Here's the full Summary, I assure you, It's more intriguing than the cut down one when you look at it. xD
In his past life he was a young army man. Going through WWII he developed the want, the need, the urge for the thrill of battle. Instead of going out and killing innocent bystanders, he found an alternative, to watch anime. More specifically action packed anime, like Bleach, but Naruto was his favorite. His name was Charles. He ended up teaching kids and opened up a martial arts dojo when he moved to teach in Japan. He lived a full life, in his final breaths on his deathbed, he still felt the urge, he needed to have that feeling, that adrenaline. He had to experience that thrill once again.
God answered his prayers.
He was reborn into Naruto, however in one of the worst villages ever.
Kirigakure, the Village hidden in the Mist.
It didn't help that he had a what they hated...
A Kekkei Genkai, the Ice release.
He could only hope it would be for the best... Though he would have all the thrill he would need in the world of the Shinobi.
AN: Well this is my first Naruto Fanfic. I hope it's a contrast to my other Fanfic, Transfer of Worlds which is a Hunter x Hunter fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I only own Fubuki and the other Oc's that may be put in this story. Also the various other fillers and events I make up.
Warning: This story is going to have the following; Blood and gore, disturbing scenes, and in the future innuendos... ect. Lets just say this is for the more mature. That's why I rated it what I did. So don't say I didn't warn ya. ^-^
By the way, the cover of this story is Fubuki when he's about 14 I guess? I was too lazy to actually draw him - though I will in the future - so I used to make him the way I described. Also there's going to be a future pairing.
Hrm, I'm talking too much. Get a move on and start readin' then. ;3
Fubuki: The Blizzard to come
Chapter 1: Saving an 'Ice Demon'
Screaming, yelling, multiple buildings on fire. The small village was trying to kill the monster that they discovered.
"Haku, Junko! Run, get away from here! I'll hold them off!" A voice yelled through the thick of snow. Clanging of steel could be heard throughout the small village.
"But Fubuki-" Haku started to back away, scared of the onslaught of fighting. They started surrounding him, ready to kill the seven year old. Haku screamed and ice protruded out from the ground killing a few of the many men and women.
"Kill the child!" A women yelled, grabbing a spear.
"Demon, it's an Ice demon!"
"KILL IT, KILL IT WITH FIRE!"
The small village's people charged at Haku, he collapsed to the ground in fear.
"Haku!" Junko, Haku's mother cried out in terror. Her arm stretched out trying to reach out to her child. She had a burn mark on her arm from falling debris that fell off of a building. The shape of the object burned onto her skin. It was a stone roof tile. A cut on her arm bled out onto the fabric of her dress.
"Damn it!" Fubuki cursed, breath visible from the cold. Blocking some punches and pushing people away, he weaved through the crowd of angry villagers. Jumping into the circle of people surrounding the child, he just barely grabbed Haku as he blocked a sword from hurting the child with his back, he scooped him into his arms and took off into the woods. The villagers ran after him yelling curses as the demon child left with him. They forgot about the demons mother, Junko, and left her behind in the snow.
Running past a training field he grabbed a few weapons that were lying around. Out of breath, he put Haku down.
"Haku..." He tried to calm the crying child, "Tch, gotta stop the bleeding," Fubuki did a handsign and collected his chakra and froze his wound. He sighed in relief as the pain disappeared, replaced by the numbing feeling from the cold.
"Fu- Fubuki!"
"Shh, quiet." He covered Haku's mouth, he looked around and jumped into a tree for cover, bringing Haku with him, "Now, Haku. I need you to listen to me." Haku nodded shakily, and gripped onto Fubuki's Kimono. "I need you to stay here. I'll be right back and take care of you. Now don't move from this spot. Stay as still as you can." He put Haku on a crevice in the tree; no one would be able to see him from the ground.
