Chapter 3
A Jinchuuriki's Holocaust
By: RukodaimeHokage
Author's Note: Hello everyone. I am back with another chapter of A Jinchuuriki's Holocaust. I have seen this story has taken off quite a bit with over 200+ views, which is great, but out of those 200+ readers, only one reviews my work... I mean seriously, 200+ readers and one reviewer? You guys can do better than that. Please, review, and comment. The little effort of showing that you read it and had something constructive to say really helps me a lot! Amway's, onward to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden.
Danzo was an old man. An old man who had seen through the good and bad times, the highs and lows, and all in between in his long life. He has witnessed the rise and fall of mayors of his precious village, and like the old saying goes, one never stops learning until they lay on the deathbed, inhaling the last breath before the angels claim you. Danzo is the wisest man in the village, some may say, age came with knowledge and that was true. Danzo was critical in many key moments that have always steered the village in the right direction, once convincing the enemy to spare them whilst they rampage all along the continent, leaving the village unscathed. A legendary figure of Europe and since the Yondaime was MIA, the villagers unanimously named him Godaime of Konoha. Many villagers would follow him blindly like sheep to a slaughterhouse, when one, or the whole mass dies, nothing is questioned. In this case, when he chose Naruto Namikaze as the next person to be put to death, most agreed, while others were a little more doubtful why an 8 year old child was to be executed for no apparent reason.
Those faces, those emotionless masks terrified Naruto. They just..had no emotion in them at all. In such a grim moment like this, those masks..who watched him with passiveness only frightened him more. As if there was no hope left at all..that his death was a sure fact like the sun rising and setting…
His breath quickened, faster and faster, his little chest beating harder and harder, his heart sensing the fact that it was going to be still in a moment, and it was trying to pump a lifetime into these last moments. He started to tremble, feeling the sickening nausea coming on again. They had their hands out, slowly coming to take him forever. Sasuke roared at the towering figures, running at them with a drawn fist. Like flicking a bug off their shoulder, Sasuke went flying back to the arms of his brother Itachi, who still had a glazed, dreamy look in his onyx eyes. Naruto backed away slowly, clutching his father's kunai in front of him, the blade in a haphazard defensive position, when he was grabbed by the shoulders of one burly man from the crowd and pushed forward, Naruto now wept in the man's chest, begging the man to release him, protect him from these bad people. The man, disgusted because his shirt was stained, roughly tosssed Naruto onto the stage, where the collision knocked the wind out of his lungs. He laid there with a blank face, looking up at the sky that, just yesterday, he saw with a gleeful smile. But as of now, tears rolled down his face, struggling to let in the vital lungs into his lungs. With no resistance, the masked men put Naruto besides Danzo. They snatched the kunai from him, causing Naruto to shriek, almost in pain, when the only thing that provided him comfort was taken. He earned a slap to the face, a backhand, by Danzo. The stinging on his cheek burned..and with the momentum of the slap, he fell on the floor. Then Danzo cleared his throat.
"My friends, we must put this boy to death…why you may ask? Because this war is about him, it was caused by him and others like him. You have lost everything last night, your homes, your family, loved ones, friends, and our livelihood, to those hooded men. Who are these hooded men? The Akatsuki, a heroic group whose wish is to annihilate these kind of people. They call them Jinchuuriki." He said with a raspy, throaty voice.
A jinchuuriki? What was that? Who was that? What does it mean? Naruto, through the pain, strained to listen to Danzo's speech.
"They are human sacrifices. Once upon a time they were human, they made a contract with the devil himself in order to gain godlike powers, a demon! The very same demon that attacked us 8 years ago! Our Yondaime told us he vanquished it, eradicating the pestilence off the face of the earth. But he lied to us! Instead he made a human sacrifice, a Jinchuuriki into his own son! His own son! Under our noses for almost a decade! We will bring him to justice and send him back to the devil, to the fiery pits of eternal damnation! TO HELL!"
I am..a jinchuuriki? Naruto thought to himself. I..am the devil? I was the demon that attacked the village 8 years ago? My daddy lied to me? His vision slowly watered, and he sobbed softly to himself, not wanting to be hit again by that mean old man…
Lies… a unknown voice said. The voice sounded ancient, powerful, and sage-like.
Naruto in his sorrow, only took this as a sigh of the him being the devil, cried harder.
The crowd erupted in cheers and Naruto was grabbed roughly by the arms and moved to the front and center of the stage, his feet dragging. As he approached the bloody block, a man emerged from the crowd, with long silvery hair done in a ponytail, red kabuki robes and a large scroll tied to his back.
"Danzo! You cannot do this!" he shouted. Naruto's apparent savior looked angry.
"Yes I can! I am the Godaime! Whatever I say, whatever I utter, is law. My word is law, and that law is to benefit the people! Executing this demon will save us all from the impending war with the Akatsuki! We must, no we are impelled, to rid of this demon! For the sake of the village!" Danzo shot back.
" But a child Danzo? A CHILD? Nonetheless the son of the Yondaime! That is absurd!" the silver-haired man said, trying to not let his anger show. His hand kept twitching to his kunai pouch.
"The ends justify the means Jiraiya. One death to save hundreds is affordable!" Danzo screamed, the raspy voice preventing him from getting any louder.
" If you can recall, no one was to be executed unless the offender is tried by a jury in court! If memory serves, you were there when he wrote it! You signed it!" the silver-haired man yelled back, stomping his feet in frustration.
Naruto couldn't believe this. Someone was defending him! He wasn't going to die! He watched the verbal tennis match between the two men.
Danzo, by this time standing up from his seat, was about to shout out is counterargument when he sat down again slowly.
"That is indeed correct. Let the brat run free. The Akatsuki will deal with him when they arrive here, I have no interest in him anymore." Danzo whispered. He rose again with the aid of his cane, shuffled offstage with his henchmen in tow.
The men dropped Naruto to the ground and strode away. He couldn't believe what just happened. He was just dangling by a spiders thread over the jaws of death, when this red clad man saved him. Naruto scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain he had sustained and jumped off the stage and into the fast emptying sqaure. The man was nowhere in sight. Sasuke and Itachi were also gone also. All that remained was the various pieces of trash skittering across Mayor's square. As Naruto strode away, he spotted the kunai not far from the stage. Limping toward it, he scooped the weapon up and looked to the sun, which was setting into one of the streets that led to the center of the village. His parent's words relayed back to him. Be strong. Don't let anyone knock you down. Always get back up…we believe in you and we love you….Gripping the handle tightly and with a new resolve in his mind, he walked confidently down the street and into the sunset.
Author's Note: That's a wrap folks! If you already did, please leave a review for this story or any of the chapters, it really helps me out a lot guys! Chapter 4 will come soon! Just to let you know, this story will take place in Europe, in this world, just subtract weapons of mass-destruction and replace it with chakra and shinobi from the anime. Thanks for reading!