Underlined speech is thought.

Italicized speech signifies emphasis put on words or a change in tone. You should be able to figure it out from the choice of words and the character.

CAPITALIZED SPEECH IS YELLING.

These are … interruptions in …speech caused … by things …like laughing,…crying, thought,.. and…others.

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Bold words are author notes.

(Previously on "The Ultimate Shinobi." Arashi and the other man clashed fiercely. A volt of lightning sparked off of their attacks each time they connected. Minutes later, the events of the whole day were revealed to be a set up. After some conversation with the cloud group, Hinata and Arashi headed for Kumo. The first thing they did was meet up with the Raikage after a run-in with Yugito. Both he and Arashi entered a contest of strength without warning. It was then revealed that Hinata will be left alone in Kumo for training. Yugito walked in and was asked to take Hinata to a spa; which was both eventful and relaxing. As she remained unaware of the days to come, Arashi readied himself for his version of revenge.")

"Arashi's Past"

Yippee, my story has finally regained it's glory from before the chapter 32 incident. I hope I receive more reviewers soon.

I wonder how many people remember the original summary. If you do, then you should realize which part of it applies to Arashi by now. If you don't, it is in the first chapter.

Arashi was very happy that he decided to make a windbreaker part of his usual outfit. Not only did it work wonders for reducing the wind-chill factor, but it was a light and comfortable alternative to keeping the rain off. This is what went through his mind he saw foreboding rain clouds as his destination. The large village gates he saw beneath the clouds were even more foreboding. "I wonder how difficult Hanzō-shishō is going to make even getting to him. That man has always been very paranoid." Arashi dropped off of his stone perch and made a beeline for the gates across an open field.

Flashback.

"Okaa-san." A young boy no older than seven latched onto the leg of a woman with mid-length dark hair with occasional dark blond streaks that blended in well with the darker hair. She looked down at the child with kind dark green eyes. "There you are Arashi-chan. How has your day been?"

"Look at this Okaa-san." Arashi closed his eyes and reopened them. Instead of them being hazel, his eyes became light blue.

"Oh, looks like you are growing up. Maybe I should start calling you Arashi-kun now?" The woman gave him a small smile. "It doesn't look like a lakes surface like your father's does yet. It will be a while before you master the Keikigan."

Arashi gave his mother a wide smile. "I'll have this down by time I'm nine."

"Are you sure about that Arashi-chan? Your father says that he was fourteen before he could completely master his Keikigan. Your sister is twelve and still hasn't mastered hers. You shouldn't get your hopes too high."

"But Otou-san said that high hopes are the key to happiness. If you fail, you can make a new goal and try for that. It is always better than not trying at all."

The woman chuckled into her hand. "It sounds like you are quoting your father word for word. Why don't you try coming up with something new yourself." Arashi spent a few seconds thinking before dragging his mother into another room of the house. This room was filled with colorful threads and sewing needles. After being brought to a chair, the woman sat down on it. "You want to make it, don't you Arashi-chan?"

"Hai Okaa-san." He cutely climbed onto the chair and sat at her lap and shifted a few times.

His mother chuckled at his actions. "Arashi-chan is a surprising child. When he is with me, he acts like a three-year-old. When he is with his father, he is like a little teenager." She broke her musings and smiled down at him. "What do you want to make."

"A white pillow with red words and pink lace."

"Alright Arashi-chan." She pulled out two rectangular pieces of cloth and placed them to the side. She also pulled large amounts of cotton. Once those where out, she pulled out the string and lace they would need.

They started by placing the pieces of cloth on top of each other with in between at three of the sides. The woman watched closely as Arashi carefully sealed the three sides with a thin white string. Because he started doing this with her since he was four, he made few mistakes that she needed to call him on. When he reached the middle of the last side, the door opened. On the other side was a young girl. She looked at the scene with apathy. "You shouldn't spoil Gaki like that Okaa-san."

Arashi stopped and glared at the girl. "My name is Arashi Haru-nee."

"You'll always be Gaki to me."

