Clandestine Anesthetic

Part 1 – Upbringing

Okay, DISCLAIMER – FOR ALL CHAPTERS TO COME.

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

That is Masashi Kishimoto who has created the most incredible place ever. I have indulged a good part of my life in it and to actually creating a story HOPEFULLY worthy enough to convince readers of a new character in it.

Now, this IS an OC/Sasuke. It DOES NOT start off right away. If you want to jump ahead and ruin my background for the OC, then start in CHAPTER 8, but feel free to be confused as hell. If you like the story and want visuals and more information, I created a specific blog dedicated to my originals. Link- .com

This is my first post of a story, though I've been writing stories on paper since I was in elementary. I'm 22 now. I take criticism, even verbal harsh beatings. I like the honesty. Don't be afraid to throw out ideas because even though I have a very well lined up structure for Part 2 (which will be posted up next in the months to come) I am always open to dishing out some new twists.

Okay, pretty sure that covers that.

Enjoy!

~Prologue~

Arise of the Ryukotse Clan

A night of peaceful silence descended upon a miniscule village, one not yet aware of its sequential presence to the beholder of Fate. Above, twinkling harmlessly, laid a cloudless sky. The stars were the only illumination to the planet beneath, as the absence of the moon gave new meaning to the mysterious darkness.

A samurai, his armor plated an intricate silver, paced forward just beyond palace gates. His eyes were locked onto that very sky. Prophecies…he scoffed, standing still. The Sage of Six Paths had concealed a tiny scroll through his passages of travel to entrust a sacred message to their village. The samurai glanced at his sword. The Sage had spoken to him personally. It baffled the samurai. Of all of the noblemen in the court both of warfare and politics, Akamaru Kadosai had been chosen to have a request of their wise hero bestowed upon him.

"Guard this village. My presence is sought elsewhere."

Akamaru, the samurai general to the Eastern Lands of Kai Province, had been taken back by the Sage's calm but urgent words. The hero of their world, demanding such a mundane request from the samurai seemed odd at best. He had saved the world from the Earthly Ten Tailed Beast. What now could possibly have their savior's attention? And why did Akamaru alone have to guard this village on this "special" night?

The scroll that had been handed to Akamaru by the Sage was within the delicate hands of their Empress. Akamaru had not been informed of the inscriptions inside the papyrus, so thus he was left ignorant as to why this particular evening held such significance and caution.

He sighed. The Sage was practically all knowing. There was always a reason for his every action. And so the samurai would do as he was instructed. He had to trust their ultimate leader.

Suddenly, after finishing his reflections, the night sky shifted, catching the samurai's attention. He narrowed his eyes towards the western side of the stars. A gold and red sparkle began to appear, enlarging its form quickly. Akamaru tensed, grabbing the hilt of his sword. He calmly walked forward, onto the stone steps leading downwards upon an open terrain.

The Empress had explained to the samurai select words, albeit cryptic.

"Be on the soil when our skies have changed."

So he was. Was the omen within the scroll about him? A shiver went down his shoulder blades through his spine, causing his body to tingle.

He took that as a yes.

The star – or so he believed it to be at his stand point – drifted closer, the size expanding as it did. Was he supposed to fight this…star? To guard his village, Akamaru would do anything. He had always fought with brute strength, and unsurpassable courage. Yet, he sensed that the Sage had implied another approach for this "battle."

After a few minutes, the star was near enough for Akamaru to observe a gold aura which surrounded the exterior. Not like a fiery gold however. The samurai remained in place, slightly awed by the raw color so boldly radiating from the object.

The wind began to pick up instantly, howling as it did. Akamaru frowned. The star would land before his very eyes. The metal armor on him clinked loudly from the current of air circling about.

When the impact was made, the earth beneath the samurai shook, causing him to fall forward. He swiftly regained his balance, swaying the hilt of his sword to dig into the ground for leverage. Smoke drifted in a vast cloud before him. He stepped cautiously toward the object, finally drawing out his weapon. Chakra swelled around the blade, which appeared as a menacing tint of blue and purple that could barely be seen. Akamaru prepared himself for anything.

When the smoke cleared, he waited patiently, but the atmosphere around the object passively settled. He lowered his sword. Not but a half a mile in the ground now revealed a boulder, perhaps the size of a carriage. The gold manifestation that he had seen in the sky still clung to its black surface.

