Shibito Ashikabi: Legacy of the Mist Demon

Normal speech /thoughts /flashback

Demonic speech/thoughts

summon speech/summon thoughts

Kubrikiribocho echo/synthesized voice

Jutsu Translations at the bottom

Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto or Sekirei franchises. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and Sekirei belongs to Sakurako Gokurakuin.

Chapter 5: Four years later

-five months before canon Sekirei starts-

The sun was setting on the city of Shinto Teito, painting the sky a myriad of colors. The prominent being a deep red - orange, with a vivid violet streaking across the lower sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight, further enhancing the beauty of the dying day. The sun had almost finished setting, steadily going down. Many citizens watched the daily occurrence, appreciating the gorgeous display, some even taking photos. Yes, the masses enjoyed sunsets. For one person however, the setting sun meant his time was almost up.

As the darkness of night descended, devouring the daylight, a figure could be seen tearing through the streets, sidewalks, alleys, anything to stay within the lessening light. It was if he was trying to catch up with the sun, desperate to stay in the dimming light. The figure was a male that had a build more on the runner side. It made sense considering how much ass he was hauling. The watching citizens joked that his girlfriend was pissed at him, and he was rushing to fix things or, perhaps one of those "Shibito" fairy tale beings that some people claimed to exist was after him. How laughable, their ignorance.

"Come on, come on faster"!

The singular thought reverberated in the fleeing man's mind. It was all that he could think as he ran.

"Come on, come on faster"!

He looked over his shoulder, towards the buildings, and his eye widened. A black figure was stalking him from the roofs. It was waiting for black to completely dominate the sky before it struck. Before it would turn his body into a bloody stain on the street. The terrifying part was that the figure was easily matching his pace, despite how fast he was going. The figure didn't even seem to be winded, while the running man was drenched in his sweat.

"No... Please", pleaded the fleeing man as the night increased it's consumption of the day, the sky becoming darker, and darker. Looking around he noticed that he was near the main bridge leading out of the city. The realization that he could escape gave the man's legs a second wind, making him move past his limit. He didn't notice that nobody was around him or anywhere near the area.

"I'm going to live... I'm going to-

SQUELCH! The man was so consumed by the high of the thought of survival that he failed to see that night had taken over, and that his time was up. Since the dead are not aware, and unable to feel anything, the recently deceased couldn't feel the short knife sticking out of his spine, severing his spinal cord. The handle was all that was visible, it's grip, and circular loop sticking out. As the body fell, the light of the crescent moon reflected on a thin line that was wrapped a few times around the loop of the knife.

A wire.

The black figure was on the ground, shaking it's head in dissatisfaction, in the shadow provided by the bridge's arch. It brought it's hand up, the light of the moon revealing the connected wire, forming a partial fist, the index, and fore fingers sticking up. The hand was suddenly covered by an a dark blue glow that traveled through the wire entering the body via the knife. Blue sparks immediately erupted from the weapon, cascading all over the corpse. In a matter of seconds not even ash remained. The figure yanked on the wire, bringing it back to him, along with the knife. Holding the knife in one hand, the figure reached upwards, and put it's hand up to the side of it's head. Pressing a finger on it's ear, the figure spoke.

"The job's done", a monotone male voice informed the person listening on the other end of the communications device. The voice, despite it's hollowness, was identifiable as belonging to a young man possibly in his mid - to - late teens, having a deep tone.

"Target's dead".

"Excellent", a disguised voice sounded from the device, "your payment is being wired into the account now... Done. You must be proud of yourself, especially considering that was the last person apart of the, now dead, Shibito faction Reaper who knew the location of the rebuilt Tsar nuclear bomb.

The figure snorted.

"He was a rich pig who was in over his head", the male stated coolly, "Reaper used him for financial aid, nothing more, nothing less, besides he wasn't of Shibito blood. He had no value combat wise. All that matters is that the bomb is under my personal guard". The male was now a few steps away from being within the moonlight, and was moving to enter it.

