I didn't know whether or not to update this one or my Made in Kiri but I decided on this one. Just to put this out there about Made in Kiri; Naruto won't show up until chapter three and YES there's a reason he did what he did.

Enjoy the story

CHAPTER THREE

Terror of the Night

Ameagakure no Sato

A pair of eyes as blue and as bright as a clear sky opened from the side of a brick building, directly over the shadow a taller building cast on it. The eyes narrowed slightly at their target, a tall man with shaggy white hair. The eyes looked at the poor state of the person; his clothes were singed and slashed and the two toads on his shoulders didn't seem to be worse off either. The toad sage clasped his hands together and spat out a ball of fire to the six paths of pain, even the chakra rain that poured on the village couldn't stifle the smouldering ball of flames as it tunnelled towards their targets.

The eyes closed and in the mind of the assassin the words echoed.

Shadow him and make sure he comes back

He sighed and muttered. "Sure." And he wrenched control of all the shadows of the six paths and winced only a little as the sage mode fire ball bathed all six of the paths. Since he was in control of their shadows then that meant that he was also in control of them; he could feel what they felt and that encompassed feeling pain.

Jiraiya's eyes widened in surprise that his attack had actually connected without the paths retaliating in any way. The toads on his shoulders shared his shock as they beheld the bonfire that crackled in the rain at the very centre of the village, where the houses had been flattened by numerous other attacks. The man slumped forward and panted for air, his eyes flicking around at whether or not it had been a trick.

His senses warned him of an attack and he dove out of the way of a sharp, flat and flexible metal tail that jutted out of the ground abruptly with intentions of cutting him in half. A three faced head broke out of the ground and grinned at him evilly. The ground groaned and Jiraiya just barely leaped upwards as the earth under his feet opened, showing a mighty maw large enough to easily swallow his chief toad summon. He felt a great force slam into his back and blasted him far away from the village to the very edge, where a cliff overlooking the sea waited for him. He landed on his feet and skidded back, throwing up sand and stones but not far enough to push him off the cliff and into the water. The four armed machine path sped at him again and the toad sage got into a strong Toad Fist taijutsu stance and waited patiently for the deformed path to come to him. The path ducked his head down and his serrated tail curved over his head and towards its target, but before the white haired sage could bat the tail away and breathe more fire onto the path the tail froze in the air.

The path's eyes enlarged as two of its four arms fell onto the ground and burst on fire, summarily turning into ash. Inside the shadow, the real Naruto continuously powered through a cycle of handseals, ten seals that started over and over again after he was finished. His cloak was gone, leaving only his pale face to shine inside the pitch darkness of the shadow of the path, so deep inside that no one would have seen him. Perspiration broke out on his forehead at the amount of concentration he had to expend to do what he was doing; the path was a violent one that had more muscle mass than him and by controlling his body, and also breaking it apart with fire, he had to constantly channel chakra to overpower the beastly path.

But the rinnegan was not a weak doujutsu, not by a long shot.

Two more arms fell down onto the ground and disintegrated into ash, leaving the path armless and confused at its inability to move. Jiraiya shook off his own confusion and clenched his fists, before he slammed them both on the tip of the tail.

Crack!

The iron tail fracture from the tip to close to the middle, then the rest of the tail fell as well and turned into ash. Naruto grunted under his breathe and continued flowing through handseals, even as he felt all the Hiden art: Shadow Clones get destroyed by only one path, after the rest had been dealt with seeing as they weighed and had the average body strength of every other person, the problem only being that their connected doujutsu made it harder for him to cut them up and burn their bodies before they could revive. There was a great yanking force and he was forcefully dragged out of the second to last paths shadow by the back of his neck, the simple question of how the rinnegan holder was able to pull him out of the shadow lost to him. The assassin spun around to face the invisible force was taking him to in mid-air, making sure that his cloak of darkness was on securely before he opened his arms, throwing open the cloak but only for the path to see pure darkness, and more than a hundred vaguely human shaped shadows poured out and converged on the wide eyed path.

Although the assassin didn't give the cloak any special, ground trembling name, unlike his 'Pasty Face', what was contained in the cloak, when the Nara allowed it to open for all the world to see, was the accumulation of darkness and shadows that went so deep and was so strong that Naruto had to draw a summoning contract just to keep a firm hold on it all. He called the darkness in his cloak his 'Night Dimension'. Ever since he had been a child and found out that his shadow manipulation was very much different from that of his clan mates he wondered whether or not he could not only change the form of his opponents shadows to his own form, hence the jutsu Hiden art: Shadow clone technique, but to also be able to take their shadows from them and utilize this by himself. He experimented on this all through his chunin days by taking control of shadows and ripping them off their former owner's bodies; this not only disintegrated the shadows but also carved out a chunk of his chakra painfully. His next option was to take the shadows from his dead victims' corpses, and this was widely successful. As he became jounin he began using his own shadow to store the other shadows, with his own being a sort of warden and the other shadows being prisoners, but after reaching a hundred different shadows stored by his own shadow it became a struggle to hold them all at once.

