Your War

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During Naruto's five month leave from school, he noticed that his aniki had grown closer to Itachi Uchiha.

At first, Itachi had come to meet Naruto when Sasuke was coming to visit. He had noticed that his brother would tell jokes more often then normal. Pein was never one to make jokes; he was always serious about the world.

When Naruto was allowed to come and rest at home, he often listened- with heightened sense- to Pein leaving the house to have small walks with Itachi.

Even as Naruto's eyes and legs were healing, and Pein still pushed him vigorously, he lightened up when Itachi told Pein to leave Naruto be, the orange haired boy did.

This did not cause Naruto to dislike Itachi. It wasn't a situation where the older Uchiha was stealing his aniki's attention. Because Itachi wasn't doing that. In fact, when Itachi came around, Pein's awareness of Naruto's existence heightened.

This was another thing that had changed. Ever since their father had returned home, Pein had grown slighter tougher in Naruto's training, pushing him beyond anything he'd ever gone.

The only time Pein spoke in the house was when Naruto said something or alone with Naruto and Gaara. Or when he was addressed.

Naruto once asked if his brother hated their father and Pein laughed and laughed and laughed.

While Naruto's vision in his Ichibi eye was still blurry and his legs were still hurting, Pein taught him new things over and over.

Like now, they stood apart in the Forest of Death with Pein's barrier around them. Itachi and Sasuke had asked to come along and watch and Pein agreed, knowing that Naruto's powers nor his could be copied.

Naruto was holding his knees, panting heavily from the mouth as he tried catching his breath. Pein smiled softly down at him.

"Again." he ordered just as soft.

Naruto groaned. "Aniki, I've been training all day. And it's all new things. I need to take it one at a time."

"There is no time." Pein stated in a serious tone. "You must learn now."

"My body hurts. My fingers hurt. My mind…..I never did so many jutsus in few hours." Naruto nearly dropped to the floor and Pein sighed.

"What have I told you when you're ready to give up?"

"Life's greatest lessons are learned through pain, big brother." Pein nodded. "But, my legs are still wounded and I can't see."

Naruto was tired. His brother had trained him non-stop. He ate, breathed, and survived on training Naruto daily.

After his brother helped him meditate, Pein taught him how to let his tailed beasts take over.

After that, Pein taught him more light jutsus and even studied more on his 'Prophecy' art.

Night after night of training was going to kill Naruto...surely Pein should have known. But, Pein would only mumble to himself and tell Naruto again….again….again.

Naruto hated handsigns more than ever.

He hated his light jutsus. Skin changing made his bones knaw. His barriers blinded him more. Training in Taijutsu forced him into the hospital again.

Naruto didn't want to cry before Itachi and Sasuke, but he was exhausted. Tears filled his eyes, but had yet to fall. "You're pushing me too hard, big brother."

Pein's hard face softened and he sighed, crouching down to his brother's level. Naruto whimpered and looked down. "Look at me, Otouto."

The blond lifted his teary eyes. "I'm sorry….I'm just so tired."

Pein smiled sadly. "I know. I know I'm pushing you too hard. But you have to understand that I'm doing it for your own good, Naruto. I'm doing this because you're my priority.

When the people you love push you to the edge of difficulty, trust them fully. Because either two things will happen. They'll catch you when you fall or they'll teach you how to fly. That's why you have to believe me, Ky."

Naruto, while rubbing his eyes, spoke in a small whisper. "But, I thought I didn't need to train so much. People always say that I'm strong."

"The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you're okay. But, I will. Do you want to rest for a moment?"

Naruto smiled. "Just a small moment to rebandage my legs and get some more eye drops."

Pein nodded as Naruto sat upon the ground with a large relieved sigh. Itachi and Sasuke came to sit with them.

"You're such a baby." Sasuke teased with a straight face. "I never whine when my father or brother train me too hard."

Naruto ignored him for once. He was too tired to argue.

Itachi rubbed his own brother's hair. "Well, Pein-san has higher expectations of Naruto."

Sasuke raised a brow and leaned closer to Naruto as if they were telling secrets. "Is it because you're a God?"

"No." Pein answered this for him while taking Naruto's leg and unwrapping it. He winced himself at the purple blotches upon his brother's legs. Kyuubi had did his best in healing them, but with another tailed beast, not everything could work.

