The Crimson phoenix and its angel aka My Darkness

Author: Tiger159

I DO NOT OWN/Make money from it

D-Nyce: OK...Tiger Yuki's name has been changed to Tora (it's Japanese version). My username is still Tiger159 but durning a AN I will be using my nickname.

Warning for this story: Character Death, action (it might not be well written, that why it's a warning), LARGE AMOUNTS OF BASHING, CURSING, OOC, ETC.

I would like to thank my betas for the wonderful jobs they do on all my stories.

Akemiko aka ake-chan and Tsukiko belong to living laughing dead. The other anime characters do not belong to me either. But the Yuki's do (The blond triplets and Arashi). And so does Bloody Red (Rose).

Inspirations for clothing:

http:/www dot videogamegirlsdb dot com/ gamegirl /Images /Street_Fighter/ Chun-Li / Chunli_street_fighter_06 dot jpg (Tora's pick)

Eye of Horus Pendant:

http:/store dot higherheart dot com / product dot php / Eye-of-Horus-Pendant / 919/0

Recap:

"Naruto," his voice flowed over the occupants of the group like water. Naruto said nothing and waited for the other boy to keep speaking.

But when Tsukiko opened his mouth another unwanted voice rang out in rage. "Naruto!" the female voice shouted in annoyance. Naruto sighed and glanced at Tora. She nodded her head at him, her hair once again getting in her face. She growled in annoyance, and harshly shoves them behind her ears. Naruto gave a small laugh and said a quick goodbye to Akemiko who hugged him. He walked away without saying goodbye to Tsukiko. Tora just smiled at the both of them before storming off to the campsite.

"I thought you weren't coming?" Akemiko questioned with a confused look. Tsukiko sighed and walked away, his friend following after him a few seconds later.

"Naruto!" the girly voice once again shouted in rage.

"Yes Sakura-Chan?" he questioned with a sigh. The 'Chan' part had become a habit when referring to his teammate. Sakura huffed in distaste, her disgusted glare tearing through his soul.

"Where were you? Where did you take the princess? I don't even know how she would go anywhere with someone like you!" Sakura shouted in rage. Naruto's body stiffen before forcing it to relax.

"Sakura please shut up," Naruto advised, his voice filled with restrained anger. Sakura ignored the warning, huffing again in irritation.

"And plus! Your tent is a mess and smells badly! And didn't you know it was your turn to guard the camp?" Sakura's face had turned a tomato red and Naruto snorted at her.

"It's not my fault no one ever tells me anything!" he shouted. Sakura opened her mouth a couple of times before closing it a few seconds later. She huffed for one last time.

"Well now you know," she screamed in her ignorant tone, and turned on her heels. Naruto watched through his choppy bangs as she stomped towards her tent.

"She's a rotten bitch ain't she," the tone clearly stated that it was more of an observation than an actual question.

"Yeah," Naruto commented, looking at the princess with sparkling eyes. Tora threw him a smirk, pulling out a red leather book from the pocket of her clothing. She was now dressed in a baggy shirt with side pockets, a pair of jeans, and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She slowly walked towards him with her bare feet, easily avoiding rocks and sticks along the way.

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the dreaded book. "Where you found it?" he questioned with a snort.

Tora smiled, "Ask Anko," she teased and threw him the book. He catches it in mid air and held it to his chest.

"Another reading tomorrow?" she asked him with a knowing smile. Naruto smirked back, "Believe it!"

It was once again time to move on. The camp was cleared out and all evidence was eliminated. The group walked in silence and in boredom. Naruto played with the diary in his hand. The red leather cover seemed to be untouchable by the rays of the sun. He carefully opened up the book with delicate fingers and glided them over the rusty pages.

He looked up from the book, staring into coal black eyes that could only belong to Sasuke.

"Hi," he greeted. Sasuke grunted in greeting and sat down next to him. A moment of silence was shared between them before Naruto couldn't take any more. "Did you want something?" he blurted out. Sasuke flashed him a blank look and refused to open his pale lips to speak. Naruto sighed and got back to the book in front of him.

He began to read out loud, letting the words fill the silence that consumed both figures.

I feel ill. It has been a while since I written my first entry only to write the sick feeling flowing through me. I am to meet with the ex-queen business partner. He had gone into retirement a year before the death of the my precious beloved. His name is Arnold. Mr. Inu has made it his job to protect me from this supposed dangerous creature. When he described the stranger, a short man with a even shorter temper, I had laughed. But Inu had assured me that Jack wasn't someone to mess with. The man had a very manipulating mind and used his political power and status to his advantage. He played dirty, I was told.

