Sorry it took so long but I finally finished chapter two!

Its not as long or all that interesting but it is necessary...

Like I mentioned in the last chapter, only a portion of the chapter is the same as the last version, after that, I've had to rewrite the whole thing... Now, I haven't had much sleep but I was so determined to finish this and I tried my best to make this understandable and good... Not sure why but my English has been severely hurt by all my Spanish, so please forgive me if something doesn't make sense...

Without further ado, here's chapter two...

"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."
-Edmund Burke

I don't own anything, sadly enough...


Zetsu smirked as he walked through the hall with a silent Naruto in his hands. Currently, he was disguised as the man Minato had killed. All he needed to do was report in, give his boss the baby and he'd take a dead man's pay along with his own.

Life as a conman was good.

He appeared in front of double doors and knocked. He waited for a few seconds but an answer never came. He knocked again but still no one answered. He scoffed as he pushed the doors open and saw a giant room with a desk on the opposite side of the room with a chair with its back to the door. Zetsu walked up to the desk and placed Naruto on top of the table. He grabbed the chair and turned it with enough strength to make it face him. The man sitting in the chair gasped and let out a surprised yelp as he woke from a nap. He blinked when he stared at the man in front of him.

He wore a black jumpsuit with a mask concealing the bottom half of his face. His brown hair looked ruffled and unkempt as his tired green eyes stared at him. His brown Iwagakure flak jacket was placed over his black jumpsuit.

The man in the chair glared at the man in front of him.

"What do you want, Haru?" The man asked angrily. Haru just stared at the man. His facial features included a triangular beard and a mustache with angular corners. He had a big red nose and thick rectangular-shaped eyebrows. The top of his head was completely bald, although, he had some white hair at the back and sides of his head, the back of which was tied with a yellow ribbon into a topknot.

"My apologize Lord Tsuchikage but I have brought your package." Ōnoki blinked and looked down on his desk to see a small child wrapped in a white, ragged blanket. Ōnoki noticed that on the side of the blanket was a word. He turned his head slightly and saw the word 'Naruto' stitched on it.

"This is the Yondaime Hokage's son?" Ōnoki asked and Haru nodded his head.

"Yes sir." Ōnoki stared at Naruto before he pulled out a suitcase.

"Here, this is what you wanted, right?" Ōnoki asked as he tossed the suitcase at Haru. He caught it and opened it in a single motion. He looked inside and after a moment of silence, he nodded his head.

"If you need anything else..." Haru saw Ōnoki shake his head. "Very well. I shall go give the Akatsuki their pay." Ōnoki seemed to be in his own little world with Naruto so Haru just left without another word. Haru stepped out of his office and as soon as he did, he sunk into the floor and disappeared.

"Finally," He started as he held Naruto up in the air with a twisted smile. "I have the means of repaying your father back for all the shit he's put me through." He said as he saw Naruto open his blue eyes.

[*.*.*.*]

Old man Tsuchikage had been so excited about his new weapon that he had almost forgotten to tell his advisors all about his plans. He had sent messages to both of the advisors to meet him in his office at dawn. The messages had been delivered three hours ago and dawn was only ten minutes away. Ōnoki's anxiousness grew and grew as the seconds passed ever so slowly. His ancient hands clenched and relaxed every so often, trying to release the pent up tension bottling in the pit of his stomach until finally, the doors to his office opened with a dull and droned protest.

The first to walk in was the eldest of his advisor, Satoshi Kururugi. He had more hair than Ōnoki, pulled back into a pony tail that reached down to the base of his neck, touching the tip of his teal Kimono. He used the help of a sturdy metal cane to walk around, or so it seemed; Ōnoki knew the truth. The man was still as dangerous as when he was in the prime of his youth, age did nothing to lessen the geezer's lethal capabilities.

Before Satoshi could close the door, his eyes locked onto the bundle on his Kage's desk. Without missing a beat, the elder advisor closed the door behind him as quietly as he could and stared at Ōnoki.

"You must be joking," he asked exasperatedly. When Ōnoki was about to answer, Satoshi raised his hand to stop him and kept it up as he moved to sit in front of Ōnoki's desk. "Let us wait for Daichi first; I don't want to hear the same explanation twice."

