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FYI this is my first story, and I'm still practicing so please review and tell me what I can do better!

Normal Talking/Thoughts/Jutsu/Dragons/Tailed-Beasts

Natsu had never run so fast in his short 5 years of life in Suna. He was frantically trying to keep away from the villagers, who were trying to capture him to use as a hostage against Gaara. Racing by places where he spent hours upon hours playing, eating, and training. Just looking at them almost brought tears to his eyes as he remembered the fond memories of those places.

"Natsu, do you know what we're doing here today?" Gaara says with his normal emotionless tone.

"No, can I please go play with Shikadai today? Pleeease?" Natsu complains with a whiny voice. Gaara shakes his head slowly and sighs.

"No Natsu, today we are going to be training you to control your sand manipulation that you seemed to have inherited from me."

Natsu's eyes grow as wide as dinner plates for a second as he gets an excited face that could match that of Naruto's. "REALLY?! When do we start?! Are we going to learn your awesome sand wave move?!"

Gaara chuckles softly and speaks. "Not quite yet Natsu, we need to get the basics down first, but I'm sure you'll become an expert in no time though!"

Natsu starts visibly shaking from excitement, he jumps up and tackles Gaara with a huge hug.
"Thank you... dad."

Rubbing a tear from his eye he ran past the park where he first trained with his sand manipulation, he maintained his frantic pace and kept running to the village center where he knew the last of his father's allies would be.

He still could not believe the village would do this. After all Gaara had done for the village, even protecting it from Deidara at the cost of his own life, and leading the allied shinobi forces, they still managed to find their old hate of the Shukaku, even if it was no longer sealed within him. It was even enough so that the village would actually REBEL against Gaara. There were, however, a few who could see clearly and remained loyal to him. There were just not enough.

Natsu could see that things were not going well for his dad's forces. They were being pushed back, and were almost at the point where they would be forced to retreat to the village center. He began to hear the sounds of the villagers close behind him, and started running faster. Often playing in the village, Natsu knew where all the shortcuts were to get around. He ducked into a dark ally, where he knew the villagers would never look. Watching the villagers run past the ally where he was currently hiding, he failed to notice something sticking out of the ground right in front of him. He fell to the ground in a heap. Getting up, he leaned against a wall, trying to clear his head of the dizziness. Feeling alright again, he began to look around. Deeming the place safe enough, he started to run again, but something had caught his attention. Looking over to where he had tripped, he saw something sticking out of the ground. Walking over to it, he realized that it was the handle of a sword, with the blade still buried within the ground. The ground must have been blown away by all the fighting... But why would a sword be buried here? Natsu thought to himself. Natsu realized this object could be dangerous, but his curiosity got the better of him. Against his better judgement, he reached for the handle, and using all the strength he could muster, pulled the blade out of the ground.

As soon as the blade was free, he could feel the the evil coming off the blade. It radiated pure hate and malice, as if it was the blade of a demon. Getting a better look at it however, he noticed that it was amazingly well crafted, and was still in perfect condition. He continued to inspect the incredible blade, until he noticed some words inscribed on it, as well as a scroll of paper hanging of the end of the blade. He read the words inscribed on the blade.

The Ebony Blade

Natsu began to wonder. Well, that must be the name, but what is Ebony? It must be some sort of material, but I've never once heard of it in any books I've read! Even Baki-sensei didn't mention it when he was teaching me kenjutsu... He decided he would ask his father, as well as Baki-sensei about it later. Taking the scroll off the end of the blade, he opened it, and read.

Greetings, to whoever is reading this,

My time in this world is coming to an end, and I realize that this blade is far too powerful to be wielded by just anybody. So, I've used my remaining strength to cast a powerful enchantment upon this blade. The enchantment shall make it so that only someone with incredible potential shall be able to use this blade. So, a congratulations is in order I suppose? Anyways, the reason this sword is so powerful is due to the enchantments on it, as well as the incredible material it's made out of. There are three enchantments in total, not including the one I placed. I shall describe them in order.

The first enchantment makes the blade heal you whenever it inflicts damage upon something with lifeforce, Which happens to be every living being...

The second enchantment lowers the effect of gravity upon the sword, making it exponentially easier to wield.

The third, and most powerful enchantment, makes the sword grow more powerful for every being you kill. However it cannot just be any being. It only works on people you have come to think of as friends to allies.

Well, I hope you shall use this blade effectively, and use it to help you in whatever struggles you may come to face.

