Kit or Fawn?
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D/C: I own nothing.
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"Yin-Kurama Speaking."
"Yang-Kurama Speaking."
'Naruto and Shikamaru's mental link to each other and to their respective Kurama's. Or to emphasize something.'
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Nothing ever goes according to plan.
Ever.
Itachi tightly gripped Sasuke's shoulder as they slowly walked through their home. Itachi had previously discarded his Anbu uniform when he saw his brother running through the compound at the wrong time. He was supposed to still be at the academy, training. Sasuke saw too much to be let loose around the compound at this time. Especially right now, not with the others are rounding up the elders of the clan.
Itachi reached behind his back to feel the sheath of his tanto, to ensure it was still there. He's going to need it for his plan and to ensure the mission is a success. Perhaps he could use it to his advent-
A sharp scream rang out through the home, Itachi was caught off guard and it was enough time to allow Sasuke to slip out of his grasp. Itachi ran after him, from the sound and looks of it, to their parent's room. He called out to his brother, to stop him from opening the door to the room. His eyes widen when he saw Sasuke open the door and letting out a scream of his own.
"Father!"
Standing over his heavily wounded father is a masked man holding a bloody katana. Sasuke froze in his spot, not able to take his eyes off the man. He didn't see how his mother is attempting to put pressure on her husband's wounds and yelling for him to run. The eight-year-old felt his world began to slow down around him, he could feel as if the image in front of him will forever be ingrained in the forefront of his mind. He suddenly felt someone pulling out of the room. The movement allowed him to see his father reaching out towards him before the arm fell on the ground and Fugaku's entire body went limp.
Once he was out of the room, Sasuke's entire body shook as shock began to set in. His hands shakily went up to his eyes and rubbed them. He felt himself start to cry but he swore he wasn't crying. Looking down at his hands, to see them covered in blood.
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The hairs at the back of Shikaku's neck kept raising up, he knew this feeling. He knew the purpose of that feeling. However, he couldn't help but feel as if something else is about to occur and he couldn't put a finger to it. He stood in the Hokage Tower as he waited for Team Weasel to return from their mission of retrieving the elders of the Uchiha Clan. Oh how long it took Itachi to find out about the possible Coup but at the same time…
The timing was too convenient.
Itachi is right about one thing, someone is pulling strings and there wasn't enough proof to prove it. For now, there is enough information to arrest the elders before they order the rest of the Uchiha Clan to go up against the village. Shikaku rubbed his chin as he let out a frustrated sigh, the last couple of years, Fugaku has been acting off. Far too off than the norm.
The only person that seemed to pick up on this, is Itachi. Mikoto has put her attention towards her sons and assumed her husband is worried about the recent changes occurring around the village. Sasuke is still too young to know the difference but Itachi… he knew right off the from the start, something is off about the man.
Snap.
Shikaku's eyes snapped open, he looked out the window to see the moon shining brightly up in the dark sky. He needed to get back home quickly. Without even giving the Hokage and the Village Elders a single glance, he opened a window and jumped through the rooftops to get back home.
In that instant, the entire village suddenly felt a sudden surge of familiar chakra fell upon the village and quickly the village start to light up as everyone started to quickly wake up. Shikaku suddenly felt two familiar chakra signatures chasing after him. Even with that, the Nara Head did not slow down.
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Kushina tightly gripped the chakra chains that wrapped around the monster that destroyed so many families, including hers. Despite the fact she's unable to use her legs, it doesn't mean she's weak. "Naruto! Shikamaru! Get out of here, NOW!"
Naruto is attempting to pull Shikamaru away the mangled body of what used to be the young Nara's mother. The blonde is crying his eyes out, he's still trying to comprehend what just happened and nothing was making sense. One moment, they were all getting ready for bed and the next thing that happened is Auntie Yoshino pushing him and Shikamaru out of the way and… so much blood. So much blood.
So much blood. Shikamaru tightly gripped his mother's corpse, sobbing uncontrollably. He kept rocking back and forth, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. Gripping his head harshly, grinding his teeth together harshly, and at this point, he doesn't know if he had knowingly or unknowingly tapped into Kurama's chakra. All he cared for is going after the monster that killed mom.
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The moment the intruder stepped foot into the Nara Compound, the clan quickly went on high alert. Several of those that were tasked to stand guard went to investigate to only be found dead. Several others quickly followed as they attempted to take him down. It quickly became known what the masked man target was. The main Nara household.
To be more specific, the boys.
One of the elders of the clan quickly ran towards the home to warn the household, and just as he opened the door, he was stabbed in the back. This was the first thing Yoshino saw and she gripped her head as a sudden headache came over her that nearly caused her to topple over. It took Kushina yelling at her to move, it was when the Nara Matriarch saw the masked man target her son and her body moved on it's on…
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Obito's eye widens when he suddenly pushed out of the Nara home. The force alone was enough to have him spit out blood, cursing the fact he might now have a broken rib. He looked up to see the Nara Jinchuriki crouching in the hole of the wall he just created. The Jinchuriki has a charka cloak that looked reminiscent to the Nine-Tailed Fox… perhaps he could use this to his advan- Oh no…
Shikamaru picked up Obito's now broken mask, he let out a snarl as he looked up back up at his mom's murderer. An unknown at first glance, his smell is unfamiliar, and nothing was making sense. The only thing that is making sense, is that he needed to remember the face of the man that destroyed his life.
To be continued…
R/R