The two sat in silence for all of two minutes before the door opened and in came the second and final advisor. The first thing to be seen of the advisor was his salt-and-pepper beard and hair. His eyelids covered half of the man's brown eyes as he tried to rub the sleep out of his weary eyes. Daichi Suzuki was very well known in Iwa as the youngest advisor in the village at the age of forty-six. Normally, there was an unspoken age-limit to being an advisor but the man was so wise beyond his years that Ōnoki figured that he'd be wasting his talents by just sending him off to his probable death in missions.

"You're late, gaki," Satoshi said without turning to the aforementioned 'gaki'. Daichi just sucked his teeth and rubbed his sore neck.

"I made it before the sun came up, didn't I?" the youngest in the room responded wearily as he slammed the door behind him. Ōnoki's eyes sprang open and a second later, the cries of an infant was drilled into each man's ears. "What the-? A baby?" Daichi finally noticed the bundle on top of Ōnoki's desk and he raised his left eyebrow in confusion. The Tsuchikage called in someone to take care of Naruto and within minutes, a nurse came rushing in.

"I'll take him to the nursery now, Lord Tsuchikage," the nurse said.

"No need to travel so far. Just take him outside my office and make him stop crying," Ōnoki ordered and the nurse gulped but nodded in compliance. She walked out of the office and cooed and tried to soothe the crying Naruto. When silence finally came, Ōnoki glared at Daichi. The youngest advisor just raised his hands in defense, offering no kind of verbal defense.

"So Ōnoki," Satoshi began, trying to shift the attention of the purpose of the meeting. "The baby?"

"Ah yes, I suppose you two would like to know why I had an infant in my office," he started, gauging the reaction of his advisors. Satoshi remained patient as he stared passively at him. Daichi, however, seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep. All it took was the frustrated growl of his Kage to wake up the semi-conscious advisor. "You see, gentlemen, I have devised a plan to get back at the bane of our existence, The Fourth Hokage."

The Tsuchikage stood and began pacing his office, his eyes locking onto the window. "And that baby is our weapon."

"What? A baby?" Daichi asked incredulously. Satoshi had been thinking the same thing but restrained from saying anything; Ōnoki had peaked his interest. "What can that baby do that none of us can do now, aside from drowning him with his drool," he mocked. A smirk had slithered its way to Ōnoki's lips but because his back was to them, they couldn't see it. "Seriously, though, that baby could do no more harm to the Yellow Flash than a Chūnin. The only way I could see this baby doing anything to the man was if…" Daichi trailed off as a sudden memory flashed into his mind. Satoshi stared quizzically at his colleague.

"I see you finally understand," Ōnoki stated as he turned. Daichi stared at Ōnoki in disbelief.

"Even you couldn't pull it off," Daichi challenged but the old man only laughed at his disbelief.

"I didn't, but I had some help from a certain mercenary group."

"Akatsuki," Daichi spat, as if the name of the group itself stung his lips. Ōnoki said nothing as his wicked smirk widened. "I should've known those blond locks were too much of a coincidence."

Satoshi had no idea what the two had been blabbering on about but that final statement had helped bring him up to speed.

"But how? How did you know the Yellow Flash was having a child? How did you know when to strike?" Satoshi asked in awe. Ōnoki shook his head, amused by his advisors' reaction.

"The how's and the when's are irrelevant, my advisors; what you should be asking is the what," Ōnoki responded, confusing his advisors. "As in, what am I going to do with the bastard son of the Fourth Hokage."

"So what is your plan, oh-great Tsuchikage?" Daichi asked sarcastically.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked rhetorically, though he paused to let them think about it. "We demand the Yellow Flash to turn himself in, less he want the death of his first and only child on his head."

His advisors stared at the Tsuchikage for a few moments before Daichi began laughing. At first, he tried to subdue the laughter but it was too much for him to handle and he had to use all of his self-control just to stay seated and not sprawled on the floor. A vein bulged on top of the Tsuchikage's head, his anger rising by the second.

"What's so funny?"

