"Pain… make them feel pain! Make him! Feel! Pain! All of them! Let their blood flow- and drown them in it!" The voices continued to scream at the ROOT agent. He ignored them, and if it were not for his Foundation training them, he would have already gone insane. But he didn't, so he was perfectly sane.

He was sane as he chopped that family to bits. He was sane when he threw their bodies in the local well. He was sane when he made those necklaces out of their fingers. Completely and utterly sane. He began picking at his teeth under his Anbu mask that he had painted with the blood of his latest victim. He could feel the rotting corrosion around his teeth, and he didn't care… it felt good. So many voices around his head told him that if something felt good, he should go out and do it. Others just laughed insanely, and many others just called for more blood. He liked those the most.

For so long he trained to become the perfect killing machine and yet nothing happened- and he did nothing. He listened to that man. That cursed one-eyed man. That cursed crippled man. That crippled one-eyed man. That hated man… he hated him… but he had to listen to the hated man. Why? He didn't remember anymore. The voices and screams told him it didn't matter, and he didn't have to listen to the hated man. The cursed man. The one-eyed man. The crippled man. He could hear the voices… they let him do all the things that hid in his mind. He could do all the things that he had trained to do and more. The voices, beautiful voices, strong voices, wise voices, caring voices. They said he could do more… so much more… and all he needed to do was to show he was committed to proving himself that he was worthy of hearing them. The voices, sage voices, powerful voices, charming voices, loving voices. He had done so… he had proved it… he had spilled their blood, he had done unholy things with them and experienced things his senses never thought possible, he had left a message to those that find them that would drive many insane, and he had placed their excretions in the local water supply.

And now… he was being guided… he was following the voices. They led him to the training grounds. Pointless training, need to spill real blood, but the voices said to come here, and he would listen.


"AGGRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Naruto yelled out as he tried to punch Anko. But to his eternal, everlasting frustration, she just winked at him and sidestepped him.

"Nope." Anko mocked as she once again sidestepped the blond ninja in training, this time with a small poke to the head causing him to trip into the ground. At first, when Omegon asked her to train with the kid she thought he was joking, but that wasn't the case, and here she was, babysitting. "At least the kid has the energy to be entertaining."

"I'm goin' to get you for that," Naruto grumbled as he pulled his head out of the dirt. Naruto jumped up and with a kick aimed at Anko's head but was rebounded back into the ground by her hand.

"Nope." She chuckled as Naruto once again pulled himself out of the dirt. Anko chuckled at him once again trying, but then she felt… something. It caused her curse mark to ping in pain for the first time in years. She looked around eyeing for any sign of her former Sensei, but then the Curse mark did something that it had never done before… it sent her feelings of warning. It never did that. It sent pain and temptation but never warning. It felt strange, but it felt like the Curse Mark actually was scared. She had no idea how she knew that, but she just did.

"Something wrong?" Naruto asked as he had noticed her change in mood.

"Shh… someone is watching us." Anko whispered as she pulled out a kunai. She scanned the tree line then a second time and this time there was an Anbu standing in between two of the front trees. He was just staring… the kind that only people about to snap did. His mask was covered in blood with crude and strange symbols on them. It was actually painful to focus on them. He was wearing normal Anbu attire, but it was clear that it had been dirtied quite a bit but what freaked Anko out the most… was the string of human fingers wrapping around his neck.

The Anbu shambled out of the tree line. She could hear him murmuring to himself, incoherently and the words weren't in any language she knew. The fact her Curse Mark reacted to his presence made her think that this was one of her former Sensei's test subjects. But the fact he was in the village and appeared to Anbu made that theory unlikely, to say the least.

"ThAT iS tHe ONE RiGHt… He'S The SACrIfiCe…" The Anbu said, his pitch and tone changing with each sound of the words. "Kill… KILL… kill… KILL… kill." He both raged and whispered.

"Okay… even I know that the snake bastard would mess someone up this much." Anko admitted as she watched he awkwardly stumble toward the two of them.

"Hey who are…." Naruto called out, but Anko in one move knocked the boy out as she knew he was only going to be a detriment to any fight that might happen. It had been so reflexive that she barely noticed that she had even done it. And then the Anbu went stiff as a board and waited a few seconds… then bolted toward the two of them at speeds that Anko never expected out of anyone but Guy. She barely was able to block his first attack.