That was why he came up with the idea of storing all his stolen shadows in a cloak and freeing him from personally ensuring hold on them. Formerly he had been using a special kind of seal to hold the shadows in his cloak but after reaching the five hundred limit he had to devise another way to store shadows or else he had to stop completely, and stopping his collection of victims shadows was not in Naruto's vocabulary so he spent the better part of a month writing and creating his own summoning dimension, which was a super sophisticated version of a storage seal called the Infinity seal.

There was no limit to the shadows he could imprison there.

Just like Kakashi was able to perform a thousand jutsu and more, Naruto was the owner of over a thousand souls. The only difference being that no one, not even the Hokage, knew about it.

That was why Pein was stunned when the shadows that surged to him became slightly more corporal and stood on the ground like any normal creature. Their faces couldn't be discerned but their numbers almost over whelmed the rinnegan holder. His eyes pulsed and repelled them before they could reach him. Naruto threw open his cloak again, looking more like a bat spreading its wings to fly, and the dark creatures he had summoned returned to him. As his feet touched down he again melted into the small darkness beside an upturned rock before Jiraiya could look up after burning the second-to-last path up.

His mission was to be Jiraiya's shadow; he wasn't to be seen or noticed by Jiraiya.

The Toad sage used Pein's hesitation and ran forward. The master and former student engaged in a fast paced taijutsu fight, one using sheer muscle strength and the other making full use of flexibility and foresight his doujutsu allowed him. Jiraiya thrust two fists to his face and Pein stepped back and slapped both of them away with the back of his palms, stepping on the sage's stomach and pivoting on the heel planted in the master's stomach to deliver a fatal kick to the side of his face. The blow connected but the experienced fighter used it to flip to the side once and shoot back, driving his right elbow through the diaphragm of the path. The path drove his left knee up, wheezing and his eyes pulsing to keep up with his former teacher, and barely clipped the man's arm. The red head slid under a chop to his neck, batted away a kick and flashed three concise punches to the man's stomach, chest and finally his jaw, which lifted Jiraiya clear off his. As the dazed and incredibly tired man was coming down to earth the path got into a rigid ready stance, his right leg twitched and his eyes narrowed, power flashing through them like lightning crossing the sky. His leg shot up, coated with chakra and on a war path to cleave off the falling sages head but before the finishing blow could connect the path felt a small force push him backwards. The toad sage was snapped out of his daze as soon as his feet hit the ground and his fist summarily smashed into the paths surprised face, in shock that all bodily movements have left him.

His limp body flew through the air, he could even feel a few teeth dislodge from his mouth, and he crashed head first into a block of stone that had been raised when Jiraiya had first crash landed. The path stubbornly got to his feet and the very centre of his head bled profusely but his gaze was not on his primary opponent but on the force that had destroyed all other five of the paths. He bent down abruptly and jammed his fist into his own shadow, dragging Naruto out by his blonde-black hair and driving his knee into the unprotected belly of the assassin, who burst into chakra smoke after the attack. So fast was the motion that Jiraiya, who was woozy from overusing sage mode to heal himself and exerted from fighting for so long, doubted what he had seen.

The fight had already been more than an hour in when Naruto had pushed through the rain barrier of the Rain village, only to walk in on the toad sage and six red heads tearing apart the village as they fought.

The path wasn't able to stay on the matter that the Night was now the culprit from killing off his other paths because Jiraiya, after bobbing his head to the bolstering of the two toad elders on his shoulders ran at Pein. The red head lifted his arms and moved them in complex motions; the earth around him trembled and shook with each movement until it the area close to the cliff broke apart into solid rectangular rocks, each one spinning around the path, even as the sage kept pelting towards him tirelessly. The rinnegan holder kicked two blocks away from him and propelled them further with his gravitational control, more blocks followed suit and Jiraiya was forced to flip and leap over them, but even as he did so they circled around and came back. As the path manipulated the rocks to crush his target his eyes zeroed back down to his shadow and he spat.

"Blood seeking missiles."