"I have high expectations for him because he's my brother. Sasuke, have you ever heard the story of demons?"

The young Uchiha shook his head. "I've heard bits and pieces of the myth, but sometimes they don't make sense. Is it true that the Namikaze made the tailed beasts instead of the Sage of Six Paths?"

Pein laughed easily and rubbed some ointment on Naruto's small leg. "It's hardly like that, but since the Namikaze are the only holders of Hikari's journals, I will tell you the truth."

Three hundred years. Three hundred years she'd been on her own to discover more about the world.

Hikari had yet to find something that really interested her.

Her father, Hagoromo, could not teach her about the world because he was gone. She could only be happy that he was at peace now. For he would quiver by what he saw of the world today.

While he initially attempted to spread chakra for peace, Hikari's father would be highly traumatized that the normals weaponized the chakra.

Nowadays, after everyone has gone, war was all she knew. The gruesome beginnings of villages.

Indra, her eldest brother, could not teach her more about his discoveries on what the world now called Ninjutsu. She was unable to learn of those things, opting instead to watch from afar as people spread fire from their hands and rumbled the nations by punching the ground.

While her brother did not die the way he'd deserved (that is peacefully), he would still be ashamed of the way their father's teachings were being used.

Indra had left their father's wing when Hikari was only 15, though he vowed to keep visiting her. He had married an unknown woman and created what Hikari has observed as Uchiha.

Although Hikari prayed to the Gods that her nieces and nephews would remain safe, She could care less for them.

Nor could she care anymore for her other nieces and nephews, those of the last name Senju, whom the Uchiha fought.

Ashura, Hikari's other and most-funny brother, would be disappointed too. For he had birthed the Senju and to think they were fighting with their cousins.

At least they were at peace. Hikari, as the savior of the world, was required to remain until the world needed her no longer.

500 years she had been alive and yet, she still looked well under thirty. She had seen the beginning and the end.

She had witnessed a baby become born from his mother, only to see the same child die forty years later by a sword to the chest.

She had seen the beginning of war, how fascinating it had been for humans to line up on opposite ends of earth, which held no claim to neither party. And she had seen the last man walk from the battlefield, red puddles and rivers encasing the lands.

She had seen the humans, in their small bits of clothing, form homes and what they called 'schools.' She had also seen those same homes become inflamed from small mistakes.

She had seen the beginning of all things and she had seen the end of all things.

The Alpha and the Omega.

She lived in war.

And yet, she had never lost faith in humanity. There was good as much as bad.

Hikari's job now was to protect her implicit brothers and sisters: the tailed beasts her father had created. And she had done just that for those tailed beasts of one through eight. They were now hidden beneath the stone walls she had been raised.

The last one to protect was Kurama, the being within her. She had no problem with this. Yes, there was the occasional Uchiha who attempted to retrieve Kurama from her, but she had succeeded in removing their chakra, the greatest weapon she had.

Instead of killing, Hikari was the only person in the entire ninja world that could extract one's chakra, and still keep them alive.

Hikari, after years of being away from her now dead family, had finally grown used to the world. She did not understand the fights and war, but she understood the pain.

And she was willing and able to hold their pain as her own burden.

As of now, the old woman walked slowly through the desert, what the humans called Sunagakure.

Village hidden in the sand, she once contemplated. How unoriginal.

"Are we almost there?"

Kurama's voice within called impatiently. The old woman laughed.

"Calm down, brother. We are nearly there."

Kurama only grumbled.

Hikara stopped. "I hear something. Something is in this desert."

With her pure yellow eyes, the woman looked everywhere, not detecting anything further than thousands of feet.

Her grip tightened on the wooden staff within her hand and she lifted it off the ground. "Prophecy Sage Art: All Seeing Ripple."

In a hard touch, the staff connected with the ground. Hikari watched as the bright shockwaves removed themselves and spread the land.

And just before her was a tall man of equally blond hair. He stood confused and baffled and let go of the jutsu he had created.

What he wore were not clothes of the earth. Robes of bright light. He held a staff in his hand just as she. His eyes were blue, the brightest she'd ever seen. On his cheeks were lines, as if he'd been scratched.

"I know you." he stated in an obnoxious manner, eyes shining.

Hikari's brow rose. "You know me?"