"MAIN! MURDER! KILL! MAIN! MURDER KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

"Don't kill us, you fucking moron! We need to be unsealed dumbass!" Khorne raged as the gods watched the fight through the eyes of their host. None of them had felt this apparent follower approach which did unnerve them a bit. And now they were desperately hoping that the purple haired woman would be able to defeat this man.

Meanwhile, Anko was trying to not be chopped up into little pieces. This guy was utterly unpredictable, making his movements so random that trying to figure him out was impossible. But Anko was smart, and she hadn't been trying to figure him out from the start. His insane ramblings had all but confirmed the kind of fighting he did. And so Anko was now going on pure instinct and battle reflexes to survive. It was working, she had been able to get a few good hits in. All this guy had was his insane movements, there was no sign that he was using chakra or jutsu in any form. So when Anko was able to hit his sword arm and pinned the weapon away, she was able to kill the bastard with one of her snakes. The serpent shot out of her other arm and snapped around the man's neck. But then she had to jump back at the sight of her snake letting go as soon as it had crushed his windpipe, the blood that had come out of his neck was green and filled with yellow puss.

"The fuck…" Anko cursed as she watched the snake that had bitten the bastard wither and die on the ground. The man began to rumble and Anko could see that something was trying to burst out of his skin. "Oh hell no am I letting you do whatever the fuck you're trying to do…" Anko growled before performing the needed hand signs. "Fire style, fireball jutsu!" A flame extending out from Anko's mouth enveloped the bursting dead man burning him to a charred crisp. "That… was fucked up… oh shit…" Anko cursed as she realized she wasn't alone. She quickly looked back to see if Naruto was okay but saw that he was currently on his back… a bit of drool coming out of his mouth. Anko stared at the boy wondering how he had gotten like that… having forgotten that it was she that did it to him. "So now I got to drag you back to those giant brothers… shit…"


Alpharius sipped his tea as he and Hiashi watched as his youngest daughter trained with another main branch Hyūga. Alpharius could tell that she was already superior to Hinata, with her current growth rate she would likely surpass her older sister in two years- minimum. Alpharius personally did not care for the affairs of the clan but Hinata was Naruto's friend, and as such, he needed to keep a track on all threats. Grief was a tried and true tool of the Gods. Not only that but the Primarch had his plans… plans that he thought would simply speed up an already clear future.

"Hanabi has improved her footwork since the last time I saw her," Alpharius commented as he watched the young girl dodge another strike.

"Yes. It is one of the hardest aspects of Gentle Fist." Hiashi acknowledged before sipping his own tea. "I must thank you, by the way, that tip you gave me concerning a man I thought I could trust with my life. It would seem I have some weeds in my clan that need to be rooted out." There was a slight edge to the man's tone but nothing towards Alpharius. The Primarch returned the thank you with a slight nod. They continued to watch the man's daughter train in silence until Hiashi spoke again. "It has come to my attention that your charge has been spending a good deal of time with my eldest daughter." The surface of the tone Hiashi used was business-like, but Alpharius was a Primarch and one that was well versed in reading people to boot. Underneath the cold tone was concern.

"Ah… there is still some part of him that sees her more than his current heir but also as his daughter. And it takes a boy hanging around said daughter to bring it out, fathers can be so predictable… sometimes." Alpharius thought to himself before considering his words to respond. "Yes, Naruto and Hinata are friends… I also think that he is her only friend… but I may be wrong on that." He wasn't, and he knew that. Alpharius also noticed the tiny reaction to that news from Hiashi.

"I see… Alpharius, in your opinion, is my eldest worthy of being my heir?" There was a slight detachment to the question. Alpharius could tell that it was a question posed more to who was asking it more so than Alpharius himself.

"No… currently not," Alpharius answered.

"Currently?"

"Hinata does not embody the current values of the Hyūga clan- values that I personally believe will do your clan more harm than good, but that is not my place to say. Your eldest would be better placed… outside the clan. Not outcast but… traded." Alpharius hid his small smirk behind his teacup. This is where he truly excelled. While his brother could infiltrate the most tight ranked of gangs and crime syndicates, Alpharius was at home in the circles of nobles and courts. "If you want my personal opinion on your daughter… I think right now she would benefit most from you would be your skill in political maneuvers and intelligence. That one…" Alpharius nodded to Hanabi. "Is your warrior and head of the clan. But Hinata… she has the capability to be a force far more… subtle."

