Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and gang. Just playin' with 'em ;P. Any OCs you see in the story are mine.
Notes: I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry. Life has been rather hectic these days, and my writing has been mostly like crap, and, I know its not much of a reason, so I apologize. I know how it is to keep people waiting, for I, once again, say sorry and give my sincere thanks to all those who've reviewed, and gave me the extra incentive to finish up this chappy. It's abit unpolished, but it's a whopping 13 pages long, something I never thought possible with my little patience. Anyhoo, enjoy the fic!
Chapter Thirteen: Shadow unleashed, Dark revelations
"Narashi!" Haku shook the blonde, but he only stared ahead blankly, seemingly unresponsive. "Narashi!"
The cross laid embedded in the ground nearby, having missed its target.
The man on the cross laughed heartily. "Hohoho! What do we have here? A ninja who faints in the middle of the battle? Pathetic!"
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and stared hardly at the stranger. "Who are you, and why do you attack us?"
"Gutsy one, I say. Kin Juujikei is my name," he replied, a crazed grin appearing on his face." And killing that little Prince over there is my game!"
-/-/-/-
UZUMAKI! DON'T YOU DARE LET YOUR CONTROL DOWN YOU BRAT! Kyuubi smashed against the unmoving bars ragingly, his red eyes alit with worry. Flames licked his teeth, bursting out in small, bright sparks.
Naruto stood a distance from the agitated fox. He stood there with the murky water slowly swirling around his knees. The boy trembled violently, his hands balled up in quivering fists while his eyes remained wide and unseeing. The towering shadows circled in long, crude strokes, whispering hauntingly into his ear.
Their dark song caressed the blonde's soul, tickling it with dark fingers. It touched him and roamed across the boy's pale skin, licking him with a invasive rub.
Rape. Murder. Death.
Naruto dropped on his knees. He grabbed his head, digging his fingernails into his hair and whimpered. The shadow howled, rising and enveloping the crying boy.
UZUMAKI! bellowed Kyuubi. NARUTO!
Naruto looked down at the shivering water, seeing in a morbid and delirious fascination as his reflection shimmered and juddered violently, slowly shifting into the man he had just seen: Kin Juujikei.
The man had a long, sharp chin. Unkempt brown hair fell in long, dirty locks down his face while his eyes peeked through, glinting a deranged yellow. He leered sadistically, revealing his white teeth that shone ominously in the light. . .
. . .moonlight fell on his captor's hair, slowly inching across the man's skin as a ghastly, eerie glow. His wild, yellow eyes were ablaze with a sadistic delight while he trailed the kunai on Naruto's skin, carefully breaking the tender skin into a bleeding mass of intricate patterns. . .
Naruto tried to closed his eyes, but the raging shadow grabbed his eyelids and forced them apart while holding him down. The boy stared wide-eyed at his memories as it flickered wildly between his present attacker and his past torture.
The eyes. The teeth. The long, lop-sided leer.
THEY ARE ONE; BOTH ARE SAME. KILL HIM; HE KILLED YOU! PAIN HIM; HE PAINED YOU! STAB HIM; HE STABBED YOU!
"No. . ." shuddered Naruto, shaking his head. He swiped the water angrily, refusing to look at it, but the reflection soon reformed back to the flickering loop of haunting imagery, taunting the boy. "Revenge is purposeless. . ."
REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE! KILL KILL KILL! MURDER HIM RAPE HIM RIP HIS PUNY BODY INTO TINY PIECES!
Naruto screamed, huddling into a tight ball as the shadow loomed over him, excluding a sickly malicious aura. It grabbed the boy, slamming him into a wall. The concrete crumbled into pieces of granite blocks. Naruto groaned as a fine mist of grey dust enveloped him. Then the shadow pulled him out, flinging the limp figure downwards: its long arm arcing wickedly as it brought the blonde into the ground with a resounding splash. It howled; throwing its head backwards while opening its grotesque mouth in a gaping hole to reveal an inky darkness that slowly melted away into the face of Naruto's nightmare.
The monster's head darted forward, shoving its head into the blonde's petrified face with an insane shriek.
SUMMON YOUR POWERS! CRUSH HIS SOUL! SLICE HIS SKIN BREAK HIS BONES! CALL YOUR STRENGTH AND SMASH HIS BODY!
