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Hello readers! I Eve L Powers have brought you something interesting to read!

Now before you begin, if you hadn't noticed from the summary, I have in fact, inserted an OC of mine into this story.

Before you screech in horror or call blasphemy on me let me explain!

if you're still here then good, ahem.

I've seen multiple stories like this one where the world is mostly the same with either a minor OC addition that has no more impact then to add a friend to our favorite hero's friend list, or a major addition who makes a major impact that can change the story and swerve it a whole new direction and loosely follow cannon.

I'm doing something of a mix between them, as Cannon will be followed about 70% as far as storyline goes, with the other 30% being what gets influenced by the insert of my OC.

In this my OC is in fact going to have a connection to the Uzumaki clan in general, and so will not be happy for our blond protagonist's cannon and authors prerogative that you see often.

warning, I will have the civilian council as they are a useful tool for some authors, myself included, to explain why a few things happen the way they do.

If you're still here, enjoy!

Kakashi Hatake was a simple man of simple tastes and beliefs.

Well, a simple ANBU captain and one of the strongest Jounin of The Hidden Leaf under lord Third Hokage anyway,

But that didn't mean he couldn't be like any other red blooded man, as evidenced by his fine, fine choice of literature; Icha Icha Paradise! He gave a giggle as he flipped a page, single visible eye crinkling in joy as he walked the trail back to the Hidden Leaf. Now normally he wouldn't get the time to do this out in the open, being an ANBU captain and all, but recently lord Hokage had given him a solo mission that had gone extremely well, in fact he was ahead of the expected schedule by a week! With that in mind and having sent the message of his mission being completed only this morning, he felt he had earned himself a bit of free time to peruse his new favorite literature. Truly lord Jiraiya was a genius author!

He'd been traveling in this same fashion, ANBU mask hidden and nose in a book, for the past three hours, with another three left before he'd have to slip his mask on and report to the Hokage for his verbal report. Sighing happily he couldn't imagine a better day.

And like that he unintentionally cursed himself to unleash hellish nightmares upon his mind. At that moment a cold chill slipped down his spine, much like an ice cube having done the same, even the feeling of liquid slipping down his...no wait that's the cold sweat that just sprouted everywhere on his body as the feeling of dread began to press on him like a blanket made of lead.

"Good to see your senses haven't dulled from reading that trash boy."

The feeling of dread doubled in intensity as Kakashi slowly turned his head to look behind him and paled as who was behind him gave him no relief whatsoever.

Turning to face him slowly gave Kakashi the time to assess the person, if the being could be called that at all. Covered in a black cloak that covered from the head to the ankles, Kakashi felt the only human qualities visible were the body shape, as two black combat boots were visible under the cloak and the arms folded across the beings chest, that's where the similarities ended as Kakashi met the cold golden yellow slit irises that were visible from the endless shadows the cloaks hood seemed to cast over the others head.

Giving a dry swallow he managed to screw enough courage to reply. " I-it's been a long time...Feral-sama."

The other nodded. "Indeed, I've been gone since that night, keeping busy and what not."

'That night' as Feral put it, was in fact October tenth, eight years ago, the day Kyuubi rampaged through the Hidden Leaf until Kakashi's teacher, the Fourth Hokage, defeated the beast, sealing it away into a child born that same night, sacrificing himself in order to complete the seal, along with his wife Kushina Uzumaki, into their just born son Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.

Kakashi knew the child's true identity, but between being far too young and then having drowned himself in ANBU duties he'd been unable to truly take care of the boy like he should have, being instead the person to leave fresh food in the boys fridge in his apartment and watching him on the boy's birthday to ensure the more foolish villagers didn't get any ideas. The boy would never need to know the three 'disappearances' he'd be later blamed for were the result of three separate villagers being drunk enough to attempt to harm the boy. The Hokage suspected his ANBU captain DOG, but the sheer lack of evidence was enough for the aged Kage to leave it alone.

Back to present however.

Feral shifted himself to stand beside Kakashi, and kept walking, a clear enough sign to Kakashi to walk alongside him as they were now both headed towards the Leaf.

"How have things progressed since my absence?"

Kakashi had stowed his book away, knowing his usual lackadaisical attitude would not be tolerated by his travel companion. "We've been recovering for the most part. The Third had to take over again to keep everything running relatively smooth."

The hooded head nodded as if expecting that. " I've heard plenty while away, Sarutobi took over again, expected and unwanted, but needed. The other nations fortunately are still recovering from the war to even consider trying to invade, that or their Daimyo's forbid them to."

Kakashi nodded in response. Most of the Jounin and ANBU force had to be kept on constant alert in order to respond to any possible invasion, fortunately nothing happened for the first few years after Kyuubi.

"Tell me about this business with Kumo."

