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[Unknown location: 08:02am]
Another scream… another cry of death and agony, rushing through the stone pathways that made up his home. The 'son' of this place's master, sat up with a small sigh at the result of his father's mistakes again… maybe playing with kabuto was a bad idea, especially before such an important experiment. Alas, he cared little… what was his father going to do to stop him. "mmnnn….morning sochi-kun…. How did you sleep?" The boy's lips stretched into a small smile as he looked around the stone room he dwelled in. Said boy, if one were unlucky enough to see, would note his appearance as such… too innocent to be anything but evil. Orange eyes full of hidden aggression, long blond hair that reached down to his waist and a body that was far too developed. The boy stretched and let a yawn leave him as he walked over to the door to his room, catching an apple that flew over to him as he caught it. "I'm good kaa-san. Tou-san woke me up with another experiment though. I think it was the white eyes today"
Inside naruto's mind, The ex-kyuubi nodded as she too began to stretch and yawn. Over the years, she had settled into the role of mother for the young boy, finding that while at times she could be terrified of what he could do… she none the less, felt more proud every day with her little freak of nature. 5 years to the day and the boy had grown as if it had been 50 in terms of power. His Maindo abilities had grown far beyond simple lashes of kinetic energy and it was all thanks to her training… not the bastard who had convinced naruto to call a 'father'. While she knew the boy was only maintaining an act, she had to admit… the snake had some interesting ideas on how to apply her gift. Her thoughts trailed back to her son as she watched through his eyes; tilting her head as she watched him choose his outfit for the day. "going with that again sochi? You already wore that yesterday"
"I did. But tou-san said that I should expect another birthday gift today. This is the best outfit to wash blood out of after all… if he cuts it open though, I'll just rip his eye out again". The fox just giggled at that memory… oh how it had been such a delight to see the great and powerful orochimaru scream in pain as tendrils of burnt orange held him down, the son she loved so much prying his eye free with no mercy in his smile. That was by far her favourite way that her son used her chakra; creation. Ironic for a beast of destruction such as herself. While his mother was lost to her thoughts, again, the boy known as naruto yoko hummed to himself as he slipped on a black shirt over his torso and a pair of white shorts; still stained with splatters of old blood. His hand swiped over the sealing array over his door, watching it open as he stepped out of the room and into the hallway on the other side… where crusted blood, bodies and otherwise decorated his doorway. "A-AH Naruto-sama! Y-your father sent me to wish you a happy birthday sir, a..and to say he wishes to see you in an hour!"
The boy's orange eyes gazed up and down the one in front of him…another subject from Konoha? He recognised their features from one of the books he managed to get his hands on "… I know you…". The girl froze as she locked eyes with the boy, shaking in her boots as she stepped back… she followed his eyes to her shoulder, where her curse mark lay clear… covered by her hair, the strands of silken midnight laid across her skin. When his smile grew, the orange glow of his eyes following, she almost broke down crying on the spot. "u..chi…ha…". The girl nodded, stepping back out of fear as he stepped towards her. "tou-san finally got one of you… how…?". The girl just let out a hiccup out of fear as she continued to step backwards, only to stop out of pain as something closed around her throat.. lifting her into the air "I asked you a question~".
Her legs kicking wildly as her eyes threatened to burst with unshed tears, the child looked the boy in the eyes and… blinked. She was back on the ground, the blond walking towards her silently…with a look of pity. "you smell of loss. Pain. Sadness… it stinks. What happened and who are you". The lack of movement from the boy's lips was not helping her fear, but she spoke anyway, too afraid of making what she saw into a reality. "m-my name..i..is..n..number 7..". ah… that explained it. A biological clone… when he went to kill her like all the rest however, her next words froze him to the core. "i-I was cultivated from the cells of itachi Uchiha and kushina Uzumaki to be a friend to n-naruto yoko.. s-so I can help him maintain a stable mind to control his abilities".
The kyuubi within sighed as she prepared herself to see the death of another innocent. While not exactly against it, kushina's influence had caused her develop a twisted sense of morals… children were not meant to suffer after all. But when she didn't hear any cries of pain however, her eyes went back to her son's, only to widen at what she saw. The boy was…curious? He leant forward and looked this Uchiha/Uzumaki in the eyes, sniffing a few times. "…friend?". The girl nodded, preparing to have her life stolen from her. She knew the result of others like her coming to this boy… she had to clean the last one off the walls. "….I like you… You smell different to the others. Like seawater". Number seven did blink a few times at that before nodding, remembering the boy's strange way of sensing chakra. "y-yes. My mother's chakra nature was water… I inherited it". Naruto knew what this girl was to him of course… he just didn't care. She didn't know apparently and he preferred to keep it that way. He only had one mother. "seven is not a good name. I don't like it"
At that, the girl prepared to run. Not liking something in naruto's book more than usually resulted in its death, slow or quick. What she didn't expect was for the word itself to appear in front of the boy in the form of orange chakra, the boy looking at the word 'seven' as if it were a puzzle to be solved. When he ended up dragging the letters around, she was shocked to find that they shifted, the curves of each letter becoming different as he smiled and played with them. "…Sachiko. Lucky, like seven". Whilst the shock of having a name given to her by THE naruto yoko washed over her, she was surprised to see those playful orange orbs turn hard and cold at something behind her. A hand on her shoulder was all she needed to know who was currently holding her in their grip. "now now son… you shouldn't name the tools. You might get attached to them…which will be very bad when they break".
