Introduction:
Hey, PyroShockZ here with another story!
So, thanks to the awesome person that is MikeTurner1, Aka Shadowonthewall6, I am going to be expanding the 'Scarlet Wind Universe' with this fic.
If you don't know the fic Scarlet Wind, I recommend reading that before reading this fic. It'll make a more sense that way. It's by Miketurner1 himself. One of my fav fics, for sure.
So, without further ado, I welcome you, to Night Fox!
Prologue: Nightly Beginnings
Konoha. An incredible example of ingenuity years beyond other places in the world. One could not walk throughout the city without seeing high tech buildings, transport and other devices everywhere. But simultaneously, the near futuristic structures blended together with the city's large oriental style areas. The blue lights of the future mixing with the pink sakura trees and shrines dotted everywhere in the city, showed how much of a deep love the citizens held for the past but also how they looked towards the future, and how they strove for peace. (it basically looks like the city from Big Hero 6, and if you don't know what that looks like, tough XD)
However, on is certain night in Sengoku, just one of the many crime ridden districts of Konoha, a large deal was going down in an abandoned warehouse. Drugs, weapons, everything. But, unbeknownst to the criminals, a pair of blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness, watched their every move from the rafters.
The hidden watcher moved lightly, but quick on their feet as they made their way across the steel beam to one of the corners of the large building. Luck was on their side tonight, as it was only one large light on the ceiling that illuminated the inside of the building, casting shadows everywhere. The shadows would help them. Stepping off the rafter slightly, they fell behind a big stacking of large wooden crates, presumably housing more drugs or weapons.
Now hiding in the large shadow of the crates the person glanced, over the wooden boxes to examine the rest of the deal. A large man, very muscular, with a large bushy beard and a Mohawk, was carrying a small crate of money over to the other gang's side. There was a sense of superiority coming from him. A leader of one of the two present gangs smaller factions, perhaps? Whilst being built largely, he was also blind in his left eye, and his left shoulder seemed to hitch every time he moved. A past injury. Weaknesses the watcher could work on. They examined the other members of the two gangs, before getting ready.
"Time to go to work." They thought. Stretching a little beforehand, they then threw a small kunai they had in holster into a wire connected to the singular lightsource above everyone. It pierced it with accuracy, disabling the light for now. The light vanished with the sound of shattering glass. The watcher closed their eyes and widened their senses. They could hear, no, feel everything; the shouts of surprise and distress, the rumble of the ground as heavy crates were dropped onto the floor, the clicking of flashlights coming to life, the light smell of sweat, everything.
The thugs were in distress. They shine the lights on there guns everywhere in panic. Two from the same gang shine their lights on each other and smiled at a familiar face. Though suddenly, one was pulled into the darkness screaming, bullets flying everywhere.
"What the hell was that?!" Came the strong voice of the mohawked man.
"I dunno boss!" Said another. Various cries of distress filled the air.
From right in the middle of the area where most flashlights were pointing, a thug from the other gang, was quickly pulled up into the rafters.
"GAAHHH!" Resounded his blood curdling scream. Now, the smell of sweat was obvious to most.
"Dammit!" Cursed Mohawk. "It must be him!"
As if on cue, the light came back on, to reveal a single figure now in the middle of the mixing cluster of two gangs, head down. They wore black cargo pants, tucked into black boots. They also wore black gloves accompanied by a strange black body armour, that brought out his abs, and on the chest area, was an orange fox head symbol. The stranger also donned a large orange hoodie, that reached down to just below their butt. On the back of the hoodie, was a black, tribal-like picture of a fox. The fox's tail started on the right part of his jacket at the from but came around to the back to create the body, and ending with the head on the hood, it's muzzle tip just reaching the edge of the large hood that the stranger had over their head. There was also two black batons, with orange thread wrapped around the handles, were strapped to his back. There were bits of armour on the sleeves at his forearms and on the back of his gloves to keep his large sleeves in place
He slowly raised his head, to reveal a black mask covering half of his face, stopping just above his nose.
"It's the Fox! Get him!" Yelled Mohawk. The Night Fox jumped up to avoid several spats of gunfire headed his direction. He landed behind one thug and, using his ridiculous strength, kicked him into a larger group.
One came at him with a knife, which he expertly blocked and removed from his assailants and kicked him away. He then threw the knife into the left shoulder of Mohawk, who, with his blind eyes and said shoulder damaged didn't have time to attempt to block or dodge. As he listened to the giant man's scream, he grabbed a thug from the gang and broke his arm. The Fox then tore away his gun and threw it into the same man who attempted to slice him with the knife.