"It appears I've forgotten about that tidbit... It doesn't matter, though I must ask you a question. Reaper was the last faction able to stand against yours, the Arashikage (Stormshadow). You probably figured out my question, after all, you're at the top of your class at Shinto Teito High. The figure had stepped into the moonlight, revealing his appearance.

Black boots, and cargo pants, held up by a slate gray belt, adorned his legs. Strapped onto his lower right calf, a little above the ankle was a black tactical knife. Attached to the gray belt on his sides were equally gray, quick-draw holsters, held within them were two stainless steel handguns with ivory grips. Inlaid on the grips was the Jolly Roger of the infamous pirate Calico Jack. An open gray trench coat was on top of a black muscle shirt that had two bandoilers in an "X" over his chest, one holding ammo magazines, and the other carrying high caliber sniper rounds. On his right wrist was a brace that held shotgun shells, and on his hands were wearing fingerless backed by shiny, silvery titanium. The hood of his trench was up, and completely covered his hair save for a few blond strands sticking out. His face, neck, and nose were covered by a black mask that had a large grin. Covering his eyes was a pair of gray tinted snowboarding goggles.

Strapped diagonally on to the Shibito's back was a massive sword with a long handle. It was black in color, having a silver cutting edge. Near the blade's bottom was a semicircle cut out, and near the top was another cut out however, this one was positioned halfway in the sword's width. The length of the blade itself was at least six feet, the handle adding another foot. Below the sword running parallel was a large high - caliber sniper rifle painted black that had a large scope, a Barret M82A1 to be exact. Parallel above the sword was a gray AK-47 assault rifle with a Red Dot sight, and a shotgun attachment on the underbarrel.

"Would that question be how does it feel to be the leader of the strongest Shibito faction in Shinto Teito?", He asked, reaching up with his free hand, using it remove the hood over his head. Once done, he shook his head letting his mid-back length hair go over his hood. The mostly blonde hair was smooth going down, with lilac tips starting an inch or so before the spiky ends. The top of his blonde hair was mostly well kept, with a few bangs in front of his eyes, all colored lilac.

"Yes", was the simple confirmation.

Lightly chuckling, the male removed his goggles, showing tan skin, and closed eyes. They suddenly snapped open, showing that his eyes were mismatched, one being dark midnight blue, while the other was a dark brown.

"When I started, I was thirteen" the Shibito started, " I was almost shot in the head by the same woman who made me solidify my decsision to join the Shibito, and give me my first firearms", he rubbed one of the holstered pistols fondly, " now in just four years, I've completed my training, am the leader of my own faction, and now I own Shinto Teito". He stopped to take a breath.

"I've never felt so alive!", he practically screamed.

"Yes, most Shibito would feel the same way. It's time to say goodbye for now, we will contact you if we have need for the Arashikage's services. Farewell, Naruto Asama.

There was a soft click, signaling that the call was done. Naruto turned to face the city behind him. The grin under his mask matched the one above.

Shinto Teito... Was now officially the playground of Naruto Asama, The Legacy of the Mist Demon!

"Warning! Warning! Someone is calling"!

Naruto, looked down, patting his pockets, the ring tone beginning to repeat itself.

"Warning! War"-

Click. "Hello".

There was the barely audible sound of a voice on the other end.

"Oh, we're out of milk?", Naruto told the person on the other end.

"Yes, I'm done with my assignment, could you get the gang together, I got great news". Naruto had jumped onto a nearby roof.

"Yeah, I'll get it, see ya soon. Love you".

Naruto hanged up, and put his phone, a gray Samsung, on the ground. He rolled up his right sleeve, showing a wave patterned wrist-band tattoo, which started glowing a dark blue. A Naruto - sized plume of smoke appeared, and disappeared quickly, showing the bi - haired Shibito in a very different outfit, and without any of his weapons.

Naruto's feet were covered by gray on black Vans, with blue jeans on his legs. Holding up the jeans was a gray belt. His upper body was garbed with a slate gray colored, unzipped, hoodie that had a black storm cloud on the back. The symbol of the Arashikage, Naruto's faction. Around Naruto's neck was Zabuza's scratched forehead protector, turned to the right. Naruto wore it as a memento to the person who taught him to create the way he would live his life. Shibito don't have nindos, they just live the way they want.

