I do not and will (probably) never own Naruto.
Chapter 1: E
Enter Nashiruu!
"Limbo!"
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"Aghh!"
"Yeouch!"
The two and six tails had fallen...
"Ooof!"
"Grahh!"
"Rhhh!"
Four, One, Five...
"AHH!"
"Raghh!"
Seven, Eight...
Suddenly a sharp pain hits my neck as I fall to the ground. I couldn't detect it. None of us could.
"GRUHHHH!"
Nine.
"And now, it's time to put on your collars." A man standing upon a statue- no, it can't even be called that. A monster, standing upon a statue, had formed a hand seal.
"Madara-Sama! You're supposed to put them inside in order, from one to nine!" A white, humanoid figure next to the man shouted.
"I know that, Zetsu." The coal-haired man replied
"Since the Three, Eight, and Nine tails need to be pulled from their Jinchurikis, why not pull in the rest while you're at it?" The strange pale creature, now known as Zetsu stated.
The statue opened its mouth, and chains latched on to each of us tailed beasts. Refusing to budge, the things began pulling us in. A red-headed man with a gourd on his back, riding on a cloud of sand like a carpet was refusing to let the One Tails get pulled in.
"Happy to have your pet back?" Madara said while smirking. "Nothing stops these chains." He spoke as he summoned an ethereal being made of chakra, which quickly launched an attack at the sand construct holding the chains back. The sand constructs were destroyed, and the one tails was pulled in.
"Sorry, Nashiruu." The three tails said. Nashiruu huh. I think to myself as Isobu, now leaving my body, gets pulled in after the two tailed cat. That's the first time you've called me that, Isobu. I say to the oversized turtle, who simply smiles in return.
Seeing even Naruto struggling to remain alive, I knew this was the end for me, likely B and Naruto too. So, this is it huh. "Sorry... Kiba, Shino, Hinata... I failed. I'll join you soon, Mom..."
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"As a child, I always unnaturally curious. Probably too much for my own good. While I was seven, I was already thinking stuff like, 'Why did this happen, or why did that do that instead of this?' Today was no different. "
It was another day in Kirigakure, the Mist Village. The sun was, somewhat shining... clouds were looming, as always. The mist, despite its reputation, was a surprisingly happy place to be. For most people anyway.
It wasn't all bad, but today, unfortunately, it was.
"Get outta here woman. We don't serve your kind here." A slightly overweight man with a mustache wearing a stained white shirt yelled rudely at my mother. "Tch. Dammed Kiras, your kind should've been exterminated with the other clans, like the Yukis; or the Hozukis!" He spoke in a more aggressive manner.
The bloodline purges.
That's what he was referring to.
I was born after they had ended, but the Fourth Mizukage had issued an order that had all with Kekkei Genkai killed. What are Kekkei Genkai? Well, they are highly coveted abilities held by certain clans.
Why? Well, it's probably because the Kaguya Clan, who were rather barbaric in their ways, had waged war on the Mist.
It didn't last long, and the clan was quickly Annihilated, with rumors saying only one survived. However, that one clan's shitty decisions were enough to spark a civil war in the Mist.
The Yuki Clan, renowned for their Ice Release (Hyoton) were exterminated first. Then the Hozukis, with their coveted body liquification technique. Then us, the Kiras. The Kira clan was prestigious prior to the purges, or so the books say. Our mastery in water Jutsu surpassed that of even the Seven Ninja Swordsmen and were on par with some Kage level shinobi.
Our clan didn't survive the purges...
No, we were spared.
Our clan still produced great shinobi, and we technically didn't even have a Kekkei Genkai. Yagura, the Sanbi Jinchuuriki, and the Fourth Mizukage, knew our Leader, Kensuke, and had left his and three other families alone, with all the others getting killed or becoming refugees.
Kensuke was the only Kira that still had some authority in the Mist.
"We paid for the food, didn't we?" My mother angrily replied, desperate for a way to feed her child. Even now, I consider my mother the most beautiful person on the planet. Dark skin, flowing white hair, and her white "froggy eyes" as I called them back then, made me laugh.
