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Ok, this is my second shot at a Naruto fic. In relation to my last fic, which I abandonded becase I left too many plot holes, this will be a first draft fic (I usually wont use spellcheck), and this will only be a oneshot unless i get some DAM good reviews and people actually ask me to continue witht his story.
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A mask and a sword. Underneath the mirror shined metal mask with sideways blood red rain covering the bottom half lye Blonde hair streaked with red and six whisker marks. Metal plates covered up the most vital organs on Naruto's body. Having long ago traded his tattered orange jumpsuit for full black shinobi gear and a sandy brown cloak. Not the kind the Akitsuki wear, but rather more like a cape that also covered his front (the Akatsuki wore more of a robe…for more emphasis, think of Naruto in a sandy brown Akatsuki cloak, minus the red clouds and sleeves).
How long Have I been away from my home? That treacherous place that casted me out like some piece of trash. Like I was a hinderance to their glory. A scar marring the face of a hero.
Two years. Two long, tedious, bloody years. I can still remember when they had cast me out after bringing back the traitor.
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"I'm sorry Naruto," Tsunade tried explaining with tear filled eyes "but the council has jurisdiction over Konoha's shinobi who are not on missions and are not assigned duty. They won't even let me put you back on it since your position is under investigation."
Just having returned from finally, after one year of trying, defeating and bringing back the missing-nin known as Sasuke Uchiha. Given three days of rest before returning before active duty, Naruto showed up on the third day the Tsunade-obaba's office to begin missions again with his old team, like he was hoping for all the years Sasuke-teme had been gone.
Unfortunately for Naruto, he had just been informed that the council had a approved a motion to banish the 'demon fox' from Konoha.
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'Tsh…I can't believe I even stayed in the hell hole for as long as I did…those damn stares and cold eyes. Hell, I didn't even get proper training.'
That had all changed when Naruto left the village. The council had banished him from Konoha in the end. Tsunade put up one hell of a fight, but she couldn't do it alone against a unanimous vote by the council. In the end, Naruto left without even saying goodbye to Sakura, Kakashi, the entirety of the rookie nine and Gai's team, and even the person who he'd just brought back, probably the only reason he was allowed to stay as long as he did. He realized the council only kept him around to bring back their prized Uchiha, the last loyal Uchiha.
No, he realized it was probably for the best. He left in the night.
'That was such a damn cold night…now that I remember it.'
Not one month after Naruto left, the second great ninja war started. Wind and Fire against Grass, Rain, Mist, Earth, and Lightning.
He wandered for that month, until he came to realize what he really wanted. Through searching his feelings and rediscovering himself, he realized he never really wanted to title of Hokage. No, he wanted recognition even greater than that. He wanted to be the strongest…the strongest there ever was and will be. At the end of the month something snapped inside his mind, and could not be pieced together again. The full hit of the betrayal hit and he wept. He wept for all the sufferings he endured for nothing. He wept for the mirror image of himself who would have stayed with Tsunade fighting with him…lokking at the shattered image, he wept. He would piece together the pieces on his own. When he was out there on the road, he had his first of many encounters with the Kyuubi.
Don't get him wrong, Naruto was still intrinsincally good, but he now realized the need for destruction and death. Everything has its purpose in the great circle..this chain that binds us all. The Kyuubi, being the incarnation of evil, could not longer stand his views. The two struggled against each other, leading to a grand battle in which Naruto had summoned the Kyuubi's corporeal body unto the plain. They fought long and hard, and they both bled. In the end, it was a battle of wills. Naruto won, forever naquishing the Kyuubi, but not without it's price.
"You may have one gaki, but remember this," The nine-tailed bijuu said as his dying breath, "my knowledge and power will live through you, and with that, I have my immortality intact, hahaha!" he growled as he took one last swipe at Naruto's left eye. His eye never recovered, leaving a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, on down the middle of his left eye, and a dead white orb that will never see anymore, but served as the contact point of absorbtion.
