It's funny to see how many of you thing Naruto was experimented on when he was done. Let me just say--it has been done before, and badly. And this story will probably be nothing like most of you think.
that said. that's all for this AN.
Chapter 2
The trees flew past as Naruto sprinted through them. This was his ninth lap around the training grounds, each one equaling a mile, and he still wanted to run. His legs were twitching anxiously, but no matter how hard or how fast he ran in circles, it wasn't enough.
You know why, kit, Kyuubi snarled deep in his head.
Oh, maybe it's just 'cause my twin sister is being held by homicidal maniacs, my parents are out there trying to get her back right now, and I'm stuck here because it's too dangerous. And—oh yeah! I have no memory from before I was six years old! By the way do you know anything about that?
Kyuubi chuckled. "Why haven't you just created a mass of shadow clones and slipped away to help your sister in the confusion?"
Because of that stupid promise I made my dad, Naruto groused. It wasn't fair! Minato had tricked him into promising to stay in Konoha.
"What was the exact promise you made?"
Naruto mentally sighed, pushing his legs to move even faster. I promised that I wouldn't follow them.
"But did you make any promises about not going after your sister on your own?"
Well, no.
Kyuubi threw his great head back and roared with laughter. "You've lose your touch, kit. Six months ago you would have seen that loophole instantly."
Shut up, you big dumb furball. Naruto snarled as his fingers created a familiar handsign and he felt the energy pour out of him as an army of shadow clones materialized.
As a horde of Naruto clones flew past them, three visitors just stared and thanked their lucky stars that almost all of the ANBU and ninja in Konoha were chasing after the errant blond—all of them.
Karin smirked. It would be that much easier to break Sasuke out now, with everyone chasing after the Jinchuuriki. She stood and walked out of the tacky little ramen shop, followed immediately by Juugo and Suigetsu—and his incessant whining.
"Aw, I was just about to start, too," the fish man complained. He riffled through his wallet, but slipped out between the flaps before putting any money down.
"Could you be any more obvious," Karin hissed when he caught up with them. "You've got that freakish hair, a mouth full of fangs and a huge sword strapped to your back. We need to be inconspicuous until we get to Sasuke."
"Then let's hurry up and get to him," Suigetsu said. "Where is he, oh great chakra tracker?"
Karin threw him a nasty look and would have jumped forward to inflict as much pain on him as possible, had Juugo not muttered "Sasuke" under his breath. The redhead controlled herself, imagining all kinds of lovely, dark, excruciating deaths that she could deliver to Suigetsu after they'd rescued Sasuke.
She sighed slightly, imagining the look on his exquisite face when he realized she was there to save him. Surely he'd fall in love with her then, right?
But wait—wouldn't being rescued by a girl undermine his sense of masculinity? Karin stopped dead in her tracks, refusing to go along with any plan that would endanger her relationship with the handsome Uchiha.
No. Sasuke was so strong and so manly, he would certainly have no trouble with this. He'd be glad to have such a powerful woman by his side. One who would brave the terrors of anything—including Konohan idiocy—to save him.
Buoyed by hope and certainty that she would at last get a kiss from him—as much as she liked the healing bites, something a bit gentler was in order for their love—Karin continued walking, ignoring the confused, exasperated looks shared by her teammates.
"Well, which way is he, Karin?" Suigetsu asked.
His grating voice pulled her out of her happy daydream—where Sasuke thanked her for her daring rescue in the form of abundant groping. With a sigh and a sneer, Karin decided to focus on Sasuke, searching for his incredible chakra in this dank village of mediocrity. She wrinkled her nose as the Jinchuuriki's double chakra flooded her senses. With an effort, she pushed through it, though there was so much it was like swimming through quicksand.
Where are you, my darling, sexy Sasuke?
She skimmed over the village, confident that he would light up like a beacon. He didn't. A frown creased her forehead.
Okay, seriously, Sasuke. Where are you?
Karin did a more thorough sweep of the village, hunting for the dark, twisted chakra she knew so well. Still, nothing.
Where the hell are you?!
A street-by-street search this time. She found a hint of something, it was almost his chakra, but not quite. It was, cleaner, somehow. Karin couldn't understand it. There were just minute traces of Sasuke's chakra in the air. At least, she thought it was Sasuke's chakra. It sorta felt like him. With a sigh, she decided to find this impostor. If it was Sasuke, and the Leaf bastards had messed with his beautiful self, she would kill them all. If it wasn't and someone was pretending to be him, she'd kill them, too.
Either way, it worked out.
The trail led to the military center of Konoha, and even more specifically, to the prison center of the ANBU headquarters. Karin huffed. This might be marginally difficult, but if the Jinchuuriki could make another timely disturbance, it would be a cakewalk.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" she snapped to the other two. "We have an important mission."
Juugo stepped off silently, as usual, but Suigetsu followed Karin with a string of grievances. He started with why it took so long for her to find Sasuke, moved on to the dry atmosphere of Konoha, and ended with Karin's hair color giving him a headache.
