LXD: Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Naruto and all characters from this universe belong to Masashi Kishimoto with the expectation of Assassin Creed and its character belong to Ubisoft and for my own characters, I own the story plot and the idea was an inspiration from a story I read.

We see a man garbed in a hooded white dress uniform jacket with blue lining, as well as a thin red sash fastened with an Assassin insignia and brown boots with leggings that extended past his knees, he is muscular built and he keeps his face hidden from anyone seeing what his face truly looks like. On is uniform we see different weapons including a tomahawk that is sheathed at the right side of his belt, bow and arrow around his back, flintlock pistols to left, rope darts, and hidden blades around his wrist.

The man rode on his stallion as he strode along the forest of Konoha in the cool night air, he looks up into the night sky and closes his eyes as if he was concerntrating on something, 'Mother…if only I saved from the evil that is white men the maybe you could have been alive…

Flashback

When Conner Kenway was a child, still living in Mohawk Valley with his mother he still called by his birth name, Ratonhnhaké:ton, he was nothing more than a boy no older than 10 years old. His only concerns during those peaceful time, was learning to hunt, playing with the other children in his village, and of course, being sure not anger his mother occasionally. It was a time of unshaken serenity the calm before the storm in his life.

A young boy came to his hut, exclaiming the fact that he, along with the other boys his age, had nothing to do and wanted Connor to play with them. And so, he did, following the other children outside the wooden staked walls, serving as a barrier to their world, and carefully making sure to obey the instructions his mother and natives gave him and his friends before they left, "Do not leave the valley and go into the forest."

After reaching their destination near the Village, Ratonhnhaké:ton, asked in his native tongue, "What will we play?"

"Hide and seek?" One of the boys replied before pitching forward to take a few broken twigs of the ground. He held them out to his friends and said, "Draw and let's see who's going to be it?"

Each child took turns taking a single stick from the boy's hands until it was Connors turn to do so. They each looked around, noting the length of each that had been drawn before looking to Connor's, who undoubtedly and unfortunately had taken up the shortest of the bunch.

"You're it!" His friend said before turning to run with the other boys in order to hide.

Connor took in a deep breath, turning around placing his wrist against the nearest sturdy tree to burying his forehead in the crook of his elbow. "One, Two, Three, Four…" And he continued until he'd reached; "One hundred! Ready or not here I come!"

Slowly he turned, and looked through the trees for any signs of his friends but as children of the Mohawk tribe, he was sure they would be well hidden. So, he started to walk keeping his eyes trained to the ground as to track them like he would any animal. Hide and Seek wasn't just a game to these children, it was a practice of life skills they would need in the near future. Picking up the trail to one of his friends, he scurried up the hill, crouching to the ground every so often after seeing a footprint or a twig that had been carelessly snapped and pushed into the ground as if one of the boys had feet of iron.

He found one, then two more, and finally he tracked the forth before making their way back to the tree Connor had previously been left to count against.

"Let's play again." The same boy stated, as this was his favorite game. He leaned forward a took the same few stick off the ground for the children to repeat their draw but only this time it was he, who was left to count and not, Connor.

"You're turn!" Connor exclaimed. He was excited to hide because he knew he was good at it.

He quickly turned and ran into the forest, being sure to keep his ears strained for the seekers voice, "One, two, three, four…"

The numbers echoed through the woods as the children fled in opposite directions.

"… Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen." Then finally the voice had faded away.

Connor had run from earshot after hearing 'Twenty-Two, knowing he should have at least stayed near the village, but he continued, determined to win, barreling through the woods like a frightened doe. Finally, he took position against a tree he could easily climb up if he was close to being found. So he crouched, and waited, knowing very well that he wouldn't be found.

A half hour had passed before his guard had dropped and he had slumped against the trunk of his hiding place, just staring in the direction from which he had come, now hoping to be found so that he may at least suggest a different game. There was an eerie silence among him, no birds, no wind, just flat out silence. Even though such an oddity would have startled his elders, and sent them into the realm of suspicion, the lull in fact made him feel calm. He liked being alone. It wasn't so much that he hated being around others, he didn't, but he certainly didn't mind being alone. It was peaceful.

That is, until, the sharp, heavy thud of footfall, crashing through the forest debris caught his attention. Jerking his head the right, from which the sound had come, he realized he wasn't alone. A flash of crimson crossed his line of sight and suddenly he was grabbed by a man clad in red before being sluggishly tossed at the feet of another. The boy groaned and looked up only to be met with the barrel of a rifle held inches from his face.

"What have we here?" The stranger asked maliciously in foreign tone.

Connor knew the language of the outsiders, his mother had practically beaten the tongue into his brain for reasons that were beyond him seeing as how he never intended to speak to any of the white faced creatures but now, he was grateful that he did learn it. He quickly jumped up and ran the opposite direction instead a third man stepped from the trees and held his leg in the line of Connor's footfall, sending him to collide with the ground yet again. He laid quietly for a moment, breathing slowly, trying to form an escape route together. He knew these woods better than they, but it didn't matter, what with the rifle. Sure he could outrun them, but the musket, not so much.

Suddenly, the man who previously held the rifle gripped Connor by the shoulder and rolled him to his back, stating, "You look… Familiar. Where have I seen you before?" There was almost kindness in his voice but it didn't matter.

Connor had heard the stories of land being taken from his people, the kidnappings, and raids there was nothing friendly about him. He glared at this outsider pinning him down on the cold floor ground, hovering over him like a wolf readying to make the kill. His stele blue eyes were cold and dark and the thick facial hair on his top lip looked more like teeth, ready to bear down on him. So, Connor lathered up his saliva and spat in the man's face.

The outsider touched the slick dribble the child had bestowed upon him and started with a controlled tone, "That wasn't very nice…"

He quickly took up Connor's wrist and dragged him away.

"Let me go!"

"Listen to that, he knows English!" One of the men called.

"Smart boy for being a savage..." Said the man still dragging Connor through the dirt, trying in vain to pin the child, but with his flailing limbs, there wasn't much to be done. Finally he was ripped from ground and pinned to a tree, with a hand affixed to the base of his throat. "Spirited too!" Once the boy had calmed, he continued, "We have questions for your elders. Only tell us where your village is, boy, and you can go free."

"Best do as he asks, child." Said the red-coated man.

But Connor was distracted by the ever tightening grip on his throat, "I could snap your neck, you know?" He growled maliciously as he held the boy in place. "A little more pressure and then POP! The sad little flame of your life, extinguished. You are a nothing only a speck of dust. You, and all your ilk, living in the dirt like animals, oblivious to the true ways of the world. The wiser among you recognize the shape of the future. They throw themselves at our feet and beg mercy." He snarled. "But not you it seems. No… You cling desperately to your ways, too ignorant to know your own folly. But I am not unkind." He finalized as he released Connor giving him the ability to breath yet again. The boy dropped to the ground gasping for air as he listened to the man before him. "And so I spare you…" he continued, turning to pace through the leaves, "So that you may carry word to your people. Let them know the sooner we are given what we seek, the sooner you can return to your pathetic, empty, lives. A fair trade is it not?" He asked turning to the boy, glowering over him.

But Connor sat up and stared him in the eye, "W-What… Is your name?" He asked slowly yet with determination.

The man pitched forward and chuckled darkly, staring at the child with amusement. "Charles Lee. Why do you ask?"

"So I can find you." Connor growled.

"I look forward to it…" Lee replied, before walking away and motioning his men to follow. But instead of doing as asked, the red-coated man turned to the boy and smacked the butt of his rifle to the child's temple, knocking him unconscious.

When he had awakened and wearily made his way back to his village all he saw was flames and smoke and ash coming from his once peaceful village. As he desperately made his way through the rubble he called out for his mother.

Once he found her she was pinned underneath the rubble of a fallen log and so desperately tried to dig her out only to be pulled away from her and leave her to die.

End of Flashback

Conner grown within the last 25 years of his life and he would never forget the day that the white man invaded his village, he sworn revenge on the people who took the life of his mother and he accomplished the goal by killing Charles Lee after a very long and tedious fight for freedom in now new established Colonies.

His thoughts were interrupted by loud "BOOOOM" the ground that he was on shook violently as his horse shirked in terror. In his native tongue of Mohawk, he managed to calm the stallion down as he gently soothed it.

As Connor looked out into the horizon he froze, not too far from where he was standing, smoke was seen underneath the pale moonlight. Using his eagle senses, he felt of a strong evil presence in the air and it made him shudder at the feeling. Though against his better judgment he took off into the cool night and followed the evil presence.

In Konoha

People were in streets panicking as they were being herded to the safety zones by the Genin. The Kyūbi was attacking Konoha it swung it on of its powerful tail into one of the skyscraper crushing with little effort; using its powerful roar it flatten many building that were caught in its blast reducing it too mere rubble.

It roared through the night sky as continued its rampage and in less than half hour later already two thirds of the city and its outlying lands were already destroyed by the massive beast.

Ninja from Chuunin, Jounin, and special Jounin were called in order to stop the titan from destroying more of their precious village as well helped the evacuation of many towards safety. Medical-nin were very thinned out from taking care of the wounded to the elderly, even taking care one of their comrades as the Kyūbi destroyed more of their home.

The Sandaime was wearing a black jumpsuit, which featured mesh segments over the lower portions of his limbs, and a grey gauntlet that covered his right wrist, forearm and elbow. He also wore an armored hood with a bandanna-like Konoha forehead protector over this, which featured two long straps. He and a group of 10 ninjas watched from afar, as the Kyūbi destroyed everything in its path.

He very disturbed that many lives would be lost tonight and he could not stand it, "Prepare to move out men and to engage the Kyūbi!"