She closed the door before she could see Arashi stick his tongue out at her. He pouted for a few seconds before returning to his work. Once the third side was finished, he stuffed in the cotton and sewed the pillow shut with the last bit of lace added in. He then began sewing words into the top left of the pillow. With the guidance of his mother, he managed to finish the phrase he had in mind. "If you sleep with love, then your rest will be hearty. Now I understand why you wanted to make a pillow."

"Can you put it on my bed for me Okaa-san? I want to go out and play." The woman smiled as the excitable child ran out of the building. Outside of his home, Arashi ran through the open area. Although there weren't many people in his clan thanks to wars, they lived in a larger than needed compound. If it wasn't needed, a new house wasn't built. This was the reason for the open space.

Arashi ran around the area with his arms spread wide, occasionally falling down on purpose. During one of those falls, he bumped into the leg of a much larger person. The seven-year-old looked up at the imposing figure. His clothing was a very simple black outfit. The only identifying feature was a re-breather that covered nearly all of his face. "Watch where you are going gaki."

Arashi trembled in placed as the man walked by him. He looked around many times, surveying the village. Those who saw him ran into their homes. He continued to look around. "Arashi-chan." The child turned to his mother who was leaning out of the door.

Arashi finally moved in reaction to his mother's voice. He quickly ran for the refuge of his home. Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters remained before he could reach his mother. After three more steps, he found himself lifted into the air. "I wonder."

"LET GO OF HIM!" Arashi watched as his mother charged for him before being quickly brought to the ground.

The man firmly stomped on her abdomen, causing her to gasp out. "STOP HURTING OKAA-SAN!" Arashi tilted his head and bit firmly onto the man's hand.

He looked at this as if it were only an insect bite. "You seem to be the perfect subject for my little experiment."

He lifted his foot off of the woman and walked away with Arashi still biting his hand. "GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!"

The man slapped her to the ground with the back of his free hand. "Don't worry woman. Your gaki will be returning here. I can't promise that it will be soon though." The man laughed as he continued to walk away. He sidestepped out of the way of some shuriken that landed at his feet. "What is it now?"

He turned his head to see a man with shifting blue eyes charging straight for him. "OTOU-SAN!"

"LET GO OF MY SON!" The stranger tossed Arashi to the ground and stood between father and son. The father tried to attack, but each punch and kick was easily evaded. The stranger looked as if he was dancing around the offense.

Arashi could only watch as the fight continued. Rarely did the stranger ever use his hands to aid in avoiding an attack. "You can beat this guy Otou-san."

Once the father had the village at his back and was sure that Arashi wouldn't be in the path of attack, he started running though hand-seals. "FIRE STYLE: MULTI-CANNON BLAST JUTSU!"

Five large and dense fireballs were shot out of the man's mouth. The stranger stood there and went through his own hand-seals. "Water Style: Raining Wall." Water from the very humid air condensed and began to cycle around the stranger. "So he wants to play with fire."

Knowing that a water jutsu was coming, the father was already preparing his next jutsu. As the water fell to the ground, he slammed his hands onto the ground. "EARTH STYLE: TREACHEROUS TERRAIN!"

A trail of large spiking earth made its way to the other man, who was in the middle of his own hand seals. He also slammed his hands onto the ground. "Summoning Jutsu." A large cloud of smoke filled the area. The rocks were destroyed by what looked like a long slender tail.

When the smoke cleared, a salamander as tall as Arashi's house and seven times as long appeared. Arashi's father looked up at this while gritting his teeth. "This isn't good. That summoning looks pretty strong."

"Fighting you was fun, but I am going to end this." The salamander took in a deep breath before spewing out a jet of blue flames. With no time to perform a jutsu, the father had to dodge. The flames luckily didn't reach any of the houses.

Just as the father regained his footing, the stranger was already behind him. A well placed knee in the chin lifted him from the ground. A kick in the stomach sent him flying before landing and rolling on the ground. The salamander lifted one of its feet before slamming it on the man's ribs with enough force to crack the earth bellow him. Drops of blood flew out of his mouth and landed on the beast's foot. Despite his pain, the father tried to remove the large foot, to no success. He then ran though some hand-seals. "Fire Style: Multi-Cannon Blast."

