I do not own Naruto or any of its characters and some of these ideas/people are from Robert Jordan not me
Chap 1
As time continues forward, ages come and pass. Memories are often left to legend, legend turns to myth and even myths begin to fade away. In such a time where legends are made, a wind of mourning sweeps through the Hokage Mountains and fills the village of Konoha. This wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings. But it was a beginning.
Inside the ravaged and war stricken village, where hundreds of ninja had lost their lives, there was a man sitting on his perch, staring at the gathering of people before him, no not people, shinobi. Down below him a vast expanse of forests encircled the village and the rock faces carved into the mountain wall seemed to hold a deep sorrow tonight. The night air was filled with moans of the dying and the shuffling of rubble to find them, but this was a more important matter at hand that he needed to attend to.
"Hokage-sama… we cannot keep this… this demon here. He will only wreak havoc on the village once again. It is best that we dispose of him now while we can."
Sarutobi sighed, clasping his hands together as he looked at the bundle of cloth on his table, how old age soaks one to the bones. He already knew all of this and didn't wish to be reminded again. The village was in shambles and the last he needed was for him to keep the child that was the reminder of Kyuubi. Everyone had already seen the child left in the wake of the beloved Yondaime's death, and there was no other choice except to be rid of it, especially if it would cause chaos in the wake of mourning. A masked Anbu stepped up, holding a kunai in his hands in the readied position.
The man stuck the knife at the child's neck, his hand beginning to shake uneasily as he held it, ready to take the life of the child. The ninja of the gathering all recoiled in shock, not knowing exactly what to do because the Hokage had not ordered it yet and surprised at the action of the young man.
"Hokage-sama! Let me dispose of this child!" the ninja pleaded, an unusual amount of emotion in his unsteady voice; emotion could cause rash decisions in the field of battle. All of the elite ninjas stared at him, marveling his bravery, or stupidity.
"No… No Kakashi. I will deal with him…" The aging man told Hatake Kakashi, who still stood there resolutely with the knife edge on the boy's neck. A firm hand grasped onto the Anbu's shoulder and Kakashi turned to see a bowl cut man staring at his feet, tears falling to the ground.
"Kakashi… I believe the fourth would have not wished for you to stain you hands in innocent blood." Gai spoke, tears trickling down his down head as he looked passionately at Kakashi.
Kakashi stepped back and moved his forehead protector, revealing his sharingan eye, which was filled with sadness and pain at the loss of his last remaining true nakama. Kakashi withdrew the weapon and looked to the Hokage.
"Hokage-sama… even if you do not wish to do it; you must. Too many have died on this day, and many more shall if this child is not killed." the man mumbled.
"I know… I know. I am Hokage, I must do what is best for this village, and I must preserve though everything. If this is what the village wishes, then so be it. I do not know how any of you can judge a child like this with such hatred, especially because this child has done nothing but live. May this not come back to haunt you… you are dismissed." Sarutobi said, resigning back to his chair.
After so many elite ninja's had lost their lives it was all that he could do to at least keep the glue binding the village, it just had to be done, even against the Fourth's wishes. The Sandaime rubbed his face, trying to forget about the lost Hokage but he never had such luck with forgetting the past, especially if it involved such a man.
Flashback
A wide smile met the old man's face. Sarutobi couldn't believe it, even when the man was about to face down death he smiled. Sarutobi's choice was not just purely because of the man's strength but because of his great spirit and loyalty as well. As long as he had known him the golden haired man sitting before him would never back away from a challenge, and never in his life would he dream of giving up.
A worried look cam to the Fourth's eyes and his mouth opened as to speak but he hesitated, not knowing the right words. "Sandaime, I know this will probably be my last night on this earth but I have no regrets for I am dying to protect those in which I love, as Hokage, no, as a shinobi, I would gladly give up my life. Sarutobi; if you ever find her tell her that I loved her, no, that I love her still. Tell her not to hate the Kyuubi that took me away from her. And- and tell her that I would have loved to have a family and lived with her." The Fourth stuttered. "This is my only will Sarutobi-sama… please; if you see her…" Tears ran from the man's eyes and Sarutobi cursed his weakness. He should be the one to die! He had already lived out his life but this child had yet to see the light of love. Why couldn't he perform the jutsu! Why!
End
Sarutobi was brought from his musings by the insistent calling of his name. The Sandaime had not noticed it but one man stood behind after all the ninjas had filed out, and it was not who he had expected it to be.
"Sarutobi, what's bothering you…" Asked the legendary man.
"Just thinking about what he said… Jiraiya." Sarutobi answered.
"That kid actually did it huh? I wouldn't have thought it possible, but he proved me wrong again." The white haired sannin stated, moving closer to see the child. "It even looks like him…"
"Yes, the relation is astounding, yet I must take care of the village first… I've been thinking Jiraiya." The sannin in question gave a short at this, which Sarutobi dismissed. "Maybe you should come back and become Hokage." Jiraiya let out a full gale of laughter after the Third finished.
"You know full well that I am not fit to be Hokage… anyways they still got you right, old man. I mean, what? You can live for another hundred more years right?" Jiraiya joked, laughing halfheartedly. "Anyways, what are you gonna do about the child?"
"What do you think I should do?"