Kakashi sighed knowing this would infuriate the other and began to retell what he knew of the incident. "It was supposed to be a treaty for peace as far as we knew. The Hyuuga clan being our chief diplomatic clan offered the ambassador a place to stay during the negotiations with the Hokage. He was there three days and from what I observed during my duty as the Hokage's guard the final day, the specifics seemed to please the ambassador and lord Third. There was a minor celebration in the village that night, and that was enough for the ambassador to slip into the young heiress's room and kidnap her. The now known Ninja managed to get outside the walls of the village before we were aware of her absence. The clan head, her father, flew into a rage beyond anything I'd ever seen from a Hyuuga and went to pursue, eventually finding and killing the culprit. I was the next at the scene and got a newfound respect for their fighting style, I never knew it was possible that and overpowered juken strike could blast a hole in a target on contact."

The rage Kakashi felt from his companion was almost enough to make him choke before the last sentence managed to drop his rage a fair amount as he let out a snort.

"Course it does, I taught him how."

That surprised the last Hatake as he looked at his companion in mild shock.

"Don't give me that look, that brat told me I'd have to give some minor lessons to her friends as well as her."

The brat in question was one Kushina Uzumaki. Thinking back, Kakashi could recall a handful of times she had mentioned the enigmatic Feral or had once or had called him sensei when they were together.

"More current events now, the Uchiha clan."

Kakashi winced, and retold the story about how in one night, his fellow ANBU captain, one Itachi Uchiha had slaughtered all but his younger brother in the clan then fled the same night.

Surprisingly the feeling of choking didn't return as the tale was told, glancing to the side he was surprised that the yellow eyes seemed to show a general lack of empathy or even a shred of any emotion to to indicate his companion cared about the large amounts of death.

"I see, shame. Well, now my most important question; How is the last Uzumaki?"

Now Kakashi felt truly nervous, Feral had long since been known to have some connection to Kushina and Uzumaki's in general, and the knowledge that the village in general could care less that her son could die and it be celebrated like a holiday would most definitely set the cloaked man off in the worst of ways.

As if sensing the Hatake's discomfort the hidden face turned to face him, the fell orbs seeming to bore holes into the side of Kakashi's face, was that smoke he was smelling?!

Feral stopped walking and as if ordered Kakashi did is as well, the yellow eyes narrowed. "You reek of emotions that don't paint a pretty picture boy. Care to guess what they are?"

The mans' tone easily showed Kakashi that he knew what emotions those were; fear, regret, bit of anger, and again, fear.

The breath was knocked from Kakashi's lungs as he was slammed back into a tree, Ferals gloved palm slamming beside his head, effectively snapping the tree in half to fall behind him, the baleful gold eyes now glowing with a fury that Kakashi hadn't ever seen from the man before.

With a voice that would melt glaciers and freeze hell Feral ground out. "Tell. Me. Everything."

And so he did, Kakashi told Feral how the Hokage had come out the day after, mere hours after Feral had left for whatever reason, and announced how the Fourth had defeated the beast, sealing it into a baby Naruto and how the Fourth's final wish was that the boy be seen as a hero for his unknown sacrifice. Needless to say that had gone over the majority of the villagers heads and a handful of the shinobi as well and the more ignorant had began calling out for the baby's death. The Third retaliated making any mention of the fox to the younger generation or to the baby when it grew up an offence punishable by death. For a time it seemed to work but the animosity aimed to the child unfortunately would be carried over to the children, making the child lonely in the orphanage. The clans would hold no general dislike for the child but they still held a sense of wariness for the orphan, this also led the clan children to unfortunately isolate the boy, save for a small handful of misfits. Kakashi would have tried to conveniently 'forget' mentioning the attempted assaults on the boy he foiled but those golden eyes seemed to compel him to tell that as well.

Throughout the report the dread that clung to Kakashi grew with each fact, towards the end black spots began to come into the ANBU's vision before it lifted from him. Gasping out a breath he allowed himself a moment to get himself breathing normally. As a ninja, an assassin, a loyal shinobi of the village Hidden in the Leaves, and veteran of the Third Ninja War, he had felt killing intent of varying levels from different leveled ninjas from fresh genin to seasoned Jounin, he had even felt the killing intent from his sensei and his wife. Of all the various killing intent he had felt only two had truly stood out to him, his sensei and his sensei's wife, of the two his sensei's had a feeling of inevitability that warned others away, but his wife's, the Uzumaki woman… she had been the one to inspire terror in him as her killing intent had a physical manifestation in her hair splitting to resemble nine tails as her face became shadowed with glowing eyes. But now… He knew who taught her killing intent like that.

Feral gazed down at him with a look in his eyes that screamed murder as he growled out, a guttural sound that rattled Kakashi's bones.

"Run back to the leaf boy. Run back and tell him. Tell him I'm coming."

