, like taking a breath of air from age old lungs.
'Kitsune' Ishida would tell me-Kitsune then being the name that I would go by- 'You act as though I have killed you with petty exercise,' A shit eating grin would split the old mans face, and I would suck it up like ramen and then he would frown and say, 'Do twenty extra weight laps today, I'm feeling happy.' And he would laugh at my shocked and slightly appalled expression as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
Occasionally Kisuke would tell me stories of old and lore, ones about midnight blue two tailed serpents eating evil ninja, or small waif like fearie creatures that danced among the wooded folk stealing children and replacing them with trolls. The stories always seemed to make me roll in laughter, causing a smile to once again grace my stoic features. 'Kami-sama! Ishida you can not expect me to believe that!' he would laugh softly, the sound flittering across the ragged land laid out before us, sucking in a puff of smoke from his harashi flavored smoking tobacco he would fix me with a gaze that clearly left no room for judgment. 'It's not that I don't believe you Sensei' I would placate him saying some witty sentence or phrase and he would fix me once again with a gaze that seemed to speak millions.
It was the night of my birthday that he told me he was dying. 'My gull' he told me, smiling the same shit eating grin. 'You know how much I love you, even not knowing everything of you, you are like a son to me and I would never wish to leave you.' He had paused for breath, and it seemed that he struggled to take it in. 'I am dying my phrall I am being taken to Heaven's waking, I already feel the pull of the Night Goddess."
It was that same night that Kisuke Ishida died but before he fell to the hands of the Moon Goddess he told me of the empire he left to me. He whispered to me, already deep into the stages of death, of the red and brown speckled leaf country that I was to inherit. He spoke to me of the dancing woman—dans kadın he called them—of the way their bodies were painted an everlasting gold or silver and they danced under the firelight to the beat of the drums. He whispered words of praise, all of them about this beautiful, wonderful country that he loved so much.
'Phrall' He whispered to me before he died. 'Hidden deep in the pocket of my canta-bag-is my empires deed and a letter to my children. I gift to you my Phrall-brother-the home away from home, the only place that I ever loved as much as I love you. Be happy…' and then Kisuke Ishida diedleaving behind a legacy of a country that was apparently deeded to me.
Hehehehe... (Scratches back of head nervously) This is the first chapter of my first Naruto story. Uhm... well(eye twitches)it's a boyxboy story[my first one] I hoped you liked this chapter. Some of the words that I used in this chapter are either Farsi, Romani, or Turkish. I tried to make it fun... I hope it wasn't too depressing.
Phrall:Brother {Romani}
Gull: Flower {Farsi}
Cana: Bag {Turkish}
Harashi: Type of sweet flavored smoking tobacco, gives user a feeling of relaxation. {Romani men smoke this}
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