"But what about-"
"Haku!" Fubuki cut him off harshly. Realizing the tone he used he calmed down, "Don't worry, I'll help Junko." He cooed the child. Hearing distant voices Fubuki cursed under his breath. "Now don't move." Jumping out of the tree, he ran back to intercept the villagers. He cursed again when they appeared in the clearing by Haku's hiding place. They were too close, Haku would be able to hear them. He would be lucky if he was out of earshot.
Fubuki eyed the villagers with an analytical eye. One had a scythe, two had swords. And a few had torches along with farming tools.
"Where's the child!" One of the men yelled, waving his torch around wildly.
"I'm not going to tell you. Leave." Fubuki warned. Readying his kunai, dual wielding them.
"What's a child like you going to do to us, huh? Stupid ten year old child like you can't do anything." Another commented arrogantly.
"Yeah, yeah! Do you want to get killed?" More spoke up, some taking brave, but stupid, steps forward trying to intimidate him.
"Lead us to the child, and you won't get hurt, Fubuki." A man came out of the crowd. The leader of sorts.
"Really Uncle? I would have thought you knew me better." Fubuki's voice reeked of malice; he never really liked the guy, he only liked his Aunt, Haku's mother. He took the kunai in his hand and twirled it in his fingers. "Though if you leave, I won't kill you all." He grinned, showing them pointed teeth which sent chills down their spines.
"Damn it, kill him!"
"That would be the wrong choice." Fubuki said coolly as he slit a man's throat. Blood spurt out from the deep wound onto his face. Quickly wiping the blood off of his eyes, he started moving on to the next group of people that charged forward. Dodging and blocking hits with his kunai, he kicked a man in the groin sending him toppling down to his knees where Fubuki spun and dual killed him with another equally unlucky woman. Two more dead. Being a ten year old wasn't an advantage, but his small frame allowed him to weave through the mob of people with only little difficulty. However it would be difficult with the farmers. They were physically stronger than him.
Blindsiding him, his arm got stabbed into by a farming hoe. "Fuck!" He called upon his chakra, and froze the wound before taking the weapon out. Kicking the person away, he threw the farming hoe and it went into a persons skull.
"He's an Ice user too!"
"We have to kill him!"
"Strategic retreat!" His Uncle yelled, and the other villagers looked confused but paled and started running away as they realized how many of them were lying on the floor in cold blood.
"Oh no you don't!" Fubuki needed to stop them, if they were left alive word would get out and he would have Mist Ninja out for his, Junko's and Haku's heads. He needed to contain the secret, and for that, they would all have to die.
Running into the middle of the crowd he did a few hand signs he used one of the only ice release jutsu's he knew, his own original jutsu, "Freeze Frame!" The temperature cooled around him and the Villagers soon found themselves not being able to move. They were all frozen, encased in ice from the neck down.
"You little shit!-" A man barely said as he head got sent flying, and one by one they they were killed until only one was left.
"Well it's just you and me, Uncle" He spat out, not even willing to use the scum's name.
"Fubuki."
"If only you could have loved your son and wife unconditionally, then this would have never happened."
"Oh, just kill me now." He spat. Literally, spitting on Fubuki's face. He would have flipped him the bird if he could move. But he was a Popsicle so he couldn't move. The only Popsicle with a head.
"..." Fubuki narrowed his eyes but otherwise remained neutral faced. He wanted to kill the bastard right then and there, but he thought otherwise, thinking of what Haku would want. He turned around, ignoring the string of profanities that came out of his Uncle's mouth directed towards him and Haku, and went to get Haku from the crevice in the tree.
"Fubuki!" Haku paled at his appearance. He was covered in blood. His snow white hair and lightly tan skin was matted in blood like the rest of his black Kimono. His eyes traveled down to his forearm, where the farming hoe penetrated him. "Y-Your arm! It's-"
"Haku." Fubuki said seriously, ignoring the worry in his voice, "Would you like to see your father again?"
Haku stiffened. "I- I don't know. H-He tried to k-kill me..." Haku stuttered out, not sure what to do.
"Let me put it another way then, do you want to see him before he dies?" Haku's eyes widened in shock. "Don't worry, he's alive and kicking right now." He chucked darkly baring his semi-pointed teeth. 'Though hypothetically, as he is currently a popsicle.'
