Original Publish Date: 12th-October-2015

A/N: Arsenal 3-0 Manure. This one is dedicated to the Gunners.

Chapter 5 – Frantic

If I could have my wasted days back, would I use them to get back on track?

Stop to warm at karma's burning, or look ahead, but keep on turning?

Do I have the strength to know how I'll go?

Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?

-Frantic, Metallica

7 Days Later, Yugakure: 4465617468

I sighed in satisfaction as I finished the saucer of sake. This was the good stuff; perhaps entering the tournament had been a good idea after all. Well, winning it anyway provided the rest and relaxation that I don't think I've had in years. Not since Hinata died anyway. Or would die in the future. That I would prevent. But she still wouldn't be my Hinata...Whatever. Time travel was confusing. Not to mention frustrating.

Actually, all things considered it was a good thing that I was away from the village for the time being. Sarutobi and I hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms...

/*Flashback

"What do you mean I'm not going to be promoted to Jōnin!? Are you seriously going senile!? I beat Kakashi! Who was a total plant by the way! Don't think I don't know that! What more am I supposed to do!?"

The old man touched the tip of his hat in an exasperated gesture, but the amusement in his eyes was clear as daylight; I had termed this his troll face. "Jōnin are supposed to be the best shinobi in the village. They-"

"And I beat the so called best in the village! How does that not qualify me!?" I interrupted.

"Perhaps if you let me finish." There was a flash of irritation in his movement this time and I crossed my arms in a huff. I'm not proud of it, but I was genuinely annoyed. "Jōnin are the best shinobi in the village. That means that they have shown that they are adept in all the basic ninja arts of Ninjutsu, Genjutsu and Taijutsu. You have shown that you are adequate at Taijutsu and Ninjutsu-" he ignored my outraged sputter at the term 'adequate' "-but you have shown next to no skill in Genjutsu. Furthermore-" he raised his voice as I made to interrupt again "-you have only shown some skill in the Fūton element. Jōnin are supposed to be skilled in at least two."

I was beyond outraged sputters at this point; my mouth was literally hanging open in complete disbelief. It took me a few moments to find my voice; when it came out it was so high and petulant that it would have made me cringe if it hadn't been completely appropriate for the injustice I was suffering, "Are you shitting me old geezer!?" It took me another few minutes before I could calm myself and think logically. "I have undergone a literal baptism of fire in Fūinjutsu; I made my body go through a completely untested ritual in order to master elements without the use of hand seals. Not to mention that a similar ritual was needed to make me immune to Genjutsu! Immune! That includes the freaking Mangekyō Sharingan techniques! I've pushed the boundaries of Fūinjutsu further than anyone else before me! How the fuck does that not count for anything!?"

He stared at me for a minute, and then said in a perfect deadpan, "If only there was a rank for people who could go toe to toe with other Jōnin without having all of their skills."

I banged my head against his desk. Twice, thrice, but I overdid it the fourth time. "Ow."

He smiled indulgently at me. "Jōnin are also nominated by their to-be-peers. This means that you need to also have a good rapport with your superiors, and subordinates as well. To be nominated as a Jōnin means that the shinobi forces feel safe putting their lives under your command; that trust must be earned. Also, being a Jōnin means that you are obligated to test an academy team. If one of them has an affinity towards Genjutsu, do you think that you will be able to start them on their way to greatness?"

Once again, the old man showed me why he was the Hokage. There was a lot more to it than being the strongest in the village. That included dealing with people who genuinely thought that they had good reasons to demand something, but failed to look underneath the underneath; kind of like I was doing at the moment.

Smiling as he realized that I had finally grasped the gist of the matter, he continued, "As for Ninjutsu, you need to physically train two elements. Not only does this strengthen the potency of your chakra, you will also be able to help potential students on their way, should you choose to take a team. Your skills in Fūinjutsu are indeed impressive; unfortunately it is not enough for me to justify a promotion at this time."

This time I tried to look underneath the underneath from his point of view. I was certain he wasn't just talking about the promotion. He was saying that I had lost my two trump cards in the Kyūbi and Sage Mode and needed to get stronger by more conventional means to stand a chance for the battles that were to come.

That didn't mean I was going down within a fight though. "What about Gai?" I asked triumphantly.

