The Wheel that Turns
Chapter one- Our Eyes
Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto, just this idea.
A/n: Reposted by request, yes I am Satetsu, I've just recently switched accounts
Hizashi Hyuuga glanced over his shoulder as he stepped into a dark clearing in the forest. He waited impatiently, wary of every noise in the dark. He almost sighed with relief when an elderly man stepped out of the brush on the other side. The man was an ex-shinobi from the Land of Clouds, who had tended to him when he was hurt. The man lived just on the edge of the large country now.
Hizashi looked down at the precious bundle in his arms, one of his sons, twins born to his loving wife. His wife now laid dead in the hospital, the other young boy stillborn. He had known it would happen, he had known because he had planned it. Had planned these deaths as well as his own, which would come soon.
He had made plans to get his unborn son away from Konoha, away from the cage he lived in, away form the family that would cage him. He reluctantly handed his only son over, tears in his silver eyes.
"Be careful with my son, take him and raise him away from Konoha, Neji, that is his name," he beseeched the man, who nodded with a sad smile, Taking Neji gently into his arms. Hizashi kissed his son on the forehead one last time and transported himself from the forest back to the Konoha hospital, to mourn his wife and son. And to prepare for his own death.
Little did either of them know, the elderly man would be ambushed and killed when he was almost home. Killed for the supplies on his back. When the few days old baby started to cry from under the corpse, two pairs of eyes locked with each other in slight surprise. The older of the pair frowned and pulled the bundle of cloth out from underneath the body, pulling back the corner of the blanket to reveal the face of a baby, fists clenched and eyes squeezed shut, the kanji for Neji written on a small scrap of paper in his hand.
The large man raised an eyebrow when the small boy traveling with him held out his hands for the infant, the man handing it over, wanting to see what would happen. The small boy cooed, rocking the baby a bit, an aura of gentleness and caring wrapping around them. The baby stopped crying immediately and giggled, small eyes cracking open as he smiled. Eyes that had no pupils and were a moonlight lilac color.
The large man grunted in surprise, like any good shinobi, he knew those eyes. Knew what those eyes could do to a man.
Byakugan. A Kekkei Genkai.
It seemed the best tools liked to drop right into his lap.
He turned and snagged the dead mans pack off the ground, walking the other way. They young boy looked surprised and followed obediently, baby still in his arms.
"What will we do with it, Zabuza-sama?" he asked in a small, high, musical voice.
"He has the same eyes as us Haku, he will remain with us," Zabuza said, still walking. Haku smiled brilliantly, happy that he now had another companion.
"What is his name, Zabuza-sama?" he asked, trying to keep up as the baby fell back asleep.
"Neji, his name is Neji,"
-Time Skip (yeah I know, another one) 13 years-
Kakashi watched with wide eyes as his opponent, one Momochi Zabuza, crashed over to the side, a pair of seven inch long needles lodged in his neck. All eyes focused on the direction the deadly needles had struck from, five gazes landing on slender figure standing on a branch a few feet up, face covered in a Kirigakure hunter-nin mask.
After a few exchanged words the young man dropped out of the tree, landing silently. Kakashi and Sasuke both frowned when they noticed something odd about the boys' shadow. They watched it closely as the young hunter-nin stood up in front of a tree.
The shadows long, long hair was tamed into a thick braid, and though the clothes were identical, the shadow clutched a kunai identical to the Yondaime Hokage's in his hand.
Team 7 and Tazuna the bridge builder watched as the boy with the odd shadow carted Zabuza's dead body away.
Haku laid out his various tools from their case, pulling out a pair of metal clippers and reaching for the bandages that his senbon had pierced through.
"Now, I have to cut the needles out and drain the bloo-," he was cut off when Zabuza's hand wrapped around his wrist.
"I can do it myself!" Zabuza growled, shifting the bandaging for access to the needles.
"I see you are awake then, while most people would be asleep for a week," he commented as his Master sat up.
"And you, have all the finesse of a butcher," Zabuza said, yanking one of the carefully thrown needles out of his neck.
"Careful now. Pull those out any which way and you really will die," Haku said, packing up his tools.
"Why the neck? There are dozens more spots you could have used," Zabuza growled again, yanking the other needle out.
"Yes, but the neck has no layer of muscle," his tool said, "and you'd be complaining even more if I had scarred your perfect body," Haku said with a smirk. Zabuza eyed the masked boy, wondering what he meant by that.
"Take that stupid mask off, and you, get out of that shadow," he said gruffly, resting his weight back on one arm. Haku obeyed readily and pulled his mask off, turning back to watch as another boy, though a little taller, melted out of his shadow.
This boy's clothes were identical to his own, but in shades of black, gray and trimmed with blood red. The eyes on his mask were wider, to show pale eyes tinted lavender, with cat slit pupils.
"It was useful, for fooling those Konoha ninja," the boy said, flipping his long braid back over his shoulder, pulling his mask off to show a face every bit as feminine as Haku's. There stood Haku's dear little brother and, more recently, his lover, Neji.
"I think the Copy-nin noticed dear Neji-kun though," Haku said, standing up and brushing the dirt off of his knees.
"And without our even noticing, the fog has lifted," Neji said, gesturing to the now clearly seen trees.