Haku nodded quickly, he wanted to know, would his father change his mind and choose to love him? Or would he still choose to betray him.
Picking the small Haku up, Fubuki covered his eyes and slowly walked to the clearing, stepping over bodies to the ice statues of frozen dead people. "Haku. Here he is." Haku tried to turn and look, but Fubuki stopped him. Haku's father glared at Fubuki and Haku. He didn't voice anything, but just silently glared at his son and the mass murderer holding him. He couldn't help a twinge of guilt come across his mind.
"W-why won't you let me see him?"
"I don't want to subject you to... this." He referred to the sea of blood surrounding him.
"But you said you would let me see him!"
"Are you sure...? You will most definitely regret it." Fubuki said and he saw the gears turn in Haku's head. Haku was by no means a dumb child. He was very smart, and he knew he would put the pieces together.
Haku quivered in his arms and thought for a moment. Fubuki was covered in blood, which meant a battle and people have died. He could smell the strong scent, the retched scent of blood. Does he really want to see his father? Yes, he needed to know. He needed to see his face when he heard the truth.
"I-I want to see him." He said, determined.
Fubuki chuckled darkly, "Looks like we have a brave soul." He let Haku turn around in his grip. Haku gasped, eyes widened and skin went white as the snow around them. Well the snow that wasn't dyed in blood. Looking around Haku saw people on the ground and about twenty encased in ice, missing their heads. He could count how many people Fubuki killed, fifty-three not counting his father who was frozen from the neck down.
"F-father."
No reply, just a cold heartless stare.
"Father!" Haku said louder and more determined. He wanted, no needed to get him to talk, "Why?! Why do you hate me! Why try to kill me?! I loved you!" Haku cried out.
Fubuki's Uncle stayed deathly silent.
"Well do you regret your actions?" Fubuki asked in monotone. He raised an eyebrow, was that laughter?
"Heh.. Ha... Haha... Hahahahahaha!" Insane laughter rang out of the only living person left, "You think I would love you? An ice demon? HA! Your power, everyone will hate you, your mother will die and so will you. I will kill you with my own hands!"
"You hear that Haku? He's the actual demon, and demons must be killed." Haku gave a stiff nod in Fubuki's chest. He grinned, adrenaline still effecting him in weird ways, and in one swift motion his father's head was sent flying through the air, trail of blood following.
Haku screamed into Fubuki's blood stained Kimono, crying. Minutes pass and Haku passes out from fatigue.
"Now to get you back to your mother..." Fubuki started coughing and hacked up blood. "I need to get stronger... I need to be able to protect you."
Walking back to the small village, he found Junko collapsed in a heap on the ground, sobbing.
"Junko..." He called out, her head snapped up when she heard his voice. Her eyes widened in fear as Fubuki approached with her son in his arms. Judging from his appearance, he killed all of them. They were the last three of the Yuki clan.
Her eyes turned to Haku, the only blood on him came from Fubuki's body.
Fubuki set Haku down into her lap. The tired after math one experienced after a battle started to sink in. He smiled to her, "Jun...ko. Haku is safe... now." Fubuki rasped out before his vision went black and fell like a rag doll, fainting from the chakra exhaustion and overall fatigue he felt.
(Dreamscape)
"Alright kids, shut those mouths or I'll shut them manually!" He yelled slamming a textbook on the teaching pedistle to shut them up.
Wait, was that himself?
"But Mr. Weatherston-"
It was! He could somehow tell that the man was him, he couldn't think of how, but he just knew.
"What, Tom Tom?" He raised an eyebrow, amused at the class clowns antics. The class laughed at the nickname he gave Tommy.
He was a teacher, about middle aged. He had dirty blond hair, glasses and wore a dress shirt, pants and tie. And what was that language? Though he could somehow understand it.
"What if rocks are actually soft, but tense up when you go to tough them!" Tommy raised his voice as he went along.
