What if Naruto had a hidden power that came to be when he fought Mizuki, a bloodline he never knew of? Then he would be known as the Kaze no Arashi, the Wind Storm!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Those rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Kaze no Arashi

Chapter 34:

The Death of the Kuroi Akuma: The Haunting of Your First Kill!

Falling, death, body, falling, crimson bloody flesh mangled together, a lifeless vessel no longer active, just falling onto the murky, muddy ground below its feet. Almost like he's no longer a person, just a shell to bury away and forget about, only to think about in glasses of sorrow and wallow, filled with elixir to take away pain buried deep inside, almost trying to never surface, but you know it shows in your face and your eyes.

Kisuke's eyes began to narrow with his angry scowl, hearing Hikari's cries of "Sensei!" as he clenched his fists and, then, loosened them, quickly yet madly withdrawing his blade from the dying, smirking Ketsu that stared at him with madness, victory. Kisuke moved his blade up and slashed through the dying man; crimson life flowing from the man's shoulder onto the genin's blade and his skin, his clothes, almost like it was dirtying his soul, making it filthier. He kept slashing and stabbing back and forth, imputing his rage into the man's body like a flash drive being shoved into a computer, the information of his pain, his rage, being traded to the computer.

Hikari stopped from looking at their sensei to see in horror what Kisuke had become, his mouth clenched like a set of wolf fangs ready to strike some prey, his arms flailing wildly like wings of a bird, of an eagle, swooping at his swords, the talons, strike and tear the flesh from the prey. Kisuke saw that the already, clearly dead body was falling to the ground so he put his swords into their sheaths and swooped over the body, punching the smirking face that held no activity at all inside it. He was running on instinct, keeping on the intense of rhythm of his fists, pounding, pounding the corpse of Ketsu.

Blood covered his fists as he began to slow down, breathing in and out a little heavily. Then, suddenly, he became himself again, staring wide eyed at his crimson covered hands, shaking uncontrollably until he rushed out to be alone, not looking back at all. He just kept going, nothing on his mind, autopilot taking control of his body. He kept breathing out and in heavily, his limbs moving in weird directions as he ran as if trying to figure out where exactly they are trying to go, not agreeing at all.

He kept going past tree after tree, rock after rock, not bothering to focus on the calls of his name and the rapid footsteps tracking him down. He just kept cursing himself, his words becoming demented, mangled knives and shards stabbing his sanity. He wouldn't stop now! He had to get to a place to think, to realize everything that has happened. His mind was jumbling too many words that he couldn't focus on the important ones.

He just kept on his way until he found a tree shrouded place with a glistening river cutting through it like a wound on the skin. He stopped, bending over, breathing out heavily as he looked into the source of water. He extended his arms to reach for the water, cupping it in the palms of his hands and, then, he pushed it to his face, splashing it against his skin, feeling the cold sensation, allowing him to focus more on what was going on.

He heard his two teammates and Kitsuchi's footsteps stop, still looking down into the water, his skin being washed from the crimson liquid that made him feel filthy whenever it made contact. He kept his eyes on the water, seeing his depressed yet angry expression and beating it by shoving his fist into the water. The water rippled, moving away from the fist's impact site, almost fearing it will get attacked again, moving its body to another area.

"So, that was your first kill…" Kitsuchi said, almost to himself than Kisuke.

Kisuke continued to shake his hands with wide eyes, "I still can't believe I did it… I can't believe I went through with it…" He shook his head almost like he was in denial of what he had done. "But I know that I did do it."

"Kisuke…" Hikari uttered out of her almost trembling lips and her soft hand extended toward his back or shoulder.

"I killed a man… I killed a man…" This uttering of repetition almost became a haunting chant as Kisuke shook in fright and Hikari couldn't stand anymore of it.

She rushed at Kisuke and surrounded him in a hug. He flinched suddenly in shock and, then, slowly wrapped his arms around his female teammate, feeling the silkiness of her blonde hair. "Please…, you should understