Ch3

"speech"

'Thought'

Uzumaki Kaito

Under any circumstance is a ninja allowed to show his emotions.

A young boy walked solemnly through the space that formed amongst the crowds as they whispered and eyed the tiny figure. He frowned and lowered his brow with rage. 'It's always those same eyes.' He hissed through his grinding teeth and picked up his pace slightly. The boy squeezed his eyelids shut, trying desperately to keep his tears locked within and dashed forward. It was no use, they pushed through the seal the skin and rolled down from the edge of his eyes, gliding through the air after it got blown from the wind created by his running.

His eyes opened to find a wall of trees that circled him. Things were quiet. Not a voice seeped through the dense vegetation, not a cry of disgust, not a gasp of torment. Silence has become a form of heaven for the lad. He sat down against a large trunk of a tree and pulled his knees to his chest. 'They hate me…why me…Well I'll show them, I'm going to be the next Hokage!' He clentched his fist and stood up, sticking his chest high into the air, "You just watch Konoha! Someday, I will be the next Hokage! If that is what I must do for other's to accept me, then that is what I shall do!" he exclaimed.

Despite the way others treated him, he never cursed nor waved his fist with anger. He did occasionally protest up front but never put criticism upon anyone in the village when he was alone. He had made the goal of his life, his Nindou, to be recognized and accepted by everyone in the village.

With a determined eye, he pulled out his Kunai and threw it upon a tree before him. It bounced off, landing upon the dried leaves with a crinkle. He narrowed his eyes and picked up the dagger and threw it once more. Again it bounce off pathetically.

A figure stood in the shadows of the leaves as it watched with amusement at the boy. With a smile, it faded away. Hours passed and day had been broken by night. The stars danced upon the night sky as the clanking sound of the bouncing kunai echoed through the song of the crickets. Sweat poured from the tiny boy's head as he swayed from side to side. His vision was beginning to blur but he refused to stop. Raising his quivering arm, he gave everything he had with another through. The dagger flopped from side to side then hit the wood from it's side, again landing to the floor. "Why! Why can't I do this? Even though I'm trying so hard, why!" he demanded to the heavens. No answer came.

His unusually large stamina was now running. His right arm dangled uselessly from his shoulder as it twitched momentarily from exhaustion. He gripped another kunai with his left. Holding his breath, he tossed the object forward, using his entire body to support him in his through and fumbled face first upon the ground beneath. He had hit his head heavily but he felt no pain. Rather, he couldn't feel any pain he did not feel already. Every inch of his body grew sore as he allowed himself to relax slightly on the cold earth. He gave a slight groan then looked up. A surprised smile rose upon his face as he found the weapon, stuck sharply upon the target. With one last glance, he closed his eyes, feeling satisfied with a good day's work and drifted off into slumber.

The figure returned and walked up to the boy. Her blossom-covered cloak seemed to glow silver as it reflected the light of the crescent moon. She leaned over with a smile then gave him a kiss upon his cheek. Standing back up, she looked down sorrowfully and disappeared into the night.

The boy woke up the next day, feeling renewed and more energetic then ever. He rubbed his eyes and smiled brightly at the morning sun. The sweet clean air tasted extra delicious as he turned to admire his achievement from the past night. Indeed, the kunai was just where he left it last night, stuck into the tree.

A river ran near by and he decided to make his way there to wash his face. He noticed a small red tinge upon the side of his cheek as he peeped into the water he collected in his hand. Dropping the content, he swiped the colored area with his index finger. "What the heck is this?" he looked upon the substance questioningly. With a shrug, he collected another handful of the fluid and splashed upon his face.

"you're my mother?" the young man confirmed.

"Indeed I am Naruto," the woman smiled.

Naruto scanned her quickly. A feeling of excitement and uncertainty flustered inside. He raised himself up off the floor, keeping his eyes upon the smiling woman.

Her milky white skin seemed tender and delicate while her stature appeared strong. Her long black hair came down to her slender waist that curved perfectly to her thigh that led to her long legs. There was a certain beauty to her that Naruto couldn't help but notice and blush. Her rose petal lips curved smoothly upward as she watched the boy leniently. She held the same eyes as the boy's, the same light blue sparkle, the same glimmering texture.

"Hello Naruto, I only with that I could see you right now of what you really look like," she woman sighed.

It took the dumbfounded ninja a slight moment before he realized what was going on. 'Genjutsu?(illusion)' he thought in his mind.

"That's right, this is a genjutsu. I made this to tell you a small bit about me…and your father," she explained.

Tears rushed from his eyes as he leapt forward and embraced her tightly. How long has it been that he had cried like so. Tears that he concealed under his smile throughout the years was now bursting into the open. He knew she wasn't real, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was that she was there.

He has never seen her in his life, at least does not remember ever seeing her in his life. Yet, something about her seemed awkwardly familiar to the young man. Her smell, her smile…the color of her lipstick, everything gave him a warm feeling inside. It was the same feeling one gets after coming home from a long journey multiplied to infinity. He never felt anything like it before and he liked it.

The woman patted her son's head. "I'm sorry to make you cry Naruto," she whispered.

Pushing away and brushing his tears, he pouted. "I ain't crying. It's just dust in my eye from the shock of seeing you," he denied.

The woman gave a smile and grimed to the stiff headed ninja. She looked no more than her mid twenties, more like the boy's sister than his mother. "Naruto," she said with certain emphasis.

He sat down on his bed and gave her his attention.