I did not believe him, but as dusk slowly turned into dawn. A sick feeling began to form in my stomach after dinner time. I just thought I had a stomach ache from all the delicious food, but the feeling still stayed with me for the rest of the day. I was no fool to not inform my dear friend Inu. Before he came to work for the now deceased queen, he had taken some lessons in medicine. I ran into him in the hallway, he has been on his way to his study. I told him what I felt. I felt so sick, weak, and like I was being torn apart from the inside. Inu did not know the cause of the problem, no matter how much he searched or guessed.

We both felt sorry for that fact. Hopefully it wasn't serious.

The diary entry ended there. Naruto looked over to his teammate, only to find him in deep thought. "Sasuke?" Naruto asked, for once nervous to know what his best friend was thinking. The older boy turned his head towards the smaller figure and gave him a small smirk. Naruto smiled relieved. He didn't know why he felt nervous, or why he relaxed once that teme smirked at him, but he had this sick feeling his stomach. He felt the urge to ask what the idiot was thinking, knowing that it must be darker than usual. But he didn't yet he wished he did when he had the chance.

Naruto sighed, his head pounding and stomach turning. He once again looked over to Sasuke only to find him walking towards him. Naruto looked up at the standing figure of his friend and tensed up slightly when he felt arms around him.

"You're like the brother Itachi never was," came the low whisper. Naruto's eyes widen in shock. He smiled at Sasuke's now retreating back, in a daze.

"That sure was random," another voice whispered. But it was far too low, even for Naruto's fox like hearing. The dangerous red orbs latched onto Naruto's body. Those goddamn orbs watched him like the very prey he was.

Naruto froze in his sitting position. He felt someone watching him and he had the sudden urge to run, and that is what he did. He snapped up from his position and ran towards his teammates. He would be there. Well, at least he thought so.

The unknown figure chuckled at his new prey actions. "It's time for you to be tamed my fox." he said, his red eyes glinting in the shadows of the tree. It was time for the fox to meet its master.

Naruto ran as quickly as he could to the campsite, the feeling of being watched never left him. He didn't feel good at all. His muscles were beginning to cramp up, his head ach got worse, his stomach kept turning, and he felt as if he was going to throw up. He felt SICK.

'Just like the Queen did in her diary,' he mused. He tried to ignore the pain, but as soon as he arrived to safety, all that he had ate that day and the day before, had dared to exit his body through his throat. Now he just felt weak and annoyed as the headache subdued, and his stomach relaxed yet growled in hunger. His throat felt raw and his muscles struggled to relax as he leaned against the tree near his tent. He just needed rest. He walked into his tent and fell against the pillow, easily ignoring the acidic smells being released from his abused throat.

He hates being sick. He hates being weak. He hates throwing up. He hated how tired he felt and how torn up he felt. He looked like the child he was, if not younger.

He fell asleep as soon as his head connected with the pillow. Not to reopen his eyes until the sky grew a dark blue color.

Weeks passed since that incident, and they were only a day away from their destination: The Rose Village. Tora had fallen silent for the past few days, only choosing to speak to answer questions or give commands. Naruto knew something was up.

She had forced him to read from the journal every night. They learned some horrible truths. Once the queen had met Arnold, everything went downhill. Arnold found her to be easy prey and manipulated her to do his bidding's whenever he had the chance, which was usually only when Inutaisho aka Inu wasn't around. They had a strange feeling that this awful man had something to do with the formal queen death.

It made most of the people present sick to their stomachs. Naruto was now feeling better but his stomach would easily get upset at the sight or mention of food. The name Arnold also made it upset, and Naruto didn't know why. He breathed in deeply and walked besides the princess and watched her twirl around in circles. This time she was wearing a white dress with a wide green sash that started under her bosom. Her hair was in pigtails and her shoes were black ninja sandals. On her back was a sword with the red kanji for warrior on the black handle. No one knew where she got the sword. 'Probably from the last village,' the Konoha ninjas thought. They had grown tired from traveling nonstop for 3 days, so they found themselves extremely lucky when they had found a village.

The village was very fruitful in almost everything, and they all knew Tora as the mistress. None of them seemed too happy seeing her in their territory. Though they treated the Konoha ninjas as they would any wandering traveler, they treated Tora with fear and caution. One look from Tora would cause them to either glare or run. Naruto sighed. This village reminded him too much of his treatment in Konoha.

And that was a big NO in his book.

They only stayed in the village from 6am to midnight. They restocked on food, water, and weapons. Using their fear against them, Tora managed to buy most of her gear at half price. During the short lived break, she bought herself from fresh set of clothing, just like the many other members of the group.

