Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...but I DO own the attack that was used to kill his parents...weird...

Welcome to the first chapter of Dragons Blood. I would like to thank everyone who reads this fic. To those who reviewed it, thank you very much, you practically made my day.

Uzumaki Residence- February 20

Naruto could not see the attacker...that's for sure

Naruto knew who he was...yes...but he dare not speak his name...

All he saw was this tall figure wearing a black cloak and a hood that covered his face, but not his eyes. Oh yes...Naruto could clearly see the assassin look down at him with those eyes...they were both red...bloodily red...

So intoxicating when he looked down at the fox boy...

As if he was fresh meat...

Hunter and hunted...

Yes...

The blood...the dragon...

Both cant be mixed...chaos shall rain if ever attempted...yes...the blood...

That's all Naruto could remember thinking as the murderer did several difficult hand seals. He ran to his parents' aid, ignoring their cries of keep away.

Yes, the fox ran...and he saw it...yes...

Everything was happening in slow motion now as the nine-year-old Uzumaki heir ran at top speed to his parents, hearing their screams...telling him to stay away...yes...

'Look up at me...tell me what happened.' The fourths voice rang through his head as he ran.

'The wind...betrayer...the dragon...' He heard himself answer.

He ignored the flashes of pictures that matched the voices in his head as he ran faster and faster to his parents. He wont let them die!

HE WONT!

'Do you know what happened to your parents?'

'Yes'

The voices wont stop...they just kept talking and the flashes of pictures kept coming faster than he was running!

Naruto and everything else in reality happened in slow motion...but the pictures and voices were thousands of times faster then he ever dreamt to be.

'What happened? Are they okay?'

'No'

NO! HE HAS TO SAVE THEM! But why won't he go any faster? Why wont the pictures stop?

Naruto looked at the assassin and could clearly see him do one hand seal then slowly make a new one. Naruto copied these in his head. 'Horse, Tiger, Rooster, Tiger...' He ignored it and ran.

'What happened?'

'There're dead.'

"NO!" Naruto screamed as everything went to normal and the voices and pictures stop. Oh thank you god...they stopped...

Naruto did various hand seals, meaning to do a small attack, but did not notice the flesh and blood clone running towards him.

He felt the clone grab him and run in the opposite direction.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Naruto screamed and let the last word ring, as his voice got raspy and tired. He looked up with his teary eyes as he saw this smoke like dragon rise up and mix with the blood from the attackers arms. He saw it...yes... and he saw the dragon rush forward as the attacker moved his arms forward. He saw his father, Yondaime, stand in front of his mother as these kanji letters circled around them on the floor, they glowed a fiery red...

Yes...

They kept them there...they cant run like Naruto can...no.

With the dragon four feet away and closing in, Naruto took all of his strength and screamed with his raspy, tired voice.

"I LOVE YOU!"

As if on cue, the dragon reached his parents and went right through them, he could not see them through the dragon, he preferred it that way, and he preferred it because he did not want to see his parents die like that.

He saw the killer look at him again with those red eyes before he jumped out the window. Naruto was slammed into the wall before the clone turned into a puff of smoke.

He hit the ground with a thump and looked at where his parents once stood. We wanted comfort...but he was alone.

Why didn't he kill him?

Why?

Did he do it so that he, Naruto, would feel pain everyday?

Or was he going to finish him off later?

He did not know.

He did not wish to know.

He looked to where the killer stood just moments ago before he disappeared and saw a red scroll rolled out on the floor with gold linen on the sides. He slowly got up with tears streaming down his face. When he fell back down, he crawled to the scroll and touched its sides. He could see the Kanji on them; he saw that there was a smudged line of blood starting from the start of the scroll to the finish. He shuddered when he looked at it.

His father never gave him any scrolls; he could not read the Kanji on them. He just started his training last month. All he could do was manipulate his chakra into his fist and do a damn hard punch, or the occasional shadow doppelganger. His parents said he had potential. They said if you have any questions, talk to the fox in your dreams. He had no idea what they were talking about, of course.

The gold linen shimmered in the moonlit night as Naruto rolled up the scroll slowly. It was as long as his hand and as thick as his thumb. His mother just started teaching him Kanji a week ago, shortly after his father started teaching him to be a ninja. She said you could not be a ninja if you cannot read Kanji.

He squinted his eyes and this is all he made out:

Dra--- Hyb--- F-s--n

He tried to make out the rest but couldn't. He felt more tears stream down his face. He stuffed the scroll into his jean pocket. They will just think it is a scroll his father gave him or something. However, unknown to them is that THAT scroll...was the key to their death. The Uzumaki heir stood up proudly and looked at the crater trail that started from where he was standing and ended where his parents stood. Where his father once stood, however, was the metal plate from his fathers Hitai-Ate.

'The attack probably can't penetrate metal...well then...when I master this technique, it'll do that... and more...'

Naruto thought as he picked up the plate and put it in the same pocket as the scroll.

He stepped back and looked at where the plate used to be. Without it, there was no trace that his parents once stood there.

He traced the leaf on the plate and had another flash.

'Stay away from Master Iruka! Or I'll rip you open with my bare hands!'

Naruto said as he held the sacred scroll in one hand and did a quick hand seal with the other.

'YOUR MORE THAN WELCOME TO TRY LITTLE FOX!'

Naruto did not know this white haired man; all he knew was that he was going to die.