Hiashi looked back from the giant man and to his younger daughter. Something felt very wrong, the words Alpharius used while they had wisdom in them felt… far too cold and removed when talking about his own flesh and blood, his family. But Hiashi knew the giant more than most, and he knew that Alpharius would craft every statement with triple meaning. First was the first statement, he was right. Hinata was not what the clan wanted, and that troubled him. But that was the least important part to him at the moment. The second meaning in his words was behind his second statement, that Hinata would do better away from the clan. This could be true depending on where Hinata would end up. The third… was the tone of the whole speech. It was a warning, a warning that Hinata was coming close to being nothing more than a piece on the board. Something that could be used and spent.

"I know that you have plans… and I assume you have factored my daughter into them. If you wouldn't mind telling me what these plans are… I think we might be able to work something out." Alpharius openly grinned showing that he had won this little political battle of wits… as any Primarch that wasn't Leman or Angron would.


"So you are telling me that the boy is knocked out because you punched him so he wouldn't be an issue when fighting a crazed Anbu?" Omegon asked as he and Anko stared at the unconscious Naruto who was laying back in his bed. But they hadn't put the boy in right, just threw him on and then tossed a blanket lazily over him.

"Yup," Anko said putting a hard P on her answer.

"And you say this Anbu was acting… totally batshit insane."

"Yeah."

"Okay… that's one problem taken care of itself." Omegon said nodding his head in satisfaction. "Did you burn it?"

"Nothing left but ash."

"Good," Omegon said as he continued to nod his head. "Want to draw some stuff on the boy's face and go get shitfaced drunk?"

"Thought you never ask."


"Are you saying we can fuck with the boy tonight!" Khorne exclaimed happily.

"Yes, Khorne. It would seem that the mere presence of Nurgle as slightly eroded our prison, so we have access the boy a few days early." Tzeentch chuckled. "We must act quickly."

"Yes… we must make sure that we take this opportunity." Nurgle gurgled, not wanting to have his usefulness forgotten. The plague father had been mostly forgotten by the other three at most times, just like back in the wider galaxy. No one ever thought about Nurgle unless he's right in front of you.

"And we will, but we must make sure that this first meeting goes positive for us." Tzeentch mused. "I think it would be best for all of us for only Slaanesh to be in view of the meeting."

"What?! I will not have that bitch have the satisfaction!" Khorne thundered.

"Isn't this a pleasant surprise." Slaanesh hummed, happier at the annoyance that Khorne felt than the actual reason he was mad.

"This is a small child; we don't have the power over the child's soul so our forms will frighten even the hardest of men except for the Temptress. Her form is always pleasing to any that looks on it. It won't have the same enthralling power normally does, but it will be at the very least able to keep the boy from seeing the rest of us monsters to be feared."

"Arrrgh! Very well, but I still hate this whole thing!"


Naruto had just fallen asleep, and now he was back in the damp almost wet metal hallway. He had been here before, but this time it felt different. Like he had been dragged in instead of him wandering in from some dream. Every time he came here he would walk down the hall and find something scary, but he never remembered what. But now there was another path, every time he would try to take this other path it would simply just crumble away, and he would turn and go down the first path. The second path now was now solid, and he ran down it to see what was there and if anything not to see the scary thing at the other end. Naruto kept running despite the growing unease he could feel growing in his stomach, and the feeling only grew at the sight of spikes jutting out walls and the growing smell of death. He finally stopped running at the sight of the end of the hall. Now he slowly walked into the massive chamber. On each side of the opening, he came out of was two jail cells, all arranged in the shape of a five-point star.

"Hello boy." An echoed voice cooed from one of the cells.

"Who's there?" Naruto demanded with all the fake confidence he could muster.

"Oh, my dear boy there's no need to be scared." The voice replied as it was followed by a shadowed figure of a woman. "Do I look like I would hurt you?" The figure moved to what little light there was in the chamber. The being's form was that of the most attractive woman ever, and Naruto would have noticed this... if he was a bit older and a bit less dense. Its deep purple skin reradiated perfection, its silver heir dropped from its ivory horns down to the floor. However, its black eyes seemed to betray its kind smile, and Naruto noticed this.

"Yeah, big time." Naruto snorted. The being seemed to slightly trip as it walked from the answer.

"Well, that's a first." The being muttered as she pushed the few strands of hair away from her face. "Do you know where you are little boy." The being regained its regal step and moved to circle Naruto.

