Two-Faced Ooi

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SOMETHING RATHER IMPORTANT: In this chapter I've defined Hinata's personality as frosty and proud, much like Hiashi, Hanabi and all other Hyuuga bar Tsukimi. If I get a mass lack of reviews, or a mass-load of complaints, I'll edit the chapter appropriately. I want to know how you guys feel- I expect at least three hundreds reviews next chapter! (I jest.)

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"Doton:" Axel leapt back, using his chakra to stick himself to a wall while he preformed a few hand-signs. "Kami-Kouken!" (Earth Release: Divine Guardian) the wall behind Axel suddenly erupted into jagged pillars, which rocketed towards the calm yet glaring Utakata.

"Suiton:" whispered Utakata, as he made a sweeping motion with his hand, before a wall of water fell from the ceiling. "Jiame!" (Water Release: Pity Rain)

The earth met the water at furious speeds, before both fighters were propelled back by the force of the impact. Axel was sneering again. "I never imagined we'd be so lucky. THREE jinchuriki on the premise of Kiri. THREE." He pointed at the kimono-wearing man. "You must be Utakata of the Mist- the bubble user. And the freaky boy up top is obviously Yagura of the Bloom, the flower user." He glanced at the unconscious Naruto. "And then there's your disciple. WHO is he?"

Utakata drew back, before his eyes began to glow with an ethereal blue energy. "None of your business. Awaton: Awahou!" he quickly brought the pipe to his lips, before propelling a gigantic bubble, which shot towards the mildly stunned Axel. A few meters before it connected, Utakata muttered faintly, "Die."

With a small popping sound, the bubble exploded violently, the soap burning Axel's skin like acid. "What the fuck is this bubble made of…?" the brunette mentally screamed as he was roughly slammed against a wall from the force of the explosion, only to make eye contact with Utakata who was running through more hand signs. "You fucktar-"

"Kinjutsu- Awaton: Yamiama-Kansen!" (Forbidden Technique- Bubble Release: Dark Bubble-Infection) he brought the pipe to his lips again, and lightly blew on its nozzle. In an instant, hundreds of tiny pink bubbles surrounded Axel. If he made one movement, one of them would be likely to pop as they remained suspended in mid-air, bobbing lightly round him.

"W-What…?" he whispered, perplexed. "What the hell are these things?"

His opponent had rushed over to Naruto and was applying a light healing technique to ease the boy's fatigue. "Those are your end, Axel of the Thousand Faces. Pop one and it's all over for you."

A vein popped in the young man's head. "D-DON'T TAKE ME LIGHTLY!" screaming in rage, he lunged forwards, the blades on his arms at their fullest length. Unknown to him, his shin lightly brushed one of the pink bubbles. In a chain reaction from that one bubble, all of the pink orbs began to simultaneously explode with the force of a standard paper-bomb. Of course, due to the sheer number of the projectiles and the combined force of the multiple explosives, this added up to at least a thousand times more effective than a simple paper-bomb. Axel fell to the ground, his body badly charred from the multiple bombs. He was barely conscious, but his eyes were fixed on Utakata.

"Oh? You're still alive?" murmured Naruto's teacher.

The answer he got was a short laugh from Axel. "Idiot. You actually thought I'd fight you head on?" Utakata's eyes widened and he spun round, to see Axel sneering. "Naïve! You chose wrong fool! This…"

"… Is an illusion." Muttered Utakata as he suddenly faded back into reality. Axel was standing right in front of him, his arm-blade stabbing into the man's chest and shoulder.

"Eye contact is all I need… Then you're sent right into my world." whispered Axel. "I'll admit, if that attack had hit me, it wouldn't have been too pleasant. But I need you alive… Now…" he growled. "Who is that brat over there?"

Utakata cast his single visible eye in Naruto's direction. "I do not know if he is a Jinchuriki, nor do I know who he really is. All I know is…" he met Axel's gaze. "He is my idiotic disciple. And I'm not going to let him see me as weak." Blue steam began to pour off of him. "I don't usually have to do this…" his eyes exploded with blue energy. "…Forgive me, master."