"Don't look at it, then," she said. Karin was testy. She'd already lost the traces half a dozen times. It was like this person—Sasuke or not—had no chakra at all. She'd never seen anything like it before.
After several minutes of winding through the crowded streets and getting nowhere fast, Suigetsu warned that if they didn't move faster, he'd take out his sword and start mowing people down. It would certainly help the gene pool.
"But we wouldn't exactly blend in, now would we, your royal bitchiness?"
Juugo looked between them, hoping they wouldn't come to blows. He could already feel the violence in the air and with each second, he lost more control. This constant bickering wasn't good for him, and Sasuke wasn't here to corral him if things got out of hand. He cleared his throat and shifted his stance slightly.
Thankfully, it drew the attention of Karin and Suigetsu, who simultaneously shut up. A moment later, Karin jumped up to the nearest roof and started racing along it, in the direction of ANBU headquarters. Suigetsu and Juugo followed not long after, all three keeping an eye out for tails or guards.
"Suigetsu, go north and create another disturbance," Karin ordered. "As much noise as you can, draw as many ANBU over there as possible."
"And you and Juugo will . . ." Suigetsu waited for her to finish.
"Break. Sasuke. Out."
Suigetsu gritted his extremely sharp teeth at her condescending tone. "And where will we meet afterwards? Or were you planning on deserting me in this dull heap of happiness and nobility?"
Karin shot him a dirty look and opened her mouth to answer him, but Suigetsu held up one finger. "And remember who asked me to come, Red."
She seethed, but snapped out, "Two miles northeast of the gates. Try not to bring too many of them with you, okay?"
Without waiting for a response, Karin picked up her speed, flying off toward the prison and may-or-may-not-be Sasuke. Juugo followed silently, though he would have rather gone with Suigetsu. Karin was simply so unstable. She seemed to attract problems. And Juugo didn't like problems.
They arrived just outside the prison, Karin clearly giving up with all pretense. "Sasuke's in there."
The ANBU exchanged glances, but the pressure had been building in Juugo for weeks while Sasuke had been in Konoha. He'd managed to avoid bloodbaths by staying away from people, and reminding himself that Sasuke would be coming back soon, but now, now, he could finally let all of the pressure out.
One of the ANBU realized that the big one was trouble and tried to call for backup, but Karin launched a kunai and distracted him. In the single instant that the ANBU was blocking the kunai, Juugo leaped forward and batted them both to the side with one giant dark hand-claw. He proceeded to punch through the wall, sending shockwaves through the building.
Sasuke blinked as the building shook around him. The guard staring at him didn't move, but his eyes did flicker uncertainly. The building shook and dust drifted down from cracks.
It had to happen twice more before the guard finally stepped up. Sasuke tensed, watching him carefully. The guard's hands raised and flashed through a jutsu, but before he could finish it, the man was in a genjutsu. Under its influence, the man reached up and unlocked the cell he was in. Sasuke stepped out, smirking, and poked the guard on his pressure point.
And he's an ANBU.
Sasuke swayed slightly. He knew there were sedatives in his food. Combine that with standing one place for hours at a time all day, and having his chakra sealed, and Sasuke wasn't in too great of a place. But Juugo was coming—he knew that chakra and no one could wreak quite as much destruction as Juugo in a rage.
Karin was probably with Juugo, that's how they found him. He couldn't sense Suigetsu, so that probably meant that the sword-weilder was off somewhere doing what he did best: causing trouble.
I could go forward and meet them, but that would use more of my energy. If Karin and Juugo weren't coming now, I couldn't have made this move. Should I stay here, wait?
Fortunately, the point was made moot as half-and-half Juugo came smashing through the nearest wall. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at him. Juugo just looked back and panted. Apparently, crashing through solid concrete was tough, even for a half-transformed behemoth.
"Oh, Sasuke—"
He cut her off, and momentarily slashed all hopes of a sexy reunion. "Let's go."
"Kushina, calm down!"
The redhead continued to pace back and forth frantically. "I can't. This is nerve-wracking. What if they kill her anyway? What if Naruto's clone doesn't fool them?"
"Look, we will get her back," Minato said, standing and coming over to her. "I don't care if I have to pull out Rasengan on every single one of them. Our daughter will be safe."
Kushina closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax with the motion of his hands. "So, you're right. We just need to beat a clan of dangerous S-class criminals. Riiiiiight."
"It's almost sunset," Minato noted, looking to the west. "We should get into place."
The team, which ostensibly consisted of Minato, Kushina, and "Naruto," got up from their camp, half a mile away from the remains of the Heaven and Earth Bridge. The small trio, flanked by hidden ANBU and elite Jounin about 100 yards away on either side, pushed off and flew through the woods and undergrowth toward the deep canyon.
Despite what he'd said to Kushina, Minato was a twitchy ship at the bottom of the ocean—a nervous wreck. His stomach was a ball of knots and he couldn't think of anything except getting his daughter back, and hopefully killing a few of the bastards after Naruto in the process.
They arrived at the edge of the canyon and Minato watched the sun go down nervously, though he couldn't help but hear his grandfather's voice in his head. You shouldn't stare at the sun too long.
