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– Prologue – Revelations

A small boy, about seven years old, dressed in green shorts, sandals and a white t-shirt with a spiral design in the center of the stomach stood by himself under the rain. The weather had been the same for the past few days, but he had felt that it had been like that for the past few years. He was shaking profusely, the cold winter weather was approaching and the rains were becoming colder and colder. He stared intently at the deadbolt that securely placed on what was the door to his apartment in the rundown complex he lived in. All his belongings were placed in plastic bags, most of them torn open and ransacked for anything that could serve for anyone's purpose, and left outside, mainly after being thrown out the window.

Tears streamed down his face, but no one could notice as the rain mixed with them.

'What have I done to deserve this?' he asked himself. 'All I wanted was to get a new pair of sandals…' as he turned to his feet to look at the old ones that he donned. They were small and noticeably were too tight for the growing child.

The few people that were trying to take cover from the rain and would pass by where the young boy was standing would slow down and snicker at him. He would not pay attention to them; for he had learned to not listen insults and name callings, even though he knew they were said.

'Demon, problem child, troublemaker, murderer….always the same….why won't anyone help me? Why does everyone hate me? I've never killed anyone before in my life!'

He turned to one of the now soaked bags and started to go through them. 'I hope it's still here' He felt a small smile tug the corner of his eyes as he found a small package that he had wrapped around with an old raggedy quilt. He quickly took several bed covers and with all the strength his little arms could muster, carried them into the forest. He then laid them between two bushes and found some pieces of wood to make a temporary tent. He ran back as fast as he could to where the remains of his belongings were, trying to salvage as much as he could, though, it started getting harder and harder.

His body was getting tired and even he was putting all his effort into making it back to his new makeshift home, he finally collapsed with a small bundle in his arms halfway to the forest, near the jounin training grounds.

The rain kept pouring harder and harder. The small body just lay there, clutching a package in his hands. The wrapping paper was becoming soiled by the mud and loosing its color by the rain, but unconsciously, he tightened the grip. 'So cold...' he thought. 'I don't want it to get ruined…' his tears started to fall down his face. 'The old man gave me this…I can't let it get anymore damaged…' he gritted his teeth and tightened himself into a ball. He used all of his remaining strength and got on his knees. Using his body as a shield from the rain, Naruto covered the small present, trying to protect is as much as he could and trying to avoid further damage to it.

Thunder roared through the heavens and the air crackled with electricity. White blades pierced the skies as lightning traveled from the clouds to the ground below, striking with searing precision to anything that would allow the trip to the solid grounds below faster

White light shone from the clouds as they gave an opening for a new set of lightning bolts to race through the air. Naruto instinctively looked up to see a glistening blade pierce the skies as it traveled on its downward path. Arching his eyebrows, his eyes grew open to shut tightly almost immediately and let out a scream.

The arc of lightning was coming straight to him.

He suddenly noticed that his environment slowed down to the point where he could count the raindrops falling all around him. His attention went back to the bright sword above him, which was still moving, albeit slower. It was then; the air surrounding him stopped its flow. The drops of water became like ice to the touch; the tip of the shining knife about to strike his nose.

His world became Darkness.

A stench of decay and the feel of static electricity circled in the air.

Naruto opened his eyes to see a very intricate sewer design. He was surprised, for he had never been there in his life, though it all seemed strangely familiar. The blonde had no idea how he got there, but he didn't care. Even though he might lose his gift, at least he'd still be alive.

He started walking the water filled ways, making lefts and rights, not knowing were to go, but never stopping to think about it, as is something of someone was pulling him.

He felt he walked for hours; his feet hurt and was getting tired. The boy didn't know how far into the tunnels he had gone into, but he did know one thing. It was better than to be struck by lightning.

His journey finally came to an end. In front of him, there was a large gate. In the center of the gate, was a tag with the kanji for 'seal' written on it.

Adorning the frame of said gate, were multiple runes and kanji, all glowing electric blue. Being mistreated in the academy for the past year, he only managed to pick up reading from asking the Old Man about the finer points of the art, and the occasional study session with him.

"Raikou Fuuin" he said aloud. "Why is there a seal made of electricity on the gates that are already sealed?"

"The reason that the seal was placed on the already sealed gates; it was to assure that He would not escapefrom where He was confined." a voice sounded in the room, giving off a sense of respect and power. Though calm and assuring, the voice sounded like if thunder was cackling.

As fast as his neck allowed him, the container turned his head around the room, his eyes searching for the source of the voice. "Who's there? Where are...you...?"

Two cerulean eyes manifested itself in the dark corridor behind the trembling blonde. Slowly, the crackling of electricity could be heard as a glowing body of a large weasel came into existence.

Naruto stood in awe, as a giant, six-tailed animal covered in golden fur towered over him.

"I was once known as the Bolt of Heaven, but you may address me as Raijuu…the Rokubi," the voice spoke again. "And I am you."

Prologue – End

A/N:

Prologue – Spell Checked, Grammar Checked, and Slightly Modified.

Don't have a Beta, so if you find any mistakes, let me know, and I'll fix it. Thanks.

-seilif.