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Two Figures stood across from each other in an empty street of the Capital, their clothing fluttering in the wind. Neither figure moved, simply staring at each other. Both figures stood tall and proud, shoulders squared, and hands tucked neatly into the pockets of their overcoats. One figure was wearing a silver overcoat with a white band around the arm, while the other was wearing a black overcoat with a red band around the arm. One's hair was blonde as it fluttered in the wind, while the other's hair was black, like a void. The Blonde Figure's eyes were a cool sapphire, calm and collected. The Other Figure's eyes… Had a Black Sclera and A Red Iris, the Pupil a slit void. They stared at each other, the endless wind fluttering their overcoats.

Should an outsider to whatever conflict or situation the two were in looked at the two, they would notice that they were perfect mirrors of each other, though one was of a dark theme, and the other a much lighter theme. Their tan skin tones were strange to see in the Capital, but not overly strange.

"You can't avoid using me forever, Naruto. There will be a day when helping everyone will only bring pain. Destruction. And when you release me from my harness, I will relish in the carnage you bring with each pull of my trigger." A booming voice echoed around as the Dark-Themed Figure addressed the now-named Naruto, grinning sadistically at him. Naruto did not move, or even react, his jaw stern and clenched as he calmly stared at the blackened figure in front of him.

"And what should you do if I were to sacrifice myself to end said conflicts?" Naruto questioned with a raised brow, challenging the Darkened Figure, whose sadistic grin only widened.

"You and I both know you would rather use me than sacrifice yourself. That way, you can continue helping people, ne?" The Darkened Figure fired back, not blinking in its sadistic resolve. Naruto didn't react once more.

"What makes you so certain I would ever need to draw upon you again?" Naruto questioned, an extra large breeze fluttering up his overcoat, revealing a harness on his belt, seemingly for a handgun that would rest in the lower part of his back.

"I can feel it within you. I cannot wait for the day you pull my trigger again. The sheer… ecstasy it brings me as you bring about destruction and pain with those icy steel eyes… It's euphoric. Answer me this, truly. What stops you from simply wielding me like your father? Perhaps it is the legacy you would leave behind? Perhaps it is because you bring about my true power? Or, perhaps, it is because you fear what you would become?" The figure fired off slowly, its gaze piercing into Naruto's. The blonde did not move, though his chest rose slightly higher as the figure finished.

"I will answer you. You deserve that much. I do not wield you like my father, for that man wielded you for the wrong purpose. He wielded you to rule with an iron fist. When he passed, and you became rightfully mine, I knew I could not do the same. You are meant for something more than destruction. I could feel that the second I gripped you. I know you can feel it too. Otherwise, a destructive weapon like you would not accept a peaceful wielder like me." Naruto answered calmly, his sapphire gaze burning into the gaze of his mirror.

The Darkened Figure began to slowly turn into a black mist, starting from its feet. "Perhaps you are right. I do believe that if anyone could give me a purpose outside of death, it would be a man such as yourself. When the time comes, wield me well." The Figure's voice echoed all around as it finished becoming a black haze that floated towards Naruto, flowing into his overcoat and into the harness.

Real World.

Naruto groaned as he sat up, cold sweat cascading his body. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead, wet with sweat. Naruto never enjoyed the rest, or lack thereof, he got when meeting with the being that had become his partner until death.

Naruto swung his legs over the edge of the bed, annoyed at how the white sheets clung to his wet body. Growling, Naruto picked them off, before standing up and stretching with a pleased groan. After a quick yawn, Naruto looked around his room with a small smile, remembering how he had ended up in the almost regal looking room. He was glad he could see Najenda again. It had been an almost dreadfully long 2 years since he had last seen her. Naruto's eyes darkened as he remembered the event, but he shook his head and simply gathered his clothes, stepping out of his room to begin his day.

30 minutes later.

Naruto smiled happily as he walked towards the dining room, a spring in his step as he walked, his blonde hair bobbing up and down with each step. The blonde turned the corner, a little shocked to find that the raven-haired girl, Akame was her name if he remembered correctly, had beaten him to the Kitchen. Deciding it didn't matter, Naruto's stride did not break, until he stood right next to the girl, rolling up his sleeves. It was 4:30 in the morning, very early. Not even Najenda woke this early.

