Hello Everyone! I am finally writing again...sorry it took so long. This is a brand new story of secrecy and powers beyond the imagina-
Man in Black Cloak: Get on with it already! I wanna make my appearence right now so we can begin!
Me: Well, screw you! Just for that, you can be nameles for this chapter!
MIBC: You wouldn't!
Me: Mwahaha!
MIBC: Guardianmaster4 owns the characters he has made and his original storyline...that he stole from me!
Me:...you really don't wanna be named do you? the rest of the characters and such are the property of there respective creators! Now on with the story!
Prologue
There is a secret village in the shinobi world. A village so secret that even the leaders of the strong five villages dismiss it as simply myth. It is a village shrouded in secrecy. It is a village where freaks and weirdoes gather to protect themselves and become one with the shinobi world. It is called the Village of Corrosion. It is a place where no one is ever un welcome. A place where you can always find smiling faces and happy soldiers. They just may not be the people you expect them to be. A human born and shown as a hero? No. A human thrown out for being unusual? Give them to us. We will take your rejected and your poor. Your weak and your strong, and we will, WE WILL make them strong!
October 10th, 6 years after the Kyuubi attack, in the village of Konohagakure, the Village hidden in the leaves, is where and when this tale begins. It is where a remarkable man waits….to pick up….a scapegoat child. Let it not be said that the freaks and outcasts are good for nothing!
A blonde boy is running in the streets…being chased by people….if you can call such fools people…..
"Please! I didn't do anything!" The boy yelled over his shoulder. "Kill the demon! Kill him like he killed our children!" is what the boy heard in response. "I never killed anyone!" The boy, Naruto, yelled as he continued to run. The fear was evident in his entirety of being. He should have been able to make it to safety….but fate intervened
There! I just turn right and then I am home free! Naruto yelled out in his mind before taking a left, only to come to a screeching halt. He had taken a wrong turn…he had run right into a dead end. "Demon meat guys! Fresh demon!" A villager screamed as he backed Naruto up further.
"Please! Why do you att-" Naruto never go to finish that, for he had just been hit in the throat with a kunai. A white haired man grinned under his Anbu mask. "Behold! The demon is silenced! Now we can kill him in silence!"The crowd of villagers cheered as they all drew knives, and, for some, began to prepare handsigns. No sooner had they come within 10 paces of the boy then the first, the man who had screamed meat, fell backwards dead, his head cut off. Horrified expression on there faces, the villagers began to look around for what had done that. It was that stupidity that caused them to miss the man with the pitch black cloak covering his body dropping down in front of them.
"Why are you attacking a child? What has he done to deserve this?" The man spoke in a raspy, almost grizzly like voice. The villagers looked at each other before one responded "He is a demon! He killed our families six years ago! We will now take vengeance!" As the villager tried to charge the man, he suddenly fell forward, head rolling away. The man with the white hair seemed to widen his eyes as he watched from the shadows.
"I see no demon. I see a child with a burden that will rock all of you and destroy all of you. Besides, even if he were a demon,"- here the man stopped as he tossed a knife into a man's chest before grinning madly "demons are fun! Hahaha!" Before any of the villagers could even react, they had all been decapitated. Turning back behind him, the man noticed the boy had fallen unconscious, probably due to the amount of blood lost. Frowning, the man closed his eyes and breathed out a cloud of blackish gas, fanning it with his hand in the direction of the boy as he pulled the knife from his neck. As it reached the wound, the smoke seemed to solidify and liquify before being pulled, almost by a vacuum, into the wound, where it instantly closed. Nodding, the man picked up the boy and held him at arm's length.
The white haired man then dropped down from where he had been hiding. "Put the boy down! You are under arrest for the murder of civilians! Identify yourself or be incinerated by me, Sharingan Kakashi!" The man smirked beneath his cloak as he brought the boy up to him and nodded slightly, before turning to face the now identified Kakashi.
"You have no idea of the truth, do you? No you do not. This pathetic village that ostracizes those with true potential just for being different. You have yet to even come close…..to finding corrosion!" With that the man jumped high and was struck by an immense stream of blue lightning….only it came from a cloudless sky. When the lights cleared, the boy and the man were nowhere to be seen…and Sharingan Kakashi would find later that his trademark had been replaced by a prosthetic eye.
End of prologue.
MIBC: What a short freaking prologue! You jerk! *takes out a knife and holds it to my neck*
Me: I promise the next chapter will be MUCH LARGER! I PROMISE!
MIBC: *puts knife away* And do I get named next chapter?
Me: After that stunt you pulled? You'll be lucky if I name you by chapter 78!
MIBC: *growls and looks sad*
Me: *sighs* Fine...within the next 2 chapters I will name you! Ok?
MIBC: all of you out there please Review and say what you think or my future name will haunt you!
Me: How can a name haunt anyo-"
MIBC: *cuts me off by holding a knife to my throat* You say smething servant?
Me: No sir! Nothing at all! Nothing at all about the readers reviewing to help save me from being killed by you! *I collapse in a mess of tears*
I will try to keep updates as regular as possible...until September, I should be good for 1 chapter a week...after that...I don't know yet, but I do promise that updates will come. When I have the September update schedule figured out I
will let all of you know! Criticism and finding mistakes microsoft word missed are welcome! Until then! Ja ne!