With the Kyuubi's knowledge and chakra, Naruto had accomplished what he set out to do. He had become the greates man…being, in all existence.
And so he grew bored with the power because he could not put it to use. And so he decided to make a name for himself.
Thousands had been slain by Naruto Uzumaki. He had been hired by nations to combat entire armies and come out victorious. At the end, he didn't even accept money, claiming that the blood of the fallen was payment enough for him. And so came the legend of the Blood King. The number one missing-nin in the bingo book. They even created a new class for him. He was the only AP class criminal in the bingo book, such a feared classification that hunter-nins and Anbu were told to flee on sight. If S-class were kage level nins, then AP class had the power of entire armies at their whim, reason enough for a ninja to flee. Yes, the Blood King was very renowned throughout the world, and so every country tried to hire him.
He was constantly denying their requests as of late. In truth he didn't much care for which sides he fought for, the blood was always the same. Warm and irony. It was a stench he could never wash off anymore. He always smelled of blood and the sun. So here he was, on the road in the den of the night after two years, walking towards the very place that cast him out and inadvertently made him the Blood King. He wasn't carrying revenge in his mind towards Konoha, no. Instead, he was carrying the very opposite, thankful that Konoha was the very thing that was the catalyst to his very being. He had thgouht at first that he would never really take any jobs from Konoha, even though he was offered, because of his initial sourness towards them. But having it changed to gratitude, Naruto once again wished to align himself to Konoha permanently. He truly wanted to just make amends and carry on where he left off. After all, the same taste of blood over and over could get very mundane.
'The Konoha gates…funny how the same thing that I last saw the day I left would be the first thing I see the day I get back…then again, that's the purpose of a gate." He said to no one in particular.
The guard on duty had been informed of the arrival of the famed Blood King. They had stationed quadruple the guard just to be sure he would be escorted properly. It was only about 8pm when the advanced scout unit spotted someone in the woods matching his description muttering something to himself that almost all the ninja in Konoha (all the Jounins and Chunnins anyway) were gathered at the main gates in formation, Tsunade leading them. The guards had spotted the man and the gates began to open.
Out of the gates stood a lone man carrying the signiature mirror shined mask with splattered blood on it that only the famed Blood King had ever been seen wearing.
The first thing Tsunade had noticed was his height. He stood a decently tall 6feet 2-3inches. About as tall as Jirayah, who was elsewhere at the moment. He also carried a particularly large katana, not large in the sense of the Demon of the Mist, Zabuza Momichi's, katana. The Blood King's katana was extremely long, about as long as he was tall, but remained a thin shape like a regular one.
The Blood King made his way into the formation to shake hands with the Hokage, a formal greeting. As he moved his cloak aside and revealed his clothing underneath, the Hokage spotted about 5 other shorter swords, not unlike the gigantic katana strapped to his back, but these were much shorter. One ninjato strapped at his shoulder running down his arms, one strapped to his formearm pointing towards where his shoulder sword if he held his arm out straight, two hanging on his belt in a regular fashion, these a little longer and a little bit thicker than the ones on his shoulder and his forearm, and finally, one about the same length of his belt swords but much thicker, almost like a machete, attached to his thigh.
Tsunade took a look at the brown cloak on his other dies and noticed similar impressions that gave her the knowledge of a mirroring set of swords attached to his opposite side.
'Eleven swords in total huh?' Tsunade thought.
"It is a pleasure to see you, Tsunade-sama of the Legendary Three." the Blood king said.
'And a deep voice.'
"It is also a pleasure to meet you…Blood King." She stated a little nervously, and with due cause. The Blood King was even above her skill level and would have no problems…and from what his reputations tells…no qualms in wiping out the entire village with a single jutsu. "Welcome to our village."
"Thank you, it is good to be back after all this while."
The first part of his sentence was fairly normal and expected, however, the last part had alarmed more than a few shinobi close enough to hear that the famed Blood King had actually been here before, and not one person knew.
"You've been here before?" Asked Tsunade, not knowing where even her own questioning was leading.
