Jinchuuriki's Redemption Chapter 1: The Beginning, a naruto fanfic

Jinchuuriki's Salvation

(A/N- Yes, I realize that this is total crap right now, but what do you expect from my first fic? Please continue to read on, I'll get better at this as time goes on, but for now, you'll all have to trust Pudgypudge, my awesome friend, for editing this, and making it as awesome as it is right now)

Demon talking- Raaaawr!!
Demon thinking- Raaawr!!
People talking- Ramen
People thinking- Ramen

And yes, I realize that this is necessary, so here goes... I do not, and never will, own Naruto or any affiliated characters!! (Except for OC's, and maybe original justu names) Also, if my story resembles your story a little too closely, please tell me, as any similarities are purely unintentional, and I will try to fix my error as soon as possible!!

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The Beginning

The stares. The gazes of those who thought that they knew everything about him. That thought because of their knowledge, they were better people. Gaara could only pretend that they didn't bother him. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they'd see that he was just a little boy, unloved and starved for loved. Since Yashamaru, his beloved uncle, had tried to kill him though, he could feel his heart harden over the long nights he kept the Shukaku from taking over and killing the Kazekage… He wondered what his father's blood would taste like… Maybe the rest of the people will stop pretending that they have anything on me then… Yeah…

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All the little blond boy could do was just hold his arms over his head and hope that the beating would end soon. I swear, when I'm older, these people will see me for myself, not that baka fox. I'll make them see the difference, he thought savagely. And after that, I'll make them all pay for my ramen. At least two... No, three days of free ramen for each beating…Mmm…. ramen….

He thought that the Ninja Academy would have prepared him for anything, but he was wrong. Nothing could ever compare to the horror...

He had come home on a normal Tuesday evening, ready to try to impress his brother with his newly acquired knowledge. Then, all of a sudden, as he passed the gates of the Uchiha complex, he had seen the first bodies. As he ran through his clan's home, hoping to find any signs of life, he happened across a sight that no child should ever witness.

His father lay dead at his mother's feet, while she herself was in the process of being choked to death... By his big brother...

"Nii-san! What are you doing?! Why are Kaa-san and Tou-san and everyone else dead!? I don't understand!"

"Ignorant brother... I needed to test my power... I haven't killed you because you are too weak to ever pose a threat to me... Do you hate me? That's just fine... Live, hate, and grow powerful!"

"Why are you talking like that? Nii-san doesn't talk like that! Who are you!?

And then it happened... Something so out of place, he couldn't understand the sheer insanity of it... The man who looked like Itachi, and yet wasn't, laughed... It was a spine-chilling laugh, one that sounded curiously like a snake and a growling, ancient voice mixing together to create a harsh, grating sound. It was at about that point that Sasuke subconsciously realized that he had soiled himself. Those chilling, red eyes that made looked like the Sharingan, and yet weren't...

"Trust my descendants to grasp a situation far faster than anyone else on the planet"

The child's very being objected to being even remotely connected to someone so evil "I'm not related to you! And just you watch, Itachi-Nii will be here soon, and he'll kill you for this!"

"No... No one is able to kill me now... Child... I'm going to let you live for now, but be prepared... Because in a couple of years, I'll be back, and next time, you won't get off as easily as you just have"

And then, Sasuke looked into the intruder's eyes, and was thrust into a world of black, white, and red... And then, to his utmost horror, he was subjected to watching the deaths of every single person that he had ever cared about for what seemed like an eternity...

"Otouto? Kaa-san? Tou-san?"

A well-built teenager walked into his family house, panicking, for he had seen the bodies that littered the clan complex...

He entered his home... In time to witness his precious brother's body falling to the ground, limply.

Rage and pain flowed through his entire being, and for the second time in all of the Uchiha's history, the Mangekyo Sharingan was born...

He glared at the evil perpetrator... Only to witness another version of his eyes in the man's eye-sockets.

What the hell? This man can't be an Uchiha, there's no way...

"Oh, but there is, dear child... For I am Madara Uchiha, the most powerful Uchiha ever born... Like I told your precious Otouto, you are too weak and pathetic to worry me..."

And, as he turned away, he did something that he would later regret "I wouldn't waste time attacking me if I were you, your brother is still alive, however little the margin between life and death may be..."

And so, the perpetrator of one of the most famous crimes in history faded away into nothingness...

Unfortunately, the strain of all of the day's events made sure that as soon as our heroic older sibling stumbled into the hospital, he and his younger brother would not awaken until many weeks had passed...

All she felt was the mind-numbing shock. She had sacrificed everything for her village. Family, friends, lovers. She had turned her back on them all. All for the sake of the village she had once thought was the best, nicest, and most powerful village on the planet. And in the end, they had cast her aside. At least the mission's still a success... I hope Minato isn't too angry when he hears about why my mission took so long... Hmph, Kumogakure hasn't seen the last of Nii Yugito yet! I will show them that I could have been a great sensei, never mind the damn Nibi!! It's doubtful that she was thinking about the fact that the village might have had it's suspicions about her loyalties... All that was left to her was her cousin and brother in Konoha. Well, I guess all I can do at this point in time is just see if Minato will let me stay at his house while I get myself up and running...

As Yugito trudged across the desert sands on her way to Konoha (I've made it so that Sunagakure is between Lighting), she noticed a little spot of red among the sands. Moving closer, she found a small child collapsed on the sand, hand reaching out as if pleading for help through the black haze. Since there was no one else around, Yugito decided to pick up the child and find a source of water, since she was getting thirsty herself. (Yes, I know Gaara controls sand, but how much water do you expect to find in the desert?) Oh well, this just meant she had another reason for speeding up on her route to Konoha, as if the Nibi would ever let her live it down if she admitted to herself that she felt pity for the poor child. (A/N- Gaara's sand doesn't hurt people if they're reaching out to touch him with intent to help, now does it?) She pushed chakra to her feet, hoping that both she and the child would make it to some water before she became too dehydrated to move...

All the blond child felt was pain. The pain echoed across the farthest regions of his mind, whispering to him as the Demon Lord desperately tried to shield and heal him at the same time. He vaguely heard the King of all Demons shout at him, telling him to stay alive, to not move towards the light.

Heh, what light? All I see around me is darkness, without hope for salvation...

Minato Namikaze: And so began the tale of my son and his dearest companions. Tune in next time for chapter two of Jinchuuriki's Salvation!

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Brian's note: Kumogakure is the Japanese word for Lightning.