"Naruto-san? What are you doing here this early?" Akame questioned politely, staring at the man in slight shock. Naruto smiled at her as he turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm. "Ah, Akame-chan! I was planning on cooking breakfast, I usually cook for people anyway. Besides, it's not a big deal that I want to help, is it?" Naruto questioned, lathering his hands in soap before dipping them under the now hot water, cleaning them fo that he could cook without the threat of disease.

Akame shook her head slightly, staring at the man. "No, I suppose not. Though, usually I am the one who cooks the meals around here." Akame mentioned, watching the man wash his hands to make sure that A: He didn't coat them in poison, and B: So that he did it correctly. Naruto only smiled as he finished, drying his hands shortly after.

"Ah, that's so kind of you Akame-chan! Well then, perhaps I could be your assistant?" Naruto offered, leaning onto the counter and gazing into Akame's eyes. Akame smiled softly, nodding with a small, "I think that is acceptable." And thus, the two began to cook.

Later.

Najenda rubbed her eyes with her left hand as she walked towards the dining room, tired. She had woken up later than usual, which was odd. Usually, due to her military past, Najenda woke up and fell asleep according to a strict schedule unless it was a special circumstance. Regardless, Najenda shook her head as she entered the dining room, sounds of chatter and eating filling her ears.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted to the sight of the members of Night Raid all staring at Naruto as he spoke with excitement in his eyes. "And then Najenda was all like,"

Naruto's story.

Najenda lead a squadron of 30 men behind her, Naruto having been chosen as the medic for the mission. Najenda guided them proudly, before they came to a halt as they saw a group of bandits standing in their way. Najenda smirked, they were their targets after all. They outnumbered her squadron 2 to 1, but it did not matter in her eyes. Her squadron was the best, or at least they were strong enough to beat a few bandits.

"Hey! Give us all of your money and valuables and we'll let you all live!" The lead bandit shouted, opening glaring and sadistically smiling at the group. Najenda walked forward, her Captain's coat fluttering in the wind as she gazed at the bandit in clear annoyance. "Heh, you really think we'll give you anything? Well, you'd be right," Najenda started, causing Naruto, who was in the crowd behind her, to widen his eyes slightly.

Najenda suddenly snapped her head up, a fire in her eyes as she shouted, "WE'LL GIVE YOU THE WORST DAMN ASS-KICKING OF YOUR LIVES!" With her shout, the men behind her joining in, Najenda launched forward.

Present.

"Hahah! Najenda and our squadron proceeded to beat down all of the nasty bandits. Of course, I naturally stayed back to help any wounded, though thankfully no-one got hurt. Ah, those were the times, I tell ya." Naruto muttered with a far away look, until an arm snaked around his neck and a knuckle drove into his skull.

"Haha! I remember the bandit mission! Those stupid bandits really thought they could extort us! I wonder if they still feel the same, rotting in a cell!" Najenda joyously exclaimed, letting go of Naruto who sighed. The Night Raid members who had listened to Naruto's story stared up at Najenda.

"Boss, this guy really there?" Leone questioned, pointing her thumb at Naruto. Najenda looked at her, before laughing. "Of course he was! Naruto's the best damn medic in the world! I swear, back in the day, you used to be able to patch up anything." Najenda stated, looking at Naruto with a nostalgic smile. The blonde smirked however.

"I still can. I just don't have to exercise my skills as often as I used to. Esdeath really knows how to pick em." Naruto casually remarked, though the Night Raid members including Najenda all darkened slightly. Naruto looked around at all of them, sweat dropping as their gazes all focused on him. Was it something I said? Naruto thought, until he looked at Najenda, sho sighed and sat down at the table, linking her hands and resting her chin on them.

"Naruto, there is a reason I assigned them to capture you." Najenda began, prompting Naruto to sit down and focus on her, his eyes still holding their softness though. "Oh, and here I thought seeing me again would be a good enough reason." Naruto mocked, though he shut up as Najenda remained serious.

"Naruto, as you know we work for the Revolutionary Army, to purge the filth and corruption from the Empire." Najenda stated, knowing Naruto already knew. The blonde's eyes hardened and no emotion was gathered from his eyes or his posture, simply sitting there, observing Najenda who did the same to him. The Night Raid members tensed, ready to act should the blonde do anything.

"We believe our goals would be much simpler, not to mention easier, to complete if we had Esdeath at our side." Najenda explained, watching as Naruto leaned forward and linked his fingers in front of him.