The man stared at her angrily, and then just sighed and went into the back. I thought it was over. I was a truly naïve child back then.
The man came back, angrier than before, and holding a can of... soup? Hot soup it looked like. Yummy, right? He took the lid off and threw it at me. The soup, I mean. The hot soup. And it was headed straight for my face.
My mom jumped in the way, arms crossed, to block the soup from getting on her face as well.
I had no idea what just happened. The man just smirked and said, "Next time, it'll be the frying pan, now scram."
Without hesitation, my mom grabbed me by the hand and ran out the restaurant, despite her burned elbows, which were now visible to me. The shinobi world was truly a cruel place.
"Mom." I said quietly. She turned her head to look at me. "Why did that happen?"
Back home was a little better though. My father was a shinobi, but he was kind, and that's what mattered. He was the one who, at the end of the day, had to put food on the table. And today was supposed to be special, because tomorrow was the day I was supposed to enter the academy.
That day was also my birthday.
I knew for a while I wanted to be a ninja, the reason being that I wanted to restore honor into my clan.
Going to bed that night was hard. I was hungry, having only eaten some rice for dinner, forget lunch and breakfast. But alas, it is what it is.
The next day arrived, and I was at the entrance exams. Many of the other kids there looked like they have been in several battles, except for one, that is. He had blue hair and a timid expression. He looked like a person I wanted to be friends with.
The students were instructed to go into a specific room. On the way there, I got a glimpse of what hell I was about to go through. Kids, lying on the cold, stone floor, covered in blood, while others stood in corners, carrying weapons of all kinds. I quickly turned my head away, fearing the worst for myself.
When we finally got settled in the class, we were given specific seats. As luck would have it, I got sat next to the blue haired boy, who looked about a year or two older than I was. He wore glasses, and never seemed to smile. Of course, who would, in a place like this.
In the middle of class, the teacher asked a question. I knew the answer, so naturally, I raised my hand. Other kids did too, and as the teacher called on another kid, another person, with an eyepatch in his right eye, probably in his late thirties, had opened the door.
"THE MIZUKAGE IS DEAD!" The man shouted. The entire class went silent. Nobody knew how to react. Even I was shocked at this news.
"What, are you serious?" The teacher asked the man, to which he just nodded. "And the Sanbi, Ao?" The teacher asked once again.
"It'll reform within the next year." The man now known as Ao replied.
This was the second time this had happened. Not within my lifetime, but someone had stolen the Three Tails and sealed it within a Konoha shinobi, who was supposed to act as a trojan horse. The Mizukage at the time had denied all claims saying that they hadn't planned the event.
When the Sanbi had revived and was recaptured by the Mist, there was a selection trial of 90 children under the age of 10. Most weren't compatible with the Three Tails, but one was, and that person was Yagura Karatachi.
If this is anything like the last time, then another selection trial will be held, and I'll be in it for sure. I thought to myself.
How did I know? Well, Kensuke was in the last one, and so was my father. Neither were fully compatible, but they came damn close.
The teacher had dismissed the class, and we could go home.
Maybe the Mizukage dying was a good thing... Maybe... we may finally be able to live peacefully.
However, everyone overlooked one specific detail. A shinobi of Kage level power doesn't just die, right? Especially if that Kage level shinobi is also a Jinchuuriki.
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A month passed since the passing of the Mizukage. I had entered the academy on the same day of my birthday and the Mizukage's death. That's a big coincidence, not that it mattered.
I never cared for large events, being an introvert. I'm not sure why or how others could withstand being around so many people for so long.
Our family, among a large crowd of people had been summoned to the Former Mizukage's courtyard, while Ao, the acting Mizukage, had made an announcement, "The next Six-Tails Jinchuuriki has been chosen." He says as a single child- a brunette, had walked outward, his head down.
By looking closely enough, one could see faint tears rolling down his eyes, and what scared me is that the man, Ao, was... smiling? How could a person smile when a child was so obviously suffering.
Even to another child, this concept was so foreign to me I wanted to vomit.
"The new host's name is Utakata." Ao spoke to the crowd as they began looking at Utakata with disdain.