Axel was blown back by a sudden burst of energy from the older male. "It can't be… No one has ever…" he stared in shock as the slug silhouette began to grow bigger. "He's controlling his Biju…"

The walls began to burst, while the chakra charged ceiling began to push upwards, expanded by the sudden surge of chakra being pushed into it. Now, instead of a tall male, a gargantuan slug with six tendrils trailing off its back stood before Axel. "Ah… It's been a while since I've been released. What's on the menu today, partner?" two stalk-like eyes surveyed Axel who was drawing back, nerves suddenly taking him. "Scrawny boy. Won't be that good for my body- not enough fat on him. However…" a large gooey jaw with slimy stalagmite and stalactite styled teeth revealed itself on the seemingly expressionless face of the slug. "I am not one to moan- beggars cannot be choosers."

"D-Don't…" whispered Axel. "D-DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME! Doton:"

"NAÏVE!" with surprising speed for a hulking slug, the massive blob of flesh slammed into Axel with a very crude yet affective body-slam. "Ninjutsu is powerful, and may even repel some Biju to an extent. But without the use of your hands, it is useless. And I'm afraid that now you've made contact with me, your hands will be less than useless."

Axel, upon hearing this, glanced at his hands, and sure enough, they were covered in a sticky slime substance. "W-What the fuck?"

"That is my bubble soap slime! It is a special substance which causes a minor explosion if chakra comes into a millimetre radius of it. Therefore is you activate attempt a ninjutsu, it will backfire on you, rendering you helpless."

For the first time in a long while, Axel was terrified. Jinchuriki were easy targets; he'd beaten a few in the past, but never captured them. A Biju combined with its host was a different story. Jinchuriki were mere forgeries- paling in comparison to the real deal- and this WAS the real deal. The huge slug was throwing back its head and emitting a loud gurgling noise.

The brunette raised an eyebrow, and as a response, the monster threw its face forwards vomiting up long thick strands of gooey mucus. Axel easily dodged them, but what shocked him was how they suddenly hardened to steel-like strands. Then the shock really came. From the strands multiple wires shot out, connecting from strand to strand creating an invisible maze of lethal wire. Axel was trapped like a rat.

"Unlike our silly little bubbles, this wire's the real deal. It is also slaked in my foam. Remember your chakra network? Well, I think you can do the math. A cut plus the soap will equal… Boom."

The young man grit his teeth, before regaining his posture, and adjusting his glasses. "I am a genjutsu master. So I appreciate that trickery makes things a little bit easier. And I am also a ninja. Codes such as 'fair play' or bushido do not matter to me. But nevertheless, I regret what I have to do…" his features began to melt. His chest expanded and his hair grew dark. Make-up suddenly covered his skin, making it go pale, and he was suddenly clothed in a kimono. Rera now stood there, trapped and injured.

"U-Utakata-sama… Help…"

For a moment, the Biju wavered, and then suddenly it began to turn transparent. Utakata's silhouette was visible under in flabby Biju's body. "Utakata, you fool!" roared the Rokubi. "Can't you see this is a trick?"

The blue skin became pale, and Utakata's features faded into view. He was reaching out, hurt and sad, his stoic features melting into a concerned frown. "H-Help…" moaned 'Rera'. A small smile appeared on her face. It then vanished when a chakra charged fist roomed straight into her jaw, causing the illusion to drop instantly as Axel went slamming into a wall, unconscious.

Naruto stood there, barely hanging onto consciousness due to his extreme fatigue of awakening his Biju. His Rougufu chakra cloak had cut through the steel strings like butter, easily allowing him to punch the illusionary Rera clean in the face. "N-Never…" whispered Naruto. "Never make me save you again, idiot-sensei!"

Utakata, still under the heavy form of his Biju, looked mildly perplexed, then he smiled warmly. His Biju disappeared completely. "I'll take your word on that, Uzumaki."

At this, Naruto laughed warmly. "Anyone here?" came a voice. From one of the tunnels a large group of people appeared. This group included Rera, Dokuri and Mei. Upon seeing Naruto, Mei leapt upon him and began squeezing him to death. "Aw! You're alright my little cutie!"

"Get off the brat, Nee-san…" muttered Dokuri as he glared at Naruto.

Rera meanwhile directly confronted Utakata. "Who is that man?" she pointed at Axel who was lying, unconscious, against the wall.

Naruto's teacher cast a glance at her. "I believe he's a member of an organisation after the Jinchuriki."

Her eyes widened. "Y-You brought him here?"

"No." his gaze turned hard. "They are after Yagura."

The raven haired lady's eyes widened. "'They'-?"