"Right!" they shouted in unison

Suddenly, a hooded white figure caught the eye of the retired Sandaime. Now he focused on the figure for the moment as it strode on the white horse riding away from the chaos. He blinked and shook his wondering, 'I'm getting too old for this…'

"Sandaime, are you alright?" Asked one of him men

Snapping out of his trance he looked at the young man in front of him, "I am but I saw a figure riding a horse going north into the village." He looked at the young Chuunin sternly, "Go and pursue this man, he might be connected to this incident and interrogate him if you must."

The young man bowed as he disappeared in smoke, then the retired Sandaime focused his attention to the fox that was before, "Alright, let's move!"

"Yes sir!"

Outside the Village Safe House (Earlier)

Minato Namikaze had a safe house somewhere on the outskirts of Konohagakure that he utilized in case of an emergency. Inside, he kept his equipment including cloaks, and his Furaingu raijin kunai amongst other items so he could teleport to and from the village in case something happened.

Now was the time to use that safe house, along with Minato in the safe house was Sandaime's wife Biwako a medic-nin from the ANBU and Taji; Kushina midwife. Minato stationed a few ANBU as security outside the safe house to keep guard from the masked man.

As the preparation for Kushina to deliver went under way let just say that she was not having the time of life right now…

"OH DEAR HEAVEN, IT HURRRRRRRRRRTS!"

Literally

The men stationed outside the post turned their heads around at the entrance of the cave as they heard the woman scream at the top of her lungs.

"I'm so glad that I'm not a woman." The dog-masked AUNBU said, his fellow companions agreed

Kushina was sweating bullets right now as her husband was trying to hold the fox seal inside his wife. Kushina let out another cry of pain, Minato could only watch in pity as she stopped to catch her breath.

"I…uh…I've never seen or heard my wife in so much pain before, Biwako are sure she's going to be alright?"

Biwako focused more on the birth canal rather than the young Yondaime reassured him in the sweetest tone possible, "She's fine, she'll make it through. Beside Kushina is tough young woman so don't worry so much."

Minato looked up at the elder still keeping his hands over the seal, "When people tell me not to worry; that's when I worry the most!"

"Keep your eyes on the seal!" she screamed

Minato quickly went back to the seal with full attention, "But she-"

"Merciful heaven, you're the freaking fourth hokage don't panic!" She sighed in annoyance, "This is the reason why women give birth to babies you men can't handle pain!"

Minato shifted his narrowed eyes towards the older woman but said nothing.

"How's my son Naruto doing?"

Taji went to the crib right beside the red head left; she smiled as she saw him sleeping soundly sucking his pacifier, "He's fine Minato, sleeping like the little angel he is."

Minato smile did not last long as he saw a bubble forming from the seal; he pushed back as it tried to rise causing more pain to his wife, "Hang in there Kushina and Akiko!"

'It's so strong! I can feel the fox trying to break free from its prison!"

Outside the safe

The masked man returned to the safe house, he already defeated all the AUNBU that were guarding it. He already drowned one by grabbing him by the throat. He let the limp body go as he made his way into the safe house.

'Soon Minato, soon…'

Back with Kushina

Kushina was at her final straw tears were already flowing from her eyes as she pushed her baby out of her womb.

"The heads out! Come Kushina you're doing fine just more push!"

"Keeping going Kushina!"

The Kyūbi was putting up a fight of a lifetime as it struggled to free itself from its holder but Minato kept the pressure going as he held it there, "AKIKO GET OUT HERE AND NINE TAILS YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"

With one final push, Kushina gave it her all; suddenly there was cry that filled the room. Minato popped open his eyes as Biwako commanded Taji to get hot water for the newborn. A little while later Taji came back with the baby in her arms.

"Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl."

Minato chuckled as tears of joy ran down his cheeks, "HAHA, Look at me, I'm father!"

The baby was placed next to a tired Kushina; tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she smiled widely at her newborn.

"Akiko…hah…I finally get to meet you…" She looked at the newborn. She noticed that the baby inherited Kushina red hair, as well as her features but her mouth, nose and eyes inherited from her father. Though he did not break up this lovely scene, there was one more thing to do.

"Alright Kushina, I know you're exhausted from giving birth, but we've got to get the Nine-tails completely sealed!"

A cry filled the air; Minato looked away from his wife with his eyes widening as he saw two AUNBU medic-nin on the floor, "Biwako, Taji!"

A voice filled the room, "Yondaime Hokage Minato, back away from the jinchuurki or your daughter dies at the ripe old age of a minute!"

Minato eyes twitched, 'First he tries to kill Naruto now he takes Akiko, oh pay back is going to be B*tch.'

Standing before him was the mask man from before as he held his daughter in his arms ready to kill if he needed too. Now Minato was torn; protect his wife and let his daughter die at the hands of this man or save the life of his daughter and let his wife be taken.

LXD: I promised you some Assassin's Creed characters and I will put some Assassin's Creed into the story, I was kind of hoping to save it for later chapters but what hell why not now? Alright this was only an intro to Connor, so you won't be seeing him or Jet for a few chapters. I really though about this chapter and revised it so hope this one is a little better than the original chapter five. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I update next week. Till next chapter.