[Rant: I don't own Naruto & co. nor will I ever or may lawyers eat my brain and my neighbor's car keys. I do own my characters (on my page) including Madara and any minor character OCs and the plot.

Terms & Etc.

- Aoi: (name) meaning 'blue' or 'indigo']

-Hitai-ate: (ninja gear) a forehead protector indicating ninja status

-.: Nireiki :.-

-.: Chapter Two :: Trial of the Marionette :.-

-.:Credulous {adjective} ready to believe especially on slight or uncertain evidence:.-

Naruto slurped his steaming ramen with much relish as he half listened to whatever it was Ayame had been chattering on about for the past ten minutes or so about. Something about a masked Jounin she'd met at the Ichiraku Ramen stall a few days ago with his nose buried in a book. It sounded very odd to say the least to the demon container. Then again he never had paid much attention to the ramen chef's daughter's daily drabbles, they always made his head hurt with her perplexing logic. But oh well, on with his ramen!

It was a cool evening in early October, roughly a week since the incident with the stranger in the alley and several days before his birthday. The chilling rain that had swept around the hidden leaf village had briefly paused from its tirade allowing a final a day of fair weather before an early winter set in on Konohagakure in all its furry. Naruto had even managed to find his neon orange umbrella that now lay propped against his stool at an angle in time before the heavy rain settled into the land. After all, everyone, even the jinchuuriki All knew that unlike in the picture books, winters in the land of fire where marked by cold rainfall and high winds. Almost never snow.

"-And he just did this weird eye grin and laughed and then-"

"Umm, Ayame?" interrupted Naruto, "What does this have to do with Mondays again?"

The brunette paused from her antics a thoughtful expression eclipsing her features and her right thumb resting lightly on her lips whilst she pondered.

"Ya' know, now I can't even remember…BUT I HATE THAT GUY!"

The jinchuuriki sweat dropped before returning to his dinner once more. Sometimes Ayame was so childish. Not that he could say so, earlier that day he himself had fallen asleep during another of Iruka-sensei's boring lectures.

His brow now furrowed and cerulean eyes clouded over as the stranger's words replayed quietly in his head.

"And how do you expect to graduate by skipping school? I sincerely doubt any sensei would take a delinquent under their wing who doesn't care about their education."

He had gone to the academy everyday this week and had even sat after hours making up for detentions he'd skip, but still his conscience wasn't satisfied.

'Why should I care what some stranger thinks? I'll probably never ever see him again anyway.'

But fate had already decided against this and prompted proved the blond wrong.

"Hey! Look at that mommy it's a pretty kite!" called a small child to her mother as they paused on the sidewalk directly behind Naruto.

Naruto turned on his stool wondering briefly what the little kid was carrying on about when he saw it as well.

It's serpentine form twisting and somersaulting seemingly moving of its own accord in the evening wind high over the heads of the pedestrians in the roadway. Unlike normal kites that could be seen flying from rooftops of Konoha during the summer months this one had a cylinder base and was covered in a thin aqua-green fabric that shimmered and glowed in the lantern light of buildings.

It swooped airily a few more times. Now everyone on the street had stopped to stare at the spectacle with wide eyes and several mouths hanging slightly ajar. Now the leviathan, that's what Naruto guessed it was, pulled into a tight spin gaining speed as it climbed higher into the sky. Each person's eyes focused with anticipation as the kite peaked to the top of its ascendant freezing mid-second and then plummeting into a free fall for the Hokage tower.

"Get out of the way it's gonna crash!"

"Why aren't the Anbu doing anything about it? Is there an invasion?"

But just as all of the onlookers were about to panic the most unexpected thing happened.

A human sized shadow tossed a medium sized scroll into the air above the tower's roof instantaneously releasing a large reverse summoning seal above the onlookers' heads and swallowing the kite whole in a predetermined finale.

The street was silent for a full minute before someone spoke.

"What the hell…" said a wide eyed shop keeper. Others echoed his comment until angry shouting erupted among the civilians.

"So some psycho thinks it's okay to practice whatever the hell kind of Ninjutsu they want in city limits? I'm calling the police!"

"I thought all of the professional puppeteers were in Sunagakure," muttered an elderly ninja.

"No," replied his companion, "I think I heard about one of them here who wound up in Anbu; probably retired now though."

"What ashame there are so few puppeteers around these days."

'Yeah.'

Naruto quickly hopped off of his stool slamming his ramen coupon down on the ramen bar counter and darting among the crowd who still hung at a standstill.

"Thanks for the ramen!" he shouted behind him as he pulled his green aviator goggles over his eyes. He bounded over the rooftops towards the Hokage tower. He could place just what it was, but that kite felt so familiar it terrified him. Where had he seen it before? Oh well, this thought was abandoned as the blond picked his pace not bothering to notice the masked ninja tailing him.

-xXx-

From his perch upon one of the many pointed arches of the Hokage tower's roof the chilling evening air swirled around Madara. Beneath him the radiance of village lights began to fade. The hour hand, one of five such arrows on his ever present pocket watch hovered over the 'ten' marker. The puppeteer gazed at the five identical arrows on the clock's face for a moment. During the five years he had lived in Konoha he had never once been questioned about the odd looking device by any of his superiors. Perhaps it was luck that everyone had concluded it was just a weird looking clock. Either way, Madara was pleased for this minor coincidence. There was no need to involve anyone who wasn't necessary in his mission.

Were it not for the village elder standing expectantly on the flat rooftop underneath the arches it might be considered peaceful.

"What do you think you are doing Akakonoha-kun?" asked the figure, invisible malice dripping like winter rain from his seemingly innocent question.

The child of nine years eyes flickered backwards momentarily even though he already recognized the individual by his gruff voice alone. There was no mistaking the cane he constantly leant on, the graying jet black hair, and most importantly the bandages that covered left side of his face.

"Good evening Danzo-san," replied Madara evenly not betraying so much as a hint of his present thoughts, "And as to my actions they speak for themselves."

The village elder frowned trying to digest this information before he continued in his usual cold tone.

"I am not valuable enough to earn a nickname from Konohagakure's resident puppeteer? You couldn't possibly be planning anything now could you my little robotic pawn?"

A tiny mechanical sound could be heard as Madara cracked his knuckles, no doubt the sound of the pins within his hands temporarily moving in and out of place. A frown momentarily hovered over the child's face. Despite his carefulness in hiding his secrets somehow Danzo had managed to find out about the blond's 'uniqueness'. No, not the fact that he kept contact with several well established missing-nin. Nor that in the last year and a half more than a dozen root agents had mysteriously disappeared upon meeting the rogue puppeteer. Danzo had discovered the puppeteer's least important secret. Madara's arms and legs were nothing more than steel replacements. However lifelike they moved they were fraud. But this secret was nothing compared to the puppeteer's true mission or the reason behind his metal limbs.

"I still wonder how a village elder such as you can still have the lack of judgment to mistake artificial life for prosthetic limbs."

"Both are a profanity against nature."

An amused grin, "I'm afraid that's complete shit Danzo-san, is life itself not profane and violent? If humans didn't exist war would never have torn this nation apart in the first place. It's simply idiotic to confuse such impermeable truths."

"Child," now the elder ninja's voice was becoming strained with annoyance and irritation, "Let me make this simple enough for you to understand. If my agents catch you doing anything that might conspire against this village I will personally see to it that you regret the day the council spared your miserable life."

Madara now turned so that his inky black eyes locked on Danzo's single orb.

"In retrospect, if shogi pieces were more lifelike it would only take one move from the pawn placed before the king on your side of the board to end the game. Simply turn around and stab your leader in the back, but that's your plan to become Hokage isn't it?"

A glassy look momentary crossed the child's orbs. 'Too bad it will never work. I'd sooner murder you in cold blood than allow that to happen. I thought I made that painfully clear to those root agents of yours. What a shame that dead shinobi can't deliver messages to their traitorous leaders', he pondered thoughtfully.

Danzo's visible eye widened as he watched the assassin in shocked silence.

The young blond now fixed his dark orbs on the sinking horizon repeating a final message before the shadow clone disappeared in a puff of hot steam.

"If I didn't know better Danzo-san I'd say you and your corrupted council were afraid of me, but that's just a guess."

The village elder stood gazing callously for a moment at the empty space Madara had left behind. Damn that little brat. If all went according to plan he would meet very sticky end in the near future, that is, after Danzo had personally extracted the volumes of undisclosed information held within the rogue puppeteer's mind.

-xXx-

Twin sharp blue eyes hurriedly danced about piercing the waning arches of the Hokage building. His breathing growing more hastened with each breath of night air. Tension beginning to set in as the muffled sounds directly behind him grew more apparent. Naruto Uzumaki was a lot of things, but restrained and calculating were not among these qualities. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep himself from falling of the rooftops, getting caught (maybe even killed) by whatever was tailing him and trying to search the village skyline for the dark shadow he had seen dart from the 'old man's tower' following the puppet show in the fading sunlight. He had to be around here somewhere, he just had to! And to top of the prankster's predicament the lantern lights were now all but extinguished and it had begun to rain. So much for trying to bring an umbrella…

A sudden movement in the side street below forced the blond to a sudden and abrupt halt as he jumped down three floors, nearly breaking several bones in the process. Naruto gave an extra burst of speed as he caught up with his target.

'Dattebayo! That bastard is so getting a piece of my mind!'

But to his surprise instead of waiting patiently for Naruto the pale blond stranger jolted ahead through the alleyway shadows only pausing a moment to close his china red umbrella and linger a half second for the blond.

"Finally what the hell-", but before he could spit out a word the child interrupted in the same emotionless voice he had used in their previous meeting.

"We are being followed by an elite Jounin. I recommend you keep your mouth shut unless you intend to get caught."

"But-"

"Or more simply, shut the fuck up."

This was enough to force the blond into infuriated silence for a few minutes while his unfamiliar ally thought up a strategy.

The stranger's gloved hands came together forming a simple hand sign Naruto recognized from an academy lecture. He couldn't remember exactly what Iruka-sensei had said it was for, probably something having to do with that awful clone jutsu again, but he had committed to memory the basic principle behind the technique.

Genjutsu.

His worst technique.

The stranger slowly released a small pulse of chakra as the illusion began to take shape and attach itself to the environment. It produced an artificial fog that blurring the edges of buildings together and smearing them with the slowing drizzle of raindrops as their forms, Naruto's and that of the unknown child, merged with their surroundings literally hiding them in plain sight.

-xXx-

Their pursuer came to a sudden halt, his visible eye darting about trying to relocate his charge, the Kyuubi jinchuuriki. He muttered something under his breath although the mask that hid the lower half of his face made the noise inaudible. He had been given this mission numerous times in the past eleven years. It was quite simple really. Just to watch the blond child and make sure no harm came to him, Stay hidden at all times, and above all else don't be seen by the jinchuuriki or any villagers.

Hatake Kakashi let out a sigh as he uncovered his blood red Sharingan and skimmed the horizon once more to no avail. No bright blue chakra in the dark streets of Konoha. Not a sound of footsteps or hastened breathing echoed in the damp air.

Where had Naruto Uzumaki gone?

Kakashi Hatake recovered his infamous eye muttering a curse under his breath whilst doing so then disappeared in a swirl of leaves.

-xXx-

For about five minutes they waited in the illusion. It felt like ten because Naruto was already fairly drenched from the rain and set on edge with stress.

"W-Who was that?" the blond finally asked in a hushed whisper.

The younger blond once again formed a simple hand sign this time to release his jutsu.

"A particularly troublesome Jounin with a habit of underestimating me", came his stoic reply, "It's actually quite annoying."

Naruto stood beside his ally in silence as he mulled this over before he noticed the red umbrella elevated over his head shielding him from the little rain that still fell.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because you are soaking wet. Even my patience has limits and dragging you to the hospital because you came down with pneumonia is not on my agenda."

"Umm…Thanks I guess."

"Hn. Now are you coming or what?"

Naruto tilted his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

The child rolled his eyes pointing in the direction of the Hokage tower near Naruto's apartment. The district had become enclouded in a thick gray smoke only illuminated by a few embers of torch light.

"To put it bluntly it would be reckless to go home with those idiots waiting for you."

"So where should I go?"

"If you're willing to stand my psychotic neighbor I have a spare sleeping bag you could use."

"Uh, okay I guess. Wait! How do I know you're not leading me to some dark alley so you can murder me?"

"We're already in a dark alley, and if I had wanted you dead you would already be so. Now hurry up, I can't stand laziness," snapped the nine year old.

Naruto quickly regained his footing and stumbled blindly through the dark crashing into several walls in the process prior to finding the younger blond waiting impatiently near the edge of the alley. The blond gave a fox-like grin whilst the child grumbled something unintelligible. Though Naruto from the little he had been able to pick up with his heightened hearing he caught several particularly foul sounding curses of foreign origin.