The head spun on its neck dizzily, whirling into a shapeless blur. Its vine-like tendrils wrapped themselves around the blonde in a silken cocoon, before parting at the front, tearing Naruto's shirt to reveal his throbbing scar.
HURRY HURRY HURRY! it cackled.
Then the beast opened its mouth impossibly wide, letting a long, pale arm slink disgustingly out of the gap. The fingers wriggled, tickling Naruto's nose before melting away into a long brand, with its ominous cross-shaped end held high above the blonde. The monster's neck split apart horizontally, stretching into a shark-like grin.
REVENGE REVENGE DEATH DEATH DIE! it rambled madly, before bringing the brand down onto Naruto's shaking chest. The blonde screamed, struggling wildly against his bonds.
Blood flowed out from ears, his eyes, his mouth and nose. His scar dissolved into a festering mass of charred flesh.
Kyuubi stared in a helpless horror, thrashing wildly against the bindings that confined him. His felt his chakra being drained, seeping out into the darkness in long, twisting strands.
The shadow laughed as it grabbed in the purple chakra. A thick, black veil slowly inched onto the bristling purple energy, as if it were devouring it.
SING TO ME, UZUMAKI! screamed the monster, before descending on the frozen blonde, wrapping him in swirling black and yellow.
/-/-/-
Kakashi ducked and lunged forward, thrusting his kunai into the thick mist. The faint, taunting laughter of Momochi Zabuza drifted to his ears.
"See how weak you are when your sight is robbed?" The missing-nin flicked a shuriken at the Konoha jounin with a lazy twist of his fingers.
The silver-haired shinobi stepped back, leaning his head sideways to avoid the projectile. A single bead of sweat rolled down his face, past the spinning orb of his sharingan.
"Is that all you have? The copycat nin, defeated by this small mist?" The ex-mist ninja shook his head, disappointed. "Well, then, Hatake. . .I will take that sharingan out of your unworthy hands!"
"Sight is not the most important skill of a hunter, Zabuza," murmured Kakashi, jumping to his left, dodging the swing of his opponent's sword. His hair swayed in the cold breeze left in the weapon's wake.
The mist parted, dissolving into tattered strands to reveal the cold, deathly eyes of the Devil.
Then the mist re-sealed, breaking the temporary lull in the battle.
Kakashi bent low, his eyes distant and unfocused. The jounin's legs kicked down, hard, pushing him backwards to avoid the downward swing of Zabuza's sword.
React, do not think. Push back your rational self and allow your instincts to control your movements. In the arts of survival, your body will know best. Never forget that, Kakashi. . .
A small, pensive smirk pressed against the veil as Kakashi begun his breathing techniques his sensei had taught him.
Hai, Arashi-sensei.
Then the jounin fell into the deep, billowing folds of his mind. He shivered slightly as the silky material brushed against him, enveloping him a cool, calming whisper.
He felt his muscles twitch, then explode into a vigorous flurry of activity. His vision flashed with a multitude of vivid colours, filling him with a dizzy excitement.
Kakashi felt absolutely alive. Adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream, heightening his senses by a hundredfold.
His unconsciousness came forward, seeping out in large, copious drops. His fingers twisted and parted, quickly forming seals while his body ducked and jumped, furiously dodging the mist-nin's attack.
Zabuza growled, as he swung his sword, yet missing for another time while the Konoha jounin leapt away from his attack. The ground exploded into a fine blanket of dust, but the shinobi shrugged it off, staring forward as he dashed towards Kakashi.
His blade was a white, blurred arc as it swiped downwards. Kakashi sidestepped, his eyes still blank and unfocused. Zabuza gave no pause as he forced the sword out the ground in a quick spin. His blue apparel became a whirling flicker; his weapon a thin, razor-sharp streak.
Kakashi crouched, lunging low behind his opponent. A frustrated, yet delighted snarl drifted to his ears. He spun around, twisting his body sideways to dodge a dangerous slash. The jounin leant backwards, using his chakra to tighten his knees joints while he hovered in a low diagonal position above the floor to avoid a second attack.
Then Kakashi hopped back upright, his hand slipped into his vest with a faint rustle, carefully pulling out a small, tightly-rolled scroll. His fingers deftly broke the seal while he kicked hard into the ground, launching himself backwards.
His eyes were narrowed with a feral glint. Unrolling the scroll and slamming it onto the floor, the ninja bit his other hand, pricking one finger to smear a splat of blood onto the inside of the scroll.