Shakily nodding KAkashi scrambled to his feet and dashed away at his top speed, even then he felt the baleful orbs glaring into his skull even as he heard the enraged man yell out after him as he disappeared in the distance.

"Tell him I'm fucking coming!"

Eight minutes of running is usually nothing to any experienced Shinobi, Eight minutes of sprinting at top speed is of course more difficult but to a Jounin it's still easily done so long as they are at top condition.

Eight minutes of sprinting top speed while forcing Chakra through your body to increase your speed further again all the while not bothering to even adjust for anything in your path such as bushes, branches, or wildlife?

Kakashi proved it was possible, so long as there was sufficient motivation. Though the squirrel that was currentlyhanging onto his Hitai-ate would argue, he felt his travel time was impressive. Well in the back of his currently preoccupied mind it was present, but the forefront was currently worried about what Ferals actions once reaching the leaf would be. Best case scenario the villagers would be left alone as Feral took out his frustrations on the Hokage, worst case Feral burns the entire village and kidnaps the young Uzumaki.

The eternal Chunin duo, Izumo and Kotetsu once again manned the gates to the Leaf Village, it had been an average day for them, minimal traffic with an occasional traveling merchant that required a thorough search. Overall it had been any easy going day for the friends. That is until a sudden blur and massive gust of wind blasted by them, knocking them over from their chairs in a heap along with the papers they held in the guardhouse.

Izumo recovered first grunting as he pulled himself up to look over the desk. "The hell just happened?!"

Kotetsu groaned managing to get untangled from his chair. "No idea, but the sensors haven't alerted us to any foreign chakras coming, so it must be a friendly, probably going to the Hokage with something urgent."

Izumo nodded with his own groan as he saw the mess of papers they'd have to clean up.

In the Hokage tower Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed as he was finishing up the last set of papers for the day, before noon! It was shaping up to be a great day! First DOG had sent a scroll detailing his successful mission well ahead of time, showing that the Leaf had efficient ninja. Second, there wasn't any meetings scheduled for the day, meaning he had more time to himself. Third, his surrogate grandson, one Naruto Uzumaki, hadn't pulled any pranks and had stayed at the academy as far as his observations through his special crystal ball had told him, thus keeping him out of trouble and keeping the resulting paperwork nonexistent for the moment. Signing and stamping his last paper he set it in the neatly piled 'done' pile and sat back with a contented sigh. Oh what to do with this extra free time?! Perhaps he could start that painting of the monument he'd been thinking of doing, or he could perhaps catch up on his reading of his student's cough smut filled cough book? Well he knew for sure once the Academy let out at three he'd go visit his third favorite blond and maybe treat him to some ramen, but he had a little over three hours before that would happen.

Deciding that he didn't want to put much more effort into something at the moment he slipped an autographed first edition version of Icha Icha from a hidden compartment in his desk and settled back to read, a slight giggle had barely managed to slip from his mouth before the office doors broke off their hinges as a body tumbled along with them.

Hiruzen, with an action faster then what should be possible for a man his age tossed his book straight up, the book breaking through the ceiling and narrowly missing the head of the hidden ANBU guard , a half second later Hiruzen had pulled out two kunai hidden in his sleeves and was ready for the assassination attempt that dared ruin his day as his guards appeared from their spots, weapons at the ready. It was a surreal moment as the on guard ninja finally took stock to see that instead of an assassin it was instead one Kakashi Hatake who looked much worse for wear, scratches covered the man head to toe, and a half dead squirrel seemed to have a death grip to his hitai-ate as it breathed in soft pants, with Kakashi not faring much better.

Setting the Kunai aside Hiruzen rushed around the desk and helped the clearly panicked Hatake to a sitting position. Once the one visible eye made contact with Hiruzen's own he saw Kakashi lose some of the tension in relief.

Concerned at what could have caused such an extreme reaction from the normally unflappable man Hiruzen asked, "Kakashi what happened? Your report said you suffered no injuries yet you look like you've fought Tora to the death!"

A particular cat themed ANBU held her chuckle as those injuries did seem common with victims of Tora's ire, and had the slightly crazed look not been on her captain she'd have let a chuckle out.

Kakashi took a moment to calm his ragged breathing down enough to reply before turning to his leader and said in the calmest voice he could manage. "Feral is back...and he's pissed."

Let it be known that more often than not, life changing sentences often are less than ten words. From a woman replying to her long time boyfriend who asked for her hand in marriage 'yes', to a wife telling her husband 'I'm pregnant', and then a doctor telling the expecting couple 'It's a boy'. Of course, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen was more fixated on the simple six words that had escaped his subordinates mouth.

In the aged Kage's life few had ever given him pause in terms of raw power, foremost in that list were his sensei's, his predecessors of his hallowed office, Madara Uchiha who had been considered the first Hokage's only true equal on any level, Hanzo the Salamander who had defeated and subsequently named the three Sannin, his Genin team he had trained to become legends of their own right.