The young man only nodded rapidly and pointed toward the sky. "Of course, the Sun Gods sent me here to marry you."

Hikari observed the nameless man. Such a loud and seemingly brash person this was. With a curt nod, the woman turned. "Come with me. I will show you this place….."

"Huh?"

"Your name. What's your name?" She stared at him for the longest of moments as he scratched his cheek, thinking very hard. Such a dense person this was.

"My name? Hm.. The Gods said something about Haruto. That means 'powerful.'"

The woman nodded. "Haruto then. I will show you the world before we make any moves of spending the rest of our lives together."

Hikari Namikaze took full responsibility for her own mistake. To understand the world and men, you'd have to be bred and raised by it. You'd have to be an earth member before your conscious arrived.

That was her mistake. She and Haruto travelled the world for more than a century, but less than two.

Even then, such was enough time for the man to become not a member of the world….but a destroyer.

After their son had been born and after he married and made children and those children made children, Haruto and Hikari's views had been unfoiled.

Hikari was born a savior of humankind.

Haruto bred himself to destroy it.

He'd seen the wars just as she had. The men leave battlefields just as she had, villages fall apart just as she had.

But, Haruto never saw the beginning. The small hope Hikari held for her people. He was only there for the Omega, what he felt destined to make a reality.

And Haruto, after just one hundred years of learning and observing, finally lived up to his name.

Through his battles with humans, and his experiments of chakra, Haruto became nameless through time.

The only thing people would remember of him was his cruel mind, his murders, and his appearance. His lust for the end of all things.

He used the shinobi's power against them. While Hikari's staff released energy, Haruto's staff absorbed it. It was the only way he could live.

In his jealousy toward the power of his own descendents, the Namikaze, Haruto attempted to steal the blood of a clan member only to destroy them.

Hikari was wiser beyond her years. Stronger beyond the world's strength.

She took both their lives in an attempt to stop everything. The lovers died together.

Once a man of light and love, born a man of hate.

He would only be known by a single name throughout time. History. Some would say Hikari's darkness, but they knew it was much more than that. They knew he could not be darkness, for some found comfort in that.

Haruto Namikaze became something entirely sinister.

Hikari's Monster.

Sasuke's eyes displayed shock and horror. "What does he have to do with demons?" He whispered, staring into the eyes of Pein's rinnegan.

"The demons are not coming from the ground. They are not tailed beasts. Tailed beast are only vicious when threatened as are humans."

Pein wiped Naruto's eyes and began to clean his bloody knuckles. "The only true demon in history came from above. The real thing is demons do not come from hell or beneath us. They come from the sky."

Itachi shook his head. "What does this have to do with you training Naruto so hard?"

"As I've said, my great great grandfather has the same look and personality as Naruto. He was powerful as well."

"Those who know the story believe that Hikari's monster had been reborn on October tenth, many years after his previous death. They think Naruto is a danger."

"That doesn't make any sense." Sasuke nearly screamed in anger. Itachi shushed him. This time in a quieter voice "Why are people so dumb?"

Naruto shrugged as well as Pein. "They're people. I train Naruto so that he will lose to no one. He will never be hurt again. That's why I have high expectations."

Itachi nodded as Naruto stood with his brother's help. Pein reached out his hand and lightly squeezed Naruto's nose.

"You still breathing, little bro?"

Instead of becoming embarrassed, Naruto breathed in deeply and exhaled with a large smile. He nodded vigorously.

"Good. Then you and I know you're alive. Let's get back to training, eh. Give me every sage art technique you've learned."

Naruto breathed deeply. "Some things I cannot reveal."

"Then give me your thoughts."

Naruto closed his eyes. "Prophecy Sage Art: Cogitation Monstrosity."

This was something Pein would always fear. Naruto was a child so having a power that could make his thoughts a reality was highly dangerous. They went through weeks of meditation to learn how to instantly clear the mind.

The world grew silent as a root formed from the ground and sprouted into a small flower. "I created a plant with my mind, Aniki."

Pein nodded with a smile, squeezing his brother's nose, causing the blond to squirm away in delight. "Good job."

Standing away, Pein executed his own hand signs. "Kage Bunshin."

The clone looked from Pein to Naruto. "What's my job?"

"Try to hit otouto with a flame, but Naruto, I want you to take it from him."