She was silenced as a hand suddenly shot through her side. Everyone in the room froze. A tall man wearing the same cloak and hat as Axel was standing there. No one had seen him enter. A large bulge was visible on his back, poking out like a second head. "Not they…" He removed his hand from Rera's chest and let her fall forwards, blood trailing from her side. The newcomer's crimson eyes shone through the tassels covering his face. "Ooi." (Bad pun- Ooi translates as 'We' and is pronounced in same way)

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The graduation exam was, in a word, easy. That was all Naruto could say to describe it; ea-sy. The answers to the exam had been drilled into him during his early years with Utakata, this being their first practical use. He didn't know how memorising the birthday of Tobirama Senju was going to help him on missions, but Utakata had simply turned down his arguments with a faint "I won't teach an idiotic pupil, Uzumaki."

Naruto had finished the test with half and hour to spare, and thus returned to his favourite hobby of sleeping while the test continued. He found it too boring to bear. After the written test came the ninjutsu exam, which of course featured bushin, kawamiri and henge- simple jutsu at the best of times, yet deadly if used well, as Axel had proved all those years ago.

He was one of the last to take the test (They were called out alphabetically) and was thoroughly bored by the time he was called out. When asked to perform henge, he transformed into Iruka before turning back again. When asked to do kawamiri he suddenly appeared on the desk, his index finger grasped in Iruka's grip while his pen fell to the floor in the vacant space where Naruto had once stood.

But when asked to do a standard bushin, he paused. The ghost of a smile appeared on his sombre face for a fraction of a second before he preformed the necessary hand sign. "Bushin." He whispered. For a second, nothing happened… Then he doubled, quadrupled, octupled and so on, till a countless number of Naruto illusions stood before the shocked instructors. The real Naruto grinned sheepishly. "I could never get the hang of that technique- I guess I went overboard." He laughed merrily. "Do I pass?"

Mizuki clapped while laughing. "This is a sight to see! Haha! This has got to be top marks, eh Iruka-kun?"

Shrugging, Iruka simply noted down a number (Presumably his score) on the clipboard, then motioned to rows of the Konoha headbands. "Please select your type- headband, armband, bandana or scarf."

The blond glanced at the selection of accessories, before picking up the scarf and tying it around his neck. After attaching the material to his neck he smiled at the two instructors. "Thanks for taking care of me."

When he re-entered the classroom some of the students stared in shock. Sure, the boy had book-smarts, but he'd only been in the class three days! How in the world did he know the academy jutsu? He ignored the looks, instead making a bee-line straight for his usual seat next to Ino Yamanaka who was again ogling him like some sort of monster.

It was at least another twenty minutes before the final students had been tested and only those remaining had passed. Iruka returned to the classroom with his clipboard and sent the class a smile. "It's been a pleasure teaching most of you. All of you are unofficially branded ninja from tomorrow onwards. But before we can create the teams, we first need to examine your physical abilities." He motioned to the door. "Head outside to the survival zone and we'll begin."

It seemed that for one moment in that dreary day, Naruto would have some fun. But his hopes were quashed. It was merely target practice and light physical sparring with Mizuki. He didn't complain- he did need to keep a sharp edge if he was going to be successful, but still he found the training to be dreary. The target practice involved a choice of three weapons: shuriken, kunai or senbon. All except the latter were cheap and looked upon as fodder, while senbon, though the smallest, was one of the more deadly ninja tools.

Points were awarded out of 100, with ten weapons from one of the piles. The highest number you could obtain from one throw was 10 points from one of the vital areas, such as the neck or heart. When it was Naruto's turn, many stopped throwing their weapons and glanced, curious to see what the wildcard was about to do.

In one swift movement, Naruto had picked up three kunai before turning towards the target. Letting out a slow sigh, he then flung the projectiles.

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"RERA!" roared Utakata. Throwing all caution to the winds, he rocketed forwards, his pipe held out ready to split the man in half.

"So sad…" grumbled the figure. "… Unrequited love is such a pity." He withdrew his hand and let the raven haired lady fall before grabbing Utakata's pipe and slamming him into the ground. "Such a pity."

In one swift motion he removed the hat from his head revealing a gaunt face with sickly pale skin. Pale platinum blond hair fell down to his shoulders, but revealed his skull-shaped face quite easily. With pale red eyes he surveyed the remaining ninja of Vein-Mist. "Boy…" he muttered, softly. "Surrender yourself." His voice was so weak and frail it was hard to believe he beat Utakata and Rera in the space of one minute.

Naruto stepped back slightly and flared the chakra over his arms as if to give out a warning. "And if I refuse?"