"Not all hunters need sight, Zabuza," he called out loudly when his fingers formed the final seal. "Kuchiyose: Kontserun Ninmenjuush no jutsu! (Summoning Technique: Familiar-Master Beast Merge!)"
Kakashi felt his vision blur, then focusing, lengthening into a longer sight-range. His world was distorted, slowly melding into a black and white picture. He felt his ears pricked up, twitching at any faint rustles that signalled his opponent's movement.
A whoosh of air. The dim, light taps on the hard ground, rattling loudly in his ears as they became louder, and louder, and louder. . .
Then a large sword sliced cleanly through the wet veil, descending onto the jounin's head. It suddenly stopped, held back a fraction away from the ninja's skull by an unyielding kunai.
The mist thinned, reveal a faintly-panting Zabuza, his hands wrapped tightly around the onyx handle of his sword. He pressed forward, but was pushed back. His eyebrow-less eyes scanned his opponent, widening slightly when he met the snow-white iris and diamond-shaped pupil of Kakashi's right eye, glowing brightly beside the ever-spinning sharingan.
"The fun begins, Momochi."
/-/-/-
Protect the client with your life.
The single command of his sensei echoed loudly in Sasuke's mind. He held his kunai firmly, pressing down a nervous tremor that threatened to shake his whole body.
Sakura stood beside him, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. Her emerald orbs flashed with slight fear as she readied her shurikens.
Isutuki Yori stared at them, a bored look on his face. His brown, beady eyes were unreadable as he lazily shifted on his legs. His white clothing hung loosely on his body, wrapping around the slightly fat frame of the ninja.
"So, how do you wish to die? Crushed or fried?" the man asked, laughing at his own joke. Then he narrowed his eyes and crouched, his legs poised to jump. "I guess it doesn't matter anyway, my genins. You'll still die."
Sakura trembled faintly, her knees about to lock up in fear when a soft jolt on her arm jerked her back to reality. She looked up to see a calm Sasuke, focused on their opponent.
"Daijoubu, Sakura," the Uchila heir spoke softly before giving her a reassuring squeeze.
The girl smiled at the rare show of concern by her team-mate. and nodded gratefully. Conviction returned to her eyes.
Yori smirked. His thick fingers criss-crossed, forming different seals in a quick order while the genins waited for him to make his move.
"Kakuchou no jutsu! (Enlargement no jutsu)" he yelled, before leaping high into the air
Sasuke and Sakura jumped away from each other, skidding sideways to a stop as they stared in amazement a large object crashing into their previous position. The ground cracked and trembled. Dust swirled around the rising silhouette.
Sasuke widened his eyes in shock as the thick, brown cover slowly settled to reveal a grinning Yori. He was growing bigger and taller, ballooning to twice his original size. His clothes, once loose-fitting, were once almost tight, wrapping nicely around the man's new size.
"Let's play, children!"
Yori threw a fist at Sasuke while jumping out of the crater. He missed, but continued charging. The Uchila heir ducked a second attack, thrusting forward with his kunai. The metal blade pierced in deep, but Yori gave it no thought as he swung his arm downwards, smashing the ground.
Sasuke strafed and leapt high to avoid the other fist. He landed on Yori outstretched limb, running on the surprised shinobi's arm with a light, tapping footstep, lunging forward with a kunai aimed for the eye.
The ninja grabbed the genin in midair. Yori flung the boy away; his arm was a arcing blur as it tossed the genin onto the ground forcefully. Sasuke landed, hard, bouncing on the hard soil with loud grunts of pain as he slammed into a tree.
His vision was a dizzy blur. Sasuke looked up, unable to registering the looming shadow that crept over him like a blanket of ants.
"Slow, little boy, too slow." The large man towered over the boy, his face emotionless as he brought his giant fist down.
It was a slow second as it descended, before stopping abruptly. Yori cocked an eyebrow, his brown eyes meeting the spirited, emerald gaze of a pink-haired kunochi. Long, wild strands of blue-green chakra swirled around her, silently snapping at the tensed air around her. His arm was stuck in the nock between her crossed arms held high above her head.
He pressed on, shifting his enormous weight to lean on the girl. The ninja felt a grudging admiration for the girl as her petite body refused to budge.
Sasuke grunted as a sharp, cutting pain ran over his bruised ribs. A small, thin shadow of a smile appeared loosely on his lips when he saw Sakura defend him.
"Sakura. . ."