Akamaru gathered in a deep breath and went to investigate, keeping his rapier ready.

There seemed to be no threat…Akamaru kept his guard up nonetheless, having been trained exceptionally well in the Art of Deception. The meteor had been prophesized; so had danger that accompanied it. He was a few feet from the rock when a thunderous roar echoed across the landscape. His body tensed immediately. Though one could mistake such ruckus as a coming storm, Akamaru knew better. The Beast of their Lands had awakened, much to the samurai's dismay. Though the Earthly Ten Tailed Beast had been subdued by the Sage of Six Paths, the Scaled Ten Tailed Beast still roamed about. And the impact of the meteor was clearly no blessing to Akamaru, as it had obviously disturbed the monster, now making its way to the village.

And now the samurai understood. The threat was not necessarily from the sky, but from the effect afterwards which the Sage had indicated for him to beware. Akamaru began to sprint towards the palace gates when suddenly his body froze. The rock was pulsating chakra, and it appeared to be resonating with his own chakra. The feeling had his veins throbbing and his heart pounding.

He spun around, startled by the odd sensation of his chakra being tugged by another kind. The meteor was now emitting a red glow with bullion tints. Akamaru unconsciously crept towards the incredible sight. He was mindlessly moving. His right hand reached out to the boulder. His fingers tingled, a pleasant warmth flowing through the tips. He was not but an inch from touching it.

The ground shook once again with ten times the force from before, causing the samurai to loose all balance and knock into the boulder. A blinding light was cast into the otherwise obscure night. Akamaru was instantly overcome with pain. His body crumbled in on itself. His sword fell uselessly to the ground. He could not breathe. His lungs felt ready to burst. His blood was on fire, like needles piercing outwards from within his body out of his skin. He could not voice a sound. He could not scream in agony. Seconds had passed, but Akamaru felt trapped in this state for several minutes.

And then he heard it.

From the chaos endured in his own self, he could still hear the resounding roar of a dragon.

Ryukotse.

The effort it took for Akamaru to open his eyes, stand up slowly, and breathe normally was indescribable. But he did it. He was the General Samurai to their Empress. It was what he had to do. What he had been birthed to do. To be one who endured. That was who he was.

There before him stood a beast over fifty feet tall. There was no need for lights now, as the dragon radiated its own flame.

Upon this oversized serpent were ten separated tails that wove into its spine to connect with the rest of its body, which was coated of mainly brilliant golden scales. Each tail signified an element of chakra. Two tales flowed of glittering water chakra, gathered in one long stream of blues, purples, and a wave of turquoise. Two were of fire chakra; they were set ablaze to emit the most light, of embers set in oranges and yellows that rose in random amounts of power, as if a fire pit had been lifted from the ground and braided somehow to form those long flickering tails. Two other tails sparked of white flashing electricity, a black glint keeping the bolts together in wide lines. Two more tails consisted of condensed air chakra – smooth wisps of glimmering light teals, with pastes plastered to the outer edges, blowing endlessly within itself. The last two were part steel, part rock, part wood, and part soil. Large thorns stuck out from the darker brown parts, which were surrounded by granite a marble.

All ten tails swung dangerously about the trees, lifting them from the ground. The dragons upper body arched with superiority, the wings a lighter gold than the rest of its form. The arms and legs were pure muscle, though those being the scrawniest of any other part. On the chest of the beast was a plated link of scales that tucked underneath the stomach, forming sort of a scrunched rainbow – a mix of several colors, but dominating still the gold. The material of the scales compared to that of impenetrable armor. Its neck seemed to be one long slide, connecting to the pointy but elongated hairs on top which glistened white and yellow. The horns were flattened back, black and light blue, but sharpened like enormous blades.

And, of the most intimidating features, lay the face of the dragon.

The scales were far smoother there. Pure black shadowed the majority of the narrow cheekbones, mouth and eyebrows. Small whiskers peeked out; it's snout a golden and grey mixture.

But the eyes of the Beast had the ultimate forbidding effect. A startling crimson held such deep depths. The thin slits of the pupil became more prominent, more menacing. If one continued to gaze into those eyes, the colors of each elemental chakra could be seen, shimmering ever-so-slightly.