He shrugged, "Gai has mastered everything he could despite his handicap. He could not be a better shinobi if he tried. Despite his eccentricities he is a supremely capable ninja, and his peers felt that letting him take command would be beneficial; and I agreed. Gai has proved to us that were right."

He had systematically deconstructed all of my arguments, leaving me with no choice. "Stingy!" I declared petulantly, pointing my finger at him.

He let out a genuine, surprised laugh at that. Wiping the tears of laughter at that, he said "I see that you haven't improved your repertoire from when you were a child."

"If the shoe fits..."

"It is indeed good to see that underneath everything you are still Naruto."

It took me a moment to process that statement. Instead of smiling like I should have, it just left me confused. After another moment, I spoke, "Say that again."

With a slight tilt of his head to signify his confusion, he repeated, "It is indeed good to see that underneath everything you are still Naruto."

Once more, I felt confused by that statement. After another moment, I realized just what had confused me and my stomach dropped. I hung my head and whispered desperately, "Call me by that name again."

"Naruto."

I drew in a deep, shuddering breath. The effect was the same as when he called me 'Nanashi'. "That's not my name anymore." I raised my head and locked eyes with him. His eyes widened as he understood the gravity what I was saying. This was unprecedented.

Just who was I? And more importantly, what was I?

After a few depressing minutes where I stared out at the village, I looked back at him. It was time to decide what to do about the piece that would decide the whole game. I had put it off long enough. "What are we going to do about Sasuke?"

He looked at me with his fingers forming a steeple in front of his face. After a deliberate silence he spoke slowly, "What you have told me is indeed disturbing. To betray everything he held dear, to tear down everything he once loved, to kill those he once called friends... It is a shame he was manipulated until he snapped."

My face twisted in disgust. "Despite everything he is capable of you would do nothing?"

His voice held a warning tone as he replied, "I cannot condone killing a 10 year old child just because he may turn out to be a traitor. While there is still a chance, I would rather have such a powerful figure on our side. Helping him get over his trauma will benefit us in the long run. My decision is final."

I tried to calm myself. I truly tried, but it was an exercise in futility. The ringing in my ears grew louder and my hands clenched as I took pointless deep breaths.

"You coward."

The silence that followed my statement was deafening. I could barely believe I had said it, but the shocked look on the face of the Hokage was proof that I hadn't just hallucinated saying those words.

I tried taking another deep breath but it didn't help at all; my trembling fists and the sweat under my armpits was proof of that.

"You would risk everything in the naïve hope that an Uchiha would redeem himself and save us all? HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MIND!?" I roared.

Sarutobi's shocked look had disappeared, to be replaced by a closed expression. "For someone who claims to hate Danzō and his methods you are remarkably quick to suggest execution as a preferred means of solving a problem" he remarked cuttingly.

I smiled unpleasantly under my mask. "Oh yes, speaking of the Uchiha, how is dear Danzō doing? Still diddling himself with all the Sharingan he stole off the Uchiha corpses? After he more or less orchestrated their betrayal to achieve exactly that? You didn't drop the ball there at all did you?" My smile grew feral as I let out the fatal blow, "Just like you handled the Hyūga incident with Kumo perfectly."

Sarutobi's eyes were like molten steel at this point as he stared at me in absolute rage. But I wasn't done.

"If you expect me to adhere to this…order," he actually let out raw killing intent at that, but I was unimpressed, "I am going to install a failsafe. I'm placing a permanent Hiraishin marker on him. So that when he inevitably betrays us I can kill him before he hurts anyone else."

The Sandaime Hokage of Konohagakure, adorned with his Kage hat, glared at me with a thunderous expression on his face, "Get out."

I let out a mocking bow, "Hokage-sama."

End Flashback */

Not, perhaps, my finest hour. I had no idea why I had flown off the handle; scratch that, I knew why, it was because Sasuke was a traitorous murdering piece of crow shit that deserved to have his balls shoved into his eye sockets. No, what I was worried about was the fact that I had been having such uncharitable thoughts about the Sandaime. I had always looked up to him with the greatest respect; throwing his biggest failures in his face was far beyond the line. Considering the mood I had been in I'm surprised I hadn't thrown Orochimaru in his face.