The kunochi gritted her teeth, inching her left hand sideways to shift Yori's arm away, giving her an open angle for attack. Pushing forward, Sakura forced the offending arm away before leaping towards the surprised giant. Her right arm was cocked back and thrust forward, smashing hardly against Yori's face.
Shock and pain flashed across the man's face as he flew backwards, crashing a few metres away into a tree. The sickly creaking and dull splintering of wood echoed loudly, leaving a deathly silence in its wake.
Sakura slumped to the ground his eyelids drooping as the fiery chakra that circled her dissipated.
"Sakura!" Sasuke hoarsely yelled, half limping towards his fallen team-mate. He lifted her frail body and cradled it against his chest, shaking the exhausted girl worriedly. "Daijou?"
The pink-haired girl nodded weakly. She replied in a faint whisper, her voice slightly slurred.
"Is he down?"
At this, a single, ominous creak of a tree covered the area as a loud, painful groan. The two genins jerked their heads up, only to see a tree being slowly lifted off the ground. Its trunk was split wide apart, with its chipped bark open in a silent, jagged gap.
The leaves fluttered wildly as the broken plant was flung aside. Yori stood beside its shattered corpse, panting heavily as he shrunk. His torn robes were soon draped loosely around him, hanging heavily while the man composed himself.
Sasuke stood up, drawing two kunais and readying them as he took a shaky stance. Sakura tried to stand, but her limbs buckled under her weight. She fell, sprawled over the ground.
Yori walked towards the pair, letting his long leg sleeves drag along the ground, leaving a winding imprint behind.
He wiped the dribble of blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
"Nice. . .hit, girl." The man sneered, cough slightly as he stood a few metres away from the pair. "Very strong. . .better than your blonde team-mate, I guess. . ."
Sasuke tensed as the man revealed a gleaming katana from a non-descript sheath by his side.
"Too bad it wasn't enough, eh?" Yori finished, before charging head on.
Sasuke leapt, planting his feet firmly on the ground before Sakura with his kunai held tightly in a deathly grip. The pink-haired kunochi widened her eyes as their opponent thrust the silver blade forward, stabbing at the Uchila.
The grim whirl of silver flashed forward, piercing deep into empty air.
"Nani!"
Yori took a step back in shock, his sword still outstretched in the air. Sasuke crouched shakily on it, his sandals balanced on the thin edge. His mouth was cocked in a half smirk, with his kunai aimed straight at Yori.
"Slow, fat boy," he sneered, the twin orbs of his activated Sharingan spinning furiously. "Too slow."
/-/-/-
Haku dived away, her ears ringing with the loud explosion behind. She felt a cool detach-ness fill her as she entered the mirrors.
She turned around, her raven locks swirling around her face as she stared at her opponent, Kin Juujikei. As the smoke cleared, the man swept a hand through his dirty yellow hair, flicking it backwards to reveal his grinning, sadistic eyes.
His pale, bony fingers were wrapped around a single golden cross, idly twirling it. Behind him, another ice mirror crashed onto the floor, shattering into a thousand glass pieces.
A long, crazed grin slowly spread across Juujikei's face.
"What a grand formation, genin. I take it you're the little apprentice of Tsunade whom became quite famous these past years, eh?"
Haku said nothing, her hazel eyes dark and blank.
"The Demonic Ice Mirrors. A seemingly indestructible palette of floating mirrors, eh, little Haku-chan?" Juujikei mocked, his tongue stretched out to touch the cool metallic surface of the cross, licking it. "Sadly, if I manage to kill one image of you, the corresponding mirror is destroyed."
A sardonic expression of sadness flashed across Juujikei's face, while his mouth curled in a slight pout.
"How sad. But whatever." He shrugged, his eyes half-closed as if in sympathy. "I have a prince to kill while you have a client to protect, neh?"
Then he leapt, dashing towards a small, thin opening between the hovering mirrors.
Haku passed out of the reflective surface, her hair slowly dropping down in slender drapes after sliding out of the mirror. She and her clones charged, flicking glinting streaks of silver needles at Juujikei.
She darted in, more needles held tightly between her fingers, before thrusting forward at the man.
Time seemed to stiffen, slowing into a strange, trance-like crawl as Juujikei swivelled a single yellow eye, staring in a challenging gaze as he skidded to a stop and brought his twirling fingers together in an complicated twist. His cross lay still between his clasped hands, its golden edge glinting innocuously.