He deadpaned, "Is that what you kids talk about now'a days?" He said sighing at the end. "Well, you would do well in Philosophy Tom Tom." He chuckled and walked down the rows of desks, rolling up the papers he had stapled together in his hands.
"What's that Charles?" Another teen raised his hand, waving it around to get his attention.
"What did I tell you about calling me that, Jake?" He hit Jake upside the head with his tube of paper lightly. "Just because we're related it doesn't mean you you could call me that here!" He sighed, "But I digress. Philosophy is about the human mind and how it works, the strange things that go on inside it. It deals with the thought process of the mind. I took the class in university."
"What was it like?" A girl asked, curious about his past.
"Well Midora dear, it was very strange..." His all-knowing-teacher-eyes moved to a student who was passing notes around behind his back. "Would you like to read this note aloud, Mr. Kendrick? Because I'm sure if you can pass it around in class, you can surely say it aloud. For everyone to hear." He said, raising an eyebrow while crossing his arms, awaiting for a sufficient answer.
"Teehee?" The boy said nervously, hoping to get the teacher off his back. A few students laughed.
Oh no he didn't let it slide, "Would you like me to read it for you?" Kendrick shook his head nervously. "Then don't pass notes!" He whacked his paper mace on his desk. Trying to make an impact on the boy.
"Yes Mr. Weatherston..." He said in defeat.
"Anyways... What was I saying..."
"You were talking about Philosophy." A student spoke up, taking a break from his homework that had been handed out.
"Ah yes, the class was quite strange. The professor talked about the topic that if you couldn't see something and it was in an enclosed space, a room per-say, did it exist?" The class looked confused but interested. "For example, if a room's door was closed, did the room and its contents exist...? Yes, crazy I know. I thought the same thing. It's not like a room would suddenly turn into a null void of nothingness."
"But what if there was a window in that said room!" A female student spoke up.
"Hmm, well that's a good question..." The school bell rang, interrupting his train of thought.
"Eh-hem. Now, since you guys made me talk for the last of the period, you'll have to do that sheet I gave you at home. Your usual teacher will be back on Monday to get that work handed in... Right class?"
"Yes Mr. Weatherston!" They coursed.
"Then you guys are dismissed, have a nice weekend."
The bustling noises of paper and chatter filled the room. Some students got up to either talk to him, or ask questions about his lecture.
The noise started to fade away. Fubuki who had been watching noticed the blurring of the scene. "No wait! I want to know more about myself!" He yelled as the picture faded into nothingness.
(Dreamscape end)
Eyes fluttering open, Fubuki woke up to the moonlight from a window on his face. He looked around, he was on a bed and Haku was curled up by him at the end of the bed. "Haku..." He whispers, smiling. Then he thought of his dream.
Had he been reborn? Why? Or was that another person entirely? What triggered the dream or memory? Racking through his mind he soon realized that he zoned out starring at the moon. Wiggling his way out of the sheets, he moved Haku out of the way gently, he didn't need to wake him after what he went through.
Slowly getting up of the bed he stood his full height and felt the pull of bandages. Had Junko helped him? He would have thought that she would have left him for dead after what happened. Massacring the village in cold blood for one little boy and his mother.
Sighing, he slowly descended down the old creaky stairs. 'Shit, this might wake Junko up...' He thought. Finally down the antique stairs, he made way to the kitchen. On the way there he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stopped. Man he needed a nice bath or shower. His white hair was all crusty from the blood and he still had some wounds he would need to clean thoroughly, though he could tell that he was cleaned somewhat. Junko must have wiped the blood off of his face. Stairing at himself, he noticed how cold his eyes looked. The light was gone from his blue eyes. Well he did just murder a whole freaking village of murderous psychopaths. Sighing, he broke away from the mirror and made way to his original destination, the kitchen.
On the table was a note and some food.
'Fubuki, you'll be hungry when you wake up. This'll give you the energy you need.' There was a doodle of a smily face with its tongue out.