The fluffy white bathrobe I had on made for a very soft handkerchief as I mopped up a little dribble of sake that had spilled down the side of my mouth. Maybe it wasn't even Sasuke that had made me lose my composure; the revelation that I wasn't even a version of Naruto had seriously unsettled me. The pieces of my time-travel journey were adding up to a very ugly picture; and I barely had a fraction of the pieces. I mean, unless I was supposed to understand Murderous Smiles I couldn't recall the Shinigami communicating with me. I repressed a shudder as I recalled that smile and automatically made myself think of other thoughts; anything to avoid thinking about the God Who Embodied Death.

I had a lot of practice after all.

As I finished my sake I thought about what I still needed to do; I still had to mark Sasuke with the permanent Hiraishin seal once I got back to the village. There was no way I would have done it in the state of mind I had been in at the time I had left the Hokage's office; I would have slit his throat and damned the consequences. But this was a delicate time, who knew how Orochimaru would react if his prized body would have been destroyed? Not to mention how Itachi would react? That was something I had overlooked while thinking about killing the little fucker, but no doubt the Sandaime had. He was smart like that; probably why he had been chosen as Hokage to begin with.

It didn't mean that I was wrong about what I had said though. He had been slipping, making decisions that seemed to involve the least amount of bloodshed but no doubt made Konoha look weak. But looking at it from his point of view, he had done his duty and named his successor before retiring to a life of peace. After all, Namikaze Minato was supposedly the 'Chosen One' according to the Toads who would bring the Shinobi Nations to peace. Perhaps the Sandaime was trying to live up to a legacy that was not his to begin with.

In any case, the village, which was still the strongest in terms of numbers, was suffering due to the big decisions. The everyday workings Sarutobi had got right, but the big decisions were not going the right way. And how fucked up was it that even I thought that Danzō had a good point when he claimed that the leadership of the Sandaime was driving us to ruin. Sarutobi had been good friends with Danzō in their youth; to see him go from the 'Kami no Shinobi' to this meek 'turn the other cheek' character must have been particularly galling to him. No wonder Danzō thought that he would do better in his stead, he hadn't lost his ruthlessness.

This thought process was pointless though; I knew where it would end up leading the village. Merely understanding the 'why' was not enough; action was needed. With that thought in mind, I firmly stood up and started walking purposefully.

I had an appointment with a massage therapist to keep.

2 hours later

Warm. Gooey. I felt like I would melt. I felt like a chocolate left on the countertop on that perfect day when it's not too hot but it melts the second you touch it and it wraps around your finger. I could hardly believe how amazing a simple massage was. No wonder people paid a fortune to come to these places. I felt like I was floating in the clouds just from a few simple touches from another human being, and no chakra was involved. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been touched, outside of a spar. Probably the last time had been with Sakura-chan; and that was a long time after Hinata had been brutally murdered. Even that small happiness hadn't lasted too long though, Orochimaru had seen to that. But as she died I had made sure that I thoroughly burned her corpse and scattered the ashes, just like I had with Hinata. They were perhaps the only shinobi who I hadn't fought after they died.

And what was with me getting all morose all the time? I had a chance to make sure it didn't happen again for Log's sake! And my body was thankfully not listening to the bullshit my head was spouting, so I started to enjoy the nice relaxing feeling again. It was bliss. I had earned it, and I was going to enjoy it dammit!

I set out to explore the village, which had once been a full-fledged Hidden Village before they decided to go the peaceful route. It seemed like a typical quiet, small town with next to no security. The residents probably didn't even lock their doors when they weren't home. I wandered around, crossing a few residents before entering the local cemetery.

I suppose it had been because I had been thinking about the Hinata and Sakura-chan that I wandered over to the cemetery. I mean, it's not like anyone I knew was buried there. Perhaps it was a way to remember those who had been precious to me, and I had been unable to save. My body was still tingling from the massage, but it was muted now. As I walked through the silence of the graveyard I saw a hooded figure standing in front of a roughly hewn stone. It seemed that the burial was recent; in fact, the entire body had been buried, as opposed to just the ashes. What drew me to the figure was the way it stood, the way it grieved.

The way I had once stood.

