Black and Yellow

Chapter – 1

Umm, Who are you?

Lurking through the darkness in the alley, a pair of cerulean blue eyes of a young 7yr old child who was hiding behind the trash can at a T-point. Why? Because it's 10th October today, the Kyuubi Festival, sadly his birthday too! Said child was hiding from a group of the mob who, no matter what, was always able to found him somehow. Why was the crowd after a 7yr old child? To harm him, to break his bones, To beat him to a pulp or if lucky to kill him. After hiding there for 10mins, "I think it's safe now; no one seems to look for me anymore in this part of the alley," the kid thought — a likely jinx. His body paled when he heard the knuckle-cracking behind his back. He gulped and turned around to find four bulky drunk adults – namely a butcher of the red light district, two guards of a restaurant, and one newbie chunnin with a half-face mask readying themselves to beat him.

"uh-oh," he said before a hand grabbed his t-shirt and pushed him towards the sidewall. The force was strong enough for a couple of hairline fractures to a 7yr old. Blood dripping from his nose after a haggard fall, he knew it's coming - the beatdown is coming; however, he could see one section of this alley nearing the 'Forest of Death,' which could save him if he could outrun these drunk people. "Why are you beating me? What did I do? I'm just a kid," he asked nervously with a blood-dipped sleeve. "You killed my daughter. You are no kid – you are a Demon brat, the reincarnation of Demon Fox," the butcher spat, sending another punch to brat's temple. By now, the said child was slowly losing consciousness, but he can't risk falling unconscious now; he cleared his head with a slight shake; it was throbbing after the punch. Standing with the support of a wall, he regained his senses. Three calculations ran in his mind – avoid another critical hit since he was already bleeding, outsmart the chunnin and jump over the fence bordering the 'Forest of Death.'

Leaning on the wall, he smiled and said, "Bring it on, old fart." That was the cue; the butcher, mad in his rage and drunken state, sent a punch to get rid of that smile. The kid ducked to make sure the force of the energy correctly connect to the wall, and it did with a shout of agony and pain. The butcher stumbled backward after his sense receptors sent a painful signal to his brain: one down, three to go. While ducking, he grabbed the stinking top of the trash can and sent it towards the two guards who were watching their butcher friend in pain. Their faces met with a pile of cat poop stuck to the steel cover of the can. He grabbed this window of opportunity and ran towards the end of the alley where forest fencing was. It took a couple of seconds for others to figure out what has just happened. The kid ran at his top speed towards the fence. Ignore the rageful shouts behind him; he slightly turned his neck to get a side view to see what those bullies were doing. The butcher was yelling; two guards pointed towards him with the can cover in their hands, while the newbie chunnin was already on his tail, although stumbling a little bit. The kind was running in a zigzag to avoid any direct hit and using nearby trash cans to his disposal.

With some 20mtrs left, the chunnin finally caught up to the kid and grabbed his collar with his left hand, and sent his right elbow to the kid's back. The excruciating painful jerk on his backbone sent the kid rolling on the ground for 5mtrs. Another crack – might not be hairline this time. With a smile spreading on his face after his powerful hit, the chunnin called his group members, walking towards the brat, "come on, fellas; we finally have the brat in the corner. Let's finish him once and for all." He was angry because, just like the butcher's daughter, his father was also killed in the Kyuubi attack, so his revenge for killing this demon brat was justified – in his thoughts only.

Meanwhile, the kid tried to get up after a painful hit, blood coming out from his mouth and nose. He was still 15mtrs away from the fence, and his other three tormentors were approaching fast. Only one thing came to his mind as he was getting up before the other three men join the chunnin; he closed his palm and hit the standing chunnin forcefully in the balls. The said man's eyeballs rolled as he leaned and fell while rubbing his crotch. The teary, helpless cerulean eyes met the brown eyes full of hate of the falling chunnin. "I'll remember you, asshole," the kid whispered before standing up and running with full force towards the fence, leaving a bloody trail behind. The forest wall was higher than he expected, so jumping over it was out of the question. So, he quickly crawled under the iron wires and tried to cross the boundary, only finding his lovely orange jumpsuit tangling into the iron cables. Seeing this and fearing to go near the forest boundary, the three adult drunks picked up whatever they could find within their vicinity and threw it towards the demon brat. Surprisingly, the weapons did hit their target. A flying brick hitting the ankle, a small sack full of rotten vegetables & cereals landing perfectly and heavily on the back, and the trash can cover meeting one of the knees. The kid screamed in pain but still tried to get rid of the wires and this mob. Finally, with his, all might the kid was on the other side of the fence. He turned one last time towards the men to remember their faces and ran further into the jungle.

After running for a while, he stopped and leaned against the bark of an oak tree. Exhausted, torn clothes, definitely a couple of fractures in his spine and ankle, hungry, thirsty, and full of pain, he sat slowly as his back was in pain, tears coming from those blue eyes. He sat there silently for a while, then looked towards the sky and said, "Kami, are you happy now? Is my suffering enough for you? Is this how you treat children across the worlds, or I'm the only one getting this exclusive treatment?"

