Naruto's Weakening Seal and the Darkness Shinobi :

Part I of the Darkness Chronicles

Written by Entei Artist, Devdog47, and Senacku

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This story is written in three perspectives. Kyoka is written by Devdog47, Natari is written by Senacku, and Mikomi is written by Entei Artist. Because of this, chapters will have different writing styles because of the variation of authors.

Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto, nor its characters, places, etc., etc.

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Chapter 3

Told by Mikomi Miyako, Jounin of the Darkness Village

I groaned. My muscles ached, my head was numb, and I felt like every fiber of my being hated me. I, of course, tried my best to ignore this pain, but my temper was quickly re-ignited by the ever-so-observant (insert dripping sarcasm) Doctor Eureka.

"Why can't Kyoka do this?" I grumbled, wincing as he rubbed ointment harshly on the bruise Natari gave me on my left arm. Thank the gods above I'm right-handed. Or right-arm-ed.

"She's patching Natari up," he said, grinning in amusement, and proceeded to wrap up a cut on my hand in a bandage.

"And I, unfortunately, am stuck with you."

Eureka rolled his eyes. "You flatter me so."

I smiled back at him with venom.

"I'm surprised you didn't beat Natari to a pulp," he commented as he pulled and tightened the grip of the linen against my sore skin, his soft brown eyes twinkling.

"Me, too."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Whhaaaa?" I half-whined, half-growled.

"You obviously have some reason behind it."

"Nope, but think what you will."

"I would rather think the truth."

"I would rather you leave me alone before I beat you into a bloody pulp," I said sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

"…Well, she is one of your best friends. I was kind of surprised when you said that a truce should be called."

Stupid, scheming boy. Get out of other people's matters.

"I you think I actually care for that brat, then boy do you need to get some new medication."

"Aww, don't be so uncaring. It's very unbecoming of you."

"Shut up."

"Will do," he replied cheerfully, laughing as he dragged me to where Natari and Kyoka sat.

"Mikomi!" Kyoka greeted me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble. "I'm gonna get some firewood, 'kay?"

"Okay; don't get lost."

"Hmm."

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I had always wanted to become Jounin. Ever since I was little, I remember wanting to become one. I was born on a stormy night in the Village of Darkness. I only know it was stormy because my grandparents told me, only when I had asked how my mother had died. She died giving birth to me, as many did because doctors and midwives were scarce. I found that very disturbing. And I had no father, either. He left, long ago before I was born. He traveled to some far away land and no one has seen him since. But I have learned to survive by myself.

I met most of the friends I now travel with in my many adventures, journeys, whatever you want to call them. They took me in, as if I were their own family --- their own flesh and blood. They are my truest friends, no matter how ugly Natari's face is every morning. And I find it very ugly, by the way. I know you feel pity for me.

I can't let them know I care for them (and least of all Natari because she'd use it as her ultimate weapon). I can't have a weakness. If I have a weakness, they will get hurt because of me. It isn't going to happen.

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As soon as I had picked up enough firewood, I headed back to our camp. We started a fire. Well, actually, I started the fire. The others just stood by and watched. All hail my fire-making abilities! We didn't have much food to spare, so we only ate what we needed.

It was the night of the full moon, unfortunately. Natari's condition wasn't that hard to control, but the jutsu used to restrain the wolf that was sealed inside of her was very untrustworthy and someone needed to keep an eye on her in case it failed. I preformed the jutsu quickly, eager to settle and sleep.

"Hey, Kyoka! No fair! Give me some!" I heard Natari whine after I was done.

"Sneaking candy before bed, are you?" I commanded in a motherly tone. I felt I was disrespecting Kyoka because she was older than me, but the look on her face was too funny. Besides, if I didn't patrol her sugar-intake, who would?

Kyoka and Natari smiled meekly up at me. "Hand it over," I ordered them, and Kyoka dumped a bag of candy in my hands. I raised an eyebrow. With another meek grin, Kyoka piled more candy in my hands. "Darn, where do you stash all of this sugar?" I growled.

"It wouldn't be any fun if we told you." Natari said cheekily. Mental note to self: dig through all of their stuff when they fall asleep.

"Whatever," I sighed. "Get to sleep. I'm not carrying the both of you tomorrow. We're waking up at six o'clock."

"Why!" Natari cried.

"Because."

"Because you're a meanie," Natari said, sticking out her tongue.

"And you're the rear admiral of the hokage's navy," I replied, smoothing out my sleeping bag over the prickly grass.

"The hokage has a navy?" Eureka asked stupidly.

"Yes," I growled under my sheets. "Oh, and Eureka? You get the pleasure of watching over Natari first tonight. And you better not slack off, you idiot."

Hearing Eureka mumble incoherent words, I finally gave in to my fatigue and let the gentle push of the wind send me into slumber.

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The next morning, much to my dismay, we did not wake up at six o'clock. Heck, we didn't even wake up at seven o'clock. We woke up in the afternoon!

A string of curses ran through my mouth, shocking Natari and Kyoka. "Don't cuss," Kyoka reprimanded, frowning at my choice of words. I assumed that the night went well, looking around at the surrounding and figured that if the wolf spirit had broken through, it wouldn't look this peaceful and content.

"Come on," I yelled, waking Eureka up. He grumbled a few words of his own before getting up.

"Can you believe we slept in this late?" I whined, banging my head on the nearest tree dramatically.

"I can. You took all of my sugar and there was nothing to keep me awake!" Kyoka accused, pointing her finger at me. "It was my candy!"

"Get over it," I told her. Besides, she'd get more candy/sugar one way or another. I'd known her too long for my prediction to be wrong.

"Let's move it people. We won't get their even within a week if we can't pick up this pace. My grandmother can walk faster than you!"

"No, she can't. She can't walk; she sits in a wheelchair!" Natari protested.

"Exactly my point. MOVE!"

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We reached the gates of Konoha too late for my liking, but we reached it nevertheless. I could see Kyoka tense at the sight of the gate, and I faintly wondered if she would be okay.

"Well, we've finally arrived. Let's get to work."

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Notes: Aww, I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter. I'm really sad.