I walked closer until I was a respectful distance away; the figure gave no visible acknowledgement that I was near. After a few minutes I broke the silence. "It hurts."

Understatement of the century, but the figure didn't as much as twitch. "The pain of losing the one you love the most hurts far worse than anything else." Still no reaction from the figure; but I couldn't not say the next words.

"That doesn't mean you should kill yourself."

I could have sworn that the figure shivered for a moment, but I couldn't be sure. "I've stood exactly where you're standing. Twice; twice I let myself love another. Twice she was taken from me." I let my gaze drop. "Twice I was forced to cremate them alone. Twice I contemplated joining them in the afterlife." Given what I had suffered through, perhaps I should have, but that was not what this person needed to hear. "Twice I almost followed through. Do you know what stopped me?"

The figure gave me no indication that I had even started speaking, yet I knew it was listening intently.

"As soon as I imagined meeting them in the afterlife, the first thing they would do was slap me."

I let the statement hang in the air for a few moments, letting its gravity wash through. "For some reason they always thought that someone else would need me more than I needed them. I never bought it, but then again I've always been kind of stupid, you know? Maybe they were right. Maybe the reason I'm here is to stop you from doing what I almost did."

I stretched, letting my limbs start tensing up again. The massage had been divine; but I couldn't let my guard down. I wasn't in my home country after all. "Or maybe I'm just sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Either way, I came to the cemetery because I was missing them. I'm sorry if I disturbed you. But do think about what I said, ok?"

I turned around and started walking back towards the village proper. I turned back once at the entrance, to see the figure with a hand raised in front of its chest in a distinctly feminine gesture. 'Huh, I figured it was a guy.' Shrugging, I continued on my way.

I had a last day of vacation to enjoy after all.

Back in the Cemetery

Komatsu Sayuri's eyes were wide with terror. 'How did that man see through my genjutsu!?'

The moment she was sure she was alone the former kunoichi from Getsugakure (Village Hidden under the Moon) ran. She drew the strange chakra that was everywhere around her as a genjutsu cloak, even though it was useless against the shinobi from the cemetery. She pumped her own chakra into the genjutsu as well; so much so that it was overcharged. A capable sensor would be able to detect her, but in her panic she didn't think about it. 'It's impossible!' she thought to herself frantically, still freaking out about the near miss. Since when were Konoha shinobi able to break through her genjutsu's like that? Even members of the Uchiha clan, back when they were around, had been unable to see through the genjutsu's she was able to weave. She was so good at them she had managed to stay out of every bingo book!

Never had she met anyone who had simply managed to walk up to her when she was cloaked. It had been the single most terrifying moment of her life when that man started talking to her as if he didn't even realize that she was under a genjutsu. It was not a common technique; she was the only person capable of using it. Once she had tried to teach a student how to use it but he had ended up being turned to stone. Freaking stone of all things! She had blamed it on an attack by an Iwa shinobi; thankfully her word wasn't questioned further.

She had fallen in love with a travelling merchant; a civilian who hadn't minded her looks. She was ugly, with her beady eyes and round belly and skinny arms; unkind children used to call her a spider as a child. But the love of her life never once minded her looks, and she had loved him for it. When he asked her to come with him she barely hesitated, leaving behind a replica of her body which showed signs of poisoning. Let them make of it what they would. They had never understood exactly how powerful she was and had underestimated her; she owed them nothing. She left with no regrets, and had lived a happy life.

Until yesterday.

She had stayed behind in the previous village to run a few errands, urging her husband to go on, convincing him that there were no reported bandits in the area, he would be fine. He had agreed readily, and they promised to meet in a day. A day that would never come.

The feeling of utter devastation she had felt when she saw the destroyed remains of the caravan's retinue could only be described as quiet. She felt no rage; did not swear eternal vengeance on the perpetrators. Her world quietly collapsed, as she silently picked up the body of her dead husband and started walking towards the nearest town. She silently stalked into the nearest funeral home and stole the first coffin she saw and carried it to the cemetery. With a generous application of chakra she quickly dug the grave and then laid her special brand of genjutsu over it, in case the land was reserved. As she had nothing tying her down anywhere she had indeed been contemplating ending her own life when she had been interrupted. It had been the single most terrifying event in her life, and the person talking to her hadn't even realized it. She had to get away from that place before the shinobi realized that something was wrong.