This was bound to be interesting to say the least.

A few stars shone in the nighttime skies as the pair strode through the empty streets of Konohagakure. The only sounds that purged the quiet air were that of wind chimes clinking softly on the wind…that and Naruto's incessant chatter.

-"Say chibi-san, why Anbu wear animal masks anyway?"

"It is fairly common for ninja to use intimidation tactics to gain an edge over their enemy. Masks are one such way to do so."

"That's the only reason? Umm…Who are the legendary sannin? You know, their names and skills?"

"Of the three sannin there are Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya. Tsunade is a specialist of medicine and holds a summoning contract with the slugs. Orochimaru is one of two who hold a pact with the snakes. He was recognized as a genius at a young age and his skills lie in forbidden jutsu and his unethical experimentation on humans. Jiraiya has an accord with the toads and knows a large number of their techniques. He is also considerably skilled in sealing, Ninjutsu, and attaining information from his spy network."

"Wow."

"I suppose so."-

It hadn't taken long for the Uzumaki to discover that unlike Sakura-chan and his other peers who made fun of him for not knowing social rules and basic familiarity with things as simple as chakra, the young blond didn't mind answering Naruto's never ending barrage of questions. If fact he encouraged it. To this child it was okay to admit you didn't understand something. A single notion in itself that was a revolutionary concept to the Uzumaki and forced new curious thoughts to the surface of his mind. This simple something that shook a truth at the core of Naruto's sheltered world was something not even the Hokage was courageous enough to attempt for fear of a backlash from the villagers.

As if this in itself was not enough for the village pariah to wrap his mind around, his ally seemed to have an encyclopedia-like knowledge of every topic Naruto could think of. However, unlike Iruka-sensei who droned on for hours on a subject the child had the good sense not to compete with the Uzumaki's attention span. Not yet anyway.

Needless to say Naruto bombarded the stranger with queries along the entire walk to "chibi-san's" apartment on the far side of Konoha near the shinobi training grounds.

"We're here already?" came the elder blond's surprised tone as he all but crashed into chibi-san upon reaching said destination.

"Hn", was the stranger's stoic reply as he pulled open the front door of the building, still holding the china red umbrella aloft in his left hand offering Naruto to step inside.

Unlike his own apartment building the younger blond's was an uncommon rectangular shape with three floors and fit snuggly between its neighbors, a ninja supply store and a bakery. It was probably one of the older buildings of the village, pre-building boom, as proved by the dark wooden shingles that threatened to slide off the roof at any moment. The outer walls were in much the same condition, a worn yellow paint that had not aged particularly gracefully. Seamless steel pipes ran the length of the building giving off plumes of hot steam every few minutes. Aside from the long chains of bells that hung from a third floor balcony this was the only modern touch to the aged structure.

"Which floor do you live on?"

"The third, my sadist neighbor lives on the right unit and I the left. My landlord occupies the ground floor where he can keep an eye on us. The second floor is catch-all storage of the worst variety."

Naruto suppressed laughter as he imagined whoever this crazy neighbor of chibi-san's was as well as the rest of the complex's interior.

"Are you sure your parents won't mind?" continued the blond warily echoing his ally's steps to avoid the many creaky spots on the decaying stairs.

"I thought we established that less than an hour ago. My family is dead and I have a firm policy of not repeating myself. In the future I won't be so lenient Uzumaki-san."

"You don't need to be so formal all the time ya' know. Just 'Naruto' will do."

"Hn."

"'Hn' doesn't qualify as an answer!"

"Aa", Chibi-san smirked, "Target reached Uzumaki-Naruto-san."

This earned an especially annoyed glare on the jinchuuriki's part whilst his ally began to fumble in his jacket pockets for his key.

Right pocket, No keys.

Left pocket, No keys.

Pants pockets? No keys.

Door mat? Still no keys.

Buried in the bottom of goddamn fucking neighbor's flower pots! Of course...

Naruto watched in cautious fascination as chibi-san plucked the soil covered keys from a terracotta pot of fiery red tiger lilies. Then, glaring at the floor and cursing under his breath as he did so, shoved it into the lock and marched into his apartment to make a cup of white tea. Obviously whoever his neighbor was either was gutsy enough to attempt the feat or just plain stupid.

