Prologue
A small dart of shadow could be seen dashing down the street. It appeared to glance around, before heading down an alley. The reason for it's plight was soon apparent, as an enormous mob soon followed, pitchforks and torches at the ready. The shadow tore down the alley, and found itself at a crossroads. Choosing to go straight, it continued running. The mob followed, speeding up at the sight of their target. Making a hard left, the Shadow found itself up against a wall, with nothing to help climb it. Turning, the Shadow witnessed the arrival of the mob.
"No... Please, stop, why are you doing this to me?"
"SHUT UP DEMON! YOU STOLE MY SONS FROM ME!"
"What are you talking about? I haven't taken anything!" The now revealed to be young boy cried.
"QUIET VILE BEAST! WE MUST KILL YOU, FOR THE GOOD OF THIS VILLAGE!" With a loud cry of the affirmative, the mob advanced. A few blocks away, and a few floors up, Seven figures popped out of smoke clouds.
"Damn it, where is he? if we don't find him soon, who knows what might happen!" One figure exclaimed.
"Inu-san, please, calm down. If we don't coordinate our efforts, who knows if we shall ever find him. He does have a talent for not being found if he doesn't want to be." Another figure replied calmly.
"Taicho-san, please, don't do what I think you're about to do!" A third shadow begged.
"I won't. But we still must find him." The second figure responded.
"HAI!" With that, the seven split up once more, in an attempt to find the child.
The day is October Tenth, four years after the Kyūbi attack. This was the night of horror for many, and the night where the Shinigami would visit the village the largest amount of times since the attack. This, was the anniversary of the Yondaime and his team's defeat of the Kyūbi. This, was the night Naruto Uzumaki died.