"No idea- this is just a dream right?"

"Far from that, but that's not important. What it is, is what we are." The being said as she leaned into Naruto's ear.

"Like I care old lady." Naruto deadpanned as he walked away from the being, and there was a loud thud that rang out as the being fell to the floor from losing balance from the shock of being called such a thing. Now the chamber was filled with a deep gritted laughter coming from the far left cell.

"He sure put you in your place hag!" Khorne moved from the normal whore to hag to add on to the fresh, and more cruel, insult.

"And who are you?" Naruto asked the cell.

"I am Khorne! And you I like boy." The voice shouted as two massive burning red eyes appeared in the cell. "You sure put that bitch in her place." Khorne laughed as the two began to converse, mostly on training tactics.

"Tzeentch? Can I hurt him?" Slaanesh whispered as she pulled herself up. Her voice sweet and kind, disconnected from her words. All the gods had large egos, but Slaanesh took pride and vanity to an expected extreme. To be called anything but something flattering was unacceptable to her.

"No, we need him to want to help us." Came from a flowing blue smoke that had moved out from the Changer of Ways' cell.

"But he called me a…" This time Slaanesh showed a bit more of her inner rage and demonic fury. Her features because less inhumanly beautiful to more disturbingly perverse.

"He is a child!" Tzeentch snarled. "Of course he's going to be rude. But he does seem to be getting along with the blood drinker."

"You planned for this, didn't you?" The God of Pleasure should have seen this coming. She should have known that Tzeentch would have tried to play them all. Even when they were in a situation that demanded that the old rules of behavior between be suspended, the shitling would even now try to con its way to be on top.

"Maybe… maybe not, all we can do is try to benefit from the situation." Tzeentch had a plan for everything, even plans that ruined others were in play. It was the literal God of Madness and paradoxes were its best tool. Even if Slaanesh succeeded in her speaking to the boy, it would benefit Tzeentch because Slaanesh was intelligent enough to manipulate the boy. If she failed, it would benefit Tzeentch because Slaanesh was intelligent enough to manipulate the boy. Either way, Tzeentch had a plan to further its own goals.

"We will speak of this later; I don't get used." Tzeentch had to bite one of his mouths to not reply 'oh really.'

"You can bitch all you want, but it changes nothing."

"This is not over! Any more interaction with me will most likely not help us…" Slaanesh said as she watched Naruto and Khorne converse. "But I… we cannot let the big red fool have all the power over the boy."

"Agreed… Boy!" Naruto turned to the left side cell to see Tzeentch's eyes staring at him. "You've met Khorne, I am Tzeentch god of magic and intelligence. The one you called old lady is Slaanesh, god of ecstasy and perfection. The other here in the last cell is Nurgle, he is the god of rot and plagues. Khorne is lord of blood and strength. We are the Gods of the Warp. And we wish to help you, and in exchange, we would like you to help us someday."

"Help me how?"

"We can… huh?" Tzeentch stopped to watch Naruto began to fade in and out of the chamber. "No no no, the boy is waking!" as Tzeentch's words finished Naruto woke up to find Omegon drunk on top of him.

"Hey, kid… what are you doing in my (burp) bed?"

"This is my bed! Alpharius! Omegon is drunk again!" Alpharius peeked into the apartment a few moments later.

"Oh, that's where he went." Alpharius walked in and began dragging Omegon out of Naruto's bed. "Sorry about that, we can bang a few pots together in his face in the morning." This put a smile on the boy's face. "Good, now get back to sleep." Alpharius chuckled before closing the door behind him.


"What do you mean that we can't pull him back in!" Tzeentch yelled as it crashed against the bars of his cell.

"It would seem that our power to contact him is limited, how limited I cannot say." Slaanesh smiled at the distraught Tzeentch, still rather mad at the god for the trickery it pulled.

"We must contact the boy again; I have no doubt that the brothers will try to sway the boy to turn him from us."

"He seemed to like me, and he did a number on the hag." Khorne tried to keep himself from rolling over with laughter. Why had he never thought about calling Slaanesh that?

"I think I prefer you calling me whore. At least whores are pretty and desired." Slaanesh muttered, still upset with the rudeness Naruto showed her.

"Now now Slaanesh… the boy is just that a boy. Once he grows older he'll be begging for your gift far more than any of ours." Nurgle spoke trying to cheer the younger god up as this was true and needed.

