Allright, I'm back with a new chapter. I should get another one done before my Easter Break is over. I hope everyoe enjoys your Easter if your Christian, and whatever holiday you celebrate if you aren't. Forgive me, I'm rather ignorant of the holidays of other cultures. *bows apologetically*
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Chapter 11
Bloody Storms and Death Shadows
AKA Back to Serious titles again. Don't worry this wont last long.
"I'm telling you its the truth!" Naruto cried, waving his arms over dramatically. Ira bit onto the stick of dongo he had.
"And I'm telling you your over exaggerating. I don't care how powerful the Sanin are. Lord Kisame could easily kill that pervert." Ira said through his food. He swallowed, and threw the stick like a senbon into a balloon. "Thats five balloons..." he said, mechanically.
"Here's your prize..." the stall vendor said, giving Ira large teddy bear. Ira merely blinked and took the bear, before walking away.
"I think we got jipped..." Ira said, once they were far enough away. Naruto nodded.
"Remind me again, why are we here?" Naruto asked.
"You remember Gato, am I correct?" Ira asked, as they walked through the crowds. The once bright boy was still mechanical sounding.
"How could I forget..." Naruto said through gritted teeth. He clenched his fist.
"He was apart of a much larger corporation. Also known as the Sendonei..." Ira said, hugging the bear close. "They're a group of thugs. Some of them are shinobi, some of them civilians. Either way, they're all very wealthy, influential, and powerful. Gato was one of their numbers. Drugs, weapons, prostitution, murders, assassinations... they are all professionals in these. I wouldn't be surprised if most of the wars nowadays are just games for them to make money..." Ira said. He looked up at the sky, and shivered.
"But that's not the half of it. They also run the Black Market. For... rare items..." Ira continued. They took a left at an alley, heading for the inn where Meta and Sanjo had booked rooms for the team. Tsunako said he couldn't go with them on this mission, and Konamo didn't give an excuse. So know it was just the younger members of Team Blue Moon and Meta.
"So like artifacts and stuff?" Naruto asked, opening the door. A foul stench hit his nose. The inn Meta had picked wasn't exactly the cleanliest of places. A 'perfect' place for picking up information, his sensei told him.
"Jutsu... Bloodlines... and children..." Ira said, quietly. He glanced warily at the men in the bar and sat down at the table Meta was at, hugging the bear. Meta was glancing about the pub, and getting quite a few glances back.
"So what have you learned?" Naruto whispered to him. Meta took a 'sip' of his drink, and drummed his fingers on the table.
"So far... very little..." Meta admitted, folding his fingers together. He rested his chin on this plateau, looking at the rest of the patrons of the inn. "There's allot of filth in this city. Although that can be said for any city really. Too many drug dealers and petty robberies for me to pick out whats what. Its not that the trail's gone cold, but rather its been covered by many, many more..." Meta sighed, rubbing what would be his temple if he had a head. "For the first time in my life, I'm stumped. There's no telling which police men are bribed, and which ones are. I can't very well torture the information out of anyone. Tsunako won't like that..." Meta said.
"So we have absolutely no leads, as well as no information. No hints, clues, or anything." Naruto asked, exasperated. Meta thought for a moment.
"Not quite. A member of the Sendonei is bound to be in this city... the problem is sniffing him out. Like I said... too many trails..." Meta said, leaning back against his chair.
"Well, what if we had someone play bait. Like, I could go looking to get high, or maybe.... what if we used that Black Market you were talking about Ira!" Naruto said, excitedly. Suddenly all heads in the inn turned towards there table, and the trio got washed over by a huge wave of killer intent. Meta paled, reaching for his bomb pouch.
"Remind me how you got to be a shinobi, kid?" he muttered. Naruto paled, and began to edge away from the table with Ira as the men began advancing on the table. Meta flipped it over on them, pulling out bombs and began shouting.
"You wanna start something pals? Cause the party just got started!" Meta shouted, punching one of the men in the face as Naruto and Ira crept upstairs.
"Why do you always blow our cover..." Ira asked, quietly. Naruto winced as he heard crashing, explosions, and shouting downstairs.