His rinnegan glowed with power and above his head exactly a hundred warheads as large as a new born baby swirled into sight, painted red and the tips regularly beeping from white to purple. Inside the shadow of the path Naruto gulped and suppressed a yelp as he dove deeper into the shadow as the missiles poured in after him, using his newly summoned cloak to slow his descent down by opening his arms and his cape suddenly becoming more rigid, like the wings of any bird.

No one knew this but inside the shadows of every individual were echoes of their past, starting from the house, or area, they were born in and ending to their current situation in a few hours. Faces were vague but still mostly clear. These memories couldn't touch Naruto and he couldn't even hear their painful moans. It could have been a good interrogation technique if not for the problem of wading through tormented memories; Naruto goes through enough daily, he didn't want to lose his soul even more than he already had.

Usually when a Nara was to manipulate a targets shadow it was just to control the surface, but Naruto went deeper and was able to control the entire shadow, even the hidden parts. This wasn't to say that Naruto wasn't able to stretch his own shadow, instead of disconnecting it completely, to control an opponent. It was much more in tune to his profession as an assassin if he was able to delve into the shadow of a target, to spy, kill them or turn them into his puppets through shadow control. There was even a visible bubble that separated the surface shadow to the hidden shadow, which was where Naruto stood on to control the path.

The assassin flew across the sky, dodging and kicking away missiles, which struck and exploded on the barrier over the echoed memories. The barrier didn't budge, probably because the doujutsu prevented any harm from reaching his memories, i.e. his psyche. Even though he had been able to manoeuvre away from more than a few and had them explode either against themselves or on the barrier there was still more than a dozen that flew after him. His mind raced for what to do as he felt the fight between Pein and Jiraiya was slowly creeping to the formers favour, his bright blue eyes clicked with an idea and he abruptly spun around, facing the incoming missiles with his cloak-like wings wide open but still hiding his body in darkness.

"Hiden art: Eternal Marching Band of the Nara Clan." He said in a deep voice and shadows in the shape of thick black circles burst out from the abyss of darkness that shrouded his body. The circles impacted against the missiles and the assassin never stopped the onslaught of attacks. He stopped his counter attack and flew straight up, towards the light that was dimmed by the perpetual rain that fell over the hidden village. The assassin squinted his eyes, perfectly aware of the ten or so missiles that honed after him.

Pein's eyes bulged when the dark form of the Night erupted straight out of his shadow like a bat out of hell, just as a block of stone broke against the sages face and knocked him hard against another incoming rock. The Nara made sure his face was still neutral but he couldn't hold down the small upward curve of a corner of his lips as he felt the tip of the missile lightly brush against his back. His body fell back into the shadow of the rinnegan holder and as his feet touched down on the dome separation he slapped his hands together into the Rat handseal.

"Hiden art: Shadow Imitation technique."

The body of the doujutsu holder froze up but his eyes watched on in horror as the split second speed of the assassin fazing back into the shadow allowed his own missiles to come back to him, too close to change direction and too unexpected for Pein to reabsorb them back into his body.

B-B-Bo-Bo-B-B-Boom!

Naruto hastily dove from one shadow to another away from the blast, his cloak billowing around him as he surged and pinged from place to place until he reached Jiraiya, who was trying his best to rub out the blood pouring over his eyes. The Nara wrested control of the sages shadow to him and mechanically controlled the man to run away from the billowing fire and the shockwaves that rumbled outwards from the very place Pein had received nothing less than ten Blood Seeking Missiles.

"What the hell?!" the man yelled as his feet automatically moved away from the explosions. Both he and Naruto looked up through the thick stack of smoke that swirled around the area the path had been bombarded when they heard low pitched whistling sounds. Naruto released his hold and the sage instinctively flowed through a short set of seals. "Earth style: Mud wall!" he slammed his hands on the ground and a wall of earth rose up quickly, just in time to defend against the array of paper bombs and shards that had seemingly been sent from heaven.

Naruto's eyes squinted through the toad summoners shadow, a pair of blue eyes that the man couldn't notice because they were at the base of his feet, and the assassin hissed lowly and muttered. "Why don't these people just die?" he was already feeling the effects of using multiple jutsu simultaneously and continuously. His reserves might have been a bit higher than normal but even he had his limits. A large drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face and he closed his eyes as Jiraiya looked down sharply, opening them again when the mud wall broke apart and more shards of paper bombs flew through.

It would have been much easier if he wasn't trying to hide his presence from the toad sage; fighting in the dark was his specialty but fighting in the open also had its perks.