Not the best thing to say. Orochimaru was someone you could call…ambitious. Breaking naruto yoko of his disobedience had become a large goal of his in the last 5 years… one that he was very unsuccessful with. Even as the stonework in the tunnel began to crack, he kept his grip on the young girl and his smirk on his lips, his amber eyes staring into eyes of flame. "…let her go…" the word was heavy.. cold.. blazing with murderous intent as the snake sannin was thrown back. Sachiko was frozen to the spot at that, watching her creator be flung down the hallway by words alone. She squeeked as the boy wrapped.. a tail.. of orange chakra around her, and couldn't help the shudder at just how warm it was. "d-damn brat… Fine. She's yours anyway, one of your gifts. Now come along so you can get the second..". while he held no belief that he could actually force the child to follow, the satisfaction at seeing the little monster follow him and drag the girl with him was… well. He couldn't help but laugh. A laugh that caused naruto to roll his eyes in annoyance…soon. Soon he'll make this snake see who was really in control. He had been influencing this man into doing what he wanted through the past five years… and this was the last thing he needed.
"well naruto-kun~ on the table. Your little friend can stay if she wishes". Of course, what she wanted didn't matter to either one of them… orochimaru saw a way to control the boy. and naruto… naruto didn't know. "kaa-san. Are you influencing my thoughts again..?" "no sochi. But you should see where this friendship comes… you need more than your dear old mother after all. When you Make your escape, take the girl with you. She could be a good bargaining chip". Even as the boy felt needles counting in the hundreds begin to stab into him from the machines that stood around him, he didn't give the snake any satisfaction of causing him pain… he was confused however. This was new. He had asked for the eyes of a hyuuga, not this… He realised all too late that he had not heard anything from the snake sannin this entire time, the muted screaming of his mother in the back of his head as he watched the sannin stare at him with a dark smirk.
"For all your power, brat, you're still just a kid. Now… let the show begin". A scream of pain tore itself from naruto's throat as he gripped the table he sat on. Sachiko was forced to duck or avoid random medical instruments being thrown around the room by the boy's pain. Orochimaru on the other hand frowned as he looked to his henchmen, eyes filled with frustrated confusion directed at the shivering doctor. "I-I'm sorry sir! There must've been something wrong with the seals or something, he wasn't supposed to be able to use chakra!". If the snake was accepting of this mistake, he didn't show it, running the doctor through on a kunai as he sighed. "IT MATTERS NOT. CONTINUE THE PROCEDURE!". He watched as the needles across the boy's body began to pump tainted and mutated blood into his body, licking his lips at the agonising screams that naruto let out, even as the operating room was reduced to rubble around the boy and his friend, pulses of orange chakra shattering the seals in place. "a human sacrifice of the Uzumaki clan.. a healing factor within the realms of the supernatural… Doctor. Keep a list of how many bloodlines synchronise with this boy. And once you're done, take a sample of his blood…and remove his memories with a genjutsu".
As the man stood up with a nod, heading over to the monitor to read the live feed on the boy's vitals, he was caught off guard as a metallic tabletop came through the chakra reinforced viewing glass, shattering it and bisecting him at the waist. Orochimaru was next, barely missing his chance to duck under a blast of solidified chakra with wide eyes… his own now staring into the mutated orbs of his 'son'. What was once a pair of orange lanterns, had become a wildifire of hatred and pain. Flaming irises, leaking into black sclera and a solid shard of crimson in the center… the eyes of the devil staring back at him. he was not prepared for what came next, chakra solidifying into raw flame as it nearly melted him along with the spot where he once stood. Sachiko lay unconscious in the boy's arms, a chance he thought, reaching out to take this girl from the boy in an attempt to save his own life.
A fool's hope.
A thunderous crack rang out from the room, the snake sannin letting out a cry of agony as his arm fell to the ground as a smouldering pile of ashes. Moonlight as pure as silver spilt through the hole in the roof as the boy lifted himself off the ground with a dark rusted aura… his lips moving for the first time in many a year. "you have angered me for the last time orochimaru. Do not come after me, or I will scatter your still screaming lungs to the four corners of the globe…". No word came from the sannin, too occupied with the pain to acknowledge the boy as he flew through the hole.. up.. up.. to be reborn from the shell of a base that he had found himself in. he looked to the girl in his arms with a… almost saddened expression. Or to be more correct, the large cut on the side of her head. "sochi…" the mother went unanswered as naruto began his long walk in…any direction really. But she didn't have to hear the answer… the question was as loud as the spoken word, as it came not from his lips…but from his heart.
"why does it hurt…?"