She realized that she had been caught up in her musings when the world suddenly tilted on its axis. As the ground rushed up to meet her she realized, far too late, that for the first time in over a decade her panic and carelessness had allowed her to be caught.

An indeterminate amount of time later

As she came to, her old instincts immediately flared to life. She made sure her breathing pattern or her heartbeat didn't change, while she tried to sense how many people were nearby.

"Ne, Itachi-san, she thinks she can fool us into thinking she's still asleep."

Horror spread throughout her being as she snapped open her eyes and crouched in a defensive position. Her eyes snapped up and widened in shock as she met the red eyes of her opponent.

The Sharingan.

This meant that the speaker was right, this was Uchiha Itachi. A boy who, at the age of 14, had single-handedly slaughtered one of the foremost clans in the world, a clan that had not only survived, but flourished even in the Warring States period. As she finally got over her shock she looked at the person who had spoken, and her heart sank even further at the sight of blue skin, eyes beadier than her own, and a trademark shark-like grin.

The Samehada-wielding Hoshigaki Kisame.

There was no point in fighting, she wouldn't last a second against these two. She instantly wove her special brand of genjutsu around herself, with none of her own chakra mixed in this time, and was pleased to see that both of them clearly lost sight of her.

"Kukukuku… how very interesting."

With a feeling of dread, she slowly turned around, only to be greeted by seven spectral figures. All the nine people wore the same black cloak with red clouds, and the one who had tittered was clearly Orochimaru. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she gazed upon what was basically the Who's Who of S-rank Nukenin. She had no chance in hell against these monsters; even escaping looked to be beyond her. Not a single shinobi in her entire lifetime had managed to break through her genjutsu; and now it had happened twice in one day.

Actually, that wasn't quite true. She could tell the way she took a hesitant step that nobody had reacted; even the two in the flesh behind her hadn't realized she was moving. Just as she thought she could make a break for it, a…something grew out of the ground; something wearing the same cloak as the other nine figures. It opened, akin to a Venus-flytrap and the two… Siamese twins inside looked straight at her.

Scratch that, it had happened twice in one day.

"We are Akatsuki." One of the holographic specters said. She looked at the figure; it undoubtedly had a Dōjutsu of some sort, the ripple pattern in the eyes all but screamed it. "We invite you to join us."

What?

After taking a deep, shaky breath, in a trembling voice Sayuri asked, "Why?"

The figure's eyes narrowed. "Because your skills can be of value to us. I will not ask again."

She dropped her gaze from the figure who was undoubtedly the leader. "Death threats will not work on me. I have nothing to live for anymore. The only person who cared for me is dead. A few hours ago I was on the verge of taking my own life. So go ahead, do your worst."

The cold rippled eyes looked at her; looked through her, judging her. She raised her chin; she was not going to die in fear. After a moment that lasted an eternity, the figure finally spoke. "When was this person killed?"

She blinked. One of the other members swung her head to stare at the leader, but didn't speak. Sayuri finally spoke, "Almost a day."

After another pregnant pause, where the leader stared at Sayuri with those unblinking eyes, he finally asked, "Where is the body?"

"Pein!" the female member of Akatsuki with grey eyes exclaimed. "You cannot be considering…"

The leader, evidently named Pein, simply looked at the kunoichi. While that was apparently enough to silence her, he still said, "It would be best if she learned firsthand the true power of a God." He turned back to Sayuri. "Return to the grave."

It was an order, and she disliked orders. However, she had no choice, what with the three…four people who were physically with her. Unnerved by the stares from the entire Akatsuki body she nodded her assent and took down the genjutsu.

"Kukukuku…you simply must tell me how you use that fascinating technique when we meet."

She visibly shuddered at the creepy tone of the Snake Sannin. First chance she got she would ditch these lunatics. They actually followed a guy who had a freaking God complex!

The specters wavered and disappeared, and remaining figures all looked at her with the same predatory look. Sayuri was seriously considering making a break for it, when Kisame hefted his ginormous sword and chuckled, "Itachi-san, should I shave off a leg to make sure that she doesn't run?"

Itachi's Sharingan, which had not left her visage since she had woken up, spun ominously. "I don't believe our guest would be so rude."