Feral was an unknown. He had been an unknown since the day he had been introduced to the cloak wearing man by his sensei Tobirama when the said enigma had arrived to visit Hashirama's wife lady Mito. Even as a child he had felt a sense of unease at the figures power, power that seemed near equal to Tobirama's own power, unease that never ceased even as he grew into a legend, Feral still gave Hiruzen a look that told him that he saw him as nothing more than a child. When the fall of Uzushio came, he had returned to Konoha to inform an elderly Mito and young Kushina the tragedy. Mito had proclaimed the man as Kushina's guardian, to which he agreed and had begun training the girl for her future duty as a Jinchuuriki for the Kyuubi, and her career as a shinobi.

Presently Hiruzen could only sigh with trepidation as he turned towards the windows looking out to the village and stared down the main road towards the main gates. He knew why Feral was, as Kakashi put it, pissed off, had he been twenty or more years younger he'd have felt much the same rage. Looking back even now he couldn't fathom what had convinced him to share the information of the newborn baby Jinchuuriki with the ENTIRE village. Yes that had been his first major mistake. Even now far better ideas of what he could have done, should have done at the time. Anything but tell the population the source of the previous nights carnage was now sealed in what could only be seen as the most easily killed thing in the world.

His mistakes now apparently were coming back to haunt him and punish him appropriately.

The futilist thoughts were given form as a feeling of dread enshrouded the entire village, effectively freezing the population in their tracks, every ninja from the clans to the clanless tensed and turned the direction they sensed the sensation, those inside buildings or clan homes exiting and taking to rooftops to get a better view. No doubt those who had felt this before had moved the fastest in order to confirm their suspicions...or horror.

"That man truly is a monster."

Hiruzen nodded at Kakashi's words as he saw what made its way to the gates, a massive silver furred wolf, the size of the Toad summon boss Gamabunta has approaching in a leisurely gate.

A massive, silver furred, blood soaked wolf.

In the back of the minds of Hiruzen and Kakashi, they felt impressed on the sheer control of the man's killing intent.

YEs the wolf wasn't real, but that made it no less terrifying to those who could see it. While the average civilian would only feel the dread the killing intent gave off, only the ninja forces, young old and retired would be able to see the wolf, thus keeping the civilians from truly panicking as if Kyuubi had been freed again.

When it reached the gate however the wolf, and the killing intent seemed to fade away to nothing, civilians started moving again, rushing to their homes as they knew something bad was coming even as the ninja tensed ready for the other shoe to drop.

They wouldn't have to wait as the air pressure seemed to shift, giving Hiruzen his only warning as an old memory played of the last time he felt this sensation.

"Take cover and shield your ears now!"

His subordinates didn't hesitate as they blurred from sight even as Hiruzen himself ducked in front of the desk and hurriedly stuff cloth he tore from his robe into his ears.

None too soon as well.

"SA!"

"RU!"

"TO!"

"BIIIIII!"

As each part of his name was howled out Hiruzen watched the visible part of his windows shake harder and harder, as the last syllable stretched out he felt the air pressure change again feeling air rush past him even as the windows shattered inward, flying with enough force for the numerous shards to embed themselves into the wall inside his office and the wall outside his open doorway, glancing to the side he grimaced seeing shards piercing through his desk that had they not been stopped would have pierced him everywhere. Feeling the worst was over he stood up shakily, his rattled bones making it slightly difficult.

Moving to the now open windows he grimaced seeing that every window between the Hokage Tower and the village gates had shattered from the noise and air pressure that had passed by it, a few ninja he could see were knocked down holding their ears and covered in cuts from glass, but thankfully it seemed the most damage suffered were ruptured ear drums, at least the moving bodies showed no was dead...for the moment.

Shifting his attention to the gates he flinched as he could feel those glowing yellow eyes, eyes much more terrifying than his snake obsessed students could ever be, lazer focused on him.

"I may not survive to see the sunset…"

There we go, chapter one done and ready to see!

So an brief explanation, I'm not too chuffed about using the japanese version of the names for various techniques or places, but there may come a time or two they slip in such as the Rasengan or Konoha, but again it's my choice in that, but I'll do my best to keep it one way or the other.

Now to explain the obvious OC's appearance a bit more for those who may question it, think of an ankle length coat with the hood up in pure black, combat boots, and gloved hands. For the face, it's currently unable to be seen except his eyes which have slits like the Kyuubi/ Kurama, but yellow

The blood soaked wolf is an apparition of killing intent, sort of like what Zabuza does on the bridge facing Gato, only more advanced. Explanations of this will be done in a later chapter

The windows being busted is a mix of sound reaching high decibels and sudden air pressure, for those wondering