"Kami doesn't reply, kit." awake from the sudden voice, the kid looked from one side to the other. No one was there. Was he dreaming? "No, you are not dreaming," he stood up, not caring for his pain and fatigue. There was someone here besides him, and he was responding to his thoughts. Who could be this powerful, a mind reader? "Yes," again he did it, responding to his thoughts. "Who are you?" The kid inquired with slight fear. After such an eventful night, he didn't have any more power to face another tormentor. "I'm not your tormentor! Not yet kit", the voice said. 'Shall I be happy or sad at the statement?' The kid thought. He gained some courage in his voice and asked again, "Who are you, Mr.? And why can't I see you?". Silence, no response, utter silence. "Thought so, just my mind playing games with me," the kid said out loud. "Yes and No." "Not again," fear rising again in his thoughts and body. He is being targeted, that chunnin has chased him in the forest of death, he thought. "Get a hold of yourself, kit. No one is chasing you. Sit down and close your eyes. Let's finally meet!"

And so he did; he sat down and closed his eyes, finding himself standing in a reddish/orange water-like but thick substance. No light or sight, just pitch darkness and coldness. He narrowed his eyes towards a direction from where a humming sound was coming. Moving towards it, he noticed that his legs are not wet with that substance, neither could he feel any pain from broken bones. Hell, he could even walk normally, although he received a flying brick to his ankle. Thinking all that, he kept moving until he reached a vast open space. He noticed a glowing circular diagram, which was immediately recognized. It was similar to what he used to see on his stomach in a mirror; the calligraphy was an exact match. "Come closer," he heard a deep voice, same as earlier but with much more power; much more authority even than Jiji – the third Hokage. As he came closer to the circle, pitch darkness slowly faded under the glowing circular diagram. He slowly looked and then gasped after finding what was inside that drawing. There lay the two-story-high and not sure how long, a fox with fur-heavy nine-tails, slightly curled to the upside at the end. Its eyes were redder than blood, and breaths were hotter as the sun. Fangs sharper than any kunai of the sword the kid has ever seen and long enough to rip apart his single-bedroom house apartment in less than a second. Claws, white as crystal and as sharp as its fangs.

"umm, who are you?" he knew the answer by now but didn't hesitate to ask a fourth time. "Naruto! Naruto Uzumaki, finally we meet", the fox responded, not answering the question. The kid who now has been identified as Naruto stuttered," Y-Y-You know me? Err. Mr-r-r. Fox?" legs trembling under the gaze of the fox. "Of course I know you. After all, you and I are together since your birth." "What?" surprised Naruto yelled. "Calm down and DO NOT SHOUT," came a very calm and dangerous reply from the fox. "I'm-I'm sorry for the outburst," Naruto responded. He sat down after the fox gestured towards a chair which came there out of nowhere. The fox looked, or better said, pierced through his gaze at the kid. The fox analyzed Naruto - blonde spiky hairs, a tad similar to a race from another universe, who were said to turn into giant apes on full-moon. Cerulean blue eyes, identical to his father but a couple of shades darker. Whiskers, narrowing his eyes on them; remove them and lengthen his hairs a bit, and he will be a counterpart of his father. Standing at 4ft. average height for his age, with an orange jumpsuit which was torn in places and was also hiding his thin or, better said, mal-nutrition physique. The fox snorted as his analysis, what a wasted piece of meat, till now!

Meanwhile, said blonde was analyzing the giant fox with his blue oculars. It was the nine-tail fox, no doubt about it. But what is he doing here (Naruto thought it to be 'he', given the depth in fox's voice)? Same calligraphic writing on the ground in front of him and his stomach. It also responds to his thoughts (which started a couple of minutes ago); it is enormous and powerful, that for sure, but why the said fox is gazing at him through those redder than blood eyes, it's dreadful. He was not sure of many things, but one thing which was coming to his mind repetitively that they both were connected, somehow. "Yes, we are", the fox cleared Naruto's thought on their connection. "Ho—? "his question was cut short with another reply. "Through this", the fox indicated towards the calligraphic writing. "This seal binds us together, or shall I say - bind me inside you." This piece of information was not something Naruto was expecting head-on. He was a kid, not a powerful one as of now, but indeed not an idiot one. Connecting the pieces, he concluded that this particular being is sealed inside his body, making him the so-called 'Demon brat' and the reason for his treatment through the hands of villagers.

Theories started formulating in his tiny brain; questions began to rise, uncertainties began to stir. He could finally know the truth behind why his life was tormented since he was at that orphanage, his history, about everything. "Don't put so much strain on your pity brain. You'll have your answers once I've mined", the fox answered before Naruto starts another outburst. "By now, you already know who I'm? For eons, I've been called by many names. The slayer of evil, the strongest Bijuu ever, King of Bijuus, Devil incarnate, Nine-Tailed fox or Kyūbi no Kitsune. I'm the celestial god of the animal kingdom, brought to this world to maintain the balance between good and evil. You can greet me as Kyūbi-sama." Kyubi revealed. For a 7yr old kid, this much information was too much. His brain was already under a lot of strain since his mob incident. He needed some rest and answers. Knowing his mental state, Kyubi said, "Rest for now, kit, we'll talk again very soon." And with that, Naruto departures his mindscape and open his eyes under the same oak tree. The cool breeze swept through his face, forcing him to close his eyes as he experiences it. His pain was gone, his exhaustion was gone; however, his mental fatigue was there. Slight noises of the Kyubi festival were coming to his ears. Kyubi, yes the big bad wolf looking celes… something. And he graced the much-needed sleep with both arms and lost into his dream world where he was happy, and everyone around him was happy.

A/N: Welcome to this story. This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. This fic is going to be one hell of a journey of ups and downs. 2200 words for the intro chapter. More to come soon.