Summary: Fighting Sasuke, Naruto nearly dies. However, the Mangekyou Sharingan isn't the only thing that gets awakened.
I'm doing this story for the fun of it. I've read a lot of stories. This is an idea I got from reading those. You know the 'what if Naruto has a bloodline' stories. However, as I wrote I went off to the direction of 'what if he had no influence from the Kyuubi' direction. But, I got bored and went in the direction of 'what if the impossible happens, "Kyuubi's killed," and is replaced with a more powerful creature who even the "Lord of the Bijuus" fears.'
I don't know where I'm going in this story. Don't care about direction. Just writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Naruto: Choosing 'To Be My Companion'
Chapter 2: The Meeting
He is a four year-old boy living alone in the vast population of the village. For a year now, he has been living away from the orphanage shunned by society. He survives on the scraps of leftovers he finds in trash bins. He survives the cold wind with the castaway clothing he stumbles upon. He is a very antisocial creature. He's wary of all humans, for whenever someone decides to be generous and take in the unfortunate soul and give him warm food and show affection, after the boy is bathed and given fresh clothing, this same generosity turns into wrath upon recognition of who they have been treating leading to the physical, mental, and emotional abuse of the poor child. This is why the boy has long forgone the dependence from his own kind. He has found the warmth of the wilderness to be far more appreciative over the coldness of the village. However much he finds pleasure in the great openness, he can't deny the human longing to join his kind. For that year of isolation, he has learned to survive the dangers of both the wilderness and the village through stealth and doubt.
He still remembers clearly the day he was kicked out of his home that year ago. True he doesn't understand that a year has passed for he is too young to have any knowledge of what time is or how to properly communicate. Back home in the orphanage, no one allowed him to participate in learning vocabulary or counting numbers. Hell, no one was allowed to even talk to him. All the times that he was talked to were only scolding and he had no idea what was going on, only that he did something bad, whatever that may be. Only a few times was he shown warmth, kindness, and interest, this was all from an old man who would come and visit him once a year on something that he said was the boy's birthday, whatever that maybe. But the boy didn't care. Everyone would leave to something called a celebration. Every time he tried to go, many strangers would hurt him and he didn't understand why. They would call him a fox, a demon, a monster. These were always lost on him. So he enjoyed when that person would come to visit him without hatred and venom. He was the only source of warmth that he had ever received his whole life. The man was always with four people carrying strange frozen faces of creatures he had no idea of, and they called him Hokage. 'Was that his name?' he often wondered.
Then that horrible night came about. The old man left and the adult that would often yell and hurt him came back to the orphanage early. She went up to the boy and smacked him on the head. He stumbles onto the ground. He turns his hurt confused eyes to the adult. The adult grabs him by the neck of his shirt and drags him out of the building and tosses him out into the street. She turns away from him and walks back into the building slamming the door. The sobbing boy rises from the ground and runs to the door pounding so that he may be let in, but it never opens. He falls to his knees and cries.
Inside the building, the lady is on the phone, "It is done. The old man just left and the demon is outside pounding on the door. No, don't worry. I have it all taken care of. Just tell them to come and do away with the demon brat. Once that's done. I'll retire and leave this village knowing I did this village a favor. As for the Hokage, by the time he finds out, a year would pass and the senile old fool would be powerless to do anything. With the council's help he will never find me. And if he doesn't find me, how will he know who is involved. Just remember that there should be no evidence that the brat is dead. It must look like he disappeared or ran away. So, hurry and get them over here."
She hangs up the phone and congratulates herself for taking part in the removal of a great evil menace.
Fifteen minutes later, the boy cries himself into depression in an alley. Every time he would plead with an adult with his limited vocabulary they would yell and commence to beatings him until they grew tired. True the beatings didn't affect him much physically, for he had endured much worse at home in the orphanage. No, today was turning out to be a very bad day for the young boy. However when he looked up from his position in the alley it seemed to pick up a bit. Groups of people in black with those weird frozen faces were coming towards him. That must mean the old man was with them. However when he saw that he wasn't, he thought 'maybe they would help him. They were his friends.' But he was wrong. They had no attention of helping, not the way he would like. They grabbed him and took off outside the village and into a dangerous forest. They tricked the boy into believing he was being taken to the old man. He turns his confused face to them and tries to ask where the old man was. Before he could they began to truly hurt him in to the point of death laughing all the while, before leaving him for the wilderness to claim him.
The boy awakens on a cold stone floor. He trembles at the sight of so many skulls inside the walls. He senses a terrible feeling in front of him. He looks up ands sees a scary creature with a frightening skull for a head sitting on a fancy chair of bones.
The frightened boy gulps, "Who you?"
The creature cackles before responding, "Your only true friend."
The boy shakily asks, "Friend?"
The creature majestically rises from his throne. The boy shrinks back in fear.
The creature glides forward as the boy trembles.
"Naruto, are you scared?" he asks amused.
The boy nods.
The creature asks, "Do you want me to be your father?"
This grabs the boy's attention. "Father! Are you my father?"
The creature smirks, "I could be if you want." It extends its skeletal hand. "Just grab my hand and I will become your father."
The boy eagerly takes the creature's hand in hope. From within its robes black and purple flames engulf the creature. The boy tries to pull away but the skeletal hand gets tighter. The flames travel and engulf the boy before receding back into the creature. The creature's bones begin to change and rearrange themselves. Then muscle began to grow followed by skin and hair. The creature turned himself into a physical replica of Minato Namikaze in a black robe.
The man smirks at the shocked boy and says, "How's this?"
The boy asks, "Who are you?"
The man replies, "Call me Father."
You may be wondering how can so much be gotten away with and why isn't the Hokage doing something about this treatment.
The point of the story is that the people of the village's hatred don't cause them all to beat the boy. They do something far worse. They neglect him as if he doesn't exist.
The Hokage doesn't really want to deal with the boy, because like all others he is reminded of all the loss and sadness he and this village had to endure. If he had his way, he would never see him. But since the boy is a citizen of Kanoha and the son of a great friend, he has to at the least check on him once in a while. He does wish to care for the boy, but he is afraid of all the memories it will open up.