A/N: Hey guys, I hope you're enjoying the chapters now that the action has started. Anyway, to the story.
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Chapter 4 – Ouhou
He looked at the walls surrounding him, bleak, grey, concrete. Covered in posters of various muscular men in fighting poses. The buzz in the air coming into his ears like a bee and making him feel so ready for action, the smell of adrenaline filled his nostrils like suddenly inhaling underwater. Blood from well placed punches, Sweat from the effort each person gave and Tears from the defeats of those before him. This was heaven.
This was Korakuen Hall.
He approached his place at the centre of the hall, surrounded by bleachers on each wall and only free at the corners. In the centre of the hall was what all these people had gathered for. A large square platform with a heavy matted base and 4 colored ropes going around the entire circumference. A boxing ring.
The crowd cheered as he came into view along with his Seconds. Genji Kamogawa, a retired japanese pugilist with an amazing scientific method for boxing and Yagi Haruhiko, a devoted man with little boxing ability but a mind for all things administrative. Genji's short stature made it easy to underestimate him but his attitude was more than enough to distract from the tiny curl of hair hanging onto his forehead, the only hair on his head. Yagi's black hair bobbed around his ears as he followed him along the passage.
He was one of the 5 who would become the legends of Kamogawa; Itagaki, Aoki, Kimura, Takamura and Makunouchi. Prodigy, Frog, Dragon, Dynamite Fist and Roller. These men were the students of Kamogawa and some of the truest men in Boxing. Some of them may not be known as legends for their score records or their KO count but it doesn't matter to them. The only thing that separated them from anyone else was their determination; they refused to give in until they had done their absolute best, not stopping their battle until the last of their strength abandoned them like a whim. Some even had enough spirit to carry on through the stress with only instinct as a guide.
"Listen you old fart, WHY have you got me here. I haven't even had a bust-up with one of your morons yet" said Takamura to the balding old man
"I've told you before, it's called a spar and they are not morons; they are boxers with less experience fighting than you. Besides, I thought you'd like to have an excuse to punch the living crap out of somebody without the police on your back?" retorted Genji.
"Well yeah but how do I do that in here?!" yelled Takamura impatiently as his opponent glared at him.
"Don't you remember what I told you, there's 4 punches you should know. Hook, Uppercut, Straight and the one you'll be using. Jab"
"Oh yeah! So just give him a few of those and then smack him one"
"No… use your jabs then give him a straight."
Ding
Takamura barely had time to put in his gum-shield before the impact of the bell affected his opponent. He ran to the centre of the ring with his head deep in a guard causing his opponent to look at him oddly as Takamura was so close to him, no punch would really affect him.
'Street fighting techniques in boxing? This guy is crazy' thought Genji
'What the fuck is this joker doing?' was running through his opponents mind as he backed away. Then it hit him.
"That's it Mamoru! Show them what a protector uses their fists for!" yelled the coach.
Takamura's fist snapped back into position as the blood vessels on his opponent's cheek started to burst. Then it happened again, and again. Soon Takamura had completely knocked off the guy's rhythm…
Then the finisher was landed; the blow that gave Takamura his nickname. The Explosive Dynamite Fist.
If the mat had been less solid, his opponent would have hit the floor 5 feet below the ring. The ring itself was now dented, a small dip in the centre where the man had hit the matt from the force of the blow cracking several support pillars underneath. Post-match, it was found out that the opponent had suffered from a glass jaw which it seemed unlikely would heal properly and had broken his back in several places, he was now confined to a wheelchair.
From that day on, Takamura never used his full potential without his life being threatened. 25 seconds. That was all it took to ruin a man's life. A mediocre time in ninja battles which sometimes were over in milliseconds but in the boxing ring where some high level fights went on for nearing an hour, it was a feat beyond a normal human.