Both nodded as just as fire formed in Pein's clone's hands, Naruto pushed his hands before him. "Prophecy Sage Art: Chaos Genesis."

The absorption of power was enough for the clone to drop toward the ground with a sick look. "I hate doing this one." He moaned out and then he dispersed.

"That's enough, Naruto. Come here. I have something for you."

Naruto nodded and came to sit next to his older brother only for Pein to grab him and place the blond in his lap.

The jinchuriki blushed heatedly. He was getting older and Sasuke, his rival, was right there.

"You return to school tomorrow, so I have something to give you."

Naruto then grew excited. "What is it? What?"

"Patience, little bro. But there are numerous things in this scroll here." Pein unrolled the scroll upon Naruto's lap and placed his hands over it. "Ready?"

Naruto nodded slowly.

"Uzumaki Sealing Technique"

The first thing to come from the scroll was a Kimono. It was black in color, though around the high collar were nine yellow magatama surrounding it.

The tie upon the Kimono was yellow as well. With that Kimono came a suit of cloth armor.

The chest plate, as well as the arm plates were a shining yellow while the pants and shirt were black. Naruto loved it.

"Wow. These are mine, big brother?"

"Of course. The reason they are a bit bigger is because you begin wearing after graduation. When you become a shinobi."

"I have to wait six more years?"

"Yes. If not, I can give it to Gaara. He'll be patient."

"No. I can wait." Naruto nearly screamed.

Pein chuckled and continued. "This kimono will be a good way to distinct yourself. Most will wear standard shinobi clothing, but not you, Otouto."

"Is this all?" Naruto asked, still staring at the attire in awe.

"No. I also got this." Pein waved his hand around more as an object was removed from the scroll.

This object was a staff. Not of wood, but of black metal. What astonished Naruto more, however, was the edge of the staff, right above the handle.

It was an open circle with yellow hookings upon it.

Pein rubbed his brother's head. "This staff will keep you from performing hand gestures for prophecy art and Light release."

"So I don't have to do gestures?"

"No. All you have to do is say the name of your technique."

"Is that it big brother?"

Sasuke sighed. "Stop asking and just wait, Dobe." he grumbled this with his arms crossed. Pein smiled in amusement and Naruto stuck his tongue out at the young Uchiha.

"One more thing, Naruto." Pein closed the scroll, and instead reached into a large pocket of his Jounin vest.

Just as the object was pulled from his vest, Naruto's blue eyes widened with a sudden shock. Pein was giving him….

"Aniki….this is….."

"A full study of the light release, tailed beasts, Prophecy powers, and the findings of both Hikari and Haruto? Yes, Naruto. These are the one and only in a single book."

The book, almost ancient, was placed gently within Naruto's smaller hands. The title even seemed ancient. Origin: The Divine Tree's Influence on the Human World.

"But, brother. These are your things. These a-"

"They are yours now, so I expect them to remain in good condition."

Tears broke out, but Naruto shook them away. "Big brother….this…..this makes me so happy."

Pein hugged his brother closer. "I know."

Naruto slipped an arm within his orange and blue jacket. Five months of healing and he was ready to return to the academy.

Into his room walked Deidara. Naruto smiled as the older blond ruffled his hair. "Are you feeling good today, little brother?"

Ever since the attack, Naruto's family had grown nicer than ever. They were nice before, but his brothers never did things for him.

When their mother was caring for Gaara, Nagato would stop training to take baths with his wounded little brother.

Deidara took time and showed him how to cook. He often took Naruto for walks outside. During those walks, Deidara would constantly tell Naruto how much he disliked the way villagers treated Naruto.

Their father often showed Naruto lightning release techniques and made him eat healthier for stronger growth.

Even his mother had attempted to heal his legs vigorously.

When Naruto asked Pein what the big deal was, the rinnegan child laughed bitterly, mumbled something along the lines of 'want you to repair faster,' and then grew distant.

Naruto found that this happened only when Pein was in the house.

"Yes. My legs and eyes feel wonderful. I'm not happy to be going back to the academy though."

"Why? You and Uchiha-san rival each other, there is no number one in the class.n

Just you two up there."

"Yes, I know that. It's just…..some of the other kids don't like me. There are thirty in our class and only six of them tolerate me."