Akamaru felt his hands tremble.

Ryukotse stood arched, staring down at him. At closer inspection, he could see his very figure reflected in those bloodcurdling eyes. The pupils narrowed, sending each nerve in the samurai into overdrive. Yet the man stood his ground, lifting his sword gradually, as if it suddenly weighed three times more than it should.

Akamaru was no match for this beast. He knew this.

So why had the Sage of Six Paths expected this from him?

He was one man…

Ryukotse inclined its massive neck forward. Akamaru in return experienced a sever ache in his eyes. He was able to yell out in anguish this time. He dropped to his knees with a thud, holding on desperately to his suffering eyes. Had he been under a genjutsu, he would've thought a ninja was splashing acidic droplets on them.

How had this night gone so askew?

The dragon snarled, low and deafening, making the samurai's body quiver. But the beast made no attempt to attack. The immense chakra emitting off of the ten tails began to affect the creatures nearby, as they went to flee or stare blankly from a safe distance.

Other samurai began to finally appear through the iron gates. A woman with auburn hair, flowing past her knees, commanded the men to halt. She was layered in silk garments, kimonos of heavy size, decorated elaborately. She hushed the bickering but worried warriors, her gaze solely focused on the scene before them. Her most loyal subject was being granted ocular powers from a legendary beast. The meteor contained unique chakra, able to manipulate and control other chakra. Ryukotse must have been aware of the incoming entity as well, hoping that the beast himself could get to it before any other life form could. Fortunately, Akamaru had beaten the dragon. The Empress could observe her General's metamorphic chakra, which stirred around him in glorious blues and purples. Though he was currently bent over in agony, the energy that flowed from his body reigned strongly. She lifted her chin toward the dragon, knowing that her presence was clear to the beast that stood but some miles from her gates.

What would Ryukotse do now that its intentions had been altered?

Was the Sage of Six Paths correct in predicting the dragon's actions?

Akamaru opened his eyes slowly. The world to him had transformed drastically. It contained luminous colors he had never witnessed before, and the movements in those colors linked to ever particle imaginable. They bounced off of one another like waves, flowing in paths that had no sense of direction; and each of those colors (beyond that of the rainbow) marked weak or intense sensations, which began to penetrate throughout Akamaru's body. It was overwhelming.

When the samurai raised his head, he was shocked to find the dragon still before him, as if calmly waiting for something. The figure of the beast seemed even more daunting. Each tail glowed clouds of numerous colors around it, surrounding the dragon in a diamond-shaped radiance.

Akamaru looked down at his hands. Both were shining alternate colors. He tightened his fits, confused by the events taking place.

What had that rock done to his body? More specifically, what was wrong with his eyesight now? Nothing would ever be the same again…and he wasn't sure how to handle that. Not to mention the situation with Ryukotse, who poised leisurely before his village. The dragon moved, craning its neck upwards as if about to attack, causing the soldier to react slightly. Yet, instead, it merely spoke.

"TO THISSSS DAY ONWARD…"

The words of Ryukotse sent chills down every human that could hear, not to mention surprise at the reality that the ten tails beast could form coherent words (though in slight hisses).

"CHAKRA CONFINED…WITHIN MY BEING….SSSHALL BE IN COMMAND…BY THE BLOOD…THAT FLOWSS IN VEINSSS OF THISSSSS MAN….TO TO HIM," Akamaru was entranced by the reptile's prevailing gaze centered on his being. Why him? He felt perplexed and angered. The Sage should be standing in his place…he was the strongest among any man. So why him, a simple samurai?

"BUT. BE. WARNED. HUMAN." The dragon's voice shook roughly in seriousness, gathering Akamaru's fully attention, though the beast had had the gist of it from the start.

"TO COMMANT CHAKRA OF MY CALIBER…ONE MAY BEFALL THE DEMISSSSE…OF HUMANITY. FEEBLENESSSS….SSSSHALL NOT…BE TOLERATED." The dragon snorted, the wind from the act causing the trees to bend over dramatically, kicking up dust around the lands.

Akamaru gradually stood up, his legs still weak. He nodded, unclear as to why he'd been chosen to contain Ryukotse's chakra, but willing to do so to not only defend his village, but as it seemed to aslso cerate an agreement of cooperation. One that might bring peace to the endless wars brought from chakra beasts much like the dragon.