"I get carried away..." Naruto said, as he opened up the door to their room. Sanjo looked up from sharpening Hiuindo and smiled at the two. She was sitting on the blade with the weapon in her lap, rubbing a metal rod against its edge.
"Glad to see your okay. Did you find out anything useful?" Sanjo asked. Ira sat down on the bed next to her, hugging the bear close. He gave a gentle smile to Sanjo, and laid down on the bed, looking up at the cieling.
"We think one of the Sendonei might be in this town. Meta-sensei is still trying to figure out what our next plan is gonna be..." Naruto said. Sanjo winced as Meta's voice was carried upstairs.
"YEAH! WELL THAT'S WHAT YOUR MOM SAID!!!"
"I'm guessing that's all part of your plan, huh?" she asked, sweat dropping. Naruto gave an embarrassed laugh, scratching the side of his cheek.
"Hey, Sanjo... can I ask you and Ira something..." Naruto asked, glancing at both Ira's katana and Sanjo's blade.
"Sure, what is it nii-san?" Ira asked, sitting up. Naruto grinned, rubbing the back of his head.
"Well... its been about half a year... and... I was wondering... if either of you might know when I'd get my own sword..." Naruto asked, hopefully. "I mean, I'm training to be one of the Seven, so it stands to reason sensei would give me a sword."
Ira and Sanjo glanced at each other, and fidgeted around uneasily. Naruto gave a nervous grin.
"W-what? Its gonna be soon, right?" he asked. Ira sighed, putting the bear to the side.
"Nii-san... Meta-sensei isn't going to give you a sword..." Ira said at last. Naruto felt his heart sink. Meta had always told him that a swordsman's blade was his very soul, his perfect companion in life. Without one, he would never achieve his goal of becoming the Mizukage.
"B-but this isn't fair. I've trained!" Naruto choked out. His throat had tightened, and it felt like he had something hard in it. "I've gotten so much better! Does he still not trust me? I'm not going back to Leaf, he knows I'm not! He's-" Naruto cried out, but Sanjo gently took him by his hands and pressed her lips against his. Naruto's eyes widened for a second, before closing them and returning the kiss.
"Ewwwwww! Gross!" Ira giggled, pressing a pillow over his eyes. After three months of his nii-san dating his best friend, he still wasn't used to the fact of them kissing at all.
"Naruto-kun, its not that Meta-sensei doesn't trust you." Sanjo said at last, pulling away from Naruto. "Its not his job to give you a sword..." Sanjo said. She twirled Hiuindo on her wrist, gripping the ring handle.
Ira was singing and humming on the bed gently to himself, his mind in another place.
"Silva in lumine
Lunae arcana est
Domus mea
Silva in lumine
Stellarum est..."
"I dived under the Mist waterfall for the ore to this blade... then my father helped me heat and forge it..." Sanjo said, holding the blade so it shone in the light. "Konamo-sensei said that the blade needs to be a mirror of ones self..."
"Tsunako-sensei said the same thing!" Ira said, coming out of his song as he unstrapped his katana, and held it sheathed in his hands. "I spent a week making this sword. If your sword is suppose to be your truest ally, then why not let the blade be yourself?" Ira said, smiling. He unsheathed it, revealing its bone blade. "Even if my chakra is low, and my kekei genkai fails me, this piece of me won't." Ira said.
"So, what your saying is, I have to make my own sword?" Naruto said, nervous. To him, it seemed like a daunting task.
"Not always kit. I know for a fact that the moon users carries his father's sword. And that Tao uses one made by his ancestors. The sword just has to be a reflection of yourself." Kyuubi said in the back of Naruto's mind. The fox had become more 'tame' when talking to his jailor, up to the point where they could have civil conversations. "It'll come to you in time. The sword picks the wielder. Look at those two. They didn't pick their swords, no matter what they might think. Their swords chose them..."
"Don't worry. It'll seem hard at first. But the reward is worth it." Sanjo said, wrapping her warms around Naruto's neck seductively. She batted her eyelashes, whispering in Naruto's ear.
"You know... I think I'd really like you with a sharp... BIG sword..."
In Naruto's head, Kyuubi was covering up a massive nosebleed. Naruto paled uneasily, unsure of where this was going.