"Oh yes I forgot, once the boy comes of age and discovers the lust of women he'll be ripe for me." Slaanesh smiled at this revelation.

"No, the boy will want my power. The strength to rise above all and be the strongest warrior!"

Tzeentch could watch as the three others argued over who would win the boy's favor. "Is this what we have been reduced to?" Tzeentch thought. "To beg for the indulgence of a single human boy, a boy with no real power, a boy who we could in any other circumstance crash with no thought at all?"


'For once I'm happy about your drinking habits." Alpharius muttered as he dropped Omegon on their couch. "You arrived just in time, but who knows how much time Naruto had with them." Alpharius placed a blanket over his brother and walked over to their only window. "I felt a change in the warp field…" Alpharius thought. "… for a small moment, it grew slightly stronger then returned to normal. That must have been when the four morons became accustomed to Naruto's chakra and began feeding marginally on it. I felt only a small change in Naruto's chakra, so small that it most likely won't affect him at all in terms of power. If my theories are correct -and I'm quite sure they are- then the gods will continue to grow dependent on Naruto's chakra instead of the power of the warp. However, this processes is so slow that Naruto's body could adapt to it and grow with the loss. This does have a flip side, as Naruto might grow dependent on the Nine-Tails' power instead of his own."

"Konrad you bastard! It was my piece of bacon…" Omegon yelled out from the couch.

"And at the thought of our darkest brother, we have a dark option we have in front of us. Kill Naruto and the gods lose a third of their power forever-a feat that not even our father has managed to achieve. A grim reality, but one we have to understand. A loss like this is most likely crippling the chaos gods' forces. They stay trapped in Naruto and everything is fine, as their power still is unavailable to them. But killing him is permanent, and there's no chance that they could get out. If they get out and this world would be on fire in colors that would drive the common man insane. Sometimes I envy Perturabo, his cold logic would help right now because I am too damn soft."


"He attacked me without provocation, so why aren't you taking action?!" Danzō demanded, and to the man's growing frustration Sarutobi just sighed at him.

"Both of the Brothers are under immunity from any criminal charges and from my understanding of the situation no harm was actually done." The aged Hokage really didn't need this. He was having a surprisingly good day. First he received two A-Rank mission success with no casualties, then a pleasant meal with his son, and then Alpharius helped him reorganize the Leaf Village budget. But now his one time friend and rival was very close to ruining the first all good day Sarutobi had in years.

"I still feel that granting such a request to… them is absurd. These are two strangers we know nothing about other than a few legends and rumors. And yet you have given them complete access to the village's only Jinchūriki and given them free reign within the village. I am starting to question your ability to make proper logic when comes to those two."

"The circumstances surrounding those two is classified for a very good reason!" Sarutobi commanded as he slammed his fist down on his desk. He would not allow anyone, let alone Danzō, to question him in this way. "They have shared with me a danger present that is unlike any other. A danger they and they alone are experts in and one they have assured me they can contain. And so far they have shown me that to be true." Danzō eyed the Hokage. Now he understood a little bit more. Something happened with the Jinchūriki and it had to do with the brothers and this eight pointed star his man told him about. And Sarutobi had information on the situation that no one else had. But Danzō had one last card to play.

"I see, and you would trust the brothers even if you knew they were… less than human?" To the man's ever growing frustration Sarutobi just laughed at him.

"So Omegon showed that side of himself didn't he."

"You know?!"

"Yes, the brothers and I have monthly spars and six months in I figured out they were going easy on me. I asked to see what it looked like when they went all out. They call it their Daemon Primarch form. Essentially their souls are half normal soul energy and half… well… not. This other half is far more potent but at the cost of losing one's humanity. But the Brothers seemed to have tricked this system by only taking half and splitting it among them. They told me while they keep their will and humanity, the power they use is stunted and has a time limit. But enough of the brother's abilities… they requested that you send one of our ANBU to them is that correct?" Sarutobi said this with a dark glance. He knew full well that Danzō had continued with the Foundation project even after it was shut down and Sarutobi had plans in store for Danzō should there be any hint of sedition on his side.

"Yes but I don't feel that…"

"You will do it, for if the brothers feel that strongly about something that they feel the need to threaten you then I'm sure that their reasoning is sound." Danzō glared at the Hokage. He would not give up one of his men simply because the giants demanded him to do so. And if the brothers thought that they could bully him into doing so they had another thing coming.