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----------------------------------------------------The Dark Hello-------------------------------------

Panting, dripping sweat, Naruto looks upon the carnage he wrought. Never before had he seen so much blood and gore. The sight is truly unnatural. And he has no hard feelings, for some reason.

He knows he's justified, for they had tried to kill him, but there is some malevolence to it all. Like they were culled. Maybe he's crazy. Or maybe he's just led a shitty life.

'Nonsense, childe. You had your reasons. This is my gift to you. No worthier a being have I come upon to be my puppet, my messenger. Thusly, I shall allow you some free reign.'

"Who is this? Why are you condoning me for this…slaughter?"

'I don't. I wish it. For your means are mine, and mine are yours.'

"Why do you inhabit my body?"

'You are a worthy host. Jackie is a truly bountiful harbinger for my will. He is the only vessel who did me any favors, any true service.

The others just plodded away their time upon useless plots and vendettas, whereas he decided a new course. He wastes no time upon pitiful social grievances, and heads to the festering wounds in all places, then puts my abilities to the test in new ways.

He is truly my puppet. His eyes see a straight path, with all he ever desires upon it, and turns his back. He sees a twisting and changing road, with unknown fears and dangers, and goes forth to conquer it to his own ends.

My disciple takes my destructive powers, and uses them to benefit all around him as the beings who fight for 'good' attempt to destroy it. He does not bow to my will. He is my will.

By being the evil beast that all fear, he helps those that need. A being of the dark, fighting for the light. An odd choice. And the only one who has made it. He, who serves me and sates my thirst, yet aids those plagued by these… crusaders of light.

Bah. The only holy thing about those beasts is their armor, which they wrested from their elders. A dark messenger sends new disciples to my side, all while being the thing they fear.

When the time came for him to leave his world, he struck the thread of life from the Fates' grasping talons and took he made his own destiny. As he came to death's door, he decides to pass on my legacy, to one able to carry my aims to the end. I accepted his offer, if only as a favor for his loyalty to me. And here I am, your new master.'

"Alright, but answer me. I want to know who you are and why you are in love with Jackie."

Naruto is getting a little perturbed by the latest inhabitant in his body. And why didn't Jackie mention that this "sentient bloodline" was really, really powerful? Just look at what happened! The carnage is something Orochimaru couldn't pull off, and he's insane.

'I am The Darkness, your puppetmaster. I favor my host, Jackie Estacado, for he has done me great services. My power has never risen so greatly in over eons, and the ranks of my minions has bolstered tenfold over a course of months.

I thank you for your reverence at my presence. Most of my new hosts complain exorbitantly over an ancient evil dwelling inside their souls, fearing that I will be their ruin. You are second host to take my arrival with some dignity. Jackie, the first of course, though his time during my arrival was not one for rolling over and sobbing pathetically.

But you are the first to regard me with true honor within the first day. I must be casual, for you are but a boy who rose from a weak society. Such imbeciles. And they thought the little girl was a threat…Hmm…what will they think of my appearance? Though I must digress, Jackie has picked the most suitable dimension to step upon for this occasion. Such festering vice and cruelty. This shall be a year for all to strike from history's testament.'

Naruto might warm up to this odd demon, but the rasping voice needs some getting used to… not to mention the extreme bloodlust.

"So, what do we do now?"

'We sleep.'

"And the mess?"

'The minions will take care of it.'

Naruto observes as the dark creatures that aided him before as they creep towards the bodies and start to eat them.

"How about we just bury the bodies?"

'Too many questions will be asked. Best we get rid of the evidence this way.'

"Um, but what of the blood stains?"

'They will eat the floor, if necessary. These are beings previously created by cautious hosts. Nothing evades them. Not even a stain.'

"Alright…Guess I'd better start sawing logs before these guys totally nauseate me."

Naruto walks to his bed and flops over onto the mattress. This situation will need getting used to. Especially now that there's going to be some sort of rivalry between the two dark beings inhabiting his person. Thinking about this, Naruto falls into a deep slumber.