"Tenrai Sekisho! (Divine Barrier)"
A translucent green orb shimmered into existence, bathing the area in an unearthly emerald as fluctuated and ebbed in slow, lapping waves on the ground.
The patter of metal spikelets echoed in Haku's ears, almost mockingly as all her needles bounced off the barrier. She swiped downwards, applying chakra to her attack to smash through shield and stabbed Juujikei in the chest, but not before he finished his second jutsu. The man raised his left hand, whipping his cross upright in his hand.
"Secchuu kirisame no jutsu! (Rain of Crosses)"
Haku flew away back into another mirror, whirling around to see a bright, whirling spark igniting above Juujikei. The spark fizzed and whizzed, spinning furiously into a misty cloud of intense light.
Juujikei grinned, his yellow eyes wide and deranged while blood seeped down his arm in long trailing rivulets.
Translucent crosses appeared, searing down from the white cloud as a dazzling display. Haku watched her clones twist and bent around them before escaping the deadly trap. Yet, as the brightness cleared, a single clone lay squirming with a still silent cross impaled in her neck. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as it exploded into smoke.
A multitude of splinters crawled up along the smooth plane like slithering snakes. A loud crack echoed sickeningly, right as the large mirror shattered and crashed onto the floor.
"Cheers, little girl!" Juujikei winked, drawing another cross into his hand as he leaping over the broken remains of the ice jutsu.
He sped towards the middle, where a frightened young boy stood. His eyes were bulging with fear while his face was a pasty white. His knees buckled together, quavering violently.
Beside him, a motionless blonde lay facedown. A slight quiver shook the fallen nin, bringing a slight, disgusted curl to Juujikei's lips.
Pathetic. . .what's so interesting about such a loser anyway? the man wondered idly, before shifting his eyes towards a spirited woman samurai who placed herself in front of the frightened prince.
Around him, the many images of Haku slid silently into their places in the swirling mirrors. They crouched, glinting needles held at ready to attack.
Chihiro unsheathed her katana, holding it firmly in her two hands. Her eyes were steely, while her lips were pressed in a thin line.
"You will not pass."
Juujikei smirked wider, but he cursed loudly in his mind.
Blasted. Now that the imbecile blonde is down, what the hell should I do? Killing the prince may be fine and dandy, but that would destroy our reason to return.
A small bead of sweat rolled down past his face while the nin remembered with trepidation of his strange client, the one with red, spinning eyes.
Kuso! Argh, screw this, I'm gonna try to injure the damn prince and leave.
He drew another cross, and leapt, flinging his weapons down on the prince.
/-/-/-
LA, LALALA, LALA, LALA! LA, LALA, LALALA, LALA!
Naruto was sprawled limply over the floor. He shut his eyes, trying furiously to ignore the screams of his younger self ringing loudly in his ears.
He felt the icy touch of the shadow trail over his skin, drawing numbing lines across his body.
"Argh," Naruto groaned, shutting his eyelids tighter while balling up as a freezing sensation descended onto him, seeping into his bones with a shuddery whisper.
KILL HIM BOY. FLAY HIM SPLIT HIS BONES CRUSH HIS SKULL EAT HIS EYES.
Think of something else, think of something else, the boy chanted in mind repeatedly. I love ramen I love ramen --- must seal stupid monster --- I love ramen I love ramen I love ramen!
His fingers shifted, forming an intricate design between his hands. A small flare of chakra peeked out from the inky darkness, swirling around his hands.
Tiger to tiger, may the orange beast stall the monster.
The faint, worried insults of Kyuubi drifted to Naruto's ears. A slight, amused grin appeared on his face as he twisted his fingers into another position. I love ramen and that baka fox.
Phoenix to phoenix, may your golden feathers shield me.
Soon, the blonde found himself lost in the happier memories of his life, where Iikagen dumped him with a pile of ramen, or when he first saw Haku under the moonlight, her hair glistening with a silvery lustre.
Dragon to dragon, may your fiery fire burn the inky spectre.
The shadow, sensing that the boy was no longer under its spell, enveloped him in gloom, embracing him painfully.
SING TO ME, LITTLE BOY, it whispered softly, seductively.
Naruto tried to stand, struggling greatly with heavy black chains that weighed down onto him.
SING WITH ME! the beast shrieked, before a dozen inky knifes stabbed deep into Naruto.
