The Red Wind.
Prolouge
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The inspiration for this story is James Bond. Yea, I watch too many Double 0 shows.
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Who am I? My name is not for you to know. But since you asked for a story, I shall give you one. This boy name is Uzumaki Naruto and he is a legend of worlds. He is a ninja and one of the finest. Not a front-line fighter but instead, a spy. Well, I know him as Uzumaki Naruto, but the world knows him as the "Red Wind". That is so because he is a ninja that can control the wind. He uses the wind to teleport himself to any location he wants and when he teleports, he leaves behind a gust of red wind. And why red you may ask, that is so becuase his chakra is red. Normal chakra colour is blue but Naruto is special. He has the Kyubbi No Kitsune sealed in him. Many at first thought he was a demon reincarnation, but slowly they realised him for who he is. Now you probably be thinking, "Since he can control the wind, why not a front-line bad-ass fighter?" Well, like I have said before, he is very special. Naruto has great talent and more hidden potential in stealth. So in his hometown, Konohagakure or also known as the "Village hidden in the leaves" , the council and including the Hokage chose him to be a spy. But not just any ordinary spy, but a spy / assassin. The first of its kind and the last. No one has the same great control of the wind or has the same talent in stealth. He even bested Jiraiya in stealth. And Jiraiya is one of the legendary three ninjas. Now, this is the tale of Uzumaki Naruto, the "Red Wind" of Konoha...
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I ran as fast as I could, knowing that if I even took a break for a few moments, they will be on me. My legs were starting to give away, I could not go on much longer. Death looms towards me. I turned my head, seeing where they were. Barely a few feet away from me. A sickening thought ran through me, " This time... I am really gonna' die....". They were closing in fast, armed with everything they could find ; pitched fork, knifes, choppers, penknifes, swords, sharpened stones and rock. And soon, all of it will be pierced into me. I am not as harmless as I look. I know why they were after me, or to be more specific, after the creature that slumbers within me. But the word "slumbers" ain't really right. It's awake. A warm feeling ran down my shoulders. What is it? Is that the feeling of death that is going to come? No, it isn't a feeling. It's blood. My blood. The villager that carried the long and frightening pitched fork has scrapped my shoulder. They were right behind me. I sped up. But after a few more minutes, I slowed down again. I can't really last so long. It has been over fifteen minutes since they started. They were also slowing down, but the thought of finally finsihing what the Yondaime Hokage started gave them the ability to continue. But there's nothing here for me. Konoha was nothing but just a place to live. Just a run-down broken home was all I have. The Hokage is in Suna now , happily chit-chating with the Kazekage , probably. But things did not slowed down here. Instead, it sped up. Everyday for the last whole week , they made their move. The Hokage rarely left Konoha and he was always here to stop. But the villagers, I must say, has gotten a brain. They opted for a more slow approach. Because everytime they attacked me, the Anbu stopped them and ended whatever that was left in their lives. They had waited for a nice time to come in my house and slit my throat. And now was the time. Then suddenly, without me doing anything, pictures of my precious people appeared infront of me. Sarutobi-sama, Iruka-sensei, Kakashi-sensei, Itachi-niichan. Itachi... It has been so long since I last saw him. He slaughtered his clan but left his brother alive. He was ordered to do it. I don't know if that's true but I suspected it since it happen. Itachi loved Konoha. He would never hurt anyone. Killing his clan was so... Not him. It was unlike him to do it. Now I had it in me. The will to survive. I wanted to see all of them again, including Itachi.
But how was I , a ten year old going to survive a mob of angry villagers? I can't kill them, I can't out run them. It's all words and no action. How can I do it? Then, a truth entered me. I can't kill them or out-run them, so I have to out-smart them and hide. Focusing chakra into my feet, I jumped. As high as I could. Landing ontop of a rooftop. I touched ground or tiles. Then I realise two things, first, the villagers can't jump and second, this was not a flat rooftop. I skidded to the side, almost, almost falling of the roofs and directly in the middle of the mob. Instinctively, my hand reached out and grabbed one of the tiles. And then came, the barrage of weapons. I had two thoughts, " This is how it ends? Me hanging on a tile , being stabbed with weapons?" And the second thought," This villagers has no aim.. At all." But I spoke too soon. One butter knife came and sliced my right eye. "Argh.." I yelled and had one of my hand covering and stopping the blood from flowing. I had to get out of here. Fast.
With a burst of chakra to my feet, I leaped from that rooftop to another and another , continuing until a couldn't even see a thing from them. I landed gracefully on the ground and panted. At least the worst was over. But once again, the heavens love proving me wrong. The mob, not wanting to give up this chance, chased after me quietly. And now they were infront of me. Directly. " Curse my dammable mouth," I muttered.
"Looks like the "Oh so mighty demon has fallen" ," One of the villagers spoke. The one I recognised as the only one with an aim. After finishing his sentence, he kiked my gut, making me drop on my knees." Demons are not humans and therefore, not allowed to die on their feet," He continued. The whole group rallied him to torture me before letting them all finish me.
"So it seems your the leader?" I asked.
"Oh yes I am, be prepared to meet your maker, demon," He taunted me.
Great, now I am dealing with a whole mob who has to choose the leader who could talk, decently. " Oh yea? And how are you gonna' kill me? Smart-ass," I replied. Since it was my last chance, I should use the most of it.
"The demon could talk? This is a marvel! So sad, it wouldn't last," He replied, each word said like venom.
"Can I at least have the name of the one who claims to be able to kill me?" I asked.
"If you were a human yes, but since you're a demon, no," He said. I have very sharp eyes and I saw his muscles or what that looks like alittle bit of muscle tensed up. He then swung his hand to the side of my head and that was the last thing I saw. While falling to the ground , I mumbled, " Pathetic..." My last words still an insult to him.
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That's all for the prolouge, folks. Anyway, I will have it updated in no time. Actually about a few days. Anyway please read and review. C'mon just review it!
P.S: The way he teleports is like a mini-tornado which can be seen because the colour is red.