Deidara's face became anger and then sadness. "It's alright, little brother. It'll all be over soon."

Before the young blond could further ask questions, Pein walked in. "What are you two doing?"

Deidara shook his head. "Nothing, big brother. Naruto is just happy to be in school with Sasuke again. In fact, it's time for us to go to school."

They were leaving the room, but Pein grabbed hold of Naruto as Deidara ran down the stairs. Naruto almost yelped until he was smothered in warmth.

He struggled and whined, but eventually melted in his older brother's hug. Pein chuckled. "I just wanted to tell you to have a good day at school."

Naruto, in having been around him for so long, noticed an error in Pein's voice. "Are you okay, aniki?"

Pein removed himself and crouched eye level with Naruto. "You know I love you right?" His tone was serious as he poked Naruto's forehead, a sign he had been watching Itachi for too long, and then squeezed his nose.

At only the age of six, Naruto did not understand what was wrong with his brother, if there was even something.

Pein only smiled at the large blue eyes kept staring. "We, Pein and Naruto, will always be brothers, no matter what. Do you know what we are besides brothers Naruto?"

Naruto only shook his head. He was confused, but wide eyes suppressed that display of emotion.

"We are the silences that speak from stone. We are the scholarly, the envied, and the fierce. We are pioneers of the village….of this world. Never forget that. Just you and I."

"I won't, brother." Even when he thought his older brother was a bit odd at times, Naruto still took every word to heart.

Pein was the last person Naruto spoke with before going to school. It was a dark day in spring, Naruto had noted.

And ever since he spoke to Pein, the day had been silent. Even in school.

Sasuke tried to speak to him, but stopped when he realized he'd get no reply from his blond friend. Even Sakura or Ino had not berated him when he and Sasuke argued lightly.

Iruka was quiet. Everyone was.

It was almost like they all had the same dreary feeling.

The silence couldn't speak. It wouldn't.

Naruto was left with his thoughts and he hated them: the stillness, the stone, the silence. The only sound he could hear was white sound.

Thinking of what his brother meant. He and Pein….creators of the world? What were they besides brothers?

Pein had always said weird things...mumbled to himself when he thought no one was listening.

Everybody someday dies. He once chanted as he made Naruto read at a table in the Namikaze library. Naruto heard and watched as Pein took out books from the shelves and put them into a scroll.

Once, Naruto and Gaara had been forced to be babysat by Kakashi as the rest of the family discussed something in their mother's study. The subject, he did not know, but Pein had come out with head down saying something oddly crazy.

The family, once knit, has become badly moth eaten. We are fish swimming through the gaps of the net.

When Naruto called his brother…."Aniki?" the older Jounin looked up and gave a sad look. "Go to sleep, Otouto." He would say this and return to his own mind.

Nen Nen, rest, my family….my friends...my brothers. The sea is severed from your veins. You have been cut loose.

When Naruto told Pein that their father really wanted Naruto to be fixed up soon, Pein sighed and closed his eyes.

Slow can go he whispered in tune.

Naruto sighed. While those messages were unclear, this new message had been the most unclear. Pein said more, and the words weren't nearly confusing, but altogether, threaded in a blanket, they still kept him cold.

Out the corner of his eye, Naruto watched as Sasuke turned to him. "Stop zoning out, Dobe." He pushed.

Naruto only scowled and rested his chin upon the dent in his palm. "I'm not."

"Iruka-sensei called you three times and then gave up. It's recess time, and you're still sitting here."

Naruto took a moment to look around the dark empty classroom. It did make sense that Sasuke was speaking now. He never did when others were around.

"Do you think my brother is weird?" The blond blurted too soon. There was a pause and he was beginning to think that.

Sasuke snorted. "One looks like a girl, one is a soft spoken redhead, one has a tattoo on his forehead, and the oldest is a child jounin. Yes, they all are, even you."

"Pein, bastard, Pein. I'm talking about him only."

Sasuke frowned. "No. Pein-ni-san is normal. Yes, he trains you hard, and has an obsession with old ways, but that's not weird."

Naruto simply nodded. He guessed he'd have to live with that until he got home.

Sasuke tapped his shoulder. "I didn't see your twin brothers today in the older classes."