Just then Jackie Estacado makes his entrance. He quietly observes the carnage and makes his way to the moonlit window and sits in the chair near it. The Darklings and Creepers pay him little heed as they "clean up".

"Ah, to be free…Now how will Naruto keep his life in check now that the most powerful dark force rests in his soul? I should have waited, at least until I knew his whole situation."

"It's not like you gave him a choice. He's a hopeless sympathetic, and has a history of overdoing things. How did you suppose it would turn out, eh, Jackie?"

Jackie jumps. The Darkness is in Uzumaki Naruto, yet he still hears its voice? What the hell?

"How can you speak to me?"

"It is simple. I decided to just stay here. I am The Unseen, his lesser essence. I am, in all technicalities, his brother. This is cliché and unexpected, but hell it's real. I'm not famous for the fact that I have the tact of a drunken whore and the stomach for more sneaky things. I am the palpable essence of thievery and the inspiration of dishonor.

That said, I am called informally Ryuk, scion of mischief. The "true" Ryuk is some apple lusting trickster with the compassion of a drug-addict going without a high.

I hope our relationship blossoms, despite my obvious flaws. Like my random statements."

"Funny. The Darkness never mentioned a brother."

"Ah, he likes to maintain his dignity. You can't be seen as the ultimate warlord if you have a plucky baby brother who calls you by your pet name?"

"He has a pet name?"

"Yeah, and ironically, it's also his real name. Our real names hold full importance when we are immortal beings. Look what happened to Ra.

His misfortune was sealed when Isis abused its use so that her husband could return to life, and then some djinn caught her and fucked her until she spilled the beans. Now the "Great Sun God of Egypt" is a depressed hedgehog who can't die and can't say a word. The upside is that he can write just fine. Now he spends his time mailing chain letters all over the world. That explains one of various strange things that happen in life. Now if I can just find out why the really sexy women are somewhat crazy."

"You are The Darkness's brother, so what can you do, exactly?"

"Lessee… With me in your body, you shall be able to climb on walls and ceilings, as long as you can remain unseen, which is a 'no, duh' thing if you notice my name.

You can also jump fantastically high, and fall great distances without any real damage. You shall be able to dodge anything. And I mean anything. You shall have an extensive memory that shall never fade, and you can imitate and learn particularly fast. You shall be able to see in the dark. You can form the shadows into palpable objects that you can manipulate. The darker the shadow, the more solid the object. Oh, and with me you have a knack for ventriloquism and vocal imitation."

"How will those last two come in handy?"

"You have no idea."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Oh, and I can exit your body at will. Your abilities will linger for about half a day, then they will begin to lessen until they are gone by next sunup."

"Exit my body at—How are you related to The Darkness if you aren't bound by a host?"

"Simple, really. I am bound to you. Very strictly I might add. If I don't return to my chosen host, I start to go insane. No joke. Then my body begins to fall apart. Then I start feeling exaggerated amounts of pain. Then I die after about three centuries."

"How do you know this? If you die, you die."

"Wrong. Remember when you "died"? You were held in my brother's subconscious. This is how I will go if I abandon you. But I can't escape my host. After about four weeks in the realm of the dead, I shall be pulled into my host's body, whether he's dead or alive.

I shall stay there until robs from that person, usually his resting place. Then I am forced to inhabit in that guy's body until he is killed by my brother, or I pull the same stunt. As you see, it's extremely taxing for me. This occurrence had been repeated about five thousand and seventy-three times. My life sucks this way."

"Huh, that's really quite sad."

"You bet your ass it is."

"So how is it that you're his brother?"

"Call it this way: big brother is the perfect evil, while I'm the stunted freak who 'happened' after the 'parents' tried making him again. He's the ultimate song of darkness, while I'm just a few of the notes.

Chew on this one as well: I've had some problems lately. Mainly keeping a certain slut off my ass. I know that I'm not pretty, and that I'm probably the weakest champion of the Dark Side, but I have serious issues with girls when I step out of my host's body.