"And that is why I expect you to get a zabanto, or something big. Like my brother's. " Sanjo said, smiling innocently. Naruto gave a sigh of relief. Sanjo stuck her tounge out playfully and punched him in the arm.
"Pervert." she teased, bouncing back over to the bed. Ira giggled at the two, re-strapping his katana.
"Nii-san is too silly sometimes." Ira said. Naruto poked him in the head, smiling gently.
"Careful, or I'll make it rain above your bed again." Naruto said, smirking. Ira was about to retort when Meta burst in, covered in table splinters, soot, and red wetness. He gave Naruto a savage look, and grabbed him by the shoulders, pinning him against the wall.
"If I EVER have to get you out of shit like that again, YOU will get twice as much as I just gave them. Is that understood?" Meta growled. He wiped some blood off of his helmet. Naruto nodded terrified, and Meta let him drop. The armor slumped top the edge of the corner and sighed. He pulled out a rag from the inside of the corner and began to wipe off his armor.
"I've never seen Meta-sensei this tired before..." Sanjo whispered worriedly to Naruto. Ira kneeled next to the armor. He gave a gasp as he noticed how dark Meta's eyes were.
"Sensei! Did you use chakra!?!" Ira asked, terrified. Meta nodded.
"Was the only thing I could do after I ran out of bombs." the armor said. "Naruto, Ira, Sanjo. the Sendonei are definitely in this city. I manage to get the location of the Black Market out of those assholes." he said. He let the bloody rag drop, and reached for another one in his armor.
"So whats the plan, then sensei?" Naruto asked, kneeling down next t ohim. Meta paused, his eyes glancing at each of them in return.
"Sendonei are interested in anything they can get their hands on. But their underground businesses... they're worse then Orochimaru. They desire Jutsu, Bloodlines, and children... as slaves, soldiers, and prostitutes..." Meta said. Naruto felt his blood begin to boil.
"They're all trash who need to die..." Naruto said, gritting his teeth. He clenched his fist until his nails cut into his palm. Meta nodded.
"Thats what we're here for..." Meta said. He threw the rag to the side again. "So here's what we do... and Naruto... I want you to use that one jutsu of yours..."
Zetsu was genuinely confused.
For starters, the jinchuriki constantly claimed that it wasn't a jinchuriki.
But to make it even all the more confusing, he came willingly.
"For the last time, I'm telling you, you're making a HUGE mistake here…" Tsunako said, as he was shoved into a large room.
Zetsu merely faded into the floor. After a long, long trip of this man singing, talking about tea, talking gardening, and whether sesame oil or the juice of a moonpeach was better for polishing folded steel, Zetsu needed a long break. And fertilizer.
Tsunako looked around the shadowed room. This was gonna be tedious. He knew very well from reports how this procedure went. Three days long. And then once the demon was ripped out, the container died.
Except there was no demon to rip out, so he couldn't die.\
"Look! Seriously!" he shouted out to the darkness, "I'm not the container of the five-tails! Okay, yes I'm a Lunaros who can activate the second level of my Lunakorgetsu. But that's only cause I did something really really really bad to myself." Tsunako said. He scratched his cheek with a finger.
"And yes, my summons are wolves. I like the moon, and I know several beast-man jutsus. But that's only cause I'm related to the Inuzaka clan." He said.
"We know all this." Said a voice from the darkness. Tsunako sighed.
"Alright Kisame, come on out." He said, dryly. The shark man fell from the ceiling, landing on his feet.
"I tried telling Leader-sama, but he wouldn't listen. Guess they'll just have to learn the hard way." Kisame said, grinning.
"Are all the members listening to us in the dark?" Tsunako asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, why?" Kisame asked.
"Just wanted to say something." Tsunako said, shrugging his shoulders before clapping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU BLACK AND RED PAJAMA WEARING FREAKS? YOU HEAR ME! YOU ALL PAINT YOUR FINGERNAILS PURPLE! ARE YOU ALL FREAKING GAY?! AND THEN YOU WEAR STRAW HATS TO HIDE YOUR IDENTITY?? WHAT THE HELL MAN? THOSE CLOAKS JUST ANNOUNCE EVERYONE 'OH HEY, ITS AKATSUKI, DOI!' Tsunako shouted. He then began the personal insults.
