Welcome back, I'm glad that you enjoyed the first chapter to my new story. Not much to say here, pretty much we're going to go into the characters a little more and get some hints about this 'Man-made' disaster. I'm up in the air on pairings, besides the NaruSaku. Oh well once I pan out the OC and get a feel for writing Itachi and Kisame, we'll see who works (If anyone)
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-Chapter 2: Not Forgotten-
The air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Two blue eyes scanned the Konoha forces in mild annoyance, "So, here we are, no attacks prepared against your many," he stated, not hiding the razor edge to his voice, "and we are simply offering a warning."
"Oh?" questioned Jiraiya in mild curiousity, "still not going to show your faces?" No response, "Then what's this great threat?"
A palpable silence washed over the groups, the man with the red and gold mask let out an audible sigh, then nodded to the man in the silver and blue, "No avoiding it, we can't get a contract with a village that's oblivious to the coming disaster."
"Proud and stubborn," sighed the man still caught inbetween the two Konoha ANBU women, "Shinobi frustrate me to no end." He crossed his arms and bowed his head slightly, "From a dark country to the west, comes an army of the devil, summoned by men, and driven by hate." Several Konoha nins went wide-eyed in surprise, "It's much worse than it sounds."
The tallest man lauched a scroll at the Hokage, "That's our contract, should you decide to take our warning seriously. Simply sign it and we'll be here within the hour." He grinned maliciously under his mask, "Of course the ink has to be your blood."
The red and black masked man jerked his head to the left, "We are surrounded."
"Correct," stated the Hokage, "You've given your barginning tool without thinking, not very smart."
"You," stated the red and gold masked man, "are pissing me off, we came to offer help and you respond in force. We came to offer a warning and you offer hostility." He raising his right arm, the sleeve fell back to reveal a clawed hand, "Your arrogance is staggering!"
"We didn't come here to start a war, calm yourself," chided the shortest, "I request that we simply be allowed to take our leave of you."
Tsunade glared at the men, "I'm not agreeing to anything until I know your identities."
This time a sharp tone came from the blue and silver masked one, "Understand this," he stated as he narrowed silver eyes on the blonde woman that had yet to retract her weapon, "If you attack, we will respond, ten-fold." He reached up and drew back his hood, revealing disheveled black hair that fell in every direction around his head. He let out a light chuckle as several gasps were heard, "I hate to disappoint, but I'm not who you think I am," he then removed his mask, revealing a surprisingly kind and attractive face, "My name is Mitsukai Serimochi, a pleasure to meet you." The most startling thing was his eyes, they were silver. Not some off type of white or grey, they were a true metalic silver. "Some call me the Amatsu Kishi."
"What is your village of origin," questioned the boar masked ANBU as she pressed her sword a bit more into his stomach, "I've never heard of an Amatsu Kishi."
He smiled down at her dispite his position, "I'm no ninja, just a warrior."
"Oh me next!" shouted the tallest. He slammed his blade into the earth and pulled back his hood, revealing, deepblue, spikey hair. "You're going to love this next part," he snarled as he removed his mask, "Hoshigaki Kisame, though I don't really find any pleasure in the situation." His hand was quickly on Samehada as several leaf nins flared their chakra, preparing to attack, "Try me," he growled
"Kisame, that's enough," scolded the smallest man. He hesitated a moment before removing his mask then hood, "Uchiha Itachi," he deadpanned. He scanned the crowd, 'An expected reaction,' he thought as a black haired ANBU captain charged, red eyes flashing under his wolf mask,"A bit brash Otouto." Itachi activated his sharingan and prepared to defend, "I do not wish to fight."
"I DON'T CA-" he was cut off as a clawed hand gripped his neck and slammed him into the ground
"LEARN TO LISTEN!" shouted the only member with a mask, "still jumping into a hopeless situation just to appease your own selfish wants, ne Sasuke-teme?"
The youngest Uchiha went wide-eyed at the nickname, the voice was different, deeper and had malice laced through it. Something, however, was familiar, "Who are you?" he hissed
"Just a merc," replied the man as he stood to his full height of six foot, "looking for his next pay check." He slid his hood back uncovering vibrant, untamed, blonde hair. A clawed hand came up to his face and removed the intricately painted mask, revealing a strong face, skin slightly tan. Each cheek adorned with three whisker like markings, his eyes a deep blue with slitted pupils, "Naruto," he stated with a fanged sneer, "Uzumaki Naruto."
"Naruto?" whispered the pink haired ANBU as she dropped her sword, "is it?...really you?" Tears began to flow down her face and pool at the base of her sealed mask, 'This is a dream, a horrible dream. Please let me wake up, I can't face you again.'
A panda masked ANBU lowered her guard, "Naruto-kun?" she whispered
He let out a laugh that sent chills down everyone's spines, "I suppose!" he shouted, then his voice dropped to almost a growl, "but then, not really." He crossed his arms and sneered, "It's complicated."
"Oh, Naruto-kun is being mysterious," stated Serimochi with a grin. Then he pouted at the woman who once again ground her weapon into his gut, "Piggy-chan, could you please stop doing that?"
Jiraiya was the first to get over the shock of seeing him alive, "What do you mean, not really? What the hell is wrong with you!"