That's why I've been named The Unseen, and not The Thieving Soul. I've been keeping unseen for my whole existence. None have seen me and have found me again. My life is a constant battle, while my brother's is only a river that ebbs and flows. Only in my most feeble hours, only when I am struck down and faced with true death, do I fully make my existence known.

I am mortal, unlike my brother. I am only living so long for I have to be kept to my bonds. Breach of contract is not an option. "True death" is when I am threatened by a likely demise, when all hope is lost.

When that happens, I get ugly. I mean REALLY UGLY. I dwarf even my brother in those final hours. No foe has seen that state and lived. That is, if there is a foe facing me. I am almost totally different when I go there. My form's name can only be heard on the lips of the wind, and that's by only those with clear ears and solemn eyes. You have a soul wrought of fire, so when you hear it, it'll sound like Death

But, when I'm not, which is very often, I'm random, goofy, and with a case of sticky fingers. See, that's how I am. Now you know who's there and why he is."

With that, Jackie is truly astonished. How can there be these two, of the same bond but of different minds, of similar destinies, yet with unlike lives? One's a murdering force of nature, while the other is a tragic enigma? They are of the same force, but they are clear opposites? Some serious thought must be put into this, not to mention informing Naruto of this development. But first, one must sleep.

"Not yet. Please, do me the favor of thieving for me. I need to stretch my legs and feel what it is to live again."

"And just how do I do that?"

"Steal for me."

"WHAT?! But I just got here! I'll be a suspect!"

The sudden outburst causes the dark minions to jump, which, as one can imagine, is a rare sight. When Jackie raises a gentle palm, they settle down quickly and continue devouring the evidence.

"Not quite likely. Only about four beings have seen you: Naruto, me, my big brother, and that crazy bitch that nearly poked me with that Light-enhanced needle. Now let's get this show on the road before sunup."

"Alright, if you're sure. So what do we do first?"

"We start by getting you to start practicing sneaking and pick-pocketing. The streets are the spot for this."

Jackie gets started on his odd mission as Naruto sleeps. He creeps out the window, and steals out into the night. And he falls the long, long, long way to the ground below. Be lands with barely a light thump.

"Hmm, seem that you know how to avoid falling flat on your face. Looks like you have some experience."

"Having to jump outta a few burning buildings does that to ya."

"Now, let's find our first pigeon."

Estacado a-spies a streetwalker, snoozing while standing up. In her lightly clenched fist is a large wad of cash.

"How about this one?"

"Okaaaayyy--no. The girl's been on the street for a few years, so she probably is a light sleeper. I thought you were a mob man. Don't you deal with shit like this?"

"No, I don't. I was a hitman, not a thug. I kill people, I don't steal from them."

"And now you are. Let's find another."

Jackie is more cautious in his selection this time. He looks at numerous potential targets before settling on a drunken old man. He doesn't seem too much like a threat.

"And this one?"

"Perfect… Go for the wallet, if he still has one. Novice thieves like to go after easy targets like this one. Be sure not to take too much so the owner will miss it."

"Okay, here I go…"

The nervous pickpocket steals behind the geezer and slips his hand into the inner coat pocket. Score! Jackie retrieves a money pouch with several pieces of metal money, several of which are golden tabs.

"Those are called ryo. Take only about three of the ten. Obviously this vagrant comes from money. Then take two of the bronze pieces, known as yen."

"/Whispers\ Alright."

"Now here's the hard part: put the pouch back."

"/Whispers harshly\ What?! That's crazy/Settles down\ But I understand."

The old man notices zip when Jackie slips the pouch back in. However, someone else does. Jackie walks away, trying to keep suspicion off his back.

"Nice… Too bad it's close to sunup, or I'd suggest another few rounds. Now, for a bit of lifting."

"I'm familiar with the term. So what do we do?"

"Get over to a nice, dark area and take a look around. When you see a good candidate, I'll decide if it is."

The greenhorn burglar strolls lazily down the street, takes a turn, and mosys over to a closed dango shop. The windows are small and look fairly fragile. The door looks a bit old. This would be easy if it weren't for the humongous metal grill barring entry.