"I think I can gather what you are hinting at. You want me to convince Esdeath to cut her ties with the Empire and join the Revolutionary Army, or Night Raid, am I correct?" Naruto questioned, satisfied as Najenda nodded seriously. Naruto sighed, rubbing his chin and closing his eyes in thought.

"Najenda-chan, this is a loaded request you've given me." Naruto muttered, opening his eyes and staring at the table in thought. The Night Raid members watched the man keenly, simply waiting for his answer. They didn't know what to do should the man simply refuse.

"This is a tough decision." "HOW!?" Naruto's mutter was heard by Tatsumi, who shouted and slammed his hands on the table, staring intensely at Naruto, who curiously looked up at him. "This Empire is corrupted! The Rich stay rich and the Poor stay poor! The strong prey on the weak, and no one does anything about it! Najenda said you are a caring man, someone who truly cares for the well being of everyone! So, explain to me since I can't get it, HOW is it hard for you to make a decision! To fight for justice!?" Tatsumi demanded, the Night Raid members staring intetly at the two, Najenda openly glaring at Tatsumi.

"Naruto, I'm sorr-" "Don't be." Naruto interrupted Najenda, un linking his fingers and looking into Tatsumi's eyes, his jaw clenched and tight. "Is it truly Justice you are fighting for, Tatsumi?" The questioned caught everyone off guard, shocking those present. Even Najenda. Naruto's eyes sharpened as he stared into Tatsumi's shocked eyes. "Huh? What'dya-" "I simply asked, Tatsumi, because while you do not see it, being on the inside of the Empire has given me insight into exactly what your justified assassinations has caused within the everyday people's lives. For example, a few months back, a Council Members was murdered, presumably by Night Raid considering he only had a single cut on his body." Naruto cast a glance at Akame, but didn't say anything, his implication hanging in the air.

"The man's two daughters, merely 6 and 8, ended up orphaned. From there, they were sent to a poor orphanage and were later, unfortunately, sold into the human trafficking market. I believe in a peaceful world much like all of you, but Night Raid's methods are simply too… partial. You are not thorough in your pitiful little attempts at justice. Up until now, everyone you killed hasn't had any impact on anything within the capital, but it has greatly hurt their families and friends. Everyone you have killed has already been replaced, in some cases but better, good-hearted people. In some cases, by people worse. In most cases however, they are merely the same level of greedy, corrupted as the person who you all killed. Night Raid has to look towards the heavy hitters within the Empire, the Capital, to truly make a difference. Even the Revolutionary Army. They preach about wanting peace for this Kingdom, and yet all they do is ransack small villages that have accepted protection from the Imperial Army simply because "Those who ally themselves with corruption shall be purged." It's disgusting. The Revolutionary Army is nothing more than people searching for a purpose, and pleading their innocence with something as flawed as their own justice. Before I even make a decision to leave the empire, let alone get Esdeath, someone very close to me, involved, I have to decide whether I can turn this little misguided and pitiful attempt at peace into something worth my time." Naruto spoke with a cold, calculated voice. Those gathered, excluding Najenda, felt their stomachs sink as one man brutally dismantled everything they believed and had done.

Naruto sighed, taking his hands away from his mouth and placing one at the ridge of his nose, rubbing it with clear stress. "I am sorry for reacting the way I did, but it had to be done. Both the Revolutionary Army and Night Raid are fighting for a good cause, but they are misguided in how they fight. Having been in the Empire for as long as I have, I know how it works. Perhaps not as well as Honest does, but I know its inner workings. I believe we would be able to truly help people, but there is still a chance we may just cause more pain then has already been inflicted. And, yes Tatsumi, I am a man who hates to see any human in pain. So, you must see how much of a turmoil it is to see people die not only in the Revolutionary Army, but also the empire. No human who is innocent should have to die." Naruto roughly ground out, his voice gruff and his eyes cold. The blonde stood up quickly, turning and walking away.