"Diedara, how you EVER fell into a group of losers like these is unbelievable! I mean, I know sharky here was stupid enough, but I thought you were cool, man! Where's your balls?"
"Itachi…. Meh. I can't say anything. Sorry about the fight earlier. Still think you're cool. My team kicked your brothers ass by the way! Just to make up for earlier."
"Zetsu, you have no taste in gardening whatsoever for being a plant! You're just a weed. A WEED you hear me?"
"Kakuzu, you're a frigging idiot for taking the one bounty. You are NEVER gonna catch him, because I already did. So there!"
"Hidan, your God does not exist. There is no Jashin. You're just gonna die and fade away! There is no Jashin Heaven!"
"Sasori, I respect your work. Can't agree with your taste in turning yourself into a puppet, but I respect it."
And finally YOU!" Tsunako said, pointing at Kisame. "You're so freaking ugly, the doctor slapped your mom when you were bor-" he managed to say, before someone clubbed him in the back of his head.
Two men stumbled about in the open street, a stench of alcohol clinging to their every movement and breath. The first stumbled over his own feet and landing, face down, on the front porch of someone's house. The second, slightly more sober, walked over to him and smiled, helping him up.
"Where *hic* do you *hic* think we are *hic*?" The first asked the older ninja.
"I dunno... but its *hic* pretty late at night, doncha think?" asked other one said.
"Ish not night... ish day.. yooouuu idit..."
"Can't you *hic* sheeee? Thatsa moon up ther..." the second said, leaning on his friend. They both turned at the sound of a trash can falling over. A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was laying in the street, having run into the trash can. Her rag-like dress were barely covering her legs and thighs, and almost slipping off her shoulders. Her hair wasn't well washed and smudges of dirt were on her cheeks.
The two men grinned lecherously.
"Well wouldncha know... we found a little mouse..."
"Here mousy mousy..." they said, going over to her. The girl gave a whimper fo fright, and tried to run away but the first drunk grabbed her wrist, holding her tightly.
"We just wanna play..." the man said, running his hand over her arm.
"Please let me go!" the girl cried, struggling.
"What'd you think? Think she'd fetch a good price?" the man said to his partner.
"I think *hic* we should damage the goods first..." the other said, beginning to unbuckle his pants.
He never got past the zipper before his head was smashed in like an egg. The other turned, pulling out a knife, but strong hands knocked it out, and pinned him againt the wall by his throat. A empty samurai helmet with ghostly eyes stared into his face.
"Trust me, there's plenty of room for you in hell..." Meta said, his grip on the man's neck tightening. " I want information, and I want it NOW." the armor growled. He glanced at the girl.
"Nice job Naruto... uh Naruto... hellooooo?" Meta said. The girl was staring terrified at him. "Nice jutsu. I know we can both do the Sexy No Jutsu, but I didn't realise you could make yourself younger. That was a nice touch..." Meta said, as the man gurgled for breath. Meta slammed him against the wall for good measure.
"Uh Meta-sensei? Who are you talking too?" Naruto asked, stepping into the alley with Ira and Sanjo. Meta did a double take.
"But you... and her... and... WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Meta said. He looked at the girl whimpering in fright in the corner of the alley. If Naruto was right there, then...
"You ACTUALLY tried to rape, then sell a little girl... you scum bag... just remember, hell is full of demons. My friends will make you comfy!" Meta said disgusted to the man. He crushed the man's windpipe, then snaped his neck, letting the body drop to the floor.
"Meta-sensei! You just killed our source of info!" Naruto shouted. Meta turned to him.
"There's plenty of trash in this city... we'll find another..." he sad, icily. He turned to Ira, who was trying to coax the little girl out. She seemed terrified of them.
"Hey, its okay... comeon out... I'm not gonna hurt you..." Ira said, crouching down to her. He gently offered his hand and gave a gentle smile. "You're safe now..."
The girl gave a whimper and gently took his hand. Ira carefully pulled her upright.
"My name is Ira. What's yours?" Ira asked.
"K-Kahen..." the girl whispered. She hid behind Ira when Meta looked at her.
