This story is gory.
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'Someone thinking'
"Someone speaking"
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By now, the village street lights were ablaze and almost all of the teenage population of Konoha was roaming the artificially lighted streets. One of these inhabitants just happened to be Uzumaki Naruto. After his peculiar vision, Naruto went for a leisurely walk around the village. As he walked with his hands in his pockets, he thought of what he would do now after his encounter with Danzou. He knew If news broke out of the so called "demon brat" murdering Danzou, the council would be right there to rid Konoha of its "everlasting curse". In his current state, even with the Kyuubi's help, he doubted that he could fend off all of Konoha's shinobi. He needed to become stronger before anyone had the chance to rip his life away from him. He decided to enroll in the ninja academy; figuring that if you can't beat em', join em'. But in order to join the shinobi ranks one needed the correct equipment. Naruto's musings about the shinobi academy were cut short as his stomach growled from the diminutive amount of food he had eaten as of late. He had survived on the small rats and insects he had found during the short breaks in between tortures during his captivity. He looked around for the closest eatery he could find, when a small stand caught his eye. It seemed to be a ramen stand with the kanji for Ichiraku adorning the front of the small shack. He slowly made his way towards the stand, making sure that the stand owner wasn't completely hostile: even if his stomach begged to differ.
As Naruto sat down he mentally prepared himself for a quick escape. If these people didn't want him here, it was likely they were going to do something about it; something of the violent sort. Lucky for him the violence never came; (even though he really would enjoy ripping their flesh to pieces if they insisted on a fight) he was even greeted by a smile from who he assumed to be the stand owner. "One miso ramen" was Naruto's only reply. Realizing that the boy in front of him was not here for a chat, the stand owner went back to the kitchen to quickly cook his recently established order.
Naruto used this time to finish his interrupted thoughts about his ninja career. He needed the proper equipment; there was just no way around it. He decided on getting what he could tonight and he would buy the rest of his provisions tomorrow; after his well deserved meal that is. At the moment he felt like he was being stabbed in his stomach by a stiletto continuously. The smell from the kitchen didn't help his undying hunger.
After what seemed to be an eternity, a brunette girl walked up to him and placed his bowl in front of him. He mumbled a quick "thank you" before ripping a pair of chop sticks apart and bringing the bowl a little closer to himself. He had to force himself to eat slowly so that he could stay focused on scanning the surroundings peripherally for any suspicious citizens or even shinobi who might want to do him harm.
While eating and focusing on the world around him, Naruto failed to notice the slight blush on the brunette's face.
Once Naruto had finished his meal, he placed the cash on the counter and left towards the shopping district of Konoha. 'It's too bad that I might have to kill them later on' was Naruto's single thought as he was exiting the district of Konoha he was previously within. After a short while, Naruto had found a small shinobi equipment store that looked adequate enough for his specific needs.
He walked into the store unnoticed by the shop keeper which was extremely convenient for Naruto because of the likeliness of being thrown out if he was caught. He really didn't want to kill the man until he had all the supplies he needed because frankly, it's much easier to browse when you don't need to fight off an entire ANBU squad who are determined to kill the demon that murdered their favorite shinobi shop owner. To make sure that he wasn't caught shopping at the store, Naruto moved to the far right corner of the shop; the farthest point away from the register. Once he had gotten to the other side he was relieved to find almost everything he needed in one place.
There were clothes, basic weapons, training manuals, and even some advanced shinobi equipment. First, he started to look through the clothes rack. He wanted something that would blend in and was of a dark tint. After a short few minutes he settled on a few black short sleeve shirts with an inch thick white line trailing from the left shoulder, down to the end of the shirt. He also found some black shinobi pants and a pair of standard black ninja sandals. What really caught his eye was a large, concealing black cloak that seemed to be hidden behind the other various clothes on the rack. It had a white lining around the edges and was thick enough to withstand the average wear and tear as well as the physical abuse it would most likely receive during Naruto's training.
Upon further inspection, Naruto discovered that it did indeed have a hood as well as a few hidden pockets inside of the flaps. Naruto quickly moved to check out counter as time was of the essence. He picked up a few sets of both kunai and shuriken along with a shuriken holster and a weapon pouch. Naruto, knowing that all these weapons were almost useless without the knowledge of how to use them, also picked up a few training manuals: what was to come next was the difficult part. Naruto knew that he would have to go to the register at some point, but resented it none the less. He just opted to get it over with. As he walked up to the register he was 'greeted' by an exceedingly annoyed man. "Get the fuck out of my store you bastard demon!" was the shop owner's heated demand towards Naruto. Naruto wasn't in the mood for any of the man's assholery. The man soon found his face smashed into the register's table; as he immediately thrown into unconsciousness. Naruto proceeded to head home for the night and call it a day.