Fubuki smiled at the note, she acted as his second mother. She had took him in after his mother and father died after being attacked by rouge ninjas. His mother was related to Junko. He was grateful for her kindness and wanted to repay her somehow. He thought saving her son was a good one to add to the completed side of the mental list.
Slowly sitting down, he winced at the sudden sharp pain that cascaded down his back. His back wound must have reopened, he could feel the blood soaking the bandages. A string of curses went through his mind as he gathered his chakra to freeze the wound shut.
"Damn, that hurts like a bitch." He mumbled to himself. "Now I really do need a shower..." Though if he had one now, the sound of the pipelines would wake Junko and Haku up.
Slowly lifting the tin foil off from off the plate to reduce the amount of noise, he could only imagine a veil of golden light coming out as he lifted the tin foil off. He was happy to find that it was a large portion of food. He could eat a whale for gods sake.
After he finished eating the delicious food, he brought the dishes back to the sink to wash. Before washing the dishes he grabbed a large cup, filled it with water, and chugged the liquid. He was that thirsty.
Walking down the hallway to Junko's bedroom, he checked to how she was doing. Before he saw that she had some burns and a rather large cut on her arm. He opened the door to see her sleeping. She had already bandaged her wounds.
Fubuki walked over to her and checked for a fever. Putting a hand to her forehead she didn't feel warm. However, she flinched and woke up.
"Oh Fubuki dear, you startled me." She smiled.
"I was just checking if you were okay... Also thank you for the food."
She smiled, "No problem. But there's something we need to talk about." She said, a serious tone taking over from her previous kind one.
"Yes, I figured we would have to talk about it..." He looked at the tired Junko, "But you need to rest."
She chuckled, "So do you." And she fell asleep.
He, however, did not rest. He needed some fresh air. Going for a walk, he found the same spot where he massacred the villagers. the bodies were obviously still there.
He smiled to himself darkly. Why did I find that fun? I feel... Proud. I liked that feeling, the adrenaline... He picked up the kunai's he used and hid them on his body. They would come in handy eventually.
Moving to a ... Less bloodied area, Fubuki started training lightly, doing a few chakra exercises. He had started training at the age of three by his parents. Though they couldn't train him anymore as they had been hunted by rogue ninja when he was six. His mother helped him learn about his ice release in secret while his father also taught him about his clan. He would have to rummage through his old house to find the hidden scrolls. All he knew of his fathers clan was that they were called the Tatsmakis. The opposite of the Uzumaki' and were their rival clan. They had lots more spiritual chakra than normal, opposite to the Uzumaki's physical chakra, and specialized in being front line, combative medic ninja rather than seals. Though they still worked with them for medical purposes.
He remembered the faces of his parents. His mother Nami Yuki, she was a crazy woman from what he remembered. Her long black hair and blue eyes were shockingly pretty; and his father Kazehaya Tatsuki, he was also eccentric, he also had shocking electric blue eyes. Though he was rather scarcastic and he laughed remembering a petty argument they had.
Shaking from his period of nostalgia, he continued training before he started feeling depressed.
Moving on to practice his ice manipulation he noticed the sun rising. He walked back to the house to make breakfast. It was the least he could do after what happened to them. Junko and Haku would have it harder than himself...
A.N : Well my third story in progress-except for one I haven't posted on here yet, I'm currently rewriting it - I recently thought of the storyline, though it was hard to get this chapter as long as it was. I'm used to more comical, fast paced writing. :/
Anyways, how was it so far? Please comment/review on how it was! :D
Also I won't be updating until I have a bunch of chapter stocked up... Because then I can actually update regularly unlike my other story... *Laughs nervously*... Though if you guys comment and stuffs I might be inclined to update earlier... *Cough cough*
P.S. Haku's mother doesn't have a name... So I just used her voice actors name... So original right? xD I didn't bother naming Haku's father. The son of a-... Well, I don't swear-other than in writing-haven't sworn all my life. Except this one time as a child... Urm, lets just say I was traumatized and vowed to never swear again. Anyways! That Mother ducker doesn't deserve a name. :D