"This is a good one."

"Um, problem. It's locked and I'm not Hercules. I can't bust through that."

"A good cat burglar can get in anywhere and not damage anything. Even a female politician's cunt.

Here's where you'll start picking up the trade of lockpicking. Make a nice, thin wire and good long hook."

"Problem: I'm not made of metal, I can't shit out tools, and there's no such place here with those things falling out."

"Ah, but that's why I said make one. And there's another reason why I said select a nice, dark area. You will now learn how to take shadows and make things from them. You are going to start with shaping a shadow with your hands."

Jackie puts his hand to the darkened ground, and attempts to pull something up. Strangely, the shadow pulls away as he finds purchase and starts to take it away.

"Not that much. I say the amount in your fist is enough. Rip away the excess, and start making your tools."

He does as Ryuk asks and ends up with two really strange-looking pieces of shadow. One is somewhat like a wire, yet it wiggles around a bit. The other seems to have the semblance of a hook, yet it seems to change its generic size.

"A decent first try! Most try to make these look too much like a professional lockpick, ending up with a screaming pair of Shadow Tines, which are extremely daunting to any flatfoot.

The failure the endured these previous hosts has spawned the story of the Mandrake root, which is supposed to scream if pulled from the ground, which usually knocks out the one who pulled it from its earthy home. This is why I take the reins these days when the new host needs a way in.

Fortunately, you're not stupid, so let's proceed… Put the tools in the lock, and start poking up with the hook piece. Then when you've gotten the first tumbler loose, push the wire up perpendicular to secure its staying that way. Repeat until you've unlocked that piece. And for God's sake, don't mess up."

"Hmm. This should be interesting…"

/Places the hook in\

"Good…"

/Pushes up and undoes the first tumbler\

"Success!"

/Places wire in horizontal and pushes up.\

/Proceeds with the hook and taps the second tumbler a few times before finding purchase\

Jackie begins to sweat a little. This is sort of exhilarating. It's funny how something so small can affect something so big. Now here's something that he could pick up as a hobby… Hmm… Picking locks for varied occasions. Heh.

"Nice job. Now for those last two."

"Right."

Jackie finishes off the lock and twists. The lock, surprisingly, doesn't open.

"What the—"

"This device is ancient hardware… Twist a little further."

The excited rogue does so and a little "snick" sound is heard. Jackie pushes up and the grill yields. Success never was so sweet.

"Push it up only a little, we don't want our little venture to be noticed. Now get in there."

Jackie rolls under and inspects the door. Looks like it's deadbolted. Now how did the owners enter?

"Look around for a switch. It's probably above you, near the door jamb."

He does so and lo and behold, there is a small rod poking out of a uniform gap above the door. He slowly pushes it to the right and the door unlocks. The would-be thief peeks in and is nearly skewered by a number of small, pointy wooden sticks, he side-steps this and proceeds in looking around the rest of the joint.

"Man, where is the safe? I know people like this are a bit paranoid, but I don't see it anywhere…"

"Try the floorboards. Start with the ones in the back corner, behind that nice little stove."

Jackie takes a look there. Nothing. Then he knocks on the floor and gets a hollow sound. He pries up the wooden slats by some strange cracks and peeks in. There's the safe, covered with a grey blanket. Now this particular piece of hardware is an evil-looking device, state of the art, with no real weaknesses in the casing.

"Flip it over; it probably has the backbone of a tin can."

/Flips it\

"Uhm, Ryuk, this safe is pretty solid. How am I supposed to get this open in the grunt manner?"

"By shaping a shadow into a heavy mallet and tapping it a few times. Not too hard, we don't want unwanted attention."

Jackie takes a wad of shadow and molds it into a strange striking tool with a nasty back edge that looks like a log-poker. He begins thumping the container lightly, then he bashes it once. It caves, but it doesn't break.

"Use the pointy edge like an old-fashioned can opener. That way, we'll see this bugger open quickly."

