CHAPTER ONE:

PARTIAL RECALL:

The images swimming in his sight were not coherent to him at all. He could read meanings or scenes from a few of them, but in the end they were to disjointed and unconnected. He understood some things though. But the barrage of foreign emotions were so clogging he felt like a defective drain pipe. He was not sure of many things that he had seen, but at least he understood a few of them.

He felt the need to categorise everything he had just seen, he needed to make sense of it. He was Uzumaki Naruto, hokage. No, he was Uzumaki Naruto, student. He could not seem to reconcile who he is now or who he was then, or even worse what he was now. He remembered red, lots of it. The blood, the fox and his mother. Though she seemed a lot thinner in his memories and a lot more stubborn.

And then there was a woman, Hinata. He did not know why but at the very sound of her name he felt an indescribable longing. The need to hold her and love her. An emotion so infinitely powerful that what he felt for Rias felt like child's play. He discovered a need to know her and with it came the knowledge of a great ball of fire in his stomach.

Naruto opened his eyes to an unfamiliar roof. This was not the home he had grown up in. It smelled moldy, like a combination of musty old socks and bleached clothes. The faint scent of a sakura tree in full bloom wafted into the room. But even then it did nothing to block the almost imperceptible smell of blood. His gaze wandered the room as he took in the unfamiliar sights. Instincts that he did not remember having prompted him to analyze any mode of escape or a weapon to defend himself with, in case things went wrong. He had no idea why but this new urge made him feel strange, like he was disconnected from reality. An obvious cough brought his attention to his mother, who was sitting on a rocking chair just three meters away from the bed cloaked in the shadows of the early morning.

" I know what you are thinking Naruto, but you are quite safe here."

Safe? Naruto might have his head in a jumbled mess but he quite remembered the feeling of a knife being shoved into his heart. And by his own mother no less. It was hard to look at her as nothing more than an enemy right now.

" I know what you are thinking son, but it was necessary. I would never put your life in jeopardy."

" really? Because it seems to me like that's what you did, I felt my self die. But somehow I am here and I have this images, this memories in my head of a life I never lived. What's worse is that I can't even make sense of it. Mother what did you do to me?"

Naruto could not read the expression on his mother's face. Of all the years he had known her, he had never known her to be this mysterious. On occasion she was a fire cracker of untamed rage. But more often than not she was just a simple single mother. Loath as he was to admit it. This version of his mother scared him a lot.

" I freed you Naruto. I gave you back your memories of your old life."

" gave back? Which means I had them before. Why would you take them away in the first place. I cant seem to wrap my head around it. If you took it away, why give it back. And why now."

" I know you require an explanation naruto but, I cant tell you everything. In time you can get to know your true origins. In fact you would not need me to tell you anything. The answers you seek are all hidden in your head. But what I can tell, is what you are and why I decided to unlock your memories."

She paused her impromptu speech, or at least he tought she was giving a speech. Everything sounded strange to him now. The world was slower, it was faster, brighter yet grayed.

" there's something wrong with me. I feel strange. There's….."

" a fire in you stomach"

Her interruption and knowledge of what was wrong with him made his heart skip an involuntary beat. It was weired how she knew what he wanted to say before he said it. In the end he was left with more questions than answers.

" what you feel now, is nothing more than energy. A power which has been locked in you from the moment you were born. A combination of holy energy, used to make miracles. Demonic mana used for casting of dark spells or any weapon of demonic nature. And finally human life force. The only thing in all the universe with the power of creation. You my son are a discrusis, the balanced existence of a creature of darkness, a scion of light and a being of mortality."

Naruto started laughing. Honestly who would believe all that. He hoped his mother was not drinking again, because it would seem she was hallucinating or something. He knew angels and devils existed. But a discrusis, what the hell was that. It was hard for naruto to not see it as it was. Total bullshit.

" theres nothing funny about this naruto, your father. At least your father in this world is the arch angel micheal. My father was the former heir in line for the position of lucifer, rizevim Lucifer. And my mother, she was a human entrepreneur. A famous business woman who had no business summoning devils in a bid to be more successful. For a while that worked in her favour, until she was raped by what one would consider an ultimate evil. I was born from that sin, or you might say reborn. I cant tell you anymore than this because you are not strong enough yet.