From: The Second Kazekage, Shamon.

P.S I forgot to mention that the blade has maintained it's earlier power from killing the friends and allies of all the previous wielders, so... as you can probably guess, it's already incredibly powerful. Also, you have probably already noticed the evil aura the sword emits. Do not worry, this comes from the blade's original owner. However, her era has long since passed already, so it's no big deal.

Natsu stared at the message in shock. An endless amount of questions were running through his mind. The second kazekage owned this? Who was the original owner? How did such powerful enchantments get created? Who would have killed their own friends and allies?
Then Natsu suddenly realized something. The village was currently killing it's own friends and allies! People are counting on me. I need to help them! I need to help mom and dad! Natsu grabbed the blade and ran off at top speed with newfound determination to protect his precious people.

Natsu reached the village center only to find the most horrifying scene he had ever lain his eyes on. Corpses littered the ground, most being burned, sliced, or stabbed. The ground took on a horrible red colour due to the sand that had absorbed all the blood. The buildings no longer looked like they were made of beige sandstone, they looked more like they had been constructed of rusted iron, with all the blood and gore covering them. Then Natsu saw him. Among the bodies, his head cloth and war paint stood out to Natsu like white against black. Natsu rushed over beside the fallen body of his sensei. When he laid his eyes upon the one visible, cold, lifeless eye of Baki, his sword clattered to the ground. He fell to his knees, vision blurry with tears.

"N-nno.. T-this isn't r-real... NOOOOO!" Natsu screamed to the sky.

Looking at his dead sensei one last time, he closed Baki's eye, grabbed the Ebony Blade, and stood up. Only to see an entire crowd of the people he thought he could trust, laughing at his expense with evil sneers upon their faces. His vision turned red with rage.

"WHY WOULD YOU PEOPLE DO THIS?!" Natsu roared.

The one who appeared to be their leader stepped forward. "HAHAHAH, YOU THINK WE WOULD ACTUALLY ACCEPT GAARA AS KAZEKAGE?! THAT DEMON?! NEVER. And those that follow him... ARE WEAK FOOLS WHO HAVE BEEN CONTROLLED BY THAT DAMNABLE DEMON!"
Cheers of agreement were heard from the rest of the group.

Natsu had never been so angry in his life. These people... The people his father had risked his life saving time and time again.. Were trying to kill him? Because of a demon who used to be sealed in him? Unforgivable.

Natsu stared at them with crazed eyes and started laughing insanely. "heh.. heh heh.. HAHAHAH! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!" Natsu's eyes were the eyes of a madman, his grin looked similar to that of the joker. He didn't want his sand for this. No, he was going to do this the old fashion way. He raised his sword in some sort of salute, the Ebony Blade in one hand pointing straight towards them, with his other arm cross over the sword hand at a ninety degree angle.

Natsu walked forward. "Prepare to die."

The Ebony Blade was gripped in one hand, resting over his shoulder. His other arm hung down loosely in front of him, as if it was unable to move. He was hunched over slightly, with his head down low enough that they couldn't see his face. Suddenly, he his head shot up, and looked at them with a joker-like grin before rushing at them so fast they hadn't even seen him move.

The leader was dead before he even knew what was happening. This head cut clean off the shoulders with a fountain of blood. The rest of the group looked in horror as Natsu looked at them with the same insane grin. Natsu launched forward, never stopping. He was a whirlwind of death, cutting every which way, limbs flying everywhere. His blade never stopped moving, getting stronger with every kill. He seemed to be everywhere at once, moving at speeds greater than a jounin, systematically cutting down every person in the group.

It was over in a matter of minutes. Nobody could stop him. His blade would cut clean through any kunai or katana that was in it's path. Then, all of a sudden he stopped. There was only one person left, who was holding a Kunai with a shaky grip, eyes glazed in fear. Natsu turned to him. "So you're the last one left eh?"

He fell to his knees, looked up, and replied with a shaky voice. "P-please don't k-kill me! I'll d-do anything!"

Natsu looked like he was thinking for a moment, before turning back to him with the same evil grin. "No thanks." He said, and stabbed him through the neck.