The Sage of Six Paths had depended on him for this very moment.

"I…am no weakling. I accept this adjoining of chakras, Ryukotse." Speaking the dragon's name gave Akamaru reassurance, though unexpected. The dragon's eyes lifted as if amused by the personal exchanfe. But the two creatures would now have to rely on one another from here on out.

"SSSSO BE IT." The dragon's last words were more of a growl. With that said however, Ryukotse began to gather chakra. To Akamaru's eyes it appeared that sphere was forming around the figure of the dragon. As wisps of chakra strung round, a single structure made shape. It was a diamond. Pure golden as it materialized outside of the dragon. Akamaru stood dazed, watching the method as he could clearly see it now with his pristine eyes. Not but a moment later, the diamond's four points shot out like stars, triggering a invisible wave towards Akamaru.

This process of distributing chakra brought the man back down to his knees. Minutes passed as Akamaru suffered yet again in silence. He became searing hot inside, as if a blaze had been set in his stomach. Then, as the burn came to a boiling point, he felt numb, frozen and bitter, like he'd been placed in an artic storm for months. His body jolted form a sudden bold of scorching heat that spiked down his spin, which had his muscles suddenly clenched with significant weight, like he'd been transformed into a rock. Lastly, he felt light-headed, a nauseous state taking over, as if his body were a feather.

When he felt the pain subside, Akamaru gazed around. Ryukotse was gone. In replace were the villagers, encircled around him, consisting mostly of his fellow samurai. But the one who stood directly in front was the Empress. She was smiling gently down at him. Her curled auburn hair danced in the now soft breeze, giving off the effect of enchantment. It momentarily set his mind at ease.

"You are now Akamaru Ryukotse." He frowned, receiving assistance from his closest companion, Gonzo. The man was older than him by a decade, and showed it with his white hair and wrinkly, concerned expression. Akamaru balanced his weight so that Gonzo wouldn't have to take it all on his shoulder, as he was trying to do.

"And my Empress was aware of what would transpire?" His voice was hoarse, strained from the soreness that he'd just been put through. He maintained some sense of control, but there was still an ounce of irritation in his tone. The Sage and the Empress could have at least warned him. He still would have gone through with the progression. Her smile faltered as her captivating teal eyes became gloomy.

"Sage delegated a scroll in which foreseen a star, one that would behold powers of control. A prophesy that provoked the Legendary Dragon. A samurai of great endurance was sought to be the one who would prevent turmoil and anarchy of chakra." Akamaru glanced away from her beautiful face. He still felt annoyed that they couldn't tryst him before with this information. He was her General after all.

"Sage believe you, Akamaru of Kai Province, to be that samurai." The Empress's voice was soft but pronounced. He nodded curtly, holding Gonzo's right shoulder tightly now for support. Though not for the physical support.

"And does My Lady know what is to come from all of this?" She inclined her head, folding her hands behind her back gracefully.

"Akamaru shall be put under protection whilst his abilities granted by the Legendary Beast are discovered." She dismissed his expression of anger at the mention of protection. The Empress began to slowly make her way towards the gates, her guards surrounding her. The villagers followed closely behind. Gonzo led Akamaru along, right next to the Empress.

"And how…should I go about that?" His voice stressed slightly as he tried to search for the polite way of interrogating the noble woman for answers. As much as he wanted to be done talking, he was still extremely curious to learn his new capacity of chakra. Not to mention how frightened he was by the potential from such powers. Who now would come to attack their village? Was that what the Empress meant as protection? Was it to hide his identity until he had grasped the extent of his new chakra? And how did he even train now that even his eyesight had transformed so epically?

He shook his head, letting the Empress gather her words in her mind before speaking them. However he went about it, the fact of the matter was that their village would benefit from this. He was now formida le enough to take on neighboring enemies if the made any attempts to attack his people.

"TO COMMAND CHAKRA OF MY CALIBER…ONE MAY BEFALL…THE DEMISSSE….OF HUMANITY."

The words echoed in Akamaru's mind, haunting his every being. Control was key to keeping not only humanity in general safe, but the world itself. When the Empress finally spoke, her words were crisp and clear.

"You, my great samurai general, must train as a ninja."