"The people are scared Sarutobi. At the mere mention of Kyuubi they would run in fear, causing a certain war. I-I wouldn't know what to do with him to tell you the truth. I know that the kid gave his life to seal that monster and the only thing to come out of it was this kid but I also know that if I kept it the risk for disaster would certainly be there. That's why I asked. What are you gonna do with him?"
"I will deal with him in my own way." Sarutobi said, preparing some seals. A gorilla-like monkey appeared in a cloud of smoke, and he looked at Jiraiya with an apparent dislike for the toad master.
"What's monkey boy doing here?" They both asked Sarutobi in unison, causing them to glare daggers at each other.
"Enma! I have a task for you." The monkey king immediately turned to face Sarutobi, noting the child on his desk "You are to bring this child as far away from Konoha as possible, I believe the Desert of Ur is fitting. There you are to dispose of the child; that is all." Sarutobi commanded.
"Sarutobi… you know I cannot kill a child-" The monkey king was cut off as Sarutobi raised his hand.
"I never said kill, did I?" the Third stated.
"You don't mean… you can't let them find him! It's too dangerous!" Jiraiya pleaded, looking at his teacher's resolute face. Sarutobi knew of the risks but he had to give the boy a chance to live, he had to see what would amount of this boy that was left behind after rivers of blood.
"It is not as though we are handing him to anyone. They are too much involved with their desert to be of harm to Konoha, and leaving him for a village to find is an even greater risk." Sarutobi said, waving his hand as he dismissed the two of them. 'Light! Please let this boy live.'
The padded hands that held the bundle gently lay it down beneath the shelter of rocks. The creature straightened and looked about. It had taken him, one of the fastest creatures on this earth, a week to reach the endless sands. He looked at the child who had grown on him and cursed the little boy's fate. Enma shook his head, he couldn't let emotions get the better of him. The monkey king disappeared in the night air as an oncoming sandstorm was about to engulf the rocks that protected the small child. Left there to die or live, the child began to cry, realizing that there was no longer anyone there to hold him.
"I did not believe you were that slow Miku…"
Giggles erupted from the two women in front of Miku, who tried to speed up. Three slender figures ran carelessly through the harsh desert sand, as though it were the easiest thing in the world. Each woman wore loose fitting dark pants, and a loose coat-like cloth to match. All wore a stone colored cloth that covered their head, save their face and a patch of hair. A dark veil hung loosely by their shoulders and if they stopped in their movement, no normal eye would be able to distinguish them from the ground. On their backs were three short spears, although the blades were long enough to go through a man and still have a few inches left. The three also had a rawhide buckler each and a knife tucked in the middle of their waist by a sand-colored sash.
Miku of the Erin Aiel was a maiden of the spear. Wed to the weapon in life or death she devoted her life to her spear. Along with her sisters Kadre and Shaiel they were a forced to be reckoned with. There were times of course when Kadre teased her about her lack of speed compared to them but when the true dance of the spears came any fool to take them lightly was in for death.
The woman in the front scanned the vast desert with her pale blue eyes, in signs of any enemy stupid enough to intrude on their land while they were one the move. The two behind her chatted carelessly with the knowledge that her skill would spot anyone out in the sand, which left her to do everything. Why was she the one picked to do this? Why did they even need to do this? They weren't even close to the Blasted Lands yet he still insisted on sending them.
A sand storm was brewing in the distance and Shaiel froze where she stood, perking her ears as she heard something. The two women did the same, gazing into the night in all directions. Shaiel veiled her face, leaving only her tanned skin, pale blue eyes, and a little fringe of light brown hair, her veiled face showed that she was ready to kill.
Shaiel stiffened; there it was again, the shrill cry of a person. The three women ran to the rock formation where the sound of crying could be heard their, soft leather boots hardly making a sound. Shaiel stood there, staring at the bundle of white cloths as her heart pounded.
"A child?" Miku asked, lowering her veil.
"How did it get here?" asked Kadre.
"This child must have been hated by someone to have it left it out here…" Shaiel concluded with the sound of sadness in her voice. How long had it been since she lost her child? A month? Two? Shaiel shook as she saw her lost child's lifeless form in her head.
"Shaiel… what do we do…" Miku asked nervously.
"I-I cannot leave him…" She said, drawing glares from her partners. It was bad enough that she had been pregnant, no maiden of the spear was to bear a child, but now… now she readily accepted the thoughts of a child.
"The clan… he is a wetlander! They will not allow it! And-and being a maiden… you will need to forfeit the rights." Kadre exclaimed while Miku nodded.
"I-I know the consequences. I am ready to give up the spear, I have been ready." Shaiel concluded, looking down at the ground.
"Still… he is a wetlander! You cannot take him. He is not the one you lost!" Miku yelled, startling the other two, trying to protect her sister of the spear.
"I know… but he is pulling me in… every time I look at him I long for more. It's as though he's pulling every feeling from me and condensing it into a love for him." Shaiel looked at her companions, but they just stood there in silence. The female warrior bent to pick up the child when a paper slipped out. All that it said on it was "Naruto" and Shaiel decided it was to be his name.
Shaiel held up the child as the sun began to lift from its slumber lighting the desert landscape. "Naruto… Naruto of the Erin Aiel." She mumbled, and the child let out joyous laughter, seemingly reaching for the sky as the sun hit his face through the impending sandstorm. "He shall be strong…"
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