Estacado rips at the weakened areas and soon has a few rips in the overall surface.

"Now take the mallet and shape it into a nice, large hook."

He does so with more care than his other tries and ends up with the exact shape he wanted.

"See? You've already got something. Now dull down the edge before you poke yourself."

/Rounds off the point\

/Pries away the slashed pieces\

Inside is a large collection of linen drawstring bags with many ryo and yen coins inside each. Both Jackie and Ryuk are jubilant.

"Yes! Success! I'm rich!"

"Hmm. Nice score, for a first time. Now take only one bag, we want the owners to let us raid them again. Make sure it's small."

"/Let Down\ Oh, all right. I suppose you're thinking ahead a lot, so I'll acquiesce." /Takes away a small bag with a few ryo and a miniscule sealed scroll\

"Let's lock up as we go. We want to avoid suspicion. Seal up the safe with some shadow first. Go for a flat, almost totally two-dimensional disk and stick it on the back. Wait two minutes, and then flip over the safe."

Jack does all this and replaces the floorboards, then sneaks out the door. He closes it and relocks it. He pushes down the grill until he hears a click and backs up. From there, he straightens up and walks away.

"So, how did I do?"

"A good first effort. I believe my best hosts were not of "the trade" when I came into them. You would have to be one of two of my best.

The other is Harlequin, who, as he was such a great guy, I gave half of myself away to him so he would continue to have my company and abilities as I myself continue onwards."

"/Thoughtfully\Hmm. That's quite a statement. I'm honored."

"As an added bonus, we can quit early… after we lose the bitch tailing us."

"/Nervously\ Eh, what? We're being tailed?"

"Yeah, she has been watching us since after your little maneuver with the old drunk. The woman was looking out from inside the little porno shop you were in front of at the time. She wasn't doing anything rash, so I let it slide.

We need to get rid of the broad before we can head over to Naruto's. My brother didn't work so hard to be sure to deflect the heat on his host for you to just bring some more on our heads."

"So what does the tracker look like?"

"She is sexy and horny. Has a real pretty face, but she smile is really scary.

Her bod' is smokin', her clothes speak of sexual desperation.

She wears a mesh shirt and a tight blue combat vest. Her black pants are short and tight, and mesh shorts.

The trivial accessories are clip-on nipple rings, Brazilian-cut lace thong, oh, and a ninja headband with a carved leaf symbol.

She also has her hair in a tight spike-tail and it's naturally purple.

Shown habits are pinching her nipples, licking her lips when she looks at your butt, and smiling that scary smile.

This all speaks of a girl who needs some love. That's the reason why she's not that much of a threat. However, you still need to ditch her."

"/Sarcastically\ Well, that was really helpful! How about you sex it up a bit? Could you add in her measurements for a bonus?"

/Seems to not take the hint\ "Her measurements on her bust are 30 DDD, her hips measure circa 33. Her waist is about 29 ½. Pretty balanced, by my guess. /Sarcastically\ That all you want to know, or do you want to know how old she is? She's a bit younger, with no real evidence of aging. How about the depth of her—"

"Okay, okay… I get it. You don't like my being a little acerbic. Now how do you suppose we deal with this… problem?"

"Shunshin. It's a good opportunity to learn it. Just try to put your all into running fast and try to get in touch with you "inner force" and use it to power you speed. I tell ya, this particular Jutsu, or technique, comes in handy. Now do what I said."

"Right."

"Uh, how do I try to channel my 'inner force'?"

"I say try the standard Mana Mantra, which is good for beginners. Put your palms together and chant the following phrase: 'Mena Ah-Nah Ne-Veh Argo-Uus'. This will cause your Mana, or Chakra, to rise from the outer of your soul to your body, causing you to feel sort of charged. This is a different way to do it than most, but it gets the job done. Then run with your all."

"Alright. Some excitement!"

/Places palms together\

"Mena Ah-Nah Ne-Veh Argo-Uus, Mena Ah-Nah Ne-Veh Argo-Uus, Mena Ah-Nah Ne-Veh Argo-Uus, Mena Ah-Nah Ne-Veh Argo-Uus..."