There was a flash of chakra, then this man called Mizuki was gone.

"Weird...I think I'm liking this new power..." Naruto said his hand removed itself from the metal plate.

The two front doors in his house flew wide open as these people barged in. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the blood on the walls. They saw no parents, blood, and the last Uzumaki standing in the middle of all of it. Then, that little click came to their heads.

"Y-you...you murdered your own parents..." Some man said in the back.

"I KNEW THE FOX WOULD KILL AGAIN!"

"MURDERER!"

"HE'S COVERED IN THEIR BLOOD!"

"LETS KILL HIM!"

"BETRAYER!"

"N-no...I didnt kill my parents!" Naruto screamed at them as they started closing in.

"LOOK! HIS EYES JUST WENT FROM RED TO BLUE! HE IS A DEMON!"

'M-my eyes were red?' Naruto thought to himself as the determation and pride left in a flash.

"I DIDNT KILL THEM!" Naruto said as fresh tears fell from his face onto the floor.

Naruto screamed as someone from the crowd ran up to him and pinned him down, then someone else pricked him with something. Something sharp...he turned his attention to it and saw a needle embedded in his arm. Whatever they had in that needle, it was making him dizzy and confused.

"SOMEONE GIVE ME A KUNAI!"

The man that gave him the needle said. Naruto's eyes poped open and he broke free of their grasp and ran as fast as he could to the door.

"GET HIM! HE'S ESCAPING!"

The same man said. Naruto bumped into someone and the person held him closely. Not tightly, but lightly. He fell into the persons arms and looked up to see Hatake Kakashi pick him up and yell at the crowd. He said something about him just being a boy, and that he was a citizen of Konoha, not a demon or murderer.

Naruto felt warm tears trickle down his face once again. He started to get sleeply, and guessed the drug was taking effect.

Hokage's Office.

"Is the child up yet, sir?" An ANBU asked Kakashi, who had Naruto resting in his arms.

Kakashi looked down just in time to see Naruto slowly open his eyes and look around in a daze. He didnt like the way he looked. He was pale, his eyes were lifeless and cold.

"Yes. He's up." Kakashi said simply as he slowly set Naruto down.

"You may bring him in."

"C'mon Naruto...lets go see the Hokage..." Kakashi said as he gave Naruto to the ANBU. He shuddered when he didnt give a comment or even look at him.

"Good bye...Uzumaki Naruto." Kakashi whispered as he dissapeared with a 'poof'.

FLASH

"AHHHHH!" Naruto screamed as he sat up in bed and grabed his head.

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate, what creates my own madness
and Im addicted to your punishment
and youre thae master, and I am waiting for disaster

Cold sweat trickled down his face and bare torso and he sighed heavenily. Over the years, he grew tall (5'3 instead of 4'9) and grew his muscles. He dyed the tips of his spiky hair black and was stronger than his father was when he was twelve. He threw the covers off angrily as he got out of bed and broke his desk in half when he kicked it. He walked to the mirrior and looked at his sweating, angry figure.

I feel irrational
so confrontational
to tell the truth
I am getting away with murder
it is impossible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is
I am getting away with murder

He grabbed his black tank top and slipped into it. He slept in his pants...old habits die hard. He ran his hand through his hair and slipped his arms into his winter camo arm cuffs (Thats what Zabuza has). He roughly jammed his foot into his black zori sandles and cliped on his silver chains onto his pants.

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thought when I don't even need to
I never look back because I don't even want
and I don't need to, because I am getting away with murder

He grabbed his Hitai-ate and studied it slowly. Three scratches from kunai and two from shuriken. They both leave different marks.

He put it on his forehead and slowly reached for his necklas around his neck. It was metal...made from his fathers Hitai-ate...a birthday present from Kakashi pervert. On the necklas, however...was a medal. On the back it said:

To sacrafice, divine.

To protect, beyond.

Naruto scoffed when he re-read it. If thats the way Kakashi wants it...he'll protect. Yeah...Naruto has a soft spot.

somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate what creates my own madness
and Im addictated to your punishment
and youre the master, and I am craving this disaster

Naruto walked outside into his empty hallway and strapped on his shuriken holster onto his right leg. He grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door to his apartment (He likes to call it his shithole) and walked down the street to the bridge.

"First mission...joy." Naruto scoffed again as he picked some berries from a nerby bush and stuffed them into his mouth. He didnt care if his sensei told him not to eat. Even if it was Kakashi pervert. He takes orders from no one. He took another handful from another bush when he had a flash.

There crouched two men in the bush, both had a kunai in each hand. They weren't ninja.

Betrayers...

A lady was walking by and the two men attacked her. Her blood stained their kunai's as they stabbed her.

Murderers...

Naruto look down the dirt path and smirked.

"Justic has permission to seek and destroy...this could be fun."

He said the last part as if he were getting a new toy of sorts. He felt a cold luqid in his hand. He looked down and saw the now smuthered red burries in his hand.

Blood.

Yes...the blood.

I feel irrational
so confrontational
to tell the truth
I am getting away with murder
it is impossible
to never tell the truth
but the reality is...

Naruto smirked as he lifted his hand, the red juice seeping inbetween his fingurs and down his hand. His eyes suddenly got a red tint to them. Naruto licked the juice off his index fingur and wispered to anyone close enough to hear.

"I'm getting away with murder."