"Its okay. Sensei isn't going to hurt you. He only hurts bad people." Ira told her. They were just about the same age, though Kahen was a few inches shorter then him.
"Okay this is scary." Meta said, shaking his head. "She looks like a carbon copy of you... and I've only seen two people like you so far, Naruto. Blonde hair and blue eyes aren't exactly natural traits in this land..."
"I-I w-was just getting something f-from the s-store for Granny..." Kahen explained to Ira.
"Maybe your Granny would like you know that you're safe." Naruto said, smiling at Kahen. She blinked at him, and remained silent.
"Kahen, can you take us to your Granny?" Sango asked, gently. No response.
"You guys, back off just a little, kay?" Meta said, putting his hands on their shoulders and pulling them back a bit. "She's in a bit of shock. Right now, I think she can hear only Ira..."
"Kahen, I'd like to meet your Granny. She might be able to help us. Can you take us to her?" Ira asked. Kahen nodded shyly, and tugged on Ira's hand to pull him along.
It was about an hour later when our heroes (And Meta) arrived at Kahen's apartment. The house was a simple two room building that was set into a complex. The inside had a simple layout. In the first room was a kitchen and an empty family room. The second room held all the beds. A small flight of stairs led upstairs to another bedroom.
Kahen's granny was overjoyed to see that Kahen was okay, especially once the Team told her of what almost happened.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're safe." said Kahen's granny, as she hugged her. She was a woman with many wrinkles and long gray hair. Her hair covered her forehead, almost as if it was done intentionally. Kahen hugged her granny's waist. She stared at Meta.
"I must thank-you for all you have done. Unfortunately, I have have very little to give. Times have been hard for everyone." Kahen's granny said. Meta shook his head.
"Consider it a favor, Takumi-sama... from me and my students..." Meta said. The old woman stared at him, as if she was shocked to see him there, but smiled.
"Meta... its been a long time... how have you been?" she softly, smiling gently.
"Ahh, you know... busy..." Meta said, 'grinning'. He leaned forward and whispered something in Tamaki's ear. "Oh, and these are my new students." he said. Naruto gave a little wave.
"Heya baa-chan!" he said, before Meta hit him over the head.
"Show some respect!" the armor said.
"Yes sensei." Naruto said.
'As I've said, no thanks is needed..." Meta said, smiling. He sweat dropped and Ira, Naruto's and Sanjo's stomach growled.
"Uh huh. And I suppose I couldn't offer you all a meal?" Takumi said, smiling gently.
"Yes please!" Team Blue Moon said, happily. Meta sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"I really shouldn't... ah why not? I can't eat your cooking, so I'll at least live..." Meta mumbled. He gave a shout as Takumi hit his head with a wrench.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"That woman should be charged with infanticide..." Naruto groaned. His stomach was doing loop de loops and 360s. He moaned, his face practically green from being sick.
"You're the one who ate twelve bowls of her ramen..." Sanjo said. She was dabbing at Ira's forehead with a wet cloth. The boy was running a high fever.
"Sanjo-chan, I feel hot..." Ira whispered. He had eaten only six bowl, but he didn't have the benefit of a certain fox to keep the toxins low.
"I know Ira, I know. You just gotta sweat it out..." Sanjo said, wringing the cloth out. She sighed. "If it tasted so bad, why didn't you guys stop eating?"
"But it was ramen... ramen is... urp.... suppose to taste good..." Naruto said, leaning against the wall.
"That's what we like to call failed logic..." Sango said. She looked out the window at the city, the endless noise and lights. Ira moaned, and turned over on the bed.
"I'm gonna go down stairs and get us some medicine, kay?" Naruto asked Sanjo. "Keep an eye on Ira for me..." he asked her, heading for the turn. He groaned as his stomach did another turn.
"Are you sure?" Sanjo asked. Naruto nodded weakly.
"Y-yeah... I'll be right back up... kay?" he asked, heading down the stairs. Takami kept all of her medicinal stuff in the bathroom on the first floor. Opening the cabinet, he took out a bottle of pills with a sigh. Painkillers would have to work for Ira. Medicine was medicine, right? Right?