"We're not here to discuss me," interupted the young man, "we're here to discuss a buisness arrangement to assist your village in surviving the coming disaster." He pulled a folder from his coat and tossed it at the Hokage's feet, several pictures spewed forth, "That's what's left of Stone and Rain." He shook his head, "They don't take prisoners, you're either dead or you're dying."
Tsunade scanned the images and went visibly pale, "What is this?" The picture she was currently inspecting had corpses impaled on long spikes of wood, women and children mostly. She nearly wretched at the sight, "What kind of people can do this?"
Kisame frowned, "They're not people."
"They lash out like a whip," replied Itachi, "they come in from the west over the great mountains, destroy the nearest town, then retreat."
Kakashi kept his eyes locked on the Uchiha, waiting for any sign of hostility, "Are they shinobi?" he questioned
The shark man snorted, "You wish."
"At first we attempted to assist Stone and Rain," added Serimochi, his jovial expression gone, "but with the speed at which the army covers ground, it was impossible to prepare. There was another unknown factor in each battle, it seemed as time rolled on the army's strength never faultered, if anything it increased."
"Itachi noticed it first," continued Naruto, "everyone you killed simply got back up."
The eldest Uchiha crossed his arms, "Worse than that, is that when one of our allies would fall, he too would join the enemy." He locked eyes with The Godaime, "That's why we are here, this is the furthest ninja village from the western mountains. It gives us time to prepare a viable strategy before they arrive."
"And what of the Sand?" questioned Jiraiya, "they are our allies, we can't simply let them be killed."
"We will alert them immediately!" exclaimed Tsunade as she gestured to an older Shikamaru, clad in a simple Konoha jounin outfit, "Make for Suna and inform them that they should be wary of atta-"
"That won't be enough," interupted Naruto with a frown, "tell them they should pack up and come here, they stand no chance, and no matter how powerful Gaara has gotten since his seperation with Shukaku. Not even he can hold off an army of the dead." He made a gesture to his comrades and they all began to walk away
"Why won't you fight with us?" questioned Jiraiya with a hint of sadness in seeing his now alive student a shell of his former self, 'what happened to you?'
"I've already given my life for Konoha," replied Naruto as he looked back over his shoulder. "If you will not agree to the contract then we have nothing left to discuss," he stated flatly, then he turned to the pink haired ANBU, "I remember you...after all these years, are those tears for me?" He frowned at the look in her green eyes, "No, you never worried about me, you only asked me to do things you were too weak to do."
Serimochi glared at him, "That attitude is what has you in this situation in the first place, Naruto."
Tsunade was caught in a torrent of emotions as she held the contract and looked into the cold eyes of her once beloved little brother, "I'll sign it," she hissed and bit her finger, 'Then we're going to have a talk about what's happened to you.'
Naruto grinned like a cat which had caught a mouse, "Finally," he sighed as the Hokage spread her blood over the seal
Everyone could only watch as a deep red light emitted from the scroll. Then the Godaime's blood began to move and pool into the center of the page, slowly taking the shape of a six pointed star, "What is this?" gasped the Toad Hermit as he gazed upon the white symbols litering the page. "This is no ordinary contract!" he shouted as a white light engulfed Tsunade, then the peice of paper rolled back up on its own then poofed into smoke.
"What was that?" questioned Kakashi
Serimochi smiled serenely at the copy ninja, "A very special contract. It's for those who have ne-"
"If we must discuss details," interupted Itachi, "then we should do so in private. These things are not for the entire shinobi populace of Konoha to hear."
Tsunade staggered back to her feet and glared at the eldest Uchiha, "ANBU team six, escort these people to my office."
"Let's go handsome," said the boar masked ANBU as she pushed Serimochi towards the group. Itachi was being herded by his brother, while Naruto had the pink haired girl following him. Finally Kisame was grinning smugly as his captor only held her hand to his back.
Naruto frowned at the looks he and his companions were recieving, "Yes, I'm here, sorry for not dying like you wanted," he hissed, "fuckers." Then he turned to the pink haired ANBU that would not stop looking at him, "AND STOP LOOKING AT ME! YOU NEVER DID BEFORE!" The woman flinched, as if struck by his biting words
The boar masked woman was about to clock him, "Naruto-kun!" scolded Serimochi, "I suggest you get that chip off your shoulder before you completely foul up the arrangement and you find yourself back where I found you!" His mood immediately flipped back to friendly as he looked around the village
"Do not act like you're hear out of the goodness of your heart Amatsu Kishi," snarled the blonde in retort, "you fucked up too."
"This is your last shot, Naruto-kun," replied the man with a smile, "I've completed my obligation, I'm only here because I find myself drawn to your story. Don't make me regret it."
Jiraiya noticed that the blonde immediately shut his mouth and glared at the smaller man. Then he attempted to strike up some type of conversation with his former student, "I'm curious as to how you three survived that explosion five years ago."
Naruto turned blue slitted eyes on him and flashed his elongated canines, "Who said we survived?"
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End Chapter 2: Not Forgotten
Read and Review - YOINK! PLOT TWIST! I promise you this story is deeper than you can even imagine. This chapter is a bit short, I promise the next one will be a bit longer and have more substance. Introductions and what not are the most tedious. Next chapter we will find out more about the contract and why two dangerous killers are on the same team as Naruto, and who Serimochi really is! Yes, right now Naruto is being a complete ass, but we're about to get some insight on this
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