The five fireballs exploded on contact with the salamander's skin. The beast hissed at him as if it were merely annoyed. "That won't work. Now it is time for your last breaths." The father tried to start up some hand-seals, but he was stopped by a kunai into his heart that was quickly pulled out. "Too easy."

At only seven years old, Arashi had to watch as his father was killed. It only got worse as the salamander took some steps back and used its mouth to pick up the man by his head. The beast flicked his body in the air multiple times to bring him further into its mouth. As soon as his feet disappeared, the beast disappeared the same way it appeared. Tears flowed freely down Arashi's face as his expression became one of disbelief. The victor walked straight for him. Arashi crawled backwards, but barely put up any distance. "No, it can't be. Otou-san can't loose. He is the strongest in the world. He can't loose."

"You are mine gaki." The man gave Arashi a jab in the solar plexus that knocked him out. He ran away with the sound of a woman wailing behind him. He only chuckled at the sound. "What a slow reaction."

After an indiscernible amount of time spent unconscious, Arashi slowly opened his eyes. Even though they opened, he saw only darkness. He tried to move, but he was tied to a tall and thin rock. He tried to push against the rock, but he only succeeded in chafing his skin with the ropes. He spoke franticly. "W-where am I?"

The sound of that man's dark laughter made his blood run cold. "It looks like the subject of my experiment is awake." After the sound of a snap, florescent green light provided Arashi with a close up view of his captor. "I wonder if you'll even survive to the conclusion."

Arashi failed in his attempt to create distance thanks to the rock behind him. "W-what do you want?"

"It's really simple. Not too long ago, I had one of the most interesting fights in my life against three Konoha shinobi. For a long time, I have heard that their strength comes from fighting for their comrades. I thought this was foolish for a long time, but those three made me curious. This is where you come in."

Arashi calmed down thanks to his confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I'll give you a choice right now. Choice one, you can return to your village. Choice two, you come with me and take part in my experiment. Be warned, each choice has consequences."

"What are consequences?"

"If you chose to return to your village, I will kill everyone there; including your mother." Arashi's eyes widened. The recent memories that he lost because of shock returned to him. He pushed against the rock in an attempt to get at the man who murdered his father. "It looks like the gaki has some fight left in him. You just may be the perfect subject."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXPERIMENT! LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE!"

"That is the thing gaki. If you want your family to live, you have to voluntarily become the subject of my experiment. It's the only way you can possibly save them."

Arashi stopped struggling and looked down with tears collecting under his eyelids. A few seconds passed before he spoke with defeat in his voice. "I'll do it."

The man released a hum of satisfaction. "Good. Now for a few ground rules. If you break them too many times, this deal will end and your family will die. First off, you will address me how I tell you and no other way. Second, don't let your progress become unsatisfactory. Third, don't fail to carry out anything I demand out of you. The last one is the most important. Break this rule once and I will kill your family. Don't die."

Arashi turned cold from those two words. "Something tells me that the forth will be the hardest rule to follow."

"Now for my first demand. What is your name gaki?"

The seven-year-old collected himself and glared at the man. "Arashi Ayama."

The man let out another grunt of satisfaction. "My name is Hanzō, but you will call me Hanzō-shishō. Never forget this."

Arashi gritted his teeth for a second. "Hai Hanzō-shishō."

At the end of his words, the rope holding him to the rock was cut away from him. "Follow me gaki." Arashi clenched his fists at the man purposely calling him that. As he followed the man, Arashi found himself walking out of a cave's entrance. "I am going to leave a nice little trail that even you should be able to follow. My home is a five days walk from here without rest. I expect you to be there in three days or else. These should help you get started." The man tossed a ration bar into Arashi's hands and dropped a small canteen. In the next moment, Hanzō was gone. The only evidence of him being there was a long straight trail of upturned earth.

With nothing else to go on, Arashi began running along this path with the supplies Hanzō left him in his hands. Thanks to what his father taught him about being conservative, he knew that he shouldn't start out at full speed. He ate the entire ration bar slowly and drank the water just as slowly. Arashi jogged all through the night. At what he guess was a few hours before dawn, he found another ration bar and water canteen. Arashi picked it up and allowed himself to slow down a bit. "If this is supposed to be breakfast, he's underestimating me."