"Your plan!" Daichi answered, wiping stray tears from his eyes. Before the Tsuchikage could turn the laughing man to dust, he was stopped by Satoshi, who stood.

"What my colleague is trying to say is that there are better, less dangerous alternative plans that can be implemented," the eldest advisor said in Daichi's defense. Finally, the laughter had died down and Daichi nodded in agreement.

"Such as?" the Tsuchikage asked in irritation.

"How about returning the brat before the Yellow Demon realizes that he's here and kills us all?" Daichi said but Ōnoki waved that off.

"Not an option; next!"

"While I normally don't agree with the gaki, I suggest we heed his advice," Satoshi ignored the glare coming from Daichi.

"And why should we?" Ōnoki asked, angered by the fact that his two advisors would think twice about getting back at the Yellow Flash.

"If we tell the deadliest man in the world to give himself up for his own kid, there's no doubt in my mind that he would do just that," Daichi explained, but Ōnoki still couldn't see the problem, causing him to sigh in frustration. "You want to personally piss off the man who single-handedly wiped out an entire battalion in the last war in the blink of an eye? And you want him to come into our village on top of that?"

"Obviously we won't just take him into our village. We make him give up all his weapon and-"

"The man is a killing machine without any weapons! Hell, he took on the Jinchūriki for the Eight-Tails and the Raikage, at the same time! He left the fight without so much as a scratch or a sweat," Daichi leaned his back against the chair and glared at his stubborn, old Kage. "We could tie him up with chains, lock him in a cage and dump his body off the highest mountain in all the five lands, and I can guarantee that he'll escape and tear Iwa a new asshole."

Ōnoki scoffed. "Anonymously returning his child to him is our best chance of reducing the casualties on our behalf," Satoshi added. The elder could see the frustration spark in his Kage's eyes, the same frustration that was always there whenever the Fourth Hokage's name was brought up in a conversation. And then, the frustration was gone, as if it was never there. Instead, his eyes shined to life with determination and mischief.

"So it's either return the child and keep the casualties at a minimum, or risk the safety of the village by threatening the Yellow Flash?"

"There's an approximate five percent chance of your plan succeeding," Daichi stated.

Ōnoki said nothing as he turned his back to the rising sun. He just stared into the distance before noticing a crowd walking into his tower. A sly smirk stretched his wrinkled face and he faced his two advisors.

"Then he will become one of us," the Kage said vaguely as he headed for the exit. Daichi and Satoshi blinked at his retreating form before following after him.

"Dammit, old man, what do you have planned?" Daichi growled in frustration. He finally caught up to the Tsuchikage and Satoshi. He walked in step to his colleague and nodded his head to the nurse following behind Ōnoki as well. They remained silent as they just followed their Kage. Finally, they stopped in front of the conference room. Bursting through the doors, Ōnoki was greeted by the sight of all of his Jōnins talking to one another; at least until he entered the room. All side conversations ended there and they all bowed to their Kage.

"Good morning, Lord Tsuchikage," they said in unison. Ōnoki moved to take his place on the desk while Daichi and Satoshi took their places on each side of him, followed by the nurse who held a sleeping Naruto.

"I know most, if not all, of you are wondering why I would call a meeting so early in the morning," Daichi sucked his teeth at Ōnoki's introduction. "You see, your great leader has finally found the means of getting retribution from the accursed Yellow Flash!" At this, the whole room erupted into a mixed reaction of disbelief and amazement. The nurse noticed that the sudden uproar was beginning to upset the infant in her arms, if the scrunching of his face was any indication. She motioned for the Tsuchikage to silence the crowd, less he want one more mouth contributing to the noise.

"Silence!" the Tsuchikage demanded and no other sound was made by his men. Naruto, however, was not as understanding. He cried loudly, upset by the even louder yell of the Tsuchikage. The nurse gave him a look of annoyance and Ōnoki just waved it off. Hushed whispers could be heard in the room, mostly pertaining to the crying baby in the room. "Now then, as I was saying. Our means of vengeance comes to us in the form of this child right here. For his lineage is not just special, but important," a wicked gleam lit up the Kage's eyes and the Jōnin could feel a chill crawl up their spines. Ōnoki snatched Naruto from the nurse's hands and held him up. "My minions, let me introduce you to our savior. Naruto Namik-ack!"