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Takamura leaned back on his seat as he finished his story. Naruto watching him with an evil eye that would make Neji weep. Of course, not many people could blame him. Stone walls all around him, iron bars in front of the small room they were seated in. They were sat inside the Konoha Police Station with a guard posted outside of their cell. They had been arrested but the charges were still to be announced to them so they were stuck waiting.
"Why are we even stuck in here Mamo?" muttered Naruto "I get knocked out and wake up in a bad place"
"I told ya kid, it's not your fault but I'll get us out of it, don't worry about that. An WHAT have I told you about calling me Mamo!"
At that moment, the current leader of the Police Force walked through the door, Fugaku Uchiha. This uniform a deep navy with an Uchiwa Fan on the back, the symbol of them being the power that keeps the Will Of Fire burning. His dark black hair and red eyes blazing. The Sharingan. The Sharingan was what gave the Uchiha their power, the Copy Wheel Eye. It did exactly that, it was used to copy an opponents techniques, such as Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, could put a Genjutsu on some people with just a glance and could dispel all but the best in a matter of seconds.
"Mamoru Takamura, Uzumaki Naruto." The red-eyed man began, "You are both found guilty of Murder One, Destruction Of Public Property and Using Jutsu Without Due Care And Attention. I understand that several members of the police force and the general public have called for destroying this month's supply of 'Girlies' to be added to the list. This shall not be added, as losing Girlies is not a bad thing. It might cause some of the less social members of society to get out some more. Back to business, you are looking at a long time in prison, 7 counts of Murder One, 5 counts of Destruction To Public Property and 7 counts of Using Jutsu Without Due Care And Attention. Quite a spree if you ask me, you're looking at 175 years just for the counts of Murder One. All together you're looking at nearly 250 years. A stupid amount but you'll be here for the rest of your days."
As soon as Fugaku said 175 years, Naruto started to cry. At 250 years, Takamura yelled about him only being a child but it fell on deaf ears.
"I understand your anger but the child is capable of using a highly destructive Fuinjutsu. It is not logical for a child to know that and still retain innocence. I'm sorry but the law must be done"
That was all it took and Fugaku walked away, leaving a wailing Naruto and Takamura to pick up the pieces.
Hours passed with Naruto never letting up the crying, always sobbing or sometimes full blown crying his little eyes out. That was, at least, until the Hokage entered the room outside of the cell.
"Hey Old Man!" cried Naruto as he choked back a sob. Sarutobi looked at the two with pity.
"Try to sleep Naruto, we'll wake you if anything happens" said Sarutobi as he cast a quick sleeping Genjutsu on Naruto. After this he set up several seals that he was aware of around the area, avoiding the guard. A Physical Barrier, Noise Barrier and a Visibility Barrier.
His eyes fluttered shut as he slumped in the chair he had been seated in.
"Now listen Takamura, I didn't want Naruto to hear this but the council have taken special interest in the fact that the 'demon' is in prison and looking at life imprisonment. They have had a majority vote, which means that I cant overturn it, that he cannot be paroled at any stage; he's literally going to rot in that cell. Before the worst happens, I want you to tell me what happened."
"Well, I sent the kid out as a kind of test to see what he's strengths and weaknesses are. Turns out he has a load of weaknesses that a ninja shouldn't have."
"What weaknesses? You know he wants to prove himself to someone"
"He's short for his age, his strength is extremely lacking and his speed leaves a lot to be desired. Don't worry about this; I can solve everything except the height problem. Anyway, he goes in and just as he's about to complete his objective, his strength failed him and he ended up unconscious."
"Then how did he manage to do so much damage? It takes a normal person about 10 minutes to recover from unconsciousness"
"That's what I was confused about. He just got up and did some weird drawing on the guy's head, the Uchiha called it Fuinjutsu. It ended up blowing half the street the pieces when he got into a fight with half a dozen civilians. He was just this different person but the same body. Like he was possessed."
Takamura had to duck to the side quickly as a staff made it way through the bars and into the space his head just occupied.
"Are you implying something Mamoru…" whispered Sarutobi in a dangerous voice.