His cerulean eyes caught onto a man about to open a crate and pull out a larger gun. So, before the guy had the chance to even grab the crate lid, The Fox ran at him. He then jumped, stuck his legs out forward and grabbed the criminal by the face. As The Fox landed on the other side of the large metal crate, he slammed the thug's head onto it, effectively making him unconscious. Or, more likely, breaking his skull a bit.
As more enemies surrounded him, Fox pulled out the two batons on his back(identical to Kickass' batons. Except black with orange thread around them) and went to work. He beat down countless assailants, before one man bit a few good hits in on him with knuckledusters. Fox was smashed right in the temple with the hard objects, causing him to stumble into mohawk, who punched him so hard that he was sent flying into a large area of wooden crates.
Fox yanked himself out seconds later and spat out some blood. "Thank god those aren't metal." He thought. He then tighten his batons, and connect the bandaged end together to create a bow staff.
He ran at the oncoming horde and used his staff expertly as he jumped and flipped and took down enemies. This continued for about five minutes until he was hit from behind with a metal bat, sending him into the concrete floor. Fox had gotten up onto his knees when he heard the clicks of guns everywhere.
"Stand down, Fox. This is the last night that you're ever on the prowl for." Sneered Mohawk, not that the Fox could see it. Said person slowly went to put their hands behind their head, but then crossed them in an 'x' in front of him. Fox then put his middle fingers to his thumbs and smirked under his hood. Time seemed to slow as he pulled his middle fingers from his thumbs, clicking them.
Time resumed, and as soon as the click was heard, gigantic bursts of black smoke, cinders and orangey-yellow energy that seemed to resemble fire, but wasn't, spread out to his left and right, sending every criminal present flying into the parked fans in the warehouse, walls, through windows, crates, everywhere(Delsin Rowe's smoke powers from Infamous Second Son, but nowhere near as powerful and he can't turn into the stuff :D)
The Fox stood up, and kicked his staff up to him, to then twist the two batons that made it and disconnected them at metal clips, and then put them back in their holsters in his back. Fox then wiped blood from his right eye. "That dude with the knuckledusters got a good punch on me there. Dammit I'm gonna have a lot of bruises and pain tomorrow."
He was distracted from his thoughts when a pained groan reached his ears he turned to his left to watch Mohawk climb out of a pile of, now crushed, wooden crates. When he saw the hooded man, the thug tried to run, but stumbled instead, after that last attack.
Fox sighed and ran at him. When he reached the muscular man, he used his strength to sweep his legs out from under him. Then moving incredibly fast, Fox spun around to face Mohawk again, who was still falling, horizontal in the air. He then punched Mohawk in his already damaged and now wounded left shoulder with his super strength, eliciting a horrible cry from the man. With such force behind the blow, the bearded criminal hit the ground and bounced back up, for Fix to then kick him into the wall.
He had no time to relax, as a gloved hand had him by the throat just as he started to fall off the wall after crashing into it. The Night Fox started at him with a steel gaze, with blue eyes that, to Mohawk, looked like they were glowing from his overshadowed face from the hood.
"Who was the other gang supplying you with weapons?!" Demanded Fox. He then deadpanned. "Did I really just do the Batman voice?… Roll with it."
"I-It wasn't a g-gang!" Stuttered Mohawk. "It was Gatō's people!"
Fox's eyes widened very slightly, before instantly returning to a scowl. "Despite being a rotten criminal under that businessman front, why's a pompous fool like Gatō supplying weapons and drugs to minor filth like you?"
"F-For defense against the Russians and The Triads, you know?" Mohawk replied. This seemed to tick off Night Fox further, as he then punched the bearded man in the gut.
"And why, can't you, The Russians or The Triads play nice, huh?!" He questioned. Mohawk was, however, still gasping for air, as a little trickle of blood escapade his mouth. After a few more gasps he looked back up.
"I-It's scary times out there these days, you know?" He wheezed. "They arm up, we arm. It's war. You know just as well as I how rough the streets are getting now. A person can't walk home from the store without being mugged."
The Fox seemed to ponder this for a few moments, before grabbing Mohawk by the neck again and holding him to the wall. "And what exactly is this 'war' for?"
The muscular criminal smirked. "Your kind." Fox froze at his words. "People ain't wanting normal goods no more. No…they're wanting serums that can apparently increase things like strength or speed tenfold. And Gatō, as it just so happens, is rumoured to have made a huge breakthrough. And it's all thanks to your people. You and Scarlet Wind, you… Enhanced."