The assassin crossed his arms and flowed away from his targets shadow, zipping down a different path and the paper jutsu followed after him, leaving behind the confused sage as he watched the assault of paper shuriken bombs spin through the air and blast on the ground as it tried to follow an invisible moving object. This made him Naruto wonder; how was the new comer, who was still yet to be seen, able to know where he was. His Shadow Chain Teleportation was very untraceable, that was why he used it the most. The ninja shook the question out of his mind; it was probably the rinnegan user feeding the paper user information through a headset or something. That brought up another question.

The red heads he had killed were all corpses. He had checked when he controlled their shadows, made them into his clones and slide a kunai through their jugulars but the blood that came out did nothing to slow them down, leaving only either incineration by fire or fatal acupuncture by wind. He didn't need to look to know that as the fire and smoke from the multiple war heads got dampened by the rain falling down from the heavens there was only a pair of feet standing on the ground, nothing left from the knees to the head.

Deep in the shadow of the fallen blocks of stone he looked up and ran through them with his head low and his arms flying behind him, not wanting or needing to glide with his cloak because he was already too low to use them. He skidded to a stop in the shadow between the pair of feet and flashed through three handseals, a spark of electricity passed through his blue eyes. "Hiden art: Shadow Sewing." And from the place he hid in a single black thread weaved on the ground and connected to the shadow of the incoming onslaught of bombs, threading through all the paper bomb shadows in a single shadow thread. All the bombs froze in mid-air, in the middle of the thin smoke stack around the pair of feet, away from the sage seeing him use shadow manipulation. The assassin braced himself and threw his cloak open with a mental image, he leaped forward and flashed up the thread to the very top, so high up he could even see the clouds that poured rain over the village. He instinctively wrapped his legs around the torso of the woman, from behind her, and his right arm went over her shoulder and grabbed her chin while his other hand remained back and grabbed the back of her purple haired head. Quick as a flash and testament to his experience as an assassin he snapped the woman's neck in one fluid motion.

Crack!

He didn't even consider the flapping paper wings on her back or the fact that it was a woman in black and red clouded cloak. When the body crumbled into fizzling paper in his arms he hissed under his breath and muttered. "Ah shit-"

Boooooooooom!

The chain of paper he had in his thread as well as the paper clone she had replaced herself with exploded with enough force to rip apart the earth and send violent tremors and quakes throughout the whole village, starting from the paper clone down to the paper bombs close to the pair of feet that used to be a path of Pein; even the cliff over the sea crumbled apart and the rocks plopped into the water, eliciting mighty splashes. Jiraiya didn't have time to look deep into the thin smoke before he had to flee from being roasted alive, yet again, by another explosion but this time of greater magnitude. There was a mighty thud and finally silence.

Jiraiya was then had the option of reporting his findings to the Hokage or further investigating what he had already gotten; he chose the former. With a final look to the devastation that had been multiple paper jutsu bombs he ran in a blur of speed. Naruto sighed in relief when he felt his target flee and closed his eyes. He was the one that had landed on his back at roughly a thousand feet in the air, and he was in pain. His clothes were singed and his cloak was now a blurry shadowy movement that flapped in the wind, not as corporal as before. The rain that poured on him flattened his hair down and soaked into his skin, weighing him down but he still felt his lips curve up as Jiraiya became nothing more than a speck of nature chakra in the distance.

Mission complete.

He opened an eye when he heard a flurry of paper gather to his right. His weakly opened eye looked up into the stoic gaze of the 'Angel of Ame' and the woman bent down on one knee beside him. She took off the head seat and Naruto felt like this was how the main rinnegan holder, if there was a main rinnegan holder, was telling her where he was even if he was in a shadow. She tapped a small red button on the headset and tucked it into her cloak.

"So you are the Night." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged weakly, his limbs spread eagle and his chest panting for air a little. "Depends on who's asking." His smirk went up a fraction and even though her face didn't convey it he saw a small, almost invisible twinkle in her eyes.

She fully knelt down beside him and her lips lowered to his face, she tucked her rain dampened purple hair behind her ear and whispered close to his ear. "I need your help…Lord Night."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

06:30PM

Konoha Supermarket

Market district

Konohagakure no Sato

An elderly woman in a black bob and white apron eyed the scrappily dressed youngster for a minute as he presented two loaves of bread, three different boxes of cereal and a pack of sugar to her side of the check-out. The boy was a mess; blonde-black hair chaotic and a few strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, his flak jacket, if you would call it that, was barely hanging on his body by thin green threads, his long black sleeves were frayed up to his elbows and his pants were not better either. Her lips twitched down at the way he was and the boy seemed to gather his senses; his shadow crept up his body and covered his torso to his calf in a long cloak.