She shuddered. Running was out. Might as well see what this circus was about.

As they trudged their way back (the weird plant- tree-man-thing had disappeared) she wondered what exactly they wanted from her. Sure, they wanted her skills, but this was clearly an organization of S-rank shinobi; she was nowhere near the caliber of any of them fighting wise. What exactly would they use her skills for? And in the case of Orochimaru, how exactly would she manage to keep away from that creep?

Before she knew it they had arrived back at the cemetery. The weird plant-tree-man-thing had even identified the grave, probably by using its unique chakra and dug it up. Thankfully, though, he/they hadn't opened the casket; she could appreciate the small amount of respect it/they had shown.

"Can we open it please? No." the plant-tree-man-thing spoke to itself…it's either half. It took a second to realize that they were in fact separate people. "We'll just take a small bite. You know you won't stop at a single bite. Wait for Leader-sama."

She shuddered. Holy shit the plant-tree-man-thing was a fucking cannibal! And it wanted to eat her husband! She started squirming, but one look showed that Itachi still hadn't moved his eyes away. Neither had Kisame, but his humongous sword was moving and…whispering? What was with these freaks!?

"The last shinobi in the village left. We're on our own now." Kisame informed the rest of the group. 'Great. Even the weird guy who had started this whole thing won't be coming to help me. I might as well tell them to kill me now and be done with it.'

Just as she was about to open her mouth; the attention of her kidnappers simultaneously turned to the sky. Rather than take advantage of the momentary distraction, she did the same. And let her jaw drop open.

The leader was flying. He was freaking flying! And not even using a Fūton technique to do so! No wonder he had a freaking God complex!

He landed gracefully near them, on the other side of the coffin. With a gesture from him the coffin's cover was lifted off. Sayuri stepped forward, completely confused at this point. What the hell was going on? The blank expression on her dead husbands face simply drove her to more sorrow.

"Witness the power of a God," the leader with the God-complex, Pein, said. He raised his hand and said majestically, "Gedō — Rinne Tensei no Jutsu (Outer Path — Saṃsāra of Heavenly Life Technique)".

Whatever Sayuri had been expecting, this was not it.

A gigantic otherworldly head popped into existence mere feet from them, and it was enough to scare a few years off her. That thing dealt with death, and the last place she wanted to be was next to it. But before she could move, it opened its mouth. Something green shot out and entered the body of her dead husband. His wounds disappeared. His colour returned.

And then he took a breath and opened his eyes.

"Shiba-kun!?" she exclaimed, her voice high pitched. Was this actually possible?

"Huh? Sayu-chan? You're here! But the bandits…" he sat up to examine his non-existent wounds, but was interrupted by a bawling Sayuri, who noisily cried as she held on to her resurrected and extremely confused husband.

After a few minutes of crying and Shiba patting his wife on the back, he finally asked, "Why am I in a coffin?"

At this, Sayuri let go of her husband and wiped her face. Then she walked over to where Pein was standing and fell to her knees, and fresh tears started pouring down her face. She bowed until her forehead touched the ground at his feet, and said "Kami-sama. My life is yours. My loyalty is yours. Whatever you need, whenever you need, please tell me and I will do it or die trying."

Pein smiled.

Author's Note: Dun dun dun! Time for an OC!

Don't worry though, as I rule I detest OC's. But I had something special planned for a future arc and none of the canon characters could pull off what I had in mind. She will not affect future events too much. Even then, I didn't create my own OC, but borrowed it from 'The Nine Broken Mirrors'.

Clarifications on Sayuri's powers: YES, her Genjutsu's use Natural Chakra. NO, she is not a Sage. How does this work? Kek. As if I would give away my secrets this early in the game. Poor Nanashi, all he wanted to do was relax and stop someone from killing themselves. How was he to know that it would end up kicking his ass? Karma's burning indeed.

I would have had this chapter out 4 days ago, but I started reading 'The Boy in the Team' by Shadenight123. He's fast becoming my favourite author on this site, his work is amazing. Check out his fics, he's a far better author than I am.

As for you, my precious readers, here's a philosophical question: If you could save someone's life, but that person would go on to be a hindrance towards you the rest of your life, would you save them? Or let them die?

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