Karasu

Chapter 001 – A Butterfly's Wings Aflutter

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Some people seem to be unable to learn from their mistakes. Mizuki had been stopped once, but he truly wanted the death of the one thought to be a demon. And so he starts a chain-reaction with consequences far beyond his imagination, one that will change the world.

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The plan had taken five months. They may have seemed long, but to Mizuki, they would culminate in the greatest thing ever; the death of the demon that called itself Uzumaki Naruto.

He had been planning its death for a while, but a week before its start, planned to be the night after the demon's third failed exam after he was tricked into stealing the Forbidden Scroll, he overheard something. He had been at The Spinning Kunai, a corny named shinobi-only bar, and while in the middle of slamming shots back, had overheard Ibiki and Inoichi, the Head and Deputy Head of the Torture and Interrogation respectively, talking.

In the midst of some conversation or another, he had overheard a name; Uzumaki Kushina. Wondering if the unknown ninja and the demon boy were somehow related, he had immediately headed to the record hall. Tricking Ai, the girl in charge of records who happened to have a major crush on him, into leaving, he had ransacked the place looking for the name. He hadn't found anything. However, that wasn't a good thing. Not at all.

The only reason someone's file, even if it was just a file with a name and no contents, wouldn't be in the room is if they were S-Class or above. The fact that she wasn't in any Bingo Book he had seen before wasn't something that helped.

The fact the demon may be related to someone who was S-Class or above was not something that made him feel good. Immediately feeling wary, he had done his best to put out feelers throughout the Nuke-Nin underworld for anyone willing to try and take the demon brat out if he failed.

Luckily enough, he had found one pretty quickly. However, while the Nuke-Nin had wanted all the info on his target, Mizuki thought it would be a good thing to keep the Kyubi part out, just to make sure he didn't back out of the deal. Unknown to him, that would be the worst thing he could do.

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The boy grinned as he picked the lock of the door. Opening it, he walked in the shoddy apartment before closing it behind him. He was there for one reason; to make it so the Kyubi Jinchuriki would join his master.

About a month ago, his master had gotten wind that one of his spies within Konoha, an Academy teacher by the name of Mizuki, had been trying to hire someone to kill the Jinchuriki if he himself failed. His master had found out about it, and had decided to try and get a new ninja within his ranks. He wasn't sure why he wanted the brat, especially since he know that the boy was the Dead-Last in the Academy, and had failed the test to pass three times.

However, it was not for him to understand; it was for him to obey, and until he could gain enough power to take control on his own, that is what he would do. Stealthily sneaking over to the sleeping blonde, he pulled a syringe from his pocket, before pulling off the cap.

He held the syringe up to the moon so he could see the dark purple, almost black viscous liquid swishing around inside. It was his newest creation, one that had made his master very, very happy. Over the past year, he had been sifting through the boy known as Juugo's blood, trying to find what had made possible to do what he could. Finally, about three months ago, he had succeeded into making it into a liquid version, possible of creating a Cursed Seal. However, it did have its downsides.

It took him almost six months to create enough of the mixture, something that he had codenamed 'Ichor' in a fit of humor, to be able to apply it so it would work. Also, it had moved the chances of survival from one in ten, to one in twenty. However, he was sure that he would be able to knock the odds down later on.

From what he was guessing, his master had him give it to the boy for two reasons. One, if he was too weak, they would have an approximate idea of what it did to shinobi, since it had only been tested on civilians so far. On the other hand, if the boy survived, then the seal's power would draw him to his master, giving him a powerful soldier, and possibly a host.

Sighing, he suppressed his random thoughts and slowly bent over before slipping the needle into the boy's exposed sternum, the only uncovered part of the body. Injecting the dangerous cocktail into the boy's body, he pulled the needle out, before watching the hole seal before his eyes.

Seeing the boy start to twitch and groan, he made his way to the door as quickly as possible.

"Good luck Naruto." He whispered, the moon's light bouncing off his glasses momentarily, giving them a glare. "You'll need it."

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"Oh, what's this? Hmm, it seems that someone has decided that my host is actually worth something. Interesting, interesting…

"Well well, this is unusual. A liquid made to create a seal that would draw in chakra, and mutate it for its own use. With an addictive edge to it, it would make my pathetic host grow more and more dependent on it, before making him crawl to the provider of this perverted act of nature."

The being inhaled suddenly, the only sign showing that it was shocked at its finding. Slowly, the being started to grin, unseen in the darkness, before starting to laugh.

"Well now, how did your line survive this long? With this blood in your veins, I'm surprised your ancestors weren't eradicated a long time ago. I could reactivate this blood, but it would destroy the seal, and all of its positively delicious possible uses. Heh, it will be worth it.

"Now, little one, I WILL make sure you're feared. Soon my little host, soon…you may release me, you may not, but my host will not be seen as weak."

Grinning, the blood red eyes, which had been partially open ever since it had begun speaking, shut, right before its chakra flowed through the bars, toward the black liquid flowing over everything. Quickly stopping it, the chakra from the cage started moving towards its source as quickly as it had been before it was stopped.

"Soon…soon…all hail, the Heir of Trigon shall return."