"Awwww yeah... right there.... that's the spot..." came Meta's voice, in sheer pleasure. Naruto almost dropped the bottle right then and there. What in the world was his sensei doing? He crept along the staircase, inching along it and poking his head out around the corner.
There was candles lit all around the room and Tamaki and Meta were in the middle of it. Meta was lying down on his stomach in the middle, and Tamaki was running a buffer over his back.
"I swear, he doesn't clean you enough..." the woman growled under her breath. Meta was in sheer heaven. This was like a massage, a shower, and a bubble hot bath all rolled into one for him.
"He has more important things to do. So I try to oil myself when I can..." Meta admitted. He turned his head to look at Tamaki. "I mean, between the duties of the Seven, and his fiancé, and then his plans for-"
"Don't make excuses for him." Tamaki shot at him. She buffered his head, forcing his face against the carpet. "He has enough time to order you around, doesn't he?" she growled.
"Mmmpfgh Ummph Mmfu!" Meta said from the carpet. Tamaki turned off the buffer.
"Eh, what was that?" she asked, rapping on his helmet.
"I said, most of it is my fault, really. I'm holding him back." Meta said. Tamaki stared at him for one moment, before whacking across the head.
"Get a grip on yourself, Lunaros. If anyone is holding that idiot tea drinker back, its himself." Tamaki said. "Now dismantle yourself so I can clean your armor..."
Meta nodded, taking off his helmet and placing it on the ground next to him. He unclasped a series of mechanical locks which held his legs to his torso, and then did the same to his other arm.
"When was the last time you were out of that armor?" Tamaki asked, going over to a desk and lighting a set of candles. She filled a brazier with incense, and helped Meta take off his other arm. The torso sat on the floor, as she lined up the pieces.
"Alright, the seal's in place. Your safe to go..." she told him. Naruto's eyes grew wide, and he almost lost his footing. The incense in the brazier burst into white flame.
"You didn't seem like the kind to take on students... what made you take on the blonde?" Tamaki asked. She took out a small vial of polish and dabbed it onto a rag, before rubbing it onto the armor. Naruto was surprised that Meta's voice did not come from the armor, but from the flame.
"Tsunako told me... he told me... he told me if I trained him... kept him busy... then he'd find a body for me..." the voice said, quietly. Tamaki snorted.
"And you believed him. Typical..." she said. "Did it ever occur to you that he might be lying..."
"I know he was... but what choice did I have?" the flame asked. It flickered. "The kid was just standing there in the rain..." he said. Tamaki stared at the flame.
"You've matured..." she said after a bit. This seemed to cheer the flame up.
"Yeah, but don't tell Master. I don't let on." it said, happily. "I think I felt Pride the other day..." it said. Tamaki raised an eyebrow.
"Did you know. What for?" she asked.
"The kid. I was teaching him the Water Dragon Jutsu. Took him three, no, two tries before he had it down pat. I just had to show him the hand signs!" Meta said, excitedly. Naruto couldn't help but grin to himself. Despite his sensei's harshness, Meta was actually proud of him...
"Why haven't you taught him Alchemy yet?"
Alchemy? What was Alchemy? Naruto tried to lean his head out more to listen in deeper.
"I haven't done it for over six years. You know its too hard for me. The Old Man would've been the only real teacher for him..." Meta said, grudgingly. There was a deathly chill as Tamaki opened up the inside of his armor.
"What... are these...?" Tamaki asked, with murderous intent in her voice. Naruto leaned his head out further to see. Meta's flame seemed genuinely nervous now.
The inside of Meta's armor was covered in paper-bombs. Hundreds, if not thousands.
"Errr.... a 'last resort'...." Meta said. The flame ducked a wrench thrown at it.
"Your a frigging idiot, you know that?" Tamaki said.
"Hey, I resent that!" Meta said, furiously. "I am a piece of art! Art is suppose to be a bang! The most beautiful kind is fireworks! If I'm a piece of art, and I'm cornered, with now way out, then I want my last moment to be a beautiful explosion that finishes my foe off too!" Meta said.
"So what? This is a piece of suicidal art?" Tamaki asked. Meta was silent. "Your just as bad a Dei-kun..." Tamaki muttered.
"His explosions were just so... boring..."
"He used sculptures..." Tamaki said pointedly.