"If you mean Kyuubi then no I'm not; I mean something not like Naruto or even Kyuubi. It kept calling itself Yuusha"
"Yuusha…. This isn't good. Yuusha is a very old way of referring to oneself as superior to the one they're talking to."
"Either way, Yuusha kicked some serious ass. Using that body the way it is, it managed to get 6 of those doodles on the villagers who attacked it and blew them all up with minimal injuries."
"Ok now listen Takamura, I can't do a thing about your situation but I wont push this case if you can somehow get out of it. Now I'm going to contact Lady Tsunade, she may know something about Naruto's situation. Hopefully we can find her before something bad happens to Naruto."
Sarutobi rose up from his seat but was called back by a chilly voice "Yuusha is glad you know Yuusha is not Kyuubi"
Naruto was now sitting up in his chair, eyes changed back to monochrome and his posture different. Sarutobi stared at him in awe.
"So you are Yuusha."
"And you are Old Man"
"No, my name is Souichirou Sarutobi. Naruto simply refers to me as an Old man"
"Very well Souichirou, how can Yuusha help you?"
Sarutobi was shocked at the level of politeness coming from Naruto's form as well as the innate rudeness his tone held.
"I wish to know what you are, how are you controlling Naruto's body?"
"Yuusha is Naruto, but Yuusha is different. Yuusha knows all that Naruto does not about himself"
"Great, but just what are you?"
"You will have to ask Naruto about that, Yuusha knows that Yuusha is alive, nothing more" 'Stupid creatures, Yuusha will raid the library later'
"Very well Yuusha, your appearance is secret for now but only because I don't want Naruto involved in this"
"Yuusha appreciates it nonetheless, Yuusha will be going back to sleep now." His monochrome eyes shut slowly and there resumed Naruto's regular sleeping patterns.
Sarutobi then left without a word after cancelling the various barriers he had set up and giving an excuse of interrogation to the Uchiha guard who had been eyeing the barrier with extremely scrutiny.
"I apologise for the barrier, we were discussing legal consul" Sarutobi muttered to guard "I trust it is within my rights to represent someone in a trial should I so choose?"
"Lord Hokage, as always you have impeccable knowledge of the law but it seems odd how you will choose to represent a child and an outsider over someone like Sakumo Hatake" said the guard
"I am saddened by what Sakumo did but we did not force him to that, that was his piers. I gave him the best defence I could without it being a blatant example of double standards"
"Very well Sir, the trial is to be held tomorrow at first sunrise. I hope I will not be a part of the jury." Said the guard cryptically
"I understand, you will be pardoned from jury duty," answered Sarutobi as he left the door
"Much appreciated Sir"
Takamura looked at the guard queerly before asking a question "Why are you so afraid of jury duty?"
"Umm… it's a rather ticklish predicament, basically, if you go against the council, you either bend to their will eventually or you are no longer able to make a choice." Muttered the guard with a slight quiver in his eye as if scared someone will hear him.
"So, the council still goes by the old rules of 'Do It Our Way Or Die', typical from politicians" groaned Takamura
The guard looked directly into Takamura's eyes and whispered, "Your concerns are valid but I will not allow anyone to bad mouth my village in front of me"
Takamura just lay back in his chair and closed his eyes, not wanting to argue with his jailer for longer than necessary to annoy.
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Tsunade,
Once again, I must write to you in hopes you can advise us further on how best to handle our furry little problem. He seems to have developed a rather extreme form of MPD in which his alternate persona is able to manifest a change in eye color and maintain a level of secrecy over the container. The AP also seems to have a knowledge of Fuinjutsu, I realise Jiraiya is the expert on those but I would like your advice on where this could have stemmed from. I hope this message finds you well and that you still have enough money left to pay the courier ninja for the return to this letter.