But know this I chose to lock your memories away because I wanted you to have a normal life. But I never expected you would fall in with devils. Your connection with them has put you in danger. So I had no choice but to drag you back into this life. I hope you will forgive me Naruto, but I have to prepare you. In time you will know everything, but for now go back to sleep, your training begins in earnest."

Naruto watched as she left the room, her answers only gave birth to more questions, what was a discrusis. And his father was an angel, kiba would hardly believe it. As the name kiba went through his head he was bombarded by another slew of images.

A brown haired boy with red tribal marks and a white dog, naruto saw himself and the strange and unknown boy at a bathhouse, he saw them fighting, he saw himself cry with him, he saw himself be sad. He saw him die, old and still as annoying as before.

Even after all these years kiba was still annoying as hell, that knowing smirk and lecherous grin. Kiba knew how to live life to the fullest, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, reincarnation or just random illusions. Inuzuka kiba was one of his closest friends. The rapid download of every memory he ever shared with his dead friend was enough to push his fragile mind back into the realmnof unconsciousness. The darkness a welcome friend as naruto fell into the sweet embrace of Morpheus.

As sweat dripped from his brows, naruto wondered how he now found himself in such a precarious position. He was hugging a tree. Seriously a tree. It has all been a part of his mother's training regiment. But he has been doing this for a week. Casting as his mother chose to call it whenever naruto lit up and short circuted the electrical wiring of their modest two floor cabin, was a refined art. It was an advanced form of divination, and a perfect way to connect to the aura of the world.

But of all the people whoever got a chance to learn magic or how to initiate miracles or weave spells, he had to be born to a mother who believed a stronger body made for a stronger mind. It was ridiculous, he may not have all his memories of his old life back, but he had spent sixteen years on this world, majority of it he spent playing rpg games, and he knew for sure that all magical players always focus on their mental acuity to cast their spells. But his mom seems to think that spells will shoot out his butt if he could bench press a thousand pounds. Which is impossible. Right?.

So far naruto had only been able to produce a basic light spell, and even then it was a flickering wisp of a thing. His mother says he was doing better than most people his age. Ordinary people will take months or a year or two to be able to meditate enough and develop any magic power. Naruto did it in a week after his awakening. Of course according to his mother there were some prodigies who learnt to sense the form of magic energy in less than twenty seconds. The current record was actually twelve seconds.

Which of course brings us back to the point of naruto hugging a tree. Naruto had no martial arts training, and what he remembered from his past life was not enough for him to be able to hold himself in a fight. To make matters worse his old memories only come in phases, he needs a stimulus or certain connections or reminders of familiar things to be able to remember something from his past life. So now he was stuck learning from his mother.

The art of hugging a tree, is the most annoying lesson he had been made to learn this past week. His mother had said everything in life and creation exist within a constant revolving circle. Yin and yang pushed and pulled at each other in constant harmony and balance of the world. To be able to properly tap into his powers and learn to fight, he must understand the concept of a circle.

A circle is a creation of absolute defense, absolute evation and unyielding attack. There are no edges, no angles. In a circle everything is shown and all is hidden. It is the very essenceof the world.

Naruto suddenly had another recall, he was younger, more rougher and uncut. And he was climbing a tree, without using his hands. The feeling of keeping a constant harmonic flux with the surface of a tree in other not to fall off was quite easy to understand. He had to learn to give, and to take. To find a balance within an exchange. To be and not to be, but one in nature and himself.

With that understanding another slew of memories grabed him. This one quite intense and unruly like the wave of an angry sea. A mountain. Colorful, strange and filled with toads of huge sizes. The feelings of nature, the art of being still, to connect and be empowered by it. Sage mode.

Naruto rocked away from the tree, push away by a force of repulsion that chafed the skin of his arms raw as they bled crimson. The tree which has been his constant companion for the past four days, rapidly petrifying and turning to stone. Naruto gasped for breath, he was spent, drained. but for some reason he could not help but grin and cry at the same time.

His time with the toads, every waking hour he spent on that mountain was as clear to him like it was yesterday. Every bug or worm he had to eat, every hit he had to take from that despicable black stick. And every prank he had to endure from gamakichi. The toads were his family, they were there for him the second time he lost a father. They made him strong.