"Yeah, but they had no color. It was the same old booming explosions over and over and over!" Meta said. The flame sighed. "I miss him..."
"It can't be helped..." Tamaki said. She carefully put down the armor. "Good night young one..." she said. She leaned forward, and kissed the flame. It did not seem to be a usual flame, for it didn't burn her.
"Hey, I'm a a bit too old for that!" Meta protested, and he turned a light shade of pink. "Good night, Winry-sensei..."
By the time Tamaki had turned around, Naruto was had gone back upstairs.
Naruto had a very strange dream that night. He was standing on a battlefield, bloodied and held a strange sword in his hands. It was a giant fang, with thick hilt and red fur covering the handgrip, so the hilt was hidden. Soldiers had him hemmed on all sides, spears bristling. Bodies lay around him. The air was thick with sounds of the dying, and the metallic scent of blood.
"You think you're the only person whose ever had to wield a sword that's had it rough, don't you?" Kyuubi growled in the back of his mind. "You're a pathetic weakling, who thinks real power is your little windy bloodline. You're complete trash and-"
"Och, away wit you, daemon." said a voice in a thick Scottish accent. The first row of spearmen were impaled by numerous bayonets. Naruto found a tall priest with blond hair, wearing a white trench coat, clutching numerous bayonets between his fingers. He beheaded a solider with one, only to cut another in hand.
"Yer great impudent windbag. Shut yer pip, devil, before mah holy blades kiss yeh'." the priest said. Several soldiers tried to stab him from behind, but a blond lady in a purple suit, wielding a large saber ran them through before they got close. A roman numeral one was tattooed onto her forehead.
"Such fools to think they could take us on all at once." she said, before completely decimating a group of them. She dodged and weaved their spears, cutting through them like she was dancing.
"They're defense is coming up way to short..." said a man wearing a green and white striped outfit, wooden sandals and a bucket hat. He took had wooden sandals, and carried a thin katana. He seemed to enjoy cutting apart the soldiers. First he'd cut off a man's hands, then arms, and then his head in rapid succession.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE NEEDS PHONE BOOKS TO DRIVE!" a angry voice cried out. Naruto found himself in front of a blond kid wearing a red cloak.
"WAS IT YOU?!" the kid shouted.
"N-no!" Naruto replied.
"It was him, wasn't it!" he said, pointing at one of the soldiers. He clapped his right forearm, which glowed blue, before a metallic blade appeared. The boy took the solider in the gut, before leaping off.
"What on earth is going on?" Naruto asked himself, weakly, and incredibly confused.
"I might be able to fill that in for you.." said a voice behind Naruto. A teenage about his age stood there, wearing a green tunic and pointed hat. His blue eye smiled, and Naruto couldn't help but notice his pointed ears. A magnificent sword hung on his back.
"And you are you?" Naruto asked. The boy smiled and bowed.
"I go by many names and many titles." he said, drawing his sword. He thrust t backward into a solider, but still kept his eyes on Naruto. "But you may call me Link..." the boy said. "We haven't much time. You'll be waking up soon. But listen, we're hear to help train you, as a courtesy of Kyuubi." Link said. He clapped Naruto on the shoulder.
"But who are you?" Naruto asked, genuinely confused.
"The best fighters wit' swords who ev'r lived!" shouted the priest. He decapitated another solider. "AMEN!"
Link sweat dropped.
"Sorry about him. He's a bit of a zealot." he said, scratching his cheek. "Long story short, Kyuubi called in a few favors. We're each decent with a blade, and since we're technically dead, we have nothing better to do..." Link admitted, sticking his tongue out. "Never thought I'd wind up as a ghost, but here I am."
"Kyuubi, whats going on?" Naruto asked. Kyuubi chuckled.
"That moon-user doesn't nearly train you as much as you should be. If you are to be my container, and the vessel for my soul, then you are to achieve power. So, I called in a few favors. Each of these fighters are masters at what they do. And they're blond. Blondes seem to be good swordfighters for some reason." Kyuubi said.
"The priest is father Alexander Anderson, the Paladin of the late Iscariot Organization. A master Exorcist, blade thrower, and bayonet fighter.