Naruto was without his mask, showing his face to the world. It had no blemishes at all, and appeared to chiseled from stone, having no baby-fat at all. Naruto's facial features had changed much from what they were four years ago, before, it had been rounder, and when Naruto had his hair dyed red, he thought he looked like a tomato, now it was much more angular, now he had a regal look. His whisker marks had got longer, and straightened, stopping right before his ear.

He had physically changed that much.

A sake loving wind flower had called him a "Bishonen".

Naruto picked his phone, placing it in his pants pocket. He then walked towards the edge of the building, it was about five stories, and looked around, checking for any on lookers. Though he found it odd nobody was around, he didn't put much thought into it as he jumped down, landing perfectly on his feet. He started to walk towards a street sign to figure out exactly where he was.

"Ah, so I'm only fifthteen minutes away from a market if I walk". He began walking to the store.

He knew the entire layout of the city, after all, he had been planning on making Shinto Teito the territory of the Arashikage when he first started it. It also was handy for finding all those hidden food treasures in the city, Naruto had become a massive food lover thanks to a certain lilac - haired landlady. A small, fond smile came on the lilac - tipped Shibito's face. That women...

He owed her everything, she was truly the most precious person to him. It was funny, how much their bond had grown, Naruto's, and Miya's. The first couple of weeks were awkward between the two, both sides contributing to the problem. Naruto, with his severe trust issues, and his unorthodox training schedule. He would be randomly called at various times throughout the week each time different than the last. The training to prepare him for life as a Shibito was- in a word- hell. Naruto couldn't remember how many nights, and days he would wake up back at Izumo, sometimes covered in bandages like a mummy, or with his injuries still being cleaned, and wrapped by either a near - hyperventilating Toad Sage or, a very, very concerned, and teary Miya.

The land lady's contribution to the awkwardness was her worry over Naruto becoming like "her". They had the same look in thier eyes, and from what Jiraiya had informed Miya of, Naruto held a power FAR superior to her's. It didn't help that Naruto was being trained by people who are capable of(some already have, the Dom M.E.T.A.) surpassing herself in combat. Miya had seen the darkness within him, and was promptly alarmed. One of "her" was bad enough, the world didn't need another, or worse for them to meet...

Naruto shook his head to stop that train of thought, shuddering at what might have become of himself. He was glad Miya had managed to get through to him. It was thanks to some advice she gave him. Since that little event over the course of a year, they had gone from complete, and total strangers, to Miya becoming something that Naruto never thought he would have, something that he had thought was forever lost to him the night he was born...

Jiraiya had noticed the two becoming closer, recognized the signs, such as when Miya stay up at night, unable to sleep due to worry when Naruto's Shibito training required him at those times, and when he was home, she would constantly dot on Naruto more than the others.

Other signs included certain looks, such as the ones of pride Miya would get when Naruto overcame any obstacles in his way, both in regards to his Shibito training, and in his secular education. Two months after arriving in Shinto Teito, the Japanese government had set up an identity for Naruto, complete with medical records, and everything else the government would have on regular people, enrolling him in online classes to get him up to Japan's education standards. His calmer mind enabled Naruto to catch up in a acceptable amount of time, allowing him to enroll in regular school. He was now in his final year at Shinto Teito High.

When Naruto was home, he learned to cook, and how to use a katana but, much to the swordwomen's disappointment, Naruto stuck with Kubikiribocho as his main sword. He did keep a katana sealed into a tattoo on his wrist though should the need for a smaller sword arise.

Naruto smiled more in Miya's company, and as he spent more time around the kind women, the more the walls he built around himself broke. He let her in, allowing Miya to start the process of healing his shattered heart. She was well aware of the atrocities that Konoha has committed against him thanks to Jiraiya, Miya down to this day held half a mind to retrieve her longsword, go to that traitorous village, and promptly level it. She even asked Naruto if he would mind her acting on that impulse. The former leader of the first Discipline Squad had gone into detail about her past with Naruto, he knew exactly what she's done. He didn't judge her for it, which she was thankful for. It was something else had enabled their bond to grow, the acceptance of each other's seperate pasts.