/-/-/-
Zabuza panted, hunched over and leaning on his sword. Before him stood Kakashi, his right eye still an eerie white.
His strength and speed have suddenly increased. . .what was that jutsu?
The silver-haired jounin remained impassive as he observed his opponent.
Zabuza narrowed his eyes, before heaving his sword and charged. He slashed horizontally, only for Kakashi to kick backwards to dodge it. The ex-Mist nin rushed forward, bringing the blade down onto the jounin.
Kakashi stopped the blade with his hands. A trickle of blood ran down his arm, but he ignored it, forcing the giant sword into the ground beside him with Zabuza's exerted force. The leaf nin twisted sideways, tapping lightly on the blade up towards his shocked opponent. Kakashi thrust a kunai forward with lightning speed, piercing the shoulder of Zabuza. Then he whirled behind the Mist-nin, his other hand holding up another kunai to the shinobi's throat.
Suddenly, as the two opponents stood in an impasse, an explosion rocked behind them. Kakashi tilted his head back slightly, his sharp eyes widening when he saw, through the thinning mist amidst the broken rubble of ice chucks, a deadlock between Haku and Juujikei. Chihiro kneed on the ground, half slumped against her sword.
"Looks like your little genins losing, Hatake-san," murmured Zabuza, his gazed fixed on the threatening kunai.
Kakashi said nothing, his face blank and unreflecting of the worry within his mind.
/-/-/-
Yori flew backwards, smashing down a tree. The pink-haired kunochi collapsed to the ground again, this time out cold as her chakra spent.
He ducked a blow from the Uchila, scrambling backwards and dodging the now-slower attacks.
Cursed. That's the second blow from the girl. . .and it hurts. The other genin has become tired, but I doubt I can hold him off much longer. . .
Yori deflected a second fist, grabbing the arm, twisting it to flip the surprised boy over onto his back. He grabbed Sasuke's leg and spun furiously, flinging the genin into a tree, knocking him out.
"Yori!"
The nin looked up, panting as his grip on his katana loosened. Juujikei stood unsteadily, several needles buried in him while he struggled to form seals.
"Kill the bloody prince!"
Yori swivelled his head, to see a trembling boy, slowly shifting backwards. His samurai bodyguard staggered up, her sword held shakily in her bloodied hands.
The shinobi only grinned, and leapt, his blade poised and ready to pierce the fear-struck prince's heart.
/-
Black, swirling tendrils, as deep and dark as the abyss, wrapped tightly around Naruto, buckling his legs and causing him to collapse onto the ground.
NARUTO YOU LITTLE SHORT BAKA! THE PRINCE IS DYING, DUMBASS! DO SOMETHING!
"Easier said than done you stupid fox," growled the blonde as he forced himself up, thrashing violently against his bonds. "Stupid black thing."
He stood up, forcing himself against the shadow.
"Bugger. . .OFF," he roared, shredding the shady veil while he finished his final seal.
The walls exploded in a furry of red light and the loud, banshee-like scream of the beast echoed painfully within the pulsing corridors.
Naruto swam upwards, towards consciousness, not even making sure his 3-part seal was successful.
/-
"Hyoushi no jutsu!"
Multiple glow orange threads were scattered across the field, criss-crossing in such a way that it held both Chihiro and Haku (along with her clones) down firmly.
"TARO-SAMA!"
The Senichi, gripped by fear, could only watch with widening eyes the blade descending onto him. . .
Yori's grin became wider, when a sudden blur sped in front of him. He felt the blade bite into flesh, before halting abruptly.
The nin looked down, meeting a pair of amethyst eyes, with flecks of yellow glittering in them. The pupils were slitted, and from the pitch-black-ness of it slithered a shrieking insanity that frightened the shinobi.
"Wha--"
Then, for a brief second, the face scowled, his stare becoming a maddened yellow glare that stared into Yori's very soul. The boy's hair turned black, flitting like night as suffocation set in, pressing down on the man. A large flare of chakra seeped into his veins, burning his insides, shredding his blood before he released his grip from his katana.
As he slumped to the ground, Yori felt the faint grab on his shirt, pulling him away before slipping into oblivion.
BTW, Naruto's eyes are purple because his blue eyes merged with kyuubi's reds to form purple. Its not really anything much, cept that I found purple a relatively cooler colour than red :P. Oh, and Kakashi's jutsu. . .well, you can try to guess what it does!