Light: the object of all hope in the world. It was also the one thing that Naruto Uzumaki resented at the moment. It had awakened him from his peaceful slumber which he had indulged in since the moment he had reached his bed the night prior.
He turned his head enough to see the lone clock on the far side wall of his beat down bedroom. It was about six in the morning, 'son of a bitch…' was the one angered thought of Uzumaki Naruto as he slipped out of bed and initiated his morning routine. He walked clumsily down the hallway of his small, physically mistreated apartment building towards the only linen closet he owned. Once he had reached his destination, he grabbed a towel and headed towards the shower.
The warm water was a great way to rejuvenate the body as well as gather his thoughts about today's agenda. After his morning custom, Naruto opted to go down to the same ninja store that he had visited last night and finish his shopping. Even though he didn't want to deal with the shop keeper, he knew that he could take him down again if he became too much of a nuisance. He was just hoping that the ANBU hadn't caught whiff of his latest encounter or he would be executed on the spot. As Naruto finished his thoughts, his hand reached down to turn off the water that had brought him so much pleasure over the last few minutes.
He wrapped his towel around his waist as he exited the bathroom towards the kitchen. Naruto grabbed and quickly devoured an apple that he had managed to buy along with many other needed supplies at a department store on the way home from his quarrel with the contemptible shop owner. After his meager meal he walked back down the hall and into his room where he had stored his new clothes and equipment. He walked straight towards his small closet and picked out a black shirt and a black pair of pants as well as his impious looking black cloak. He threw on his clothes and after a quick adjustment to his shirt; he examined himself in his decrepit dresser mirror.
He admitted to himself that he looked like an object of deadly perfection, both in terms feminine attraction and in the literal sense. Even though he was only ten years old, he reckoned that the whole of the female population of Konoha would be after him: he chuckled at the thought.
After breaking away from his previous muse, Naruto put on his new black ninja sandals, wrapped bandages around his ankles up to his knees, and walked out the door. He locked his door and proceeded to jump off the feeble guard railing and onto the first floor of the apartment complex.
Naruto took a deep breath, and started towards the main shopping district of Konoha. It wasn't long before he had reached the exact shop that he had visited the night before. One thing that he noted with extreme contentment was the damage he was able to deal to the damned shop owner who had insulted his very being. The man was indeed there, but was still completely unconscious with the imprint of his face now permanently etched into the broken counter top.
He examined the table more clearly and almost grinned at the fact that the entire front side of the table was covered in blood and a few shreds of fleshy tissue. The man would live, but it appeared as though he would be in immense pain for a long while. He also knew that because of the carnage Naruto would be able to score the five finger discount on whatever he so desired. Naruto wasted no time and immediately made his way to the weapons department. He had caught a glimpse of a certain item yesterday, but didn't have the time to research it because of his urgency.
Naruto didn't need to walk far before he had found the most beautiful material item he had ever seen.
A small glint formed within his crimson eyes as he walked closer and picked up the hefty item. It was a large cleaver that was taller than he was. The handle was made from solid stainless steel as was the large, serrated blade. There were kanji for strength, darkness, and death adorning the left side of the dark, coal black handle. The blade was the polished and gleaming, except for the inch thick curved black line that ran down the edge of the blade and seemed to seep into the handle. The backside of the cutting edge, as well as the handle, was about two and a half inches thick while the blade edging was as thin and sharp as a razor. The blade thinned gradually and seemed to call out to Naruto as he examined it. Naruto picked it up and was even more impressed at the craftsmanship that the blacksmith who had made it must have applied. Naruto picked up a blank scroll and used his knowledge from one of his newly acquired training manuals to seal the blade into the spool. He then proceeded to place the scroll into his thigh pouch where his excess kunai and shuriken resided.
After finding his way out of the bewilderment created by the sword, he was thrown back into another as he gazed upon something of equal supremacy. It was a black gauntlet with steel metal plates adorning the length of the thick leather. It was for the left hand, to assure a lack of interference with the wielding of the main weapon. The thing that made this gauntlet so unique was the blade that would burst out of a hidden slot just below the wrist when one's hand was maneuvered in a specific fashion. It was made with top quality leather and was guaranteed to last a long term of battle. Naruto slipped it on and tried ejecting the blade a few times and making the necessary hand motions for it to slide back into the slot. It was perfect for assassinations. Naruto then grabbed a customary fingerless metal plated glove and slipped it onto his other hand, so that his offhand would be protected; no matter how little the protection was. Naruto then proceeded to pick up the other necessary equipment that he either forgot or didn't have the time to get the day before. After getting the supplies Naruto headed towards the training grounds: to test out his new best friends.