Tora had bought herself a pair of jeans that had white swirls at the base of the pants, and a cropped star at the back pockets. Another pair of pants was bought, only this time it was a looser pair that was more suitable in battle. These pants were black, had 6 pockets for easy storage, with snag proof button flaps to close/hide the objects. The pant were loose enough to train in, but tight enough not to flap. Flapping material can screw up a jutsu or technique if it catches on fair or gets caught up in a branch, etc. Two shirts were also bought. One was a cream colored Chinese style, with blue swirls and strips of red. The other shirt was once again black, with stripes of red at the rims and collar of the shirt. On her way to pay, she grabbed a pair of fishnet, fingerless, red gloves, and fireproof black gloves. A pair of black boots was necessary, along with a dagger and sword.

Anko, the lovely snake mistress, indulged herself in weapons. Once all her ninja gear was restocked, she headed towards the dagger, knife, and sword area. Nothing seemed to catch her eye, until she caught sight of a double edged sword with a metal handle. Next to it was a booklet, flipping through it, she quickly learned that she could infuse chakra into it to transform the blades. Grinning, she picked up the feather light weapon with the booklet, and went over to the scroll section. After picking a variety of scrolls, she bought herself a black cloak, and a roll of wires.

Iruka had been smart enough to buy a first aid kit. He didn't need to restock all his weapons like everyone else, seeing as he hasn't used most of them in a while, but they were in good shape. He bought himself a pair of loose green pants, a grey shirt whose sleeves reached his forearm, and some scrolls on foreign Justus. He looked over to Kakashi and frowned as the older man bought himself a couple of new editions of Icha Icha Paradise. Kakashi then walked over to him and his eyes roamed over the foreign Justus scrolls. Iruka watched him out of the corner of his eyes, not trusting his partner.

To distract himself, Iruka walked to the hidden weapons section. This section contained weapons that could change size under 5 seconds, and can be hidden easily under any type of clothing. Humming to himself, he let his fingers and eyes examine the collection, his face blank and his eyes intense. "Hello, may I help you?" came a rough voice. Iruka looked up in surprise at the taller male that now stood in front of him. The male's skin was a shade darker than Iruka's own, and his features were sharp yet soft at the same time. He wore a pair of leather pants and a tight blue shirt that showed off the 6 pack that was hidden underneath. Iruka smiled gently at the man then shook his head towards the question.

"Are you sure? I could tell you all you need to know about these special weapons and discounts are given to first time buyers," the man persisted. Iruka sighed and looked at the name tag attached: Arnold. This time Iruka accepted his offer of help, in order to get the man off his back, and to gain more knowledge on the unique weapons.

Arnold smiled. "Right this way," he whispered beside him, his left hand hovering over the arch of his back. Quickly moving away from him, Iruka flashed him a nervous smile as the older man led him to a weapon that looked rather harmless, but he has been wrong before.

"You see this can?" Arnold asked Iruka. Iruka flashed him a dark look but still nodded, already disliking the man even more than before. Arnold picked up the tin can that looked like a container of food, but in truth it was something far from it.

"This, my friend, is an explosive," he informed, "An explosive that is able to destroy anything within a 5 mile radius." Seeing that Iruka was no longer interested in the weapon, he moved on to the next weapon, but none seemed to catch his attention.

Arnold growled, this would be the first time he would be unable to make a sale to fools willing to spend their money. This upset him greatly, but noticed something after taking a good look at the young man. This man did not seem like a person that indulges in destruction or chaos. Arnold smirked, and took him to another section, which had an especially rare item that has the ability to heal people. Iruka followed the older male with a tired sigh, wishing to escape from the unwanted company.

Arnold tried to help him make a purchase, wanting his pay check to increase with every sale he made. "How about something like this?" Arnold pointed to a pendant. Iruka gave him a glare, his patience wearing thin. "Look, this is not an ordinary piece of jewelry," Arnold assured. Iruka's eyebrow twitched, but managed to force a smile on his angered face. "How so?" he hissed out.

'"This precious pendant comes from the mysterious land of Egypt, and has the ability to heal people with one touch." Iruka just snorted but took a look at it. It was a beautiful piece actually. It was the Eye of Horus that stared back at him, surrounded by a silver circular frame, with had other symbols of Egypt religion etched onto it. Connected to the piece of jewelry, was a silver snake chain that held it up. "It is a sight to behold," he commented ion a low voice. Arnold had grin, his eyes holding a dangerous light. "But I still don't believe that it has the power to heal." Arnold growled lowly, growing frustrated with his customer.