At last, it went down and Minato looked to the other side of the chasm. He waited, and waited.
And waited.
Five minutes after sunset, Inuzuka Kiba and Akamaru bounded up to the trio. They'd been brought to the operation as a tracking team. Minato's stomach dropped as he read the look on the young man's face.
"What is it?" Kushina demanded. "Where are they?"
Kiba shook his head. "They're nowhere near here. I picked up Tama's scent at an abandoned compound a few miles south, but it was several days old."
"Several days old?" Kushina demanded. The jounin came out of the woods around them, having noticed the conspicuous absence of men in black cloaks. Kakashi and Genma stepped up closer to hear what was going on, the former summoning his nindogs and sending them off to find Tama's scent. "Where are they now? We'll follow them!"
"That's the problem," Kiba answered slowly. "At the compound, Tama's scent was with a ton of others—about ten others. A few of them I recognized from one time we went after Sasuke."
"What happened? Why did you come back here instead of going after the trail?"
"Are we going after Tama or Akatsuki?" Kiba asked, spreading his hands. "Because their trail splits off."
Genma frowned and played with the needle in his mouth. "Did Tama escape?"
Kiba shook his head. "No, she was with someone else."
"Who? Who else would take Tama?" Minato asked. "Is there anyone else who would want her?"
"Considering she's the daughter of two very powerful, very famous ninjas who undoubtedly acquired many enemies in your time together," Genma said. "Maybe we should start with a list of them."
"Not necessary." One of Kakashi's nindogs trotted up to join them. "The trail's old, but we've got a couple on it, anyway."
Kushina frowned. "You said a list wasn't necessary. Why? Do you recognize the scent of the person who has Tama?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I met him before when I was with Naruto, Hinata, and Yamato. The creepy guy with white hair who smelled like a snake."
"Kabuto," Kakashi said. He turned to Minato and Kushina, two very confused people. "He was Orochimaru's assistant. When Orochimaru died, Kabuto merged the remains with his own body, and when we saw him, several months ago, the remains were trying to take over his body, according to visual reports."
"So, he has Tama?" Kushina asked.
Kakashi nodded.
Tama forced her eyes open and flinched at the bright lights shining down in them. She tried to bring her hand up to block it, but her hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. With a good deal of effort, she pushed herself up and the room swayed. Nausea bubbled up in her stomach. The room—cell—whatever she was in stank and with each breath, the stench got worse as did the churning in her stomach.
She pushed herself onto her stomach and leaned her upper half off of the bed, just in time. Her body convulsed, though nothing came up except stomach juices and saliva. Tama coughed and heaved, tears stinging her eyes until she could breath again. She reached up and rubbed at her mouth, hating the taste of the bile in her mouth. Something wrenched painfully in her arm, but she didn't get a chance to inspect it before someone interrupted her.
"You'd better get used to that, my dear."
Tama spun to the sound of the voice, but a wave of dizziness knocked her back onto the bed. With a groan, she sat up more slowly and faced the voice—and the horrifying double chakra signature she'd felt first in the Akatsuki lair.
The man (?) standing before her seemed to have two faces. One half seemed human. He had white hair in a ponytail, glasses and a fairly unremarkable face. The other half was distinct with its yellow eyes, long black hair and pale-as-night skin. Tama closed her eyes.
"Yes, you'll be having those problems for another, eight or nine weeks, I'd say. Though I hear the following months are even worse."
Once she could be sure she wouldn't dry heave upon opening her mouth again, Tama said, "What are you talking about?"
The man laughed—a creepy combination of high-pitched girly and pedofilic raspy. "Look at your stomach, my dear."
Terrified of what she would find there, Tama pulled her shirt up a few inches. There, just above her right hipbone, was a thin red line, clearly a cut a few weeks healed. Then, a few inches to the left, was a circle in the same manner: thinly cut and weeks old. Confused, but somehow knowing this wasn't good, she looked up at the man-thing.
"What have you done?" she whispered.
He—it? laughed again. "It's wonderful. I'll explain it all to you later. But the most important thing to remember right now is—oh, wait, I haven't congratulated you!"
Her stomach threatened to protest again and she took deep breaths until she could speak, clearly what he was waiting for. "For what am I to be congratulated?"
"Impending motherhood!" the non-person cheered. "You're pregnant."
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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, I'm being so mean to them, aren't I? And no, KABUTO DID NOT RAPE HER. He's much too scientific for that. The circle on her stomach was his version of artificial insemination.
So, I'm working on an original fic right now. If I ever decide it's good enough, I'll post it on fictionpress com. Someday I want to publish, and I'd love to hear all of your opinion. (My roommate told me that my writing--recent writing, not the beginning of 'If Only'--was better than Stephanie Meyer's, so if she got published, so could I.) that made me very happy.
sorry if that offended any Twilight fans, but . . . it's an entertaining read, but it is certainly not deserving of the hype. (In my opinion.) And what the hell kind of name is Renesmee Carlie?
And, yeah, did I mention, Cedar Point rocks?!