After a long period of silence, Fox released his iron grip on Mohawk's neck, leaving the man to skimp against the wall in a coughing fit. The hooded warrior turned away. "Thank you, for the information." He finally said. As Mohawk then looked up, Fox sound around and slammed the thug's head into the wall, knocking him out.
Fox sighed and began walking away, when the sudden sound of sirens was heard as the large metal doors of the warehouse were pulled open. Police officers then filed into the warehouse to point guns at him. He could also make out the multiple red and blue blaring lights outside.
Next, a young man, in about his early twenties, walked in, a carefree smile on his face. His short, but very curly black hair stuck out in all directions. His soft onyx seemed to tone down the attention. He didn't look to special. He wore a black shirt with the cuffs and sleeves rolled up, with matching slacks and smart shoes. He also had two brown leather gun holsters strapped just near to his armpits, to which were both carrying loaded guns.
That however, is not what caught his attention. Tied around the man's pants where the belt should be, was a white sash with red triangles poking inward from the edges. Seeing this his eyes quickly scanned all other cops, and saw a symbol on the shirt and jacket arms of a few that made him slightly nervous. The symbol was of a greeny-blue shuriken shape, but stood on a point to look more like a cross, and the Uchiha Clan symbol in the middle with four dots of the same greenish colour surrounding it.
The Konoha Military Police. Tasked with really tough jobs, ones that the KPD couldn't normally deal with, as the KMP were trained in ways that no there knew of. And to top that off, this guy in front of him, judging from the sash, was the Commander. This didn't bode well for him.
"Wow! It's actually the Night Fox! He's real!" Came the Commander's happy cries. "It's awesome that Konoha has it's own vigilante. I'm Shisui by the way. Shisui Uchiha, and I'm sorry, but we're taking you into custody."
This man, Shisui, didn't waste a second as he pulled out his guns so fast, that if you blinked, you missed it. But Fox was prepared. Simultaneously, at the same speed, he whipped out a small black orb and threw it into the ground, eliciting a large plume of black smoke to rise and spread everywhere. The cops began shooting into the smoke straight away, but Shisui stopped them after a few seconds.
"Don't waste your bullets." He sighed. Then, by swinging his arm once, a big gust of wind swept the smoke away, to reveal nobody. They all looked up, to see a smashed hole in a window higher up. "He's already gone.
But the Commander smiled. "Well played fox. Well played."
After five minutes of continuous jumping from one building roof to another, the Night Fox finally stopped, wheezing. "Woo! That was close!"
He pulled down his orange hood to reveal unruly spikes of blonde hair, and pulled his mask from over his mouth and nose to reveal three identical whisker marks on each cheek. "Damn I better get back soon or I won't get any sleep!" He exclaimed. Pulling his hood back over his head, but no pulling up the mask, he began super free running again.
I bet you're super confused with what just happened. I mean, I know I would be if I was you. But, sadly, I don't have a probable easy life like you. No, I'm the guy in the hood.
The blonde was now closing in on the more high tech parts of the city.
The name's Naruto Uzumaki. I'm 15 years old, have no job, I'm a student at Konoha High School and I'm an orphan who lives on his own. I have a very boring high school life.
Oh, I've also got super powers.
The teenager used his super strength to push off the roof he was on, to then rocket into the air. He landed on the side of one of the countless skyscrapers and began running up it. After a minute, he reached the top and walked over to the edge at the opposite side.
Three months ago, I pushed a middle school girl, who was petting a fox in the middle of the road, out of the path of an oncoming bus. As a result, I was hit full force. Doctors knew I was going to die.
He took a large breath in and exhaled happily. He loved the feels of the wind whipping his hair and clothes around up here, this high.
But miraculously, I lived. The doctors somehow didn't realise it, but I discovered I was changing. For better or for worse, I'm still not sure.
He then ran back to the side he arrived on, and once again faced that same opposite edge. Once he was ready, he ran full force towards the edge.
I feel like there's one tiny detail that I forgot to mention though…
…oh yeah!
The boy leaped off the edge of the building, full of adrenaline and his arms and legs out die by his side.
I'm also Konoha's resident so called 'vigilante', Night Fox!
A/N:
Well there we go, done with the prologue of Night Fox!
MikeTurner1, if or when you see this, I hope you liked the start. I shall do your universe proud!
Hope everyone else enjoyed the prologue too. But, this strip won't be updated regularly, cos I want to work on my other stories too.
But, I'll see everyone, next time!