Store policy dictated that she treat each customer with respect, the camera pointing at her section that was linked straight to the manager's office also contributed to her swallowing her venom and stiffly swiping his purchases across the counter.

"Will that be all…sir?" she hissed under her breathe and the boy sent her a wiggly smile and nodded.

"Yes."

"That would be a hundred and fifty ryu." She could see him rummage inside his cloak and finally present her with a two hundred ryu note. The woman took the money and handed him his change, which he dropped into the tip jar, took his paper bag full of his purchases and swept out of the supermarket. The doors slid open and as he stepped out the tired ninja closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as he felt the rays of the sun dip under the horizon.

"Just when I thought I'd get some rest." He sighed forlornly and began to walk forward again towards his clan's compound, until a small weight slammed into his back and jolted him forward slightly, not enough to unstable or even drop his bag of things. He was tired and almost dangerously low on chakra but not that tired. There was a small groan behind him. He looked over his shoulder at the blonde haired girl sitting on her butt and rubbing her sore head.

"I'm sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going."

The Nara turned to her and carefully looked at her, even though she was still busy trying to remember where she was after slamming face first into what felt like a solid marble and brick wall. The girl was obviously about his younger brother's age, dressed in a mid-riff black shirt and white shorts, with just a pair of white socks that went into black sneakers. Her blonde hair was styled into two pony tails and when she opened her eyes her bright blue eyes, very similar to his, he instantly remembered who she is.

"Ah, don't worry about it." He held out his hand and helped her up. She dusted down the back of her shorts and looked at him with large eyes. It was almost painful how the memories came back to him; a tiny blue eyed girl clinging onto his legs with Shikamaru, begging him to show them jutsu. He was one of the ninjas that guarded the girl when she was younger and, naturally, he would invite his younger brother to accompany him during those times; that was how Shika and Suzu became great friends. Back when he was still looking after her she would make it a competition to see how much she could get under his skin by whining with Shika; their attempts were cute but he was used to handling Gai on his most youthful of days. Nothing could top that.

Suzu eyed him curiously and furrowed her eyebrows; he could basically see the cogs turning in her head. "Do I know you, mister?" the hair looked familiar and the paleness of his face just added to it. Then it clicked. "Naruto?!" she tackled him in a strong hug and stepped back hastily, a light dusting of red on her cheeks. She was also four when he left; it was a miracle she could even remember him.

Naruto beamed at her and patted her head, increasing the blush by only a little. "You're a lot taller than I remember." His hand went back to his side.

The jinchuriki puffed out her cheeks. "Well yeah, I'm not four anymore." She looked at his bag of things, then to his general unpreparedness, as seen by his messed up hair. "Just coming back from another mission?"

"Something like that." he answered shortly and threw the conversation away from him. "Where are you going?" the street lights were already on and the streets were clearing. Shops were closing and the shadow user could see a few ANBU flit around on the roofs.

"I'm going to have a sleepover at Hinata's." The Hyuuga heiress, his mind filled in. He didn't want to know where she kept her sleep over things; maybe they were already at the Hyuuga compound. "Madam Kazahana just released another movie and I am dying to watch it."

"Well I don't want to stop you." He said with a quick smile. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." The cloaked man began walking away until he heard a loud call from the girl.

"Uhm hey! Where were you for ten years? We were all worried." It was like a dagger to his heart at the way her voice broke a little. Naruto was a friendly; unsurprisingly he has a lot of friends, friends' that he still planned to go around that very evening to see. Maybe it was best if he laid off the long term missions without prior warning to them.

"I was protecting Konoha." He said as he turned back to her. The Nara sent her a two fingered salute and began walking away backwards. "See you later, Suzu." And he spun around and walked forward, leaving the slightly flustered girl alone and almost, almost lost for breathe.

"Damn it, old man." She sighed resignedly with her shoulders slumped down heavily. It was what she called Naruto when he was still looking after her and for the life of her it never got to him. The Kyuubi holder then remembered herself and she waved to her former guardians back as she called. "I'll see you later, old man!"

Naruto felt a small smirk creep up his lips and he silently waved over his shoulder back to her. The girl could feel the great beast sealed in her scoff and she resisted the temptation of punching herself in the stomach. She darted in another direction towards the Hyuuga compound.

Now the oldest son of the Nara clan head had to worry about dinner with his family, drinks with his father and his father's friends, he need to switch his sake for juice or something, visiting all of his friends and apologizing and the job he had to do tomorrow with the stoic Angel of Ame, Konan.