I had seen Utakata before, once, during the orientation. Must've been the year he graduated. I thought to myself.
Three months passed. I had finally made a friend. His name was Chojuro. He was two years older than me. He was hardworking, also like me, and had a great dream. To be one of the seven ninja swordsmen. He and I made good memories.
Seven months passed, and our first year at the academy was completed. I saw Utakata once after that, silently glaring at his sensei. Probably for good reason too.
One year passed, and the Sanbi had been successfully recaptured...
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"Well, that does it for the day." I say to Chojuro as we walk out of the school grounds. "We started learning the water clones, think you can handle it?" I tease.
"Hey, hey, hey, I can handle it just fine, I guess." Chojuro said meekly, although he seemed unsure of himself, and just seemed uneasy today.
"Is something up, Chojuro?" I ask the blue haired academy student.
"W-well, my parents told me the three tails was revived, and t-the new Mizukage has yet to be decided. And well... I don't like the possibility of you or me becoming the next jinchuuriki." Chojuro replied.
"As if they'd choose you." I sarcastically said. "Besides, it's one out of what? 80, 90 other kids. No way am I getting picked either."
That was the first lie I ever told. I'm not sure why I did that. Maybe it was to make him feel more comfortable, maybe I was just lying to myself.
Chojuro just chuckled, "Well, whatever you say, Nashiruu."
I shrugged and began the walk home.
The mist was usually cloudy, and once again, today was no different.
"It looks like it might rain." I said quietly to myself before sighing. It started raining. Hard. "Did somebody die?" I thought, seeing as it's pouring harder than green haired people cry.
My house is small but cozy, with a chimney that was begging to get cleaned, and moss at the top of the building. I began to approach the all too familiar house, but someone interrupted me as I opened the door.
"Excuse me, Kid." A gruff looking man in his late thirties, with dark skin and white hair had called out to me. It was Kensuke, our clan leader.
"Are you Nashiruu Kira?" The man asked politely. Of course, I was familiar with Kensuke, but he was acting strange, like he didn't know me.
"Kensuke-Sama, you know who I am!" I said childishly to him.
"Are you Nashiruu Kira?" He asked again, in an almost robotic voice.
Beginning to get nervous, I replied, "K-kensuke-Sama?" As he opened his mouth, this time with an angry expression on his face, I quickly said, "Yes! Yes, I am Nashiruu." Beginning to get scared. I was still only a child, after all.
Kensuke then weaved some hand signs. Me, who knew that he was about to attack me, ran toward the door.
"Water Style: Water Binding Jutsu!" A thin strand of water wrapped around my hand, preventing me from touching the doorknob, before wrapping around the rest of my body. "Please, come with me." Kensuke said in a monotone voice.
Silently, I went along. I don't know why I didn't scream for help. Somebody would've heard me, and I know that. Perhaps I had gotten used to this sort of thing happening with the bloodline purges and whatnot. A child's mind is easily influenced after all.
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"Mirai." I spoke after arriving home. No response.
"Mirai." I said again, this time a bit louder.
"MIRA-"
"I'm up, I'm up. What is it Rekka?" She replied, slightly angry.
"Did Nashiruu ever come home?" I said to my wife.
Her eyes widened as she realizes she never heard the door open. For some reason, she always woke up after taking a small nap while Nashiruu was at school. This time, he never knocked, so she never woke up. Suddenly, an announcement was made.
One of the Elders use a hidden technique by a Konohagakure clan to telepathically speak to all within a large range. They went rogue a while ago, but Kiri knew that the elder has secrets, and were willing to accept him in exchange for complete loyalty.
"All citizens of Kiri, please report in the courtyard of the Mizukage tower and wait." I waited to see if there was anything else. No response. I knew what had happened. The last time an announcement like this was made, it was during the third great ninja war, and during the last recapturing of the Sanbi. Since no war was going on, it was easy to deduce that the next Three Tails jinchuuriki had been chosen.
"Shit." I spoke, silently under my breath. "Mirai, I'm going to use a sensory technique to find our son, so stay put." I reassure my wife, as I put on my headband and flak.