Kakashi shot up out of bed, shivers of paranoia running up and down his spine.
Something wasn't right, that hunter-nin with the odd shadow, and what he had done with Zabuza's body…
He hadn't seen what had happened to Zabuza's body, the boy had taken it away.
Hmmm. So that was his game.
Haku let his hair cascade down his back in the early morning light, his companions snoozing lightly on the bed on the other side of the room. He left a quick note fluttering in Neji's breath as he made his way quietly out of the base. He was intending on gathering some herbs he had found recently, which would speed Zabuza's healing process.
For the trip he donned his light pink patterned kimono, it was one of his more useful disguises. If the trio wanted to travel incognito, then they paraded as a family. Zabuza was Haku's father, and Neji was Haku's husband, the three of them traveling to find a place for the "newly-wed" couple to call home.
Or if it was a more dangerous mission, where the target needed to be isolated, Haku would tie it so that the end of the kimono barely went past mid-thigh and was sent in to seduce the target.
Those last missions were always amusing to him, Zabuza would sit at the other end of the bar and watch sullenly, and Neji would sit at the bar and glare at his drink as if it had just killed his puppy. Oh the delicious things Neji did to him after those missions.
But he was getting off topic
Neji and Haku, Zabuza often said, were the best made tools any shinobi could ask for, stripped of all morals and both very formidable opponents in any situation. The pair would always feel warm and fuzzy whenever they heard Zabuza praising them (or bragging), like a puppy who had been petted, when it was used to being kicked.
Haku was pulled from his musings when the bird that had been sitting on his shoulder took off ahead of him. He rounded the last bush to the clearing and blinked when he saw a boy, the blond from before, now that he thought about it, lying asleep in the patch of herbs he intended to pick.
Hmmm
Neji bit back a yawn as he wrapped a thin piece of cloth around his eyes so that he could walk around in town without worrying about anyone asking about his pupils. Zabuza had told him about the bloody history of the Hyuuga clan, whom he was apparently descended from, and he was grateful that he was with his Master and Haku, instead of trapped in the cage that was Konohagakure.
Around the age of four, just after he had started training, Neji had been locked in a staring contest with a kitten that Haku-nii-chan had brought home, when his eyes had formed black pupils that they had never had before. Zabuza had then run Neji through the ringer, testing this newest power to its limits.
After a few weeks, Neji could fully transform into both his "father" and his "older brother", fully imitating their speech and walking patterns. After a while, the only way Zabuza could tell the two apart was by smacking them on the head, which usually dispelled Neji's powers.
Zabuza liked to call the mysterious powers the Chigakure, Hidden in the Blood
After a few years of rigorous training under the tutelage of his companions, Neji could reach into the minds of his opponents and pull the most important figure in a person's life from their memories and turn into them.
Now Neji, with the beauty that only a prepubescent boy could have, dressed himself in a beautiful kimono in black with red dragons on it, preparing to track down Zabuza's right hand tool, who had wandered off.
"I will be back in a little while, Zabuza-sama," Neji said, tightening the sash on his hakama fiercely, indicating a bad mood.
"Come here," Zabuza grunted, making Neji blink before obeying, coming to stand by the headboard that Zabuza was propped against. Zabuza reached up and tugged his ever present bandages down to reveal his mouth, Neji smiled happily and leaned over to kiss his Master.
Zabuza buried his fingers deep in long, nearly black hair, marveling at the silkiness as he always did, as he pushed his tongue into Neji's mouth, causing the boy to whimper in pleasure. Zabuza pushed Neji away and towards the door, the boy flushed and even more delectable.
"Now go find your brother," Zabuza said, fixing his bandages as Neji smiled and turned, slinking out happily, bad mood gone.
Haku giggled when Naruto started boasting about his dreams, shifting the herbs in his basket around a little.
Haku's head jerked around when he heard a loud bird screech.
"What is it, miss?" Naruto asked, confused.
"Uh, nothing," Haku said, letting his chakra flare enough for Neji to find him, but not enough for Naruto, untrained as he was, to feel it. Haku felt a pleased shiver roll up his back when he felt Neji's chakra pulse over him in reply.
"I have to get going, my companions will be looking for me," he said with a smile at Naruto, who nodded and offered him his basket full of herbs.
"Alright, be careful miss! You never know if there are rogue ninja about!" Naruto warned comically. Haku smiled, shifting his hair off his shoulders to lay against his back.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, and by the way, I'm a boy," he said as he walked out of the clearing.
As he embraced Neji in hello, Sasuke walked by the two of them, standing on the path, and as Neji's cold eyes settled on the Uchiha crest on his back, the Genin felt a shiver of premonition mixed with fear go up his spine.
Sasuke spun around, but all he saw was a girl leaving with a long haired boy, most likely her boyfriend, but when the boy turned to look at him, he saw Sharingan spinning dangerously in those eyes, and his own shot open wide.
Before he could stop them, they vanished with a poof and a cloud, marking them as shinobi.
"Sasuke! What are you doing here!"
"Naruto, you idiot,"
In case you hadn't noticed, I combined the first two chapters, since they were waaay too short.
So…. I still have no plot for this really
Kira