Two Jōnin were able to react fast enough to catch their falling Kage and the baby that had slipped through his hands. The Jōnin that had caught Naruto stared at him. His black eyes widened in recognition and he looked up at his Kage. After subduing the pain in his lower back, he chuckled. "Looks like my son has caught on. Yes, our savior is our worst nemesis's own son."

Once again, the room was filled with mixed reactions coming from his Jōnin.

"What is this nonsense?!"

"Kill the brat!"

"Brilliant!"

"Let's kill him and avenge our people!"

More suggestion and comments were thrown at the Tsuchikage by his Jōnin until finally, the old man had had enough.

"SILENCE!" Before the last syllable could be said, all the Jōnin ended their comments and the room was silent once again. At some point, the nurse must've left the room with Naruto because his crying could not be heard. "While I do appreciate the enthusiasm, I have already thought of a plan, and that is to turn the Yellow Flash's own child against him," at this, his Jōnin murmured to each other, confused as to what to think about it. "He will be the greatest Shinobi Iwa will ever produce and he will take us right to the top, right where we belong!"

He could see that more and more of his Jōnin were beginning to side with him, he just needed to keep pushing. "Think about it, the Yellow Flash will not think twice about killing any of us if we oppose him. But would he really take down his own son if it is he who challenges him?" He could feel adrenaline shoot through his bloodstreams as he saw the looks of his men. "With the right training and motivation, we will turn him into Iwa's greatest weapon and Konoha's worst enemy."

"But what if the boy decides to turn on us? What if he becomes our downfall?" a random Jōnin asked and Ōnoki laughed.

"You have nothing to worry about, I will make sure that the boy learns to hate Konoha and especially his father," though it was vague, majority of the Jōnin seemed satisfied by his answer.

"Now that that's out of the way, we must address the tedious parts. For one, I'm classifying young Naruto's lineage as a S-rank secret. No one outside of this room can know of his heritage, for it the next generation knew of it, they would shun him and thus, be counterproductive. From this day on, he is to be known as Sobōtsuchi, honorable grandson of the Third Tsuchikage."

He paused to let all of it sink in before he continued.

"Another thing that shall be labeled an S-rank secret is that he is also the container of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Another factor that can turn the next generation against him. But rest assured, he will receive the proper training to control the beast within him. Han, Roshi," at the call of their name, a man covered in metallic armor and an older man with red facial hair stepped up to their Kage and bowed. "You two will be responsible for his Jinchūriki training. I want you two coming up with a training schedule for him immediately after this meeting," the two nodded before blending into the crowd once more.

"Kitsuchi," Ōnoki watched as his son obediently walked up to him and waited patiently for his orders. "You will be responsible for his general training, such as taijutsu, physical training, and the basic three ninjutsu."

Kitsuchi nodded "He shall be trained alongside my daughter," and without another word, he backed into the crowd as Ōnoki turned to his youngest advisor.

"Daichi, you shall teach him tactics, Iwagakure's history, general education and anything else that falls into that category," with a sigh, Daichi nodded. "And finally, Satoshi, you will make sure he learns the proper etiquettes and manners."

"It shall be done, Lord Tsuchikage."

"Let's make history, people," Ōnoki said, a devilish grin stretching his face.

[*.*.*.*]

The Village Hidden in the Leaf was currently mourning the loss of their fallen heroes and comrades. Even the sky cried to their loss, for its tears fell upon all who inhabited the village. All of the residents of this grieving village were located at the funeral service of their lost friends and family.

All but two souls…

"You hit like a girl!"

"You fight like one!"

"Correction: I am one!"

In a secluded place, far away from the village, a Shinobi and a Kunoichi were sparring, trading punches and kicks, blocking and reversing moves. Since before the rain and even the night, the two had been at it with only a handful of breaks.

