Please note once again, that this is NOT an original Idea that I came up with. It's actually from Sennyu Megami, but it's been on Hiatus for such a long time, and I absolutely loved it soooo much that I kidnapped it. Mwahahahaha!
Within the country of Lightning lies the Village Hidden in the Clouds, commanded by the Raikage.
For a long time the two great villages of Kumo and Konoha were rivals, fighting each other , competing for missions and business, and trying to steal each other secrets; for a time, anyone wearing the forhead protector that marked them as a Konoha ninja within lightning country would be killed.
There was one exception though, missing nins.
These were the shinobi who abandoned the Leaf which the Cloud accepted whole heartedly or ignored, because Hunter -nins of Konoha were unable to track missing-nins within the Cloud in fear of being killed by the savage Cloud ANBU, famous for their predatory skills.
The missing nins of the shinobi world had several choices, join one of the shinobi families outside the villages, join organizations, or the most popular head to the Mist or Cloud for they hired shinobi from all over the world and even trained their children, in hopes of using them as contract killers.
Being raised among the missing nins of the world in Cloud country allowed one special advantage for these children, they learned techniques from all over the world.
Being in such a harsh environment, they needed all the help they could get, for their right of passage was worse than the fateful massacre of the mist: all the children were to kill the father and mother figures in their lives, nowing these children would be abused, tortured and outright killed by their parents.
Nanashi knew this and smiled, he was like any other child, cruel, sadistic, and an outright psychopath.
Zabuza had nothing on these kids.
The sun was rising over the mountains, and within a valley stood an encampment.
Run and owned by the shinobi of the Kumo, it was a messy little place.
Usually there would be the bustling of people readying for various tasks with smoke drifting into the mountain sky, but today was different; today was the day of graduation.
A random day was chosen by the teachers of the academy, and the students were to kill the adult figures within their lives.
A Jounin was walking through this gruesome hell finding all who passed and checking on the ones that didn't.
The dead were usually killed in gruesome ways, as none of the students ever had parental figures, so they killed whomever they hated the most.
"Nanashi?" called he called.
A child with blond hair stood up.
The angular face was delicate like a girls, with a slim and flexible body.
A technique was used on many of the male children to allow them to get closer to people unsuspecting of preteen girlscoughHakucough.
Nanashi stood up, his recently cut hair hanging hanging to his shoulders.
There was hair lying all over the ground; evidently, he didn't like his hair when it was drenched with blood from the ones he hated.
"Where are the bodies?" asked the cloud jounin.
Nanashi pointed to the fences showed one of the shinobi leaning against the fence with the throat cut; the pecking carrions didn't help the jounin's appetite and the other lay on the ground in a voiceless scream.
Needles were pierced the body, missing major organs but hitting the nerves with accuracy and without mercy.
The woman's mouth was opened and full of blood; evidently she had screamed for so long, her throat bleed and she drowned with her own blood.
The jounin had to brace himself just not to throw up.
He cleared his throat and nodded approvingly.
He gave one last glace at the body and sighed, "You passed.", before leaving to check others.
Nanashi bent down , taking the scratched headband from Maki, the woman who had hated him these past few years.
Watching the jounin leave he wrapped his belongings up.
Staying here would only mean death, either from the other students or one of the many shinobi who killed their own children or protégé.
Taking what he needed he set off towards a good area to get hired and to get the hell away from Kumo.
The sound of rain quickly beat down on the path, as footsteps splashed through the mud.
The boy ran, his bag swinging madly behind him.
As he crossed the border of Kiri, he stopped.
It wasn't that he was a genius, or a hard worker, no never that. If it wasn't for the scrolls left to him as a baby, he wouldn't be at the top of his class.
He turned the kunai in his hand.
Many nights he had wondered who left him the kunai, scrolls, and most off all, the scratched Konohana headband, but he'd decided that he didn't care.
He'd burned the scrolls after learning everything from them when he was six, only keeping the necklace which he never wore, the headband, and the kunai.
His parents evidently didn't want him, else they wouldn't have abandoned him.
But he couldn't help but wonder, if they didn't want him , why did they leave the stuff with him?
After a while, he'd decided that they'd left the stuff because they didn't want him to go crawling to them for help.
Even without the scrolls, he'd been at the top of his classes, intelligent, cruel, and calculating. The fact that he'd gotten the beast he held within him to help was a bonus, but he'd never accept the help of the man who sired him, nor the help of the woman who'd given birth to him.
He was a weapon, a tool, a shinobi.
He'd make his own way.
Nanashi had often thought of going to Konoha, but what would be for him there?
He was a ruthless killer, he would kill his friends if he wanted to, not that he had any.
The kids in his class were just as bad as him.
Besides, Kiri would gladly hire him. They often took in missing-nins, though they preferred children, because they were easier to train into killers, not that Nanashi wasn't already one.
He gazed at the lush forest with empty eyes.
It had recently rained, so everything was wet with dew.
Nanashi touched a leaf and swiftly crushed it under his strong yet slender fingers.
He smiled, then turned and left the forest.
'I have to get away' thought Inari as he ran from some bullies.
"Hey, come back here you coward!" shout what seemed to be the leader of the group.
He was about to run behind a tree when a crashed into a boy.
"Wha-," asked Inari.
He looked at the boy. 'I don't think he's in the gang, maybe he can help me' thought Inari happily.
"Sir, please can you help me!" asked Inari, as he swiftly fell to the floor and bowed.
"Onegai, I beg you!" Nanashi gazed cold and hard at the boy.
He kneeled down and whispered into Inari's ear. "So weak you can't even take care of yourself", before standing up and nodding "I'll do it."
Nanashi left Inari shocked, tears threatening to fall down his face.
Inari bent down, and began to bawl, trying to block out the screams of the other boys.
Time slowed down for Inari, so that it seemed to be hours, while it had only been a few minutes.
'He, he's right, I am weak. Demo, I'm going to prove him wrong,' thought Inari, wiping his with his sleeve. 'I won't be weak any longer.'
He looked up into the sky. 'I won't be weak any longer, for you otou-san.'
Inari came out from behind the tree, and turned to look at the boy.
He ignored the bodies of the bullies as best he could and asked, "Do you need at place to stay? I'm Inari, what's your name?"
Nanashi gave him a cold and hard calculating look. "Fine. I'm Nanashi."
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