Naruto bit his fingers as he moved them rapidly in the seals required for the toad summoning. Their contract was one of the soul, so maybe it can transcend dimensions or different planets. He slammed his palms to the ground as a bright light enveloped the area, he felt the earth rapidly draining what was left of his energy and a substantial part of his life force. Naruto blacked out from the pain, his attempts at summoning the toads a failure.

He was awake moments later, he felt weak and bound to the ground, his energy depleted. Naruto looked at his skin and almost flinched at what he saw, his skin was withered grey and bony. He really looked like he had the life sucked out of him. He dragged him self to tbe foot of another tree, nestling himself among its roots like a mother's embrace. He could hear it.

The heartbeat of the tree was slow, very slow. But naruto was connected enough to feel it. To fell this tree's connection to the next, and next, and the next. A whole forest of trees breathing and pulsing with life. He could feel a light, in each and everyone of them, it was . he could not help himself as he coaxed those flecks of light to himself. He felt them come in, felt them settle. And a feeling almost as intense as a climax overwhelmed him in all it's glory.

He felt like a drowning man who has taken a breath of fresh air after an hour underwater. He felt this light, this life enter his body as it replaced what was lost, and repaired what was broken. He felt stronger, faster. His skin became more vibrant, his senses stronger. And he took it in, more and more until he could take no more. And then he opened his eyes.

It was in that position his mother found him, shocked, scared. And sorrounded by half a forest of dead trees. Many of them blackened past their green vibrancy. It felt like a blight had come and settled in this part of the forest. It carried with it a feeling. A feeling of intense death. His mother wrapped her arms around him as she wispered.

" this is the power of a discrusis Naruto. The power over life, the power of death. It's the power of God himself. I want you to remember what you are feeling right now, it is easy to take a life, but it is much harder to give it back. As punishment for this blunder, rushing ahead in your training like this without guardianship. You will have to give life back to this forest, to pay back in equivalent exchange every speck of life you have taken.

If I was here I would be dead, if we were in a city, it would have been genocide. You would have killed thousands if not millions of living things. Men, women, children, animals even a bacteria. Non would have been able to survive. You must learn retraint and you must learn control. Above all you need a stronger body to handle your flux of power. Now go inside and get cleaned up."

Naruto trudged back into the cabin, his recent actions weighing heavily on his mind. But his back was turned so he was not able to see the look of absolute horror on his mother's face as she took in the sight of the desolation her son had caused.

Akeno moved the stray lock of hair behind her ears in a huff. The evening wind had seemed most adamant in messing up her hair. But she loved the feelings of nostalgia it evoked. Later on in their marriage, when she and naruto had gotten quite old, her husband had developed the ability to control his wind nature chakra to an astonishing degree. He was powerful to the point he could command the elements with his will alone. But what did the old bastard do with such a thing, he busied himself using it to flip her dresses, or to tear them to shreds when they got in the way of his research.

Much like his master before him her husband had become a lecherous old man. But at least only she had known that side of him. After all naruto had an image to protect as someone who remained un corrupted by the machinations of his perverted teacher jiraiya.

Akeno took a sip of the coffe in her hand, it was bland,horrible and bitter. But she still steeled her stomach in resolve as she threw the vile contents into her stomach. She had searched for two weeks, the school term was entering into it final month. In all that time no one had asked about what happened to naruto. Except maybe kiba and rias, and surprisingly enough issei.

Akeno could not blame them for what happened, of course it did not mean she was happy. Her relationship with her president had taken a huge hit. But rias was trying to make amends, even if she did not know why akeno was so distant from her. After all naruto was kiba's friend. No one could understand what sort of relationship they had.

Kiba's message of naruto taking his own life was just a front. They were devils, finding out the truth out of lies was something they could do quite well. After all they invented it. Naruto was indeed injured. If sources were to be belived when he was being taken out of the house by the ambulance there was a knife in his chest. His mother had conveniently told the neighbors who were around that her son tried to kill himself. And she sold it quite well, the stuff was allover the news.

But as of right now members of the ORC were conducting their own investigation. The ambulance carrying naruto never got to any hoslital within kuoh or its neighboring cities. Not even the underground hospitals and criminal doctors had any idea where they were. Naruto and his mother disappeared into thin air, almost as if they never existed in the first place.