Naruto would come to her for help with problems ranging from simply being unable to make a small decision, to asking her for help on serious problems, one such problem involving keeping a level head in the middle of a firefight. Miya sparred with Naruto often, improving his Ken-jutsu, speed, and overall strength. He progressed immensely, creating various techniques for the Raiuton. She often praised him for his skills but, also taught him the importance of humility, reminding him that she could pulverize both him, and Jiraiya. Miya wasn't being mean, she just didn't want him to get himself killed because of arrogance.

Naruto had now finished walking to the store. Going inside, he allowed his trip down memory lane to continue. The bicolor haired shibito couldn't keep the smile off his face as the memories that lead to him gaining his most treasured bond started playing in his mind. It was these events that would lead up to what caused his altered, and rather unique appearance.

The events that would lead to his favorite bond occured three years ago, when Naruto had accompanied Miya to the store, an older woman, who was the cashier, complimented Miya on, "doing an excellent job on rising a child", upon seeing Naruto's politeness, and good behavior. The odd comment lead to Miya explaining that she was only Naruto's landlady, and he had simply offered to help her with groceries. Though, while explaining Miya had felt it was wrong to say Naruto wasn't her son, even though it was true. Naruto had the same feelings but, also didn't know why. Miya, and him got along great so, and were great friends. So...

Why did it hurt for her to say she wasn't his mother?

Once they left though the awkwardness that originally existed between the two came back, and brought confusion with it. The walk back to Mansion Izumo had been tense, with an unwelcome silence.

Naruto, and Miya couldn't even make eye contact with each other. Once there Naruto retreated to his room, while Miya simply sat on a mat, trying to make sense of her feelings. At first, Miya thought she was reacting to Naruto but, quickly shot that theory down. While she was fond of him, Miya didn't show any of the signs of a reaction towards the younger blonde which, and her feelings were more along the lines of regret, and emotional pain. She felt as if a burning stake had plunged into her heart, with the flame still burning. She was utterly lost. Why was she feeling like this?

It was then that Jiraiya had arrived at her inn, using the key Miya lent him to unlock the door. He knew something was up when he sensed the tension in the air. Seeing Miya sitting on a mat with an expression that was partially confused but, mostly distress confirmed it.

Tapping the clearly distressed woman on the shoulder, Jiraiya inquired what was wrong, his voice, and face full of concern. Miya began explaining what happened at the store, the old woman's comment, ending it ten minutes later by telling Jiraiya the negative emotions that plagued her mind. She then asked Jiraiya if he could give any help, or advice to her. She had no idea what was going on. Why was her heart in turmoil? Jiraiya stared at her for a second.

Jiraiya smiled lightly, and asked Miya to come to his office tomorrow. He wanted her to rest a bit, and gather her thoughts. He then quietly reminded her that Naruto could probably hear them, and this was a discussion that should be held in private. After seeing her nod in understanding, the toad sage went to check on Naruto.

Naruto paid for a gallon of milk, and a candy bar with a Coke for the walk back to Izumo. Once he exited the store, he thought about the conversation he had with Jiraiya that night. All his godfather, yes Naruto knew about that, asked him about his feelings regarding Miya, and the incident at the store. When Naruto gave his answers, Jiraiya had smiled, stood up, and left but, not before telling Naruto he was going to get back to Naruto on the subject once he found a solution to Naruto, and Miya's confusion. Naruto nodded, not knowing what was going on in the sage's head.

Naruto stopped walking, closed his eyes, and opened his other senses to the world around him. The night air was cool, and smelt crisp with a hint of the emissions from motor vehicles. He heard mostly nothing except for the usual-

"Wait... There".

The dual-tone haired Greater Shibito had picked up the sounds of a fight, and upon closer examination, noticed that an energy that was not chakra being used. He smirked.

"Sekirei".