"Stay s-." She muttered.
"Safe?" I interrupted before she could finish her sentence, smirking smugly.
She blushed. "I was going to say stay safe honey." She muttered once again.
Chuckling, I replied, "That's why you're my wife." before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead and leaving out the door.
I begin to head toward the Mizukage tower. I exclaim, "Hidden Jutsu: Water Droplet Sensory Technique!" and suddenly, every drop of water vapor becomes a mini "camera" that I can use to locate chakra signatures.
It didn't take very long for me to pick up his signature, along with several other signatures as well, and they were all in the Mizukage tower.
"Gotcha." I spoke to myself, as I began rushing toward the tower, despite the glares I received from other villagers. But one thing struck me as odd. "Why did I detect Kensuke's chakra as well?"
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Being trapped in a dark room wasn't fun. And it is way less fun when you're trapped in a dark room with people you don't know, aside from the one who put you there. After sitting in the dark, doing nothing for what felt like hours, a door finally opened.
"You, you and you, come." A woman with auburn hair and a blue dress entered the room said as she pointed to myself and several other kids. One of the children started crying, understandably so. "The rest of you are free to go." The lady spoke. She then says, "But if you tell your parent's... I'll kill you." In a nonchalant tone, while smiling as well! The nerve of this woman.
Several Anbu began untying the children as they started running outside the door. I could hear several adult voices happily recoiling in joy as the woman began walking out the door.
After noticing I never got up, one of the accompanying Anbu had said, "Hey, kid, Lady Terumi has asked you to get up."
Timidly crying to myself, like a child, I stubbornly refused her order, to which the woman then walked up to me menacingly. "You know, little boy, -" the woman approached me. "- children should listen to their seniors."
She then pulled my ear, and to my surprise, it began burning. "AHHHHH!" The woman had stopped, but the pain was still apparent, and she refused to pay any real attention to me as she grabbed my hand.
Finally, a change in scenery, was the usual misty aura that had coated Kiri's atmosphere. Of course, that wasn't my biggest concern. My biggest concern should have been the insanely large amount of Kiri shinobi standing in the courtyard, awaiting a response from the woman. Something was going on that I wasn't aware of.
"Welcome all, to this long-awaited coronation of the next Mizukage, and the Three Tails Jinchuuriki!" A man by the name of Ao spoke to the crowd.
Silence plagued the citizens.
"Ahem, -" He briefly paused, "-Anyway, this event, as most of you should know, requires the testing of several young children's chakra signatures, as only a select few are compatible with the Three Tails, so we apologize for any inconvenience we caused to the parents of these children." Ao says as his eyes begin to wander toward myself and the other two children.
Ao waits for a few seconds before speaking up again, "We have decided between three children to be the next Three Tails Jinchuuriki." Several people began whispering to themselves amongst the crowd of people before a familiar voice spoke up from the crowd.
"KENSUKE!" A man shouted, to which Kensuke, standing behind myself and the other two children simply looked up, recognizing his own name.
"KENSUKE!" The man shouted a second time, this time more aggressive.
It was my father.
"What the hell man? Kidnapping your own nephew?!" My father had said angrily.
"Now Rekka, now isn't the time. We can settle this after Lady Terumi has been made Mizukag-" Kensuke cut himself off, but the words had already been spoken.
Ao, now angry at my father and Kensuke for interrupting him and spoiling the announcement.
Mei Terumi, now known as Lady Mizukage, had walked up and spoken, "Well, as luck would have it, I am your next Mizukage." Many stood in silence, except for a fairly large number of men, who started cheering. For what, I wasn't sure.
"Now, as your next Mizukage, it's only fair that I should be the one to choose the next Jinchuuriki- Oh ho, how exciting!" The woman said as she smiled toward the three of us.
My head was still down as she started singing "Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, Catch the three tails by its toe!"
I was being treated like an object. It made me smile, ironically, as I had no real concept of objectification, and that song was typically one sung to small children.
"Miny, Moe." The Mizukage stopped herself.
It wasn't me.
She was pointing at someone else, a blond kid, who began crying.