"Yes, I was born here." Stated the Blood King, as calmly as he were discussing the weather.
"You're a missing-nin of this village!" Exclaimed Tsunade.
"Sort of, after all, I was banished, I did not leave of my own accord." He said, with very little emotion.
Missing-nin were allusive beings, but they tended to sometimes stick in groups, a sort of underground society. Some times even entire small villages of them were found. This knowledge led Tsunade to hope he knew some piece of information about a certain blonde boy who also shared the same fate as this man…then again, people only get banished from the village due to haneous acts…Naruto was the exception, not the rule. So she decided to ask later. 'First things first' she decided.
"Sir, as I have heard, you wanted to join with Konoha permanently. This can be arranged, and even more so since you were banished and are now seeking 'redemption' for your past crimes. But first, I need you to remove your mask and give us your actuall name so that we may begin registering process." She said as she beckoned one of the shinobi in the formation to step up. "This is Haruno Sakura, she will be documenting allt hat you tell me for record purposes. Anyways, please do remove your mask and give your full name."
"Hehe, I havn't actually removed this mask for quite some time…since banishment actually…so do please not be alarmed." Stated the man in a devious tone.
Naruto always did love playing with people's minds…ne?
His hand broke from Tsunades gently in order to remove the mask, a feat that took about as long as an enternity for those of the shinobi in the crowd who had heard the rumors of his existence. Some heard he was a ghost on the battlefield, coming and going without a trace, only stopping to savor the feel of blood on his hands. Others heard he was the Akatsuki's leader who had abandoned his post and had gone renegade. But, most of the populace of the elemental countries had heard a much more disturbing rumor. They had heard that he was a demon. In fact, many had reffered to him and the Demon Blood King. Many had thought he actually WAS a demon because of the kind of chakra he expelled…that of a demons, a violent red as opposed to a gentle human blue.
His hand snaked up to his mask as he was announcing all the titles he had been given in the short years of his name being actually known throughout the elemental countries.
"I am The Demon Blood King,"
His hand slowly creeping up past his chest
"The Destroyer of Worlds,"
almost to his neck
"The Dark Prince,"
almost to his chin
"The Messenger of Death,"
his fingers tapped once on his mask, as if trying to release it or hit a button.
"The Eleven Swords of Crimson",
his thumb pressed a button inside of his mask and his mask was now loose.
"and in the Northern countries, I am also known as the Harbinger of Oblivion."
His mask was now at his chest.
The crowd saw the extremely long and sharp canines, the blonde streaked with red hair, the red eye, and one dead orb…
"By kami-sama, he really IS a demon!" Yelled a shinobi from the crowd as others gasped in fear and tensed".
"A-and…your real name?" Asked Tsunade with a bit of fear in her voice.
"Ah yes, my real name." The Blood king reminissed. "It has been a long while since anyone has called be by my given name.".
"Never-the-less, we must document your real name in order to reinstate you." Spoke a more than frightened Sakura, who many could tell was merely scared so much should couldn't mnove, so was operating almost unconsciously.
"I'm surprised you don't know me without my mask on, after all Sakura-chan" he sarted.
"Only one other person will ever call me by that name!" Screamed Sakura when she remembered her old dumb teammate.
"Oh really? Didn't he betray your village, only to have your other teammate bring him back?" Stated Naruto, thinking she was reffering to Sasuke.
"N-No…but that is my other teammate Sasuke…how do you know so much?" Asked Sakura, now a little more afraid than when she yelled.
"Because Sakura-chan…Before my name was known throughout this world, I was known as the 'dobe' here in Konoha," Tsunade now turned a very pale white, "the dead-last of my class", Sakura was now sweating bullets, on top of turning more than a few lighter shades of white in disbelief at what she thought this person was about to say next, "the 'demon fox gaki'," And now the visible core of Konoha had paled…they just realized that they threw away the greatest weapon in the world because of their arrogance…and now they were fearing him even more than ever, "and to a very select few who didn't know me by 'those' names…I was called Naruto….Uzumaki Naruto."