The woman is Sephiria Arks, also known as Number 1 and head of the Chronos Numbers. She knows all thirty-six moves of her style, the ultimate being "Apocalypse".
The guy with the bucket hat is Kisuke Urahara, Captain of the 12th Division of Soul Reapers, and wielder of Benihime, the Red Princess.
The short bratty kid in red is Edward Elric. A master Alchemist. I thought you'd be interested in him after your most recent eavesdropping...
And finally, this guy. Link. Hero of Time, Hero of Light, Chosen by the Master of Sword, Hero of Wind, Wielder of the Triforce of Courage, Hero of-"
"Alright, alright, we get it." Link said blushing, evidently embarassed. "Christ, I said I had a lot of titles. I'm just the guy with the Master sword, okay? Dont need to go on..."
"And he's modest too..." Kyuubi said, with a snort.
"So I'm going to learn from each of them?" Naruto asked, excitedly.
"When you're asleep." Link said.
"But I need that time for sleeping." Naruto protested.
"Dream world, remember?" Link said.
"You know that sewer you like conjuring up every time you visit me? Same idea. But here, I control everything. Which means..."
There was a hellish roar as the ground in front of them cracked open, revealing a chasm of lava, where screams emanated from. A man Naruto had seen only from memories, and not his own, rose out of the pit. He wore a red kimono, and long blood red hair with slitted crimson eyes. He had deep whisker marks on his face, and a hellish aura around him.
"Hello kit..." Kyuubi said, flexing a claw like hand. He thrust it into a soldier's chest, ripping out the heart. "That's my sword your holding... better not drop it..." Kyuubi growled, sinking his teeth into the still beating heart. Blood ran down his fingers.
"I'd say its time to get training, wouldn't you?" Kyuubi asked, before laughing madly as the soldiers the blonde swordsmen had killed literally rose from the dead. "Get stabbing…"
Meta sat happily at the breakfast table with Tamaki, Ira and Sanjo. Kahen was sitting on Uncle Meta's lap, eating the breakfast that her Granny had prepared for them.
"So how'd you guys sleep?" Meta asked, pleasantly. He felt refreshed and ready to kick ass. The two were staring glumly at Tamaki's cooking, remembering very well what dinner put them through last night.
"We slept okay…" Ira lied. His fever had come down, though he still had a headache.
"Any of you seen Naruto?" Tamaki asked, sitting down to the table herself. She took a bite, and mentally flinched. She had burned the eggshells again. Dammit.
"Naruto is still asleep. He was tossing and turning all night long, and-" Sanjo began, but paused as they heard footsteps coming down the hall.
"Hey everybody…" Naruto said. He was cut up, beat up, and bloodied. Actually, that was an understatement. He was covered in blood. His hair was crimson from the red liquid dripping off of it.
But what surprised them all more then anything was the sword he carried on his back. It looked like he carried a large fang, about the same height as he was. The hilt was hidden by a tuft of red fur, and the blade was polished and rounded. The point was unbelievably sharp.
"Wow!" Sanjo said, excitedly with hearts in her eyes. She had never seen Naruto so sexy before! "Now that is what I'm talking about!" she said, glomping the blonde.
"Nii-san, where'd you get that blade!" Ira asked, in awe. Naruto shook his head.
"You'd never believe me if I told you…" Naruto said. Meta was silently, and merely stared at Naruto's sword.
"You realize that blade has only one purpose, right? To kill. But with those rounded edges, the only kind of move you can make is a stabbing one." He said.
"Yeah, but can you imagine Naruto-kun running someone through with this!" Sanjo said excitedly.
"I think I'll manage sensei." Naruto said. Meta 'smirked'.
"So whats its name?" the armor asked. Naruto reached back and grabbed the hilt, answering without hesitation.
"Kushina… The Blood Storm."
Alright, glad thats over with. I hoped you folks enjoyed it. By the way, I'm looking for Jutsu ideas for Naruto to use with his bloodline, and possible his new sword. If you have any, dont be afraid to post them! ^^
Let it be known, that I do not own theseries of Blonde Swordsmen who appeared in this fanfic. They are own by there respective groups and parties. I do not own them! But seriously, a good few number of the most awesome swordsmen do seem to be blonde.
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