There were two to be precise, one seemed to be unwinged, while the other was going full blast meaning that one was winged. The difference in power level between the two is what tipped him off. Naruto frowned.

Why would a winged Sekirei bother themselves with an unwinged one? Unless...

"Naruto", boomed the Tailed Beast within him.

"There is a ningen up there. One with rather nasty intent for the unwinged Sekirei".

Over the years, Naruto, and the fox have learned to get along quite well, with the kitsune telling Naruto it's name, Kurama.

"Ara, ara", Naruto thought, a very calm expression on his face. An expression that made Kurama give a sick grin. Poor monkey.

Naruto sealed away the groceries in a seal on the inside of his jacket. He then was once more consumed by smoke. When it disapated, the teen was donned in his Shibito outfit, his body completely hidden from veiw by the clothes, mask, and goggles. Kubikiribocho, and his guns were all present, and definitely already locked, and loaded.

"And I thought all I had to do was get milk. Oh well, it appears someone needs their beastly urges to be put down".

Using his custom Shunshin, he dissappeared in a dark, gray storm cloud. Someone was about to be put into a world of hurt!

Reappearing on the top of a taller building next to the one that the Sekirei, and Ashikabi were on top of, Naruto knew everything Miya knew about the Sekirei plan, and when Matsu, Sekirei N.02, came to Izumo seeking asylum after fleeing from M.B.I., he had taken full advantage of her skills as a technology-type Sekirei. He had studied rules, and had took extra care to memorize unsavory practices that Ashikabies may have formed.

Naruto knelt down, putting a hand on his knee as he began to examine the situation. From his vantage point, he spotted the two Sekirei, and the Ashikabi. It was clear which Sekirei had the Ashikabi seeing as how she was standing a couple feet away from the average height looking man. Across the flat top of the building, on her hands, and knees, panting heavily was the unwinged one. Before her laid the shattered remains of a red staff. Unlike the other two, Naruto kept staring at her, taking in her appearance.

Her long, dark green hair was currently in bad need of a wash thanks to the red blood coating the longer strands, and staining the white parts of her rather revealing blue, and white belly top that stopped just under her large assets. The source of the crimson liquid was the long, deep gouge on her right arm. Her entire midriff, and belly were exposed letting Naruto see the deep cuts on her left side. Her dark gloves were in tatters but, enough was left of them for him to see that they ended about an inch before her armpits. On her waist were a pair of blue bloomers, stockings held up by a garter, and her outfit was finished by black, thigh length boots.

Her head was down preventing Naruto from seeing her eyes but, not the tears that were falling on the roof from her face.

When Naruto heard clapping, he turned his attention to the man. And immediately Naruto sneered behind his mask. The fool was all dressed up in some kind of pure white suit that hurt to look at. His head was turned around so Naruto couldn't see anything except his brown hair. His Sekirei was dressed, in three words, like a stripper.

She wore a checkered, purple, and yellow out that exposed the center of her large cleavage, portions of her midriff, sides, arms, even her outer thighs were exposed! The skimpy outfit was held together by a metal ring located a little bit under her breasts. Short gloves, and black, thigh length boots completed her clother. Her skin was tan, while her black hair was less than an inch long. She was standing sideways with her head pointing to her right, keeping an eye on the green haired Sekirei.

Her master had stopped clapping, striding towards the downed Sekirei like he had just accomplished something praiseworthy.

"You beat an unwinged Sekirei, one who can't hope to win against a winged one. Congrats on- WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT ASS THINK HE'S DOING"!?

The ass in question had just knelt down, grabbing the downed Sekirei's chin , and pulling her face up, letting Naruto see her cool blue eyes that were filled with tears. The intention he had was clear.

He was going too forcibly wing that Sekirei.

CHU CHU HA HA!

"NARUTO GET DOWN THERE, AND HANG THAT FUCKER WITH HIS INTESTINES"!

I stand corrected. He was going to be brutally murdered.

Naruto launched from his perch like a ballistic missile, completely destroying that section of building rather loudly. When Naruto landed in the middle of the roof where the Sekirei were, creating large spiderweb cracks in it that engulfed the entire roof. The man turned around, spotting Naruto, and threw a furious glare at the Shibito. How dare he inturupt him!?