As the mantra is repeated, the feeling of utter elation and energy fills his essence. Jackie realizes the feeling of his affinity with fire, palpable upon his very skin and at his very core.

"/Desperately\Now finish up by chanting once: LoTen Irsha Vel-Ahn Elvfrir SarBuuk. That should do the trick"

"LoTen Irsha Vel-Ahn Elvfrir!"

The rise of power is now immense. The deep blue chakra field is dark, yet highly noticeable and strong sense of awe and wonder permeates beyond his being. All asleep in the surrounding buildings sigh simultaneously. Even to one such being as The Unseen, who has lived countless eons, this is something spectacular.

"Woah! Kid! Try to tone it down! If I knew you were this powerful, I'd have given you a lesser mantra. I thought your mana pools had hardened, as most do when they don't put them through use, but I guess I hadn't counted on your bloodlines.

Now try to put a little damper on the field of power, before people have a chance to register the situation; we are supposed to be gettin' away. Not getting noticed is a priority here, so you'll have to calm down considerably.

Whisper the chant: Bor-Tay Elvfrir, Co-Sves Oc-Tir Oc-Tir LoTen, and the power will recede into your body. From there, we can esca—oh, shit, she's pretty much on top of you. Better utter the mantra and be ready to floor it!"

Jackie deftly and quickly evokes the chant, just as Anko steps up behind him.

"Bor-Tay Elvfrir, Co-Sves Oc-Tir Oc-Tir LoTen. /Turns around\ Goodbye… friend."

And with that Jackie Estacado makes a run for it. And Anko Miterashi gives chase.

Like cat and mouse they bob and weave out of alleys, Jackie leads and Anko follows. None but a trained S-rank jounin can track the pursuit as it speeds through the various streets and avenues. One minute they are there, the next: gone.

"Lose her. I know you have eyes for this chick, but you do have to rest sometime. The last thing I need in this day and time is a media circus or a rumor carnival. Please."

With such ease and elegance, he maneuvers in midair. He gives the woman a little smile, and disappears. And a little farewell rhyme lands on her ears.

"Be he adored or be he hated

Be he reluctant or be he baited

Once his heart the good woman sees

This man's love belongs to she."

This and the lingering sight of those shining blue eyes sets Miss Anko Miterashi on the quest to finding her light-fingered crush.

-------------------------------------------------------The Heady Thought----------------------------

Back at Naruto's apartment, Jackie wonders about his nighttime activities, while sitting in the same chair as before.

"What do I do with this money?"

"Use it, but in small amounts. I suggest stashing it for now. I suggest using a bit of shadow and making a little bag you can stick in this here chair's compartment."

/Thinks\ "Hmmm… Okay. Seems alright, for the moment. We'll have to move it somewhere else better soon, so we can keep the heat off my gracious host and ourselves."

Jackie forms the dark container, places his loot in it, and places it in the arm compartment of the reclining chair.

"Good night, Jackie."

"Good night Ryuk."

Jackie takes a good amount of the shadows and forms a large blanket, and settles down in the chair, just as dawn begins to break. Thief and familiar fall fast asleep as first faint rays of the sun hit the village.

And the new day comes.

-----------------------------------------------To Be Continued…..-----------------------------------

How was that? I believe I got some ground covered with this Fic. I set the tone again and we haven't even seen another day through.

A note on my methods these days: I don't skip. Important things happen in just a few hours. The timeline for each chapter is about eight hours, give or take. The most I'll skip over at the moment is two hours, if there are no really interesting things to observe, which is rare in this Fic. It's like 24, but without all that other stuff. That said, time is a key component in this story.

Unfortunately, time is a problem in real life too. My dad turned off the internet connection just as I got to the end notes, so I didn't get to fulfill my promise to one certain dude to get this up at midnight. As a consequence, I'm going to get an angry letter, probably. It might be a Q or an F. J might be another candidate for that mystery angry letter.

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