Natsu sheathed his sword and walked up to the doors of the village center. He kicked them open, only to find all the royal guards slaughtered on the floor with blood lining the cold walls. He grit his teeth and continued forward. He could here his own footsteps echo, walking through the long sandstone hallways. He arrived at the stairs only to find a similar scene as before. Reaching for the railing, began to think. What if mom and dad were defeated? What If I was too late to save them? Bah, no way. I mean, they aren't kages for nothing, right? But what if... "Pfft, as if." He said to himself, shaking his head to clear himself of the horrible thought. Going up the stairs, he reached the kazekage's office to find that the door was slightly ajar. He held his breath as he pushed the stone door the rest of the way open. The door slid open to reveal his mother against the wall unconscious and his father on the floor, with a man standing over him with a sword raised ready to impale the kazekage.

Natsu's eyes turned as wide as dinner plates as he watched the scene. He pulled the Ebony Blade from it's sheath and charged with an almighty scream. He seemed to get there just in time, stabbing him through the chest before he could impale Gaara. The man fell to the floor with wide eyes and started wheezing. "N-no m-matter.. T-they will s-still d-die..." And with that he let out his final breath and stopped moving.

Natsu quickly put away his sword and rushed to his father's side. "DAD! DAD! What happened?! Are you ok?! please be ok.. please be ok.." He started muttering to himself. Then he began to look further. Gaara's body was riddled with cuts and bruises, with one particularly nasty one on his stomach. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and there was a massive gash on his forehead. His normally spiky red hair was completely matted down by blood. Tears started welling up in his eyes and he choked back a sob.

Gaara wheezed, then smiled weakly up at him. "Natsu... I'm s-sorry.. they found the weakness to my sand... Natsu... go see if Kurotsuchi is ok...

Natsu's head whipped around to his mother's form leaning against the wall. He rushed over to her with a horrified expression and frantically shook her. "MOM! MOM! Wake up!... please mom..."

Kurotsuchi started began to wake up feeling like she was just run over by a truck. She also was not looking to good. The other sleeve of her normal Iwa shinobi uniform was torn off, making it look like a vest, she had cuts all over her arms, as well as a massive cut across her face. Her raven hair was a mess, and had blood in it. Almost as if she sensed his worry, she looked up at him. "N-Natsu dear... D-don't be sad... it-it's ok honey, can you p-please c-carry me over to Gaara?

Natsu's vision was blurry with his tears, but he could still hear fine, and he could most definetly hear his mother's frantic breathing, and he knew in his heart what was happening. Please don't, please don't die, I need you mom... please don't die, please don't die, please don-
He picked her up as gently as possible, and began to inch towards the downed form of Gaara.
He softly placed her beside Gaara as they held hands. He could see the love in their eyes, flames of undying emotion, that would carry on even past their death.

"I love you, Gaara."

" I love you too, Kurotsuchi."

Natsu couldn't hold it anymore. He fell to his knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. His face was buried in his hands as he just kept crying and crying.
Gaara and Kurotsuchi looked over with grim expressions on their faces.

"Natsu, my son, there are undoubtedly more forces that are being sent here as we speak. Kurotsuchi and I still have dribbles of chakra left to help you escape... Enough to use one more jutsu..."

Natsu looked back at him with wide eyes and a questioning look.

"The jutsu we are about to use is as ancient as Suna itself... It will send the target to another dimension... To a place known as Fiore... I know that you can have your very own grand adventure, just as a I had mine here... Before you go Natsu.. I would like you to have a few things. To remember me by...

Natsu looked at him through his tears, and sniffled a bit. "Wh-What is it t-that you're g-giving me d-dad?" Gaara pulled a scroll out of his pocket and handed it to him. "Unseal that when you arrive, Natsu. I promise that you will like it.." Natsu took the scroll and put it in his pocket. Natsu looked up at them with pain-filled eyes and rubbed his tear-stained cheek.
"A-are you s-sure you can't come w-with me? He asked with a little bit of hope in his voice.
"I'm sorry Natsu, but we cannot." Gaara responded with a downcast expression.

Kurotsuchi looked at her son with a pained expression and tear filled eyes. "Natsu..." She spoke very softly. "Please don't cry, we want you to be happy, and make lots of friends, and go on grand adventures in Fiore... remember Natsu, all living things eventually die; it's unavoidable. But as long as you remember, it will live on in your heart forever."

Gaara looked at Natsu with the same face as Kurotsuchi. "Natsu..." He said with love in his voice. "Be strong... Don't become shrouded in darkness as I was..." With those final words spoken, they spoke in unision. "Always remember Natsu... We will love you always."
They then started doing handseals and spoke together.

Suna Hidden Technique: Dimension Hopper Jutsu

And with one final look at his parents... Natsu blacked out.