For a moment, the red gaze seemed to show a small flicker of amusement, before two of the Vein-Mist ninja screamed in pain and fell to the ground, stone dead. Naruto only had time to widen his eyes and faintly whisper, "What…?" before the blood splattered over his face and the two corpses fell to the ground.

Encircling Ooi was a ring of small rectangular shaped cards, swirling around him like a halo. "It is best… If you come quietly. It would be…" he glanced at Mei who was looking rather sick. "…Such a pity to kill all these fine humans. But then again…"

"…You aren't human, are you…?"

It wasn't a question. For some reason, Naruto felt a tug in his belly. He had a gut feeling telling him to RUN, right away. "W-What are you talking about?"

"Kurogan." (Black-gun) whispered Ooi, almost lazily. In a flash, specks of light flew from the card shaped objects, which began to revolve as each fleck fired. With pin-point accuracy, the small-bullets hit random ninja from the Vein-Mist, who had suddenly tried to flee from the battle. Like flies they began to drop, without the pale man even lifting a finger.

The nightmare Axel had shown Naruto was suddenly becoming a reality. Blood was flying in all directions, faces which had been kind to him over the past day, were now appearing with blank-dead eyes. "S-stop…" muttered Naruto.

"BASTARD!" yelled a bulky man who was supporting a large foresting-axe. "NINPOU: OSHIONO!" (Ninja Art: Pressure-Hatchet) The axe flew down through the air, ready to cleave Ooi in half, when it was suddenly stopped in its tracks. For a second, the man froze, before hundreds of thousands of bullets pierced through his body, ripping his whole form apart like mere paper.

"P-Please s-stop…"

Dokuri slid directly behind Ooi, two throwing knives clutched in each hand. "Die you insane-prick!" as a few bullets flew at him, he deftly weaved around them, before drawing right up close to the Organisation member's back. "Shikaku-houhou…" in a flash, be blurred in front of Ooi, who blinked in mild surprise. "Urasoshaku!" (Assassin's Technique: Back biter.)

Two pinhole-like marks appeared on Ooi's chest, before blood spurted out them. "Oh my." He muttered. "I seem to have been killed."

Dokuri's eyes widened. "What the-?"

A new pair of hands, distorted and mangled in form, burst from Ooi's robe and grabbed hold of Dokuri. "Nii-san!" cried Mei, in fear and alarm. The redheaded boy only had time to cry out in anger and confusion, before his body went limp and he slumped to the floor.

The arms, still embracing Dokuri's body, were connected to Ooi's side, like an extra pair. "I've ripped my robes…" he mumbled, before shedding them, revealing his true form. His body was indeed frail and his figure appeared anorexic, but attached to his back was a large wooden creature of such horrid form. Tiny tubes attached the monster to Ooi's back, while the small spherical head rested on Ooi's shoulder. The creature let out a short mechanical laugh.

A random female yelled out, frantically, "What the hell is he?"

Ooi raised a feathery eyebrow, then held out his arms, as though showing off his body. "I am Ooi. I am a test subject from the village hidden in the dust. And I…" he motioned at Dokuri. "Can never die. My body is charged with electrical energy from my little friend." He pointed at the small robotic monster who grunted in recognition. "Which in itself is charged from other humans. In short…" he smiled lightly. "You are all but chargers for me. It's such a pity, but… You die as an after affect."

"S-stop it…"

"DOKURI!" cried Mei, in distress. At once, her hands blurred in action as she formed hand seals. "Futton: Komu no jutsu!" (Boil release: Skilled Mist technique) A scalding hot mist erupted fro her full-lips, quickly ebbing around the room. The Mist Ninja, knowing this technique, quickly retreated from its range.

Ooi merely muttered in distaste. The small robot threw Dokuri away from him before shrinking back into its metallic shell. "Charged up to 56%! I want that girl! She's got huge tits!"

"Language…" mumbled Ooi, before he strode forwards, move cards of light appearing before him, seemingly batting away the highly acidic attack. In a matter of moments, he was standing right before the stunned still Mei. "Pity."

"STOP IT!"

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Naruto landed a final blow on the silent Mizuki, who looked on, mildly impressed. "I have to say kid, that wasn't half bad." He stepped back and gave a thumbs up to Iruka. "The kid's decent, man! He'll be a fine genin."