"Ichiya!", the man shouted, the stripper looking Sekirei stepped up, cracking her knuckles with a dark grin on face.

"Tear him-"

He didn't get to finish as a purple, and black aura formed around Naruto, freezing all three in their terrified places as a murderous intent choked the air. From within the cloud an image started to form.

CLANK!

An armored leg landed on the cracked roof, the limb ending in three vicious talons. Slowly an armored figure walked out, it's blue armor plating shining in the moonlight. It's right arm was deformed, and seemingly comprised of flesh mixed with metal, ending in a three fingered claw. It's armored torso was split in the middle by a jaw that had a purple, glowing ball of energy in the center of it, jagged, shark-like teeth lining both halves of the body. The figure's helm had a red, pointed spike going out the middle of the forehead, the slit forming the visor showed glowing red eyes in the black space. The scariest part of the figure was what it was holding in it's normal, metal, claw tipped left gauntlet.

The metal was a polished red that made the blade look like it was bloodstained. The butt end of the sword ended in a small spear point, with small axe like protrusions came out of both sides. The handle seemed to be bone, and metal whereas the guard seemed to be made of rock, and had six symmetric spikes jutting out, four forming an X, while the other two pointed diagonally at the bottom, away from the blade. The most eye catching feature of the sword was in the center of the guard, where the blade connected to the handle.

A purple eye that had a bright, fiery slit for a pupil.

"W-w-what th-the hell is th-that"!? Ichiya stuttered out, face a mask of horror, while her body was shaking like a leaf. Her Ashikabi couldn't take it, so he fainted, pissing his pants in the process.

The walking nightmare began advancing towards the frozen three, eyes burning with hatred but, Ichiya snapped out of her unmoving state, and grabbed her unconscious Ashikabi. She high - tailed it out of there, leaving behind the petrified unwinged Sekirei. She was still on her hands, and knees but, managed to pick her head up. Her eyes locked with the grotesque knight's, knowing that she had no chance of getting out alive.

The contrary however, proved to happen as the azure knight faded away into nothing, the murderous intent gone as well. Her body gave out on her, collapsing under the stress, and blood loss. Blackness started to claim her vision. She turned her head sideways so she could see the one who had summoned that... Thing, and prevented her from being forcibly winged walking towards her. For some reason despite what she just saw him do, she felt... Safe. He reached her after a few seconds, and knelt down, taking a medical kit out of his gray trench coat.

"It's ok now", he spoke softly, despite how baritone his voice was. He immediately opened up the kit, started to clean her cuts, and bind them. The black continued to engulf her vision as the man lifted her up, holding her bridle style. Her eyes became half - lidded.

"It's fine", came the soft, comforting voice, "you can sleep. You'll wake up".

Sekirei Number 16, Toyotama finally lost consciousness in the arms of the Greater class Shibito, Naruto Asama as he began flying across rooftops at a speed approaching that of sound.

Both were unaware of the just how life - changing their meeting would become. For both of them.

CUT! CHAPTER 5 OVER!

Hello people! I know for a fact half of you are ready to ready to jump me for taking this long too post but, hear me out first! As some of you may know while I was writing the next chapter of my other story Shadow Hunter, I looked back at previous chapters, and didn't like them. So, I decided to rewrite that story. That was one thing preventing me from continuing with Shibito Ashikabi, the other was that I wasn't sure how to describe the events leading up to Naruto's mismatched eyes, and lilac tips, hell, I didn't even finish that this chapter! Rest assured however, I will finish that explanation next chapter.

Now that that's settled, a bit of clarification. Naruto does know the Hanya thing but, instead I decided to try something new, and have him summon up various knights from video games, and animes that look scary as hell. Why? The "having Naruto know Miya's Hanya, or have it be Kurama's giant fox form" is overdone.

So! Who can goes the Knight that Naruto summoned to scare off Ichiya, and her Ashikabi? Answer in the reviews!

Read, and review people! Your options matter to me!

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