From MonkeySarutobi finished the letter by signing it with his seal and the red wax used on all documents from Konoha. He put the message in a cylinder and attached it to a carrier hawk. The hawk flew away with a gust of wind as Sarutobi lit his pipe back on his desk with a sigh.
"I'm getting too old for this shit"
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Naruto had woken up not 10 minutes ago and now Takamura was comforting him with a lethargic look on his face.
"But Mamoman, what if they put me in the bad place?"
'How long is the kid going to go on with these nicknames?' thought the guard outside the cell with a slight smile on his face.
"Then I'll protect you from all the fruitcakes who lurk in the showers" said Takamura trying to sleep
For some strange reason, Naruto took this as a sign to imagine a giant vampire fruitcake with arms and legs soaked through with water. This did nothing for his confidence and resulted in him assuming the foetal position.
"Oh for fu-AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII
A scream had echoed into the area, bouncing off the walls like a child given too much sugar. One scream turned into multiple screams and eventually it reached the room that they were in. The cell guard had been on high alert since he heard the first scream but was not going to leave his post. That was, until his head was severed from his neck. The blood splattered over Naruto resulting in a large amount of screaming from the small boy and a large amount of obscenities from Takamura.
The noise caused what had attacked the guard to stop and look. A teenager, about 16, with shoulder length black hair and extremely defined cheekbones. But the eyes told him everything Takamura needed to know. Sharingan eyes.
"Itachi Uchiha" muttered Takamura
"Mamoru Takamura" replied Itachi
Itachi studied him for a small while longer before walking over to the doors. Takamura sloppily got up into a fighting stance and got a surge of pride when he saw Naruto mimic it but even sloppier than Takamura did. Itachi ignored him and picked the key from the guard's corpse. He put the key in and opened the door.
"I trust this can pay for your silence Takamura?" asked Itachi
"Alright, no debts now"
"No debts, now, first left down that corridor" murmered Itachi as he pointed where he just came from "is the archive. The evidence for all cases is stored there. Yours is number 30469, go."
"Alright, Naruto. Wait in the lobby, anyone asks, you're waiting for the old man." Said Takamura as Itachi ran off killing another Uchiha who came down the corridor while Takamura sped towards the Archive. Naruto just sat outside the cell.
As Takamura approached the archive, he saw the smoke starting to come out of the door. Once he entered, he saw Sarutobi standing over a charred pile on the floor. A once-bloody arm and several reports from witnesses.
"I said I wouldn't push the case. I have the alibi in Itachi in that I was chasing him." Said Sarutobi as he spat on the remains and ground it into the floor "Don't worry about the legality of this, he's working on my orders."
"Did you organise homicide to get the kid out of prison?!"
"No, I simply killed off two birds with one stone. I have reason to believe that our favourite warmonger was going to be leading the Uchiha in a coup against the ANBU and Myself."
"So you had an ANBU Uchiha with skill exterminate the clan from the inside? Clever but possibly flawed."
"Don't worry, if ever the need arises, he will be your haven from the Fire Country."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I have a feeling that Naruto will not be welcome in the Fire Country within 2 decades at most. The people of this village distrust him too much. If anything happens, I want Naruto to know that he has a friend in Itachi, and a home."
"Fine, I'll make sure he knows."
"And before you go to him, you must know, his alter-ego is likely to become a lot more prominent, I advise you to help it to grow and keep an eye on it until its purpose is discovered. But it must have a name."
"A name?" Takamura stared at the old man with a mix of confusion, respect and understanding. A name meant permanence, a name meant Naruto would never be quite free of this thing.
A name gave an identity.
"Yes, all things sentient deserve a name. And his name is pretty obvious, for something that talks like it does with a seal knowledge, I could think of only one name."
"Yeah?" replied Takamaru with genuine interest "What?"
"Fuintatsujin"
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A/N: Sorry for the one-month Hiatus guys, I really lost my rhythm early in January. It took me until a week ago to regain it and this is the result. Better than I had originally planned and thanks to Lucifer-Allheart, my awesome Beta.