As the Uzumaki followed in after his ally glancing briefly at the quietly fuming child now searching the kitchen cabinets for his tea kettle which had also mysteriously disappeared he assumed that said neighbor was a combination of the two.

"-Anko Mitarashi keep your damned self out of my apartment before I'm convicted of voluntary manslaughter-"

Yep. This neighbor was definitely psychotic on her own level.

Naruto now turned from chibi-san towards the entry way wall, giving the younger blond some time to cool off. The wall was absolutely plastered with photographs, sketches, and snibblets of paper with odd messages thus giving it the look of a collage threatening to devour the drywall.

The first photograph that caught his eye was at the very center of the patchwork and was roughly the size of his hand. It was a colored portrait of a four person ninja cell, Genin perhaps? At the back center was the squad leader, Kakashi Hatake, a man in his twenties or so with premature silver hair and a mask that covered the lower half of his face. Though his right eye was covered by his hitai-ate, his visible eye crinkled in an expression of suppressed snickering as he gazed at the other three ninja on the team. Farthest right was chibi-san wearing his signature blank look. The only differences between the child in the picture and the one preparing white tea were several centimeters in height and the chibi-san of the present had slightly longer hair. Farthest left was a boy about a year younger than chibi-san. Unlike his teammates his exposed eye was a bright amber that contrasted with his spiky sable hair and the white medic-style eye patch the covered his left eye. He wore simple slacks and a charcoal t-shirt with his clan's insignia stitched on in vermillion thread, a twirling flame design. Below this person was written in curving katana Akiyama, Indigo.

Naruto raised an eyebrow at this. It must have been misinterpreted; probably his name was 'Aoi' or something. Who would name their child 'Indigo' of all things?

Centered between the three shinobi was the final member of the squad. She was at most ten years old even though she was barely taller than chibi-san. According to the name inscribed below her she was Hyuuga, Kalori.Her long ebony hair was parted to the right mostly covering one of her pale lavender eyes. But there was something odd about those typical pale Hyuga eyes; they were covered by a thin layer of white. She was blind.

"Those are my teammates," said an even voice beside him sipping tea calmly.

The Uzumaki kept his cerulean orbs focused on the photograph as he spoke.

"I-Is that one's name really 'Indigo'?"

"Yes. His mother was a painter and thought that the name suited him perfectly."

"But why didn't she just name him 'Aoi'? That means indigo and doesn't sound so odd."

"She believed that by giving him a unique name he would be more likely to survive as a shinobi."

"Huh?"

"'Aoi' is a fairly common name among both boys and girls. If an order was given to send someone named 'Aoi' into battle it is very likely a mistake could be made and the wrong shinobi could be sent. There are hundreds of 'Aoi's, but only one 'Indigo'."

"That's really smart I guess…"

"Quite possibly."

"Uh, is the one in the middle blind?"

"Yes. She lost her vision when she was two and a half, but she can still remember most colors and some shapes."

"How did she get accepted into the academy? I thought we were supposed to go through a screening process or something."

"Actually Kalori applied to take the graduation exam when she was five to avoid the screening process. She failed the written portion of the test, but her high scores on the practical application portion allowed her to pass."

"Hey chibi-san, if those are your teammates that means you're a ninja too right?"

The pale blond child just continued drinking his tea as if he hadn't heard the question.

"I said-"

"I heard you the first time."

Naruto scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. It's not like it was a hard question, just yes or no would suffice.

"So are you a ninja or not?"

"Of a sort."

"What does that mean?"

"Yes, I am a ninja," muttered chibi-san in a slightly aggravated tone. He always hated being asked this question by his peers. It always launched into a series of inquiries that he refused to answer…they were too painful to give an appropriate response to anyway.

The elder blond decided this would be an excellent time not to push his luck, swiftly changing the subject.

"Where'd you say your extra sleeping bag was again?"

"I didn't. It's this way."

With that chibi-san strode over to a bright red door beside the refrigerator, Naruto tailing behind him quietly.

"The cobalt door is the bathroom, the yellow ocher is the study, and the tomato colored door is the bedroom."

Naruto gave a stiff nod committing this system to memory.