"But it does," he persisted. Iruka growled at him, he hated being lied to. "Prove it," he challenged with a fierce glare, a glare he usually reserved for his unruly students. Arnold hesitated for a second, and then nodded before he scanned the room. Sensing that the coast was clear, he took out a knife from a hidden pocket of his jeans, and slid the knife over his right wrist.

'He's left-handed,' Iruka observed with horrified eyes, struggling to look away as the older man tore open his flesh and as the blood began to drip down to the floor. "Now watch," Arnold commanded in a husky voice, and Iruka's hawk eyes latched onto the pendant in Arnold's tight grip.

Arnold attached the pendant to his wound, and for a moment everything was silent. For seconds nothing happened, and Arnold shook his head in irritation. "I forgot to mention you have to add chakra into the damn thing," he hissed out. Iruka remained silent and kept watching as chakra flooded the pendant and soon enough, after a moment, the wound, what use to be a large bleeding slit, was now closed. It looked as if the crazy salesman never had silted his arm, except for the blood left behind. "Do you believe me now?" Arnold said with a smug smile. Iruka scolded but nodded his head.

The salesman handed over the pendant, that to his surprise, was not smeared with blood. He almost smiled, until he remembered the bothersome man before him. "Thank for the brining my attention to this item," he commented, forcing his kindest smile onto his face. Arnold just smirked. "No, thank you for making my paycheck a little fatter with you purchase." Iruka smirked dangerously, "and who ever said I was making a purchase." Arnold stood there, planted to his spot as Iruka walked away from him.

Kakashi had watched the entire interaction with amusement. But he had a bad feeling about the scolding salesman… maybe he should keep an eye on that man, if he ever sees him again.

Sakura, along with Sasuke, Naruto, and Tora, was now in the weapon section. The section where Iruka had previously roamed. While the pink haired brat was busy marveling and imagining wielding some of the weapons being sold, Naruto was busy studying the weapons, asking himself questions, , and who could train him. Sasuke was doing the same, as for the princess…. she was just bored. The sight of weapons usually made her glow with some kind of happiness, always itching for a new strategy or thing to defeat her enemy or make her stronger. Something to put her village on top, make them climb the ladder of power even further. But all the weapons, even the rare ones were old news to her. Her village already had them, distributed among the students, and civilians, for protection. All of who were taught to properly wield them, in case the royals were unable to protect them, they could protect themselves. She really wondered why the other villages didn't do that, it made everyone safer. But then again, her villagers were loyal to the royal family, and actually lived in harmony. She truly was grateful for the life she was living, but outsiders, people outside her village, treated her like she was a child, a little priceless delicate doll. She hated the title of princess, and she would only use this title to make her enemies feel beneath her. She even used it to get her way on rare occasions. But still it didn't change the fact she hated the word with every fiber in her being.

She looked over at Naruto, he was a young lad with a lot to learn. He was also the easiest person to communicate with. Sasuke didn't seem to care about her title either, but he was more anti social than her older brother and that was saying something. Actually starch that, no one can be as anti-social as Sesshomaru, that socially retarded fool. Tora sighed, clutching the corner of her shirt. She missed her village, and they seemed to be taking too long to get to her destination, not to mention she still had a bad feeling about this trip.

She let her eyes roam over the weapons in boredom. She saw clubs, bows and arrow, swords, axes, arrowheads, spearheads, and so on. None of them could make her eyes light up in happiness like they use to. She let her hands roam over the already memorized weapons, letting a smile play on her face as she remembered the days of her youth. The days when she used to train with her mother, when her family was still happy and not secretly miserable. Another sigh escaped. This routine was getting old as were the memories of the death of her mother, who was once a lowly servant. A lowly servant who had become a Queen, then a mother, then a disgrace to her only daughter. Tora growled inside her head, and her grip on the tanto, an Asian blade tightened, until it cut into her finger tips. "I hate you," she harshly spat at the memory of her mother.

Then she grew silent, and dispatched her fingers from the blade. Using a ancient spell, the blade was once again shining, no blood in sight on the sword or from the once bleeding finger tips. Tora sighed and put her healed fingers in her pocket and walked away, as if nothing happened. No one witnessed her mini breakdown besides the cold weapons.

For those who are reading this, sorry for being late on updating.. again, but now that summer is here, the only thing stopping me would be my laziness and writer's block. This chapter has not seen a beta, and please note I do not care about time line. You see, some of th weapons I mention or will mention was invented long after the ninja era... but I just put it there for my amusement. So don't bring that up. The chapter is: 3,585 without the recap or AN in the start or end of chapter. I think that should make ya happy... for now. Imma try to add in some action doe I suck at those type of scenes. But I'll try for ya. Much love: Roxy aka Tiger159