While the members of Night Raid began to discuss what Naruto had said between themselves, Najenda's eyes focused on Naruto's back. As the man got up, the motion caused his overcoat to rise a little, and Najenda had gotten a small glimpse of a hand gun she knew. A black hand gun, more like a hand cannon, glinted in the light slightly from its holster on Naruto's waist. Its coloring was black like the void, and the small, blood red hammer almost glared at her. Najenda could only ponder as to what such a vile weapon was doing in Naruto's possession, but even during their boot camp days, the blonde avoided the question like a plague. Najenda had asked Esdeath, who had stated that she too, hand no semblance of a clue as to why Naruto had it. Najenda merely sighed, thinking carefully about what the blonde had said. It seems some changes had to be made, both within Night Raid, and the Revolutionary Army as a whole.

With Naruto.

Naruto was not in a good mood. That discussion at breakfast had greatly bothered him, more so than he put on. Naruto knew that Night Raid and the Revolutionary Army could be great paths towards his dream, his goal of world peace. But, he also knew that, as they were, they were only going to get more people hurt. Naruto sat down on his bed with a sigh, the bed creaking as Naruto sat on its edge, deep in thought. Naruto knew he could not make the decision before his two days time in the Capital was over. And, Naruto knew that should Esdeath discover who had 'taken' him, there would be hell. With stressed eyes, Naruto retrieved a pen and paper, and began to write a letter for Najenda.

After he was finished, Naruto left the letter on his bed after folding it. He was a guest, naturally he would make sure the room was as clean as it was when he arrived, before he opened the window, leaping out. The letter explained that Najenda would have her answer in a month, and that Naruto had left without any ill intention towards the group, or even a sour taste in his mouth.

In the Past. Naruto is 7.

Naruto looked at the boy in front of him. He had black hair, in the same style as Naruto's. He was wearing Naruto's clothing, though everything was mainly black. However, the most striking part, was the black Sclera and Red Iris of the boy staring at Naruto, with a bored look.

"Heh, you think you can wield me, boy?" The boy's voice was deep, booming. It echoed around wherever they were, which was an everlong expanse of white. Naruto did not register what the boy in front of him had said. "A-Ano, where are we?" Naruto questioned, looking at the boy in front of him for an answer. Said boy grinned slightly, showing enlarged canines.

"We are in your head, boy. You foolishly thought you could wield me like your father before you." The boy explained, making Naruto remember how he had gotten here. His father, had died trying to protect the boy. Though, even his trusty hand gun had failed in protecting his life. Naruto remembered watching the man's body fall. He could remember the noise of the gun hitting the ground, a piercing clank. After that, Naruto could not remember anything but a blur.

"It seems I must repeat myself. Boy, did you truly believe you could wield me?" The boy asked again, making Naruto realize what he was talking to. Suddenly, Naruto growled. "What makes you think I'd want to wield you? I'm only trying to escape alive, and you seem like my only option. After that, I plan on discarding you." Naruto declared, glaring at the boy in front of him, who merely smiled a sadistic, face-splitting smile.

"Is that true boy? Well then, perhaps I will allow you to wield me, if only this once." The boy in front of Naruto growled out, his voice booming. He began to fade into a black mist that receded into Naruto's palm, forming a black hand gun, more like a cannon due to its sheer size. Naruto could barely grip the thing. Suddenly, without warning, the white surrounding Naruto began to get sucked into the black void that was the handgun, as a blood red slowly crept up Naruto's hand and leaked onto the gun's hammer.

The world around Naruto gained focus as the boy opened his eyes, finding himself standing with the massive gun his father wielded in his hands. His home was burning around him, and a crowd of men stood in front of him, grinning maniacally. "Oh look, the little boy thinks he can succeed where his father didn't. Let's teach him a lesson." The lead stated cruelly, before approaching Naruto slowly.

The blonde began to back away, until a voice boomed within his head. "You said you would wield me boy. So, do so!" The voice commanded, and Naruto felt and watched as his hand raised on its own, intimidatingly towards the group in front of him. "Oh? Are you really planning on firing that gun? Your father couldn't pierce Ōkinabōei, (Great Defense), what makes you think you can?!" Shouted the leader, slamming a massive shield down in front of him. It glistened in the fire, and Naruto swore he saw two massive eyes come to life as the man slammed it down.

Naruto's arm shook, until the voice returned. "Pull back the hammer." Naruto complied, slowly pulling back the blood red piece of metal, a satisfying click following. "Take a deep breath. Hold it in and aim towards the man's shield." Again, Naruto complied, taking in a massive breath and holding it while he pulled the gun's sights over the massive shield that proceeded to slowly move the crowd behind it forward.

"Fire."