"My name is Misaki Yoriko," she begun, "I am a traveler, never belonged to any one particular country. Your father was named, Uzumaki Kaito. He was an energetic man, just like you. Your seemingly endless stamina and chakura is a bloodline limited incase you did not know that already. After meeting him, I settled in the country of lightning for him." She paused for a while she bit her lip and she sighed, "Your father use to be a gentle soul. Despite how other's treated him, he didn't fight back. It was shortly after you were born that he…'had enough'."

Flash Back

"Sweet heart, please!" the young woman begged, holding his waist on her knees.

"Why should I!" the man shouted, "I worked hard, I completed all my missions with flying colors, for god sake I saved the country from certain war, and they still refuse to accept me as equals."

"Who cares what they think," she exclaimed, "I know that you're a great person, isn't that good enough for you?"

"I could wiped out this country by myself if I wanted to," he glared, "Those pathetic idiots, I've had enough of all this! If society will not accept me then I shall not accept it either." He said pushing the door open.

"I know you're upset about your father's passing but it's not their fault!" she cried.

"He was killed Yoriko! He was killed by this screwed up society that treated him worse than a mangy cur. If one person could care enough to bring him to a hospital when he collapsed on that market, he might still be alive! The damn bastards…" he clenched his fist.

"You aren't…You can't! What about your son," she choked as tears spilled from her eyes.

He looked back to the cradle where a baby slept with a sad appearance. Shaking his head, he stepped out coldly. Only anger showed in his eyes. He pulled out his Kunai and with one swishing motion; he made a diagonal slash upon his forehead protector and jumped away.

(Three Days later)

Fire enveloped the village of lightning as cries of warriors rang through the air.

"It's Kaito!" screams erupted across the village.

"What is the meaning of this!" demanded Raikage (I don't know if there is one. This is my AU so there is one lol)

"I've had enough of this pathetic country. Non of these morons can fight and I am the one looked down upon, I am the one that has to be called 'The Freak of Nature?"

The Raikage stuttered for a moment. He knew what the man said was true, he could not say anything in his people's defense. "If you must go on like this, then I will be forced to step in."

Kaito faced the Raikage as fires of rage continued to burn in his vision. Precipitate built under his short blond hair. A blue aura surrounded his figure which slowly increased in size as he prepared himself for the up coming battle. He no longer felt pain for others. He no longer understood despair. He had now become…a true ninja.

(Time passes)

A loud explosion was heard before complete silence filled the air. The Great Ninja of Lightning Country laid upon the ground, gasping deeply as blood trickled from the wound on his head. Before him stared a emotionless face of a man. "Kaito, you've lost your soul…" groaned Raikage and reached up for the man. With one final gasp, his arm fell to the floor. Kaito took one final glance at the dead figure, then the catastrophic scene of his surrounding before he walked out of the village.

The moon hung directly overhead when he reached an opening from the woods he walked through. It was a warm night, warmer than a typical fall night despite the light overcast above. He looked down with slight sadness in his eyes remembering the screams of men he slaughtered. There was no turning back, he was a run-away nin and that is how he will remain for however long the duration of his life may be.

His steps stopped abruptly as he slid his hand to his Kunai tied around his waist. "What do you want," he called behind into the empty darkness.

"hm hm hm, so you knew I was following you, impressive," a voice rang through.

"If you do not wish to die, you will take your leave immediately," Kaito narrowed his eyes.

"and if I refuse?" the voice answered in a mocking tone.

"Then…" he flipped his wrist and tossed his weapon back. His body remained perfectly still.

(Catch)

"You managed to precisely locate me with only the sound of my voice, I'm impressed once more," the voice chuckled.

Kaito turned around as he readied another Kunai in a defensive position. "What do you want with me?" he demanded.

"Lower your weapon, I merely wish to speak with you," the voice continued to chuckle.

Irritation began to sweep Kaito's head but he remained calm. He lowered his Kunai but continued to keep his guard up. "Speak quickly," he shouted.

A short hobbit-like man walked with a cool grin across his face from the darkness. A large Japanese sombrero hid away his eyes. He breathed out slowly behind his black cloak, decorated by a few blossom flowers and a ring circled around his finger with a character that Kaito could not make out in the dim light of the night.

"My name is Samegi Kouse and I've noticed your astonishing performance back in the country of lightning," he chuckled and clapped his hands slowly. "I wish for you to join our clan."

"which is…"

"Akatsuki, we only consist of a few members but all are quite exceptional. The society refer to us as… 'Freaks of Nature' if you understand. Our goal? Simply put it is to obtain more power, to create the ultimate clan of ninjas."

A spark of interest flared in Kaito's mind as he relaxed his muscles and breathed out heavily. 'This clan consists of people just like me…perhaps I should go with them' he thought, 'These people may…understand me.'Despite his skills he already has, Kaito had always wanted more. But, there was an ambition in him that made him believe that no matter how much power he had, it was never enough. It was this dark side of him underneath that was the true motivation.

"Very well, I shall come with you," he nodded.

End…

How was it? Did you like it? For all that's still wondering, Gen was the first character of the word Genjutsu meaning illusion. This illusion was left by Naruto's mother long ago and she is telling Naruto the story of what happened through a…story. Naurto is not being shown the flash back but he is listening to it from his mother's words.

Sorry this chapter took a while, I just came back from my Spring Break vacation.

Daniel of Lorien: I like to stick out of the crowed, lol. If I make his father the 4th, I'll have to follow some general history of the 4th and I didn't want that.

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