For the past week she had taken to watching their empty house every evening till midnight. Looking for clues that will lead her to either his body or the whereabouts of his mother. God even a grave will be appreciated, she just wanted to know what happened to him or if he was okay. She may have made a promise to stay away from him, but she could not sit idly back if her husband was in trouble. Even though they were no longer married and naruto had absolutely no recollection of who he was or she is. Her heart and soul would only belong to one man. Regardless of if he remebered her or not.

Akeno perked up as a hooded and cloaked figure exited Naruto's house. She had been waiting hours for this person. It was the only way she could get any lead on Naruto's whereabouts. As the person moved towards her she could not shake the shiver of fear that went through her spine. Devil or not, there were much darker things that existed in this world. As soon as the creature was within range akeno heard the rasping sound of sizzling flesh. There was a particular sound the flesh of living things made when they were burnt, she was quite familiar with it.

More often than not, that sound was almost accompanied with a bout of intense pleasure for her. She loved to hurt things, to hear them scream and see them squirm as they fall prey to her delicious lightening. But this entity in front of her took all pleasure away from her when she hears the sound he makes whenever he moved. Instead a feeling of abject terror always rose within her heart.

" I have checked and scryed the house"

This thing in font of her was a wraith. A spirit of magic, despair and death that is cursed to remain stuck on earth and roam about feeding on the despair and pain of the living, while they are also in constant pain as nature itself attacks and burns them for being an abomination in its sight.

" and what did you find wraith"

Akeno spat the word out like she had chewed on dirt. The wraith ignored her tone as it continued to explain in an eerily raspy voice.

" the boy never tried to kill himself. And at the time of the murder, there were only two people in that house. The boy and his mother."

Akeno scrunched her eyebrows in confusion as she asked the wraith.

" what do you mean by that?"

" you know exactly what I mean"

Akenon narrowed her eyes, as her hair began to rise up of its own accord, invisible sparks of lightening rapidly dancing in between each individual follicles.

" don't play games with me wraith, speak clearly and drop the vagueness. I have no time for this and neither do you."

The wraith hissed in anger as it moved back a few steps from akeno, no one, not even a kirin will want to take a dose of holy lightening to any part of their body, much less a wraith. Akeno was famous for torturing creatures of the dark before she ended their existence, when there nothing more than a broken heap of trash at her feet.

" what I am saying is that, the mother killed the boy or at least tried too. I saw it with my own eyes, you know what I can do. And am not stupid enough to test you. As soon as she stabbed him with a ceremonial blade of sorts, she used his blood to make a spell matrix. Though I am sure it was a sealing array of unknown origin. Then she called the ambulance. After that she gave him a potion that healed his wounds and then she cast an illusion on her son to make it seem like he was still injured. And then the ambulance came and took them away."

Akeno was sure everything the wraith said was true. Wraiths had the ability to see the history of a place. Especially those that had a history of unfortunate incudents. It was quite obvious at first the creature wanted to withhold some information at first. Why, she did not know, neither did she care. But what mattered to her was that Naruto was okay. Even though she had no idea what game kushina was playing.

But mother in-law or not, if that woman hurt him. Which of course is funny since she already did so. In that regard akeno was going to find her and introduce her to the meaning of pain. No one hurts naruto, not even his mother. Rias was still alive because akeno could understand her hurting naruto was not intentionally.

" I have given you what you wanted, now release me from this infernal contract."

Akeno gave a predatory smirk as she faced the wraith, lightening dancing between her finger tips.

" no….noo, ple..ase you promised to set m….mmm..e free."

" oh did I, I never remebered making that sort of promise. But don't worry this is not going to hurt much. After the first thirty minutes that is."

The wraith turned around to make a run for it, in other to save its pitiful afterlife. But a glowing barrier made of lightening came down and it became traped with the object of nightmares for many creatures of the dark for the past few years. Its screams rend the night, delivering unholy screeches that would make most grown men soil themselves in fright. And nestled in between those screeches was the moaning voice of a woman as she made sweet, sweet music with the voice of a wraith in pain. And she loved every second of it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: well this is the official first chapter. I hope you guys loved it. So for the next few chapters we are going to be moving through a few training chapters as naruto comes to understand his new abilities. I like an op naruto as much as the next person, but I want that strenth gain to be gradual. Also we will be rotating views between members of the ORC and kushina as they try searching for naruto and as his mother trains him. So read and review if anybody has any ideas on how to improve the story am all ears. Till next time king out.