With a short bow, Naruto left the sparring ring and moved towards Iruka to collect his scores. As the he had practically just joined the class, he had not only gone last but had points deducted for missing all the tests throughout the year. Iruka tried to put a gloss over this though. "You scored 78 points in the weapons training and scored a full 90 in the sparring practice. That's the highest score of this year group- good job Naruto!" Said boy surveyed him with a cool blue eye. When people put a gloss over something, you just know bad news is coming up. "… But…" Naruto silently berated himself for jinxing the situation. "… I'm afraid with the sever lack of points from the other tests throughout the year, you have been pushed down to second-last place."

"Well, that's not so bad." Naruto mentally added. Though he would have preferred to have his real skills recognised, being cocky and carrying around a title such as 'rookie of the year' could prove more of a burden than a blessing.

Iruka turned to the rest of the class, who were watching silently. "Which means in first place- winning rookie of the year, Sasuke Uchiha. And in second, taking the place of highest kunoichi, Sakura Haruno." The tanned man sent the whole class a large beam. "I'm so proud of you all. Some of you I've known for years, others for months, and one I've only met for a few days!" he sent Naruto a playful grin. "It's been a pleasure teaching all of you. But alas, I need to pass you on to your new jonin sensei's. Like today, everyone must attend class, but upon arrival I'll announce your teams and sensei's. Congratulations."

At this, a few of the class-members let out a cheer and threw their headbands in the air in celebration. Naruto on the other hand simply turned on his heels and exited the school. He may now be an established ninja, but the medicine he needed to help Utakata would come at a price. He suddenly stopped in the middle of the road and looked up at the Hokage monument, the four stony faces glaring down at him. With his trademark feral-grin, he pointed a long index finger at the monument. "Watch out, Konoha! You've got a future-hokage on your hands now!"

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"I see." Whispered the blonde man, faintly. His violet eyes softened slightly, before his gaze turned to the large window stretching out in his office. "So I'm not alone. I'm glad Uta-kun is back… But for some reason, I don't think that's why you're really here." From thin air, a long hooked stall with a large flower at its tip appeared in his hand. "I've served my purpose, ne?"

The figure opposite him said nothing, instead opting to nod.

At his silence, Yagura laughed. "Not going to go all out, huh? It makes me wonder how strong you guys are to not even back down against a kage- and a jinchuriki to boot. I've seen guys your age at the mere mention of my name. But then again, all that's because of your filthy organisation. Though before I fight, may I ask one question?" he glanced at the picture on his desk, of three children and one adult. Him, a blonde youth with a goofy grin making a V-for victory sign on one hand, Utakata, still looking as stoic as ever, with his bubble pipe grasped between his spindly fingers, and a young girl with a sweet face and long violet hair. The elder man was a short stout tanned man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tattered jeans, but one look at him told you he was not to be messed with. That was his team- from the olden days. Yagura, Utakata and Akizu under the watchful eye of Master Cross. His gaze lingered on the photo for a moment longer, before he looked back at the figure. "Is my wife still alive?"

The figure paused, then in a gruff voice stated, "Not that it matters, but she died a number of years ago. It was a shame- you can't find healers like her anymore."

At this, Yagura suddenly grinned like a madman, the stitch under his eye giving him a slightly manic look. "I see. IN that case, I have no plan on going with you. In fact…" he swung a fist at the large window, which suddenly shattered into a million pieces. "… I think I'll destroy this whole world. Maybe then I'll see Akizu in oblivion. Maybe not." He chuckled. "Who knows.

"You are mad." Mumbled the figure, but nevertheless he drew back his sleeve, revealing a stitched arm. "I am allowed to kill you, you realise? You're seal is so weak that it will cause no harm to the Biju you have locked within you."

Yagura's only response was to thrust his staff towards the falling glass, which froze in mid-air, as though trapped in a painting. The flower on the edge of the staff began to glow. "Benton:" his eyes began to glitter as the glass swirled around him."…Nakiyanagi." (Petal Release: Weeping Willow)

From outside the Mizukage building, it looked as though a hurricane had torn the building to shreds, but any unfortunate onlookers knew the real cause. The black petals falling from the sky were enough to tell them that Yagura, their fourth Mizukage, was about to die.

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And… We're clear! WHEW! I thought I'd NEVER finish that chapter! I think I'll stop the flashbacks for a few chapters and I'll fill you in on Naruto's progress slowly. Maybe in three chapters I'll tell you how this arc ends… Or maybe not… Kukukuku… I am so evil.