The room behind the warmly painted red door was in a mostly barren state. The only furniture it held was a medium sized oak armoire of humble origin which held chibi-san's bed roll, some pillows, the sleeping bag, and of all things a large sketchbook and some pencils that were an odd shade of grey. 'Charcoal' later explained the nine year old 'was very good for shading'. The demon container turned a few circles around the sparsely used room and used the ends of his standard shinobi sandals to draw in the dust that covered the floor while his ally organized their supplies.

"Do you prefer camping in the study or the kitchen?" said the younger blond indifferently.

The prankster's hand came to his chin as he thought over the two options. Thinking, normal a strenuous activity he avoided, somehow didn't seem so bad now that he had had some practice.

"Study, definitely."

The study wouldn't be as dusty right?

Well yes, sort of…

True it turned out that the small library concealed by the yellow door was cleaner than the bedroom dust-wise, but the room itself was another story entirely. Scrolls, thick tomes, and other papers littered with scribbled notes or rough sketches were crammed in every available nook and cranny of the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined two of the four walls and many documents spilled out over the rectangular table at the center of the room. In one corner of the library sat three very large scrolls marked 'supplies', 'projects' and 'do not touch'. Along this wall maps of the five great shinobi nations as well as the smaller countries were marked with red ink that indicated locations for missions and other such notes. The only semi-blank wall was the one directly opposite the door which was mostly occupied by a window overlooking the neighboring bakery. The wall itself was mostly covered with mathematical equations, odd scrawls of questions and various other things in several different colors of ink which made the wall look as though it were covered in the most bizarre wallpaper even imagined.

"Wow," came Naruto's critiquing of the study, "Just wow."

The child gave a shrug as he leaned the bed roll and other supplies against a bookcase and began pushing three chairs off to the edges of the room. The Uzumaki hurriedly joined in the tidying up by tugging the table to a place below the window.

"Is that okay?" he panted. After all, the table was quite heavy due to its top layer of…well; Naruto didn't really know what to call it…

"Yes, that's fine."

"Geez, why is everything so…"

"Chaotic? I like to keep it this way. I find it's very good for thinking."

The elder blond dismissed the somewhat odd reason as he slipped off his sandals and aviator goggles and slithered into the extra sleeping bag.

"Thanks…"

Then it hit him. He had never asked chibi-san what his real name was. As if reading his mind the younger blond replied stoically.

"My name is Akakonoha no Madara by the way."

As Madara turned off the lights and hid within his own bed Naruto mulled this bit of information over.

Akakonoha no: of the red leaves.

Madara: Spotted or speckled.

It seemed so eerily familiar. Where had he heard that name before?

But the last Uzumaki didn't have much time to search through his memories, for his tired mind had already drifted off to sleep.

-xXx-

Despite the ease in which his guest had fallen asleep Madara lay awake for several hours keeping watch from the library window. His obsidian orbs narrowed as they honed in on the vivid green energy field the glowed faintly just outside the neighboring store. The figure had disguised himself in a henge jutsu, but despite the visual transformation his aura hadn't altered in the slightest. No matter his impressive skills with illusions the 'copy ninja' couldn't fool Madara's eyes.

'Maybe that damned Kakashi will learn to mind his own business one of these days,' pondered the blond, 'Though I highly doubt it.'

However his old sensei's nosiness had played to the child's advantage this time. Due to the masked ninja's carelessness he had been able to observe some of Naruto's skills at a relatively close range. Among the largely unpolished techniques he positively supernatural stamina and sensory perception, probably a boon from his demon prisoner. Though from what little he had seen the puppeteer knew the last of the Uzumaki need a substantial amount of practicing to make up for his abysmal style of taijutsu if could even be called that, complete inability to create or dispel genjutsu despite how easily he noticed them, and his ninjutsu which was all but nonexistent. Madara still had to examine exactly how well he performed in written knowledge, trailing him tomorrow at the academy would be the best option but was overall pleased with his findings.

Almost no ties at all to the outside world (aside from the ramen shop keepers and the lord Hokage).

Below average at best in the ninja arts.

And last but not least, he was the jinchuuriki of Kyuubi.

He would make the perfect pupil...but first the rogue puppeteer would have to begin the slow process of bending Uzumaki Naruto away from influence of the village. Away from Danzo and the council of ninja elders to be more specific. But Madara didn't mind the time it would take, after all it was worth the wait...

{Thirteen pages! *takes break from doing evil history homework to hop about somewhat*

Oh!

*light bulb goes boink!*

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*Naruto wonders around off-set looking for ramen*}