Faster than the Shinobi could react, the Kunoichi twisted her curvaceous body through his defenses and drove a vicious fist into his face. The Shinobi was thrown aback by the blow, biting back a groan as he pushed through the pain and grabbed her arm. With a twist and a turn, the Kunoichi sent the Shinobi to the ground with an armbar just before he could. Unfortunately for her, he had prepared for that and locked his hands together, preventing her from pulling on his right arm. Undeterred, the female moved her right leg under his locked hands and arms and moved her left leg under his head. Finding an opening, he moved up and was now over her, ready to strike down on her. She quickly pushed his right arm under him and pushed down on his shoulders with her right leg and locking him down with her left leg.

The Shinobi could feel her constrict the blood circulation in his head. Not wanting to pass out, the Shinobi used his infamous strength to lift her off her back and slam her back to the ground. Her grip loosened for a second but it was enough for him to slip through her hold and jump back. She sprang to her feet in a single motion and panted, joined by her male counterpart. At this point, neither of them could tell if it was the rain or tears streaming down their cheeks.

The Kunoichi moved a stray red hair from her face and placed it behind her ear. The Shinobi just pushed his blond locks out of his eyes.

"Break?" the blond offered, causing the redhead to smile mockingly.

"Tired?" he shook his head.

"Just don't want to end up in the hospital like last time," he said and the redhead nodded. They walked up to each other and shared a chaste kiss before going to a pair of water bottles sitting near a basket under the shelter of a tree. The two drank until they were content, the blond ending it before the redhead.

"Hey, Kushina," the blond called out, though she was still chugging down the water so she gave him a sideways glance. "You know I love you, right?" he saw her roll her eyes and he reached out to her. "I'm serious."

"I know you are, Minato," she replied after finishing her water. She held his hand, though when she reached for it, it seemed a bit too hesitant for Minato's taste. And yet, he pushed his displeasure aside when he saw her eyes soften. "And I know you do. Just as you know that I love you. Nothing will ever change that."

Though she looked okay, he knew better. She was dying inside, and there was little he could do for her. And it wasn't like she was the only one; he almost didn't get out of bed in the morning. The sadness and grief in his heart almost seemed to have manifested into physical weight that made him feel a thousand times heavier. And his thoughts plagued him with different questions of the same topic. He just couldn't fathom why someone would go out of their way to kill someone, especially one so young. It wasn't fair; it seemed too cruel to have his only son taken from him in such a short amount of time.

Kushina frowned at the look in Minato's eyes and felt her temper flare. "Again!" she declared angrily as she tossed the empty bottle to the side and brought her husband out of his thoughts. He felt his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach at her reaction. However, he wasn't mad at her; he didn't even blame her for reacting this way.

"Come on! We're wasting time!" he decided against

He just wished she could grieve in a less physically-harming way like cuddling in their bed…

"You call that a punch?" She mocked before sending her right fist into Minato's stomach, making him bow forward. He grit his teeth and sent decent amount of chakra from his right palm to her torso, making her fly back into a far away bush. He gently rubbed his stomach before going after her.

Or at least maybe make bowl after bowl of her delicious ramen.

If only…


So that's it... Honestly, its pretty exhausting to come up with fight scenes sometimes... Hell, the last portion with Kushina and Minato almost didn't make the cut but after some consideration and consultation, I figured it'd be a good for the story development if I did...

Next chapter will pertain to a few time skips of Naruto/Sobōtsuchi and his progress... This time, however, I won't write just about his training... I'll focus more on his relationship with Kurotsuchi, Han, Roshi, the OC Daichi and with others his age... After all, I am supposed to show how different his life is in Iwa as opposed to how it was in canon... At least, i think that was one of the conditions anyway...

By the way, -tsuchi means Earth and Sobō- means wild, violent and/or hard... So basically, his name now means Wild/violent/hard Earth... I think it's good siince Kurotsuchi means Black Earth, Akatsuchi means Red Earth and her father's name means Yellow Earth... Well, it seems good enough for now, but if you think you have a better name for him, I'm open to some suggestions...

I think that's it, so please review, it lets me know if i'm doing a good job or not...

Till next time!

Next Chapter: The Rise of Iwa's Stolen Hero...