Naruto nodded. "My father took them out to show them something, so they got the day off." Before Sasuke could go further, the young boy's lip quivered. "Why are you asking, do you have a crush on Nagato or Deidara."

Sasuke blushed a small tint and hit Naruto upside the head. "No, you baka."

"Naruto-baka, leave Sasuke alone."

"Yeah, leave Sasuke-kun alone."

Naruto slammed his head against the desk as the other children returned inside, Ino and Sakura being the first to see them.

When he got home, he'd ask his brother what was going on.

"And that's all for today, class. Remember, that we will be starting taijutsu training tomorrow."

All of the children left the building and Naruto frowned a bit when he saw neither of his brothers or parents outside.

They must have been really busy. Waving to Sasuke and Itachi, Naruto began running home.

The small streets of the Namikaze, built solely for the clan, that now only consisted of eight people, were dark. Vacant homes were a bit more vacant. The streets were darker.

When Naruto reached the mansion, he heard nothing.

Opening the door, he peaked his head within the unusually dark place. It had never been so unseeing.

"Hello?" He called and his voice echoed. "Tou-san? Kaa-san? Brothers?"

When no answer came about, Naruto walked in fully and dropped his bag on the floor. "Everyone?"

Naruto looked into the kitchen and sighed as he saw no one. He walked quietly around the living room.

Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing.

Hearing two thumps upstairs, Naruto ran up and searched the closest room, his mother's study.

The door was opened softly, and yet it still hit something. Peeking his head down, Naruto fell back.

How long had he sat there? Sat still in horror like that? Far, far too far, staring into the now normal eyes of his dead brother, Nagato.

Nagato lay still, his eyes open, his eyes different. How long had he sat there to rot? It was clear he was murdered.

Men who died peacefully never had blood oozing from their heads. And yet, how long had he been dead?

Far, far too far.

Naruto stood in fear...too stricken to become cautious. Without pushing the door further, the blond let his small body slip through the crack. The study was dark, but when he was inside, he could finally stare at his whole family.

"Everybody someday dies." The murderer whispered so softly.

Naruto's eyes trailed from Deidara, who sat dead in his mother's chair, blood oozing from his chest, to his mother, nearly sawed in half, and his father, the village's strongest ninja, dead upon the floor.

He looked toward the crib in the corner, finding Gaara standing against the bars, crying not because of what he saw….Naruto knew that if Gaara lived, he'd never remember this day...No he was crying because no one would pick him up.

Gaara could feel the pain in the room and he wanted comfort.

Finally, uneven eyes met the eyes of the rinnegan.

Pein stood there with a sword in his hand.

"Big brother?" Naruto asked in clear tears. "What did you do?"

"I killed them." Pein snapped. "Is it not obvious, otouto? I saved you."

Naruto shook his head in utter confusion. He and Pein stood in the room for a while, in heaps of blood.

Were his mother's walls always a shiny red? He never noticed. They never allowed him into the room when they spoke.

"Universal pull."

Naruto was pulled into Pein's grasp. He had no fight. Would he dare to hurt his older brother, who he still idolized?

"You have no strength." Pein muttered. "When you are strong enough, come find me, Naruto. Come and find out why our family is gone. Why you and Gaara are alone because of your aniki's actions."

There was a siren sound going off and Naruto realized that someone must have come into the home….discovered the bodies. But how, and Pein still stood here.

"It seems that Hiruzen is using that globe. It's time for me to go.

Remember, that this is your war, Naruto. Family being murdered by family is your war. Remember that the monster cannot make a war. War can only create a monster."

Pein stared at Naruto for the longest moment. If he hadn't been so shaken with fear, the blond would have noticed the shimmer in Pein's eyes….the fear….the uncertainty….He would have registered when Pein squeezed his nose.

Was he breathing?

"I love you, otouto."

A sharp jab to a non-vital place in his stomach, and the world blackened. He was far from Pein now.

How far as he thought he lay dying? As Pein escaped the village? As they cleaned up the bodies of his small clan? As they retrieved he and Gaara and placed them in the same hospital room together?

As Pein was declared a missing-nin?

Far, far too far.

And there it is friends. I feel so bad because I Read silkbunnies review for last chapter and I felt bad because I already wrote this chapter. If you guys feel bad, I'm so sorry. It will get better. Soon. Slow can go, friends. Slow can go.