A somewhat devilish smile crawled up my face as I realized that I wouldn't have to be the one to go through that pain, as selfish as it sounds. Most young kids have sociopathic tendencies after all.
"Lady Mizukage, if I may." Kensuke spoke up.
"Call me a Mirror baked hag again and I'll kill you." The Mizukage replied, to which Kensuke's entire serious expression went away as he became confused, before quickly returning to his serious tone.
"M-my apologies, M'lady, but I'd argue that Nashiruu, my nephew here, would be a more suitable host, no?"
What.
What the hell.
Why was my uncle suggesting making me the Sanbi Jinchuuriki?
"I mean our clan, the Kira Clan, has an entire history of renowned shinobi, even if we are in a... less than comfortable position now..." Kensuke said, his pitch-black eyes lighting up briefly before continuing. "Being a victim of the bloodline purges helps with keeping him in check as well."
The newly crowned Mizukage stood in silence while a sharp voice roared, "Are you out of your god damned mind Kensuke? Talking about the bloodline purges, making your nephew a weapon, what the hell has gotten into you." My father began walking toward the stairs that led to where I was standing.
"Very well." The Mizukage had spoken up. Her unusually calm demeanor shattering before my father's glare. "Nashiruu Kira will be made the Sanbi Jinchuuriki!" My dad began charging toward the Mizukage as she covered her mouth with her hands.
"Let this be a lesson to never defy your Mizukage!" Mei shouted sharply. "Boil Release: Skilled Mist Technique!" Meihad weaved hand seals as mist began to leave her mouth.
My father had contacted the mist and very quickly backed away as his Kiri flak began to corrode, while his arms began to sear. Several Anbu shinobi held him down as he looked down in guilt or regret. I couldn't quite tell, as my brain had taken its leave to process these last 20 seconds.
I was going to be the next Jinchuuriki? I thought to myself, thinking about myself a few months ago when Utakata was made the next Rokubi Jinchuuriki.
Fate certainly has a cruel way of thinking.
Several shinobi grabbed my shoulders as the Mizukage, Ao, and Kensuke had started running toward the place where the sealing was going to take place. Several Anbu were carrying a very large scroll that probably contained the Three Tails.
As we approached the sealing temple, my mind had drifted off as Kensuke had lifted me on his back in order to save time.
Ironic that the man who suggested I be the next Jinchuuriki is now letting me sit on his back as we arrive.
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"AAARGH!" My blood was boiling, there wasn't any other kind of physical pain that could describe this feeling. "PLEAGHH- AHH." I couldn't even form cohesive sentences as I just wanted the pain to stop. Of course, being a child, this was undeniably the worst pain I've ever felt.
Is this what torture felt like? I couldn't even finish my thoughts as another large load of chakra was dumped into the seal that was placed on me.
"AAAAIRGHHAHHH!" Yet another scream.
I didn't get a very good look at it when it was placed on me, because I didn't know just how painful the sealing of a Tailed Beast was. I regret being so submissive when Kensuke was kidnapping me.
They called it the Iron Armour Seal, another technique they stole from another Nation. Wow, Kiri steals a lot of things. I thought to myself before crying again.
A rough voice could be heard in the background, "How much longer is this going to take, M'Lady?" An Anbu guard had asked.
"Give it about thirty minutes or so." She replied blankly.
Maybe it was just me, but it felt like my mind was splitting into two. Just then, I could feel my conscious fading.
"Hello?" A deep, rough voice had called out to me.
"It's dark here." The voice spoke again.
I opened my "eyes" to see a giant turtle, slowly getting bigger from dumps of red chakra being poured on to it. This is the three tailed turtle.
"Ahhh, you must be my next Jinchuuriki." The giant turtle spoke, expecting a reply. When none came, he opened his barely visible mouth to speak again.
"Tell you what shrimp. If you let me out once this sealing is over, I'll leave you alone. Sound like a plan?" The three tails said, to which, I started crying. I mean, what was I supposed to do?
The turtle stopped growing as the red chakra halted its flow. "Looks like the sealing's done."
It's official.
I was the Jinchuuriki of the Three Tails.