Chapter Two - Instinct
The Incarnation Of Rage
By Armaegedeon Lucifeus Epic Length
Haku looked skyward at the sudden stirrings of the forest animals. Zabuza went straight for the hilt of his weapon, but for all his shinobi worth, could not detect the faintest trace of something hostile. Haku gazed at her sensei. "Zabuza-san, what was that, that sudden unease that just flowed through me?"
The man looked down at his pupil; "Let's go Haku" And with that, the man took off at speeds no normal human being could keep up with, Haku right behind him.
Uzumaki Naruto awoke to unspoke of pain circulating through him, the only description being all the years he lived all compacted into one infliction of pain. Soundless screams escaped him as his veins became visible upon his darkened skin. The brightest crimson blood flowed out of his eyes and ears as a sphere of the most intimidating aura surrounded him. Within this sphere the entire magnitude of the Kyuubi no Kitsunes hate raged pure and true, the sphere acting as a container and suppressant of its mighty power.
The Kyuubi saw nothing, and then the faintest of lights came into site. His visage skyward he saw something he dreamed many a nighttime of seeing again. The moon in all its defiant glory shined down upon his incomplete spectral form.
The Kyuubi no Kitsunes chakra flowed through the boys veins, purifying the kitling's body and adding years upon his life. Sculpting his muscles and mindset, the child's body was far from just being healed. He was human perfection if ever there was such a thing. The Kitsune knew nothing of human anatomy, only he went with his instincts on the matter, same he dealt with every other situation The Great Kitsune had ever come across. The perfect "human" perhaps wasn't the best choice of words. For what the Kitsune was in the process of doing, the child would not have a single defect.
Within his very core being, Uzumaki Naruto's very own soul, the Kyuubi no Kitsune crafted a self sufficient Charka source to work with the Childs mind. With this inhuman charka flowing through the boys coils, there would be no doubt the child would always be the best, and the possibility of near immortal life lay on the horizon. But no, there was not enough time; a thing the Kitsune had never thought would even affect him. The villager's shinobi would be on patrol. The Kitsune did mask his partial release and massive charka surge, however even with such control as his, with a near infinite charka source, it was impossible to suppress it all. It leaked out, startling ever living being, all sentient things that had life and wanted to keep it that way.
Animals fled and the shinobi went on alert. He had to be sure that all his chakra would flow into him before anything was done, and to finish the Kitlings purification. Ground rose and speckles rose from the Earth, rocks, and shrubbery soon followed, eventually entire trees and animals following and being devoured whole for the creation of the Kyuubis immortal body. However there would not be enough time, they would be discovered. A healthy percent of its Chakra still flowed through the boy, and his transformation would not be complete.
"Be grateful Kitling! Be grateful to me, for the gifts that I bestow upon you!"
And with that the Kyuubis massive spectral eyes sprung open and an unheard howl tore through the core of the ripe sphere of sentient life forms.
The creature padded its way on foot throughout the thick forest, searching, any place would be sufficient, as long as it was big enough. Dragging the light load the small crimson eyed fox hungrily tore into the corner bottom of a nearby oak tree.
With enough dirt and bark kicked up and thorn through the fox dragged the limp human form into the hollow and curled up by the entrance, silted crimson eyes glazed over observing elsewhere at a distance as a squad of chuunin made their way towards the pair.
The miniature Kyuubi no Kitsune sacrificed an all powerful immortal body to the time restraints and finished his transformation of the Kittling; storing a small amount of chakra far more than enough in the child and kick starting his now superior chakra system pumping his own chakra intermingled with the Kitlings self sufficient chakra stores.
One Umino Iruka set off with two stationary guards at the command of one Asuma Sarutobi in a blind perimeter search after a very distressing outburst of chakra that pulsated through what felt like the entire world shook the lands.
The rains were beating down heavily upon the three as that combined with very strong winds set it at an angle stinging the chuunins with chill pinpricks of water damping the grounds. All that could be heard was the beating of rain and winds as the Konoha shinobi made their way through the forests trees, the limbs difficult to maneuver on in the dark and so very damp. For a split second, almost unreadable the chuunin caught sight of an unnatural red which just as quickly as it had appeared vanished.
"Did you guys see that!?" yelled the man over the sounds and chill of the storm.
"What are you talking about!? Let's get this damn patrol over with. I know you don't have a wife but we do! There's no need for us to suffer out here in the cold too!" echoed the man to his group who were long gone from where silted red glinted in the darkness.
The Kitsune in the darkness had been contemplating his next action while the kitling hibernated from first site of the mortals.
"I hunger!"
Iruka came to a sudden stop startling his comrades. He hand went to his kunai as his teammates did the same.
"What is it?" whispered the one on the left; a sense of urgency and fear laced in his voice.
The one on right fell forward with a light thud on the damp ground. Iruka dropped down from his perch upon the branch not sparing the left man a glance as droplets of red spilled to the Earth.
"Who is it? Show yourself!" shouted the chuunin without the sense of conviction behind his voice in his mind. A soft padding was heard behind him and as he began to turn he heard something disturbing halting his movements. It sounded like…an animal..eating something, no, 'devouring' something.
With still breath the chuunin with kunai at ready shifted his weight at turned in an instant. What met his visage though he already knew from sounds and now sight still did not register in his mind. The first corpse was already gone, nothing but blood left upon the Earth, the creature already tearing apart and mauling the second shinobi with unearthly speed. Flashes of red droplets littered Umino's face as trails of red came from silted crimson eyes the shinobi knew anywhere.
All train of thought froze from the chuunin, his heart beating wildly within his ribcage. His rage fought for dominance, fought just to jump at the feral creature and drive a kunai through its heart, yet fear froze him in his place. He could not move, his muscles tensed to the point of cramping as silted crimson eyes and glowing scarlet teeth turned upon launching at the shinobi's juggler, his last breath escaping from holes in the man's throat.