With half a day to spare, Arashi was able to reach his destination. Doing so left him very exhausted however. He was still annoyed at how easy Hanzō made it for him. Looking up, he could see many tall and thin metallic buildings reaching into the sky. The sky itself was completely blotted out by dark rain clouds. He stumbled in and made his way to the street. Two men appeared in front of him and blocked his path. "Halt, provide the documents stating that you have a right to visit Ame."

These words effectively made Arashi angry. He prepared himself for yelling at them. "Stop it. This boy has my permission for entry." Arashi's voice was stopped cold and the men turn around and bowed.

"Our apologies Hanzō-sama. We where not aware."

Hanzō ignored them and began to walk away. "Follow me gaki." His tone made it clear that it wasn't a request. Arashi did as he was told. As he followed his father's killer, Arashi was overwhelmed by how gloomy the village was. The metallic buildings and the grey sky cast a blanket of despair over everything he looked at. Even if a beam of sunlight made it through; the fact that its existence is fleeting made it sadder.

After a few minutes of walking, both arrived at a building that was a bit taller and wider than all the other buildings. It was still just as gloomy as the others. "If Hanzō doesn't kill me, the lack of color will."

Arashi clenched his fists in frustration as he walked into the building behind Hanzō. It would be so easy to attack the man, but Arashi was smarter than that. No matter how skilled it was, Arashi knew that he would never get an attack in on the man. He settled for looking around the building. Compared to the grey world outside, the inside was far more inviting, though not as much as his own home. Arashi noticed a maid working on keeping the rooms clean.

He followed Hanzō to a stairwell and up it. As they did this, Arashi noticed another maid pass by them. Unlike the previous one, this maid was about as old as he was. Arashi slowed down so he could get a better look. "Gaki."

Arashi caught up and glared at Hanzō's back as his fist trembled in a combination of anger and fear. They continued up two more flights of stairs and entered that floor. Arashi followed him until he opened a door and walked away without a word. As soon as Arashi closed the door, he dropped to the floor and began exercising with the tears he was holding back finally flowing out of his eyes. "I can't sit here and do nothing. I have to get stronger so I can make Hanzō pay."

Much time passed as the young Arashi exhausted every muscle he could think of and then some. He was in the middle of struggling with a sit-up when the door opened. Arashi sat up with an easier method and glared at the doorway in preparation for Hanzō's appearance. He continued glaring for two seconds as it took him that long to realize that it wasn't Hanzō at the door. "Gomen, I didn't know that you didn't want to be disturbed."

Arashi reached out his hand. "Wait." He couldn't believe his eyes. It was the very same girl that he was looking at in the stairwell. When she turned to face him, he was able to get a better look. She had dark brown hair that went just below her shoulders. The hair became reddish brown near the end. Her clothes were loosely fitting grayish-blue blouse and matching pants. The sleeves were rolled up, showing that she was recently cleaning something that involved the using or the presence of water. Her eyes were a light shade of brown. "I-I didn't mean to glare at you. I thought that you were him." The distaste in his voice was obvious to anyone but a deaf man. "My name is Arashi Ayama. What is yours?"

"My name is Kyoko. Hanzō-sama told me that I am going to be your caretaker and have to give you anything you want. It's my only duty now."

Arashi blinked stupidly a few times. "Well, I could use a lot of water right now Kyoko-chan."

"Hai Arashi-sama." Kyoko bowed before closing the door. "He is nicer than I thought he would be."

Arashi returned to his glaring. "What is that jerk doing? Am I that important to his experiment?" His expression changed to a smile. "Kyoko-chan does seem nice though."

It took me forever to write this chapter. I guess I have more trouble when dealing with gloomier aspects of my story. I hope that people enjoyed seeing a different Arashi for this chapter. Despite the next chapter's title, Arashi won't meet Pein in it. It is just more of Arashi's past.

Next Chapter: Love.

Random Question: Does anyone know where I got the names Haru and Kyoko. (Hint, I got them both from the same anime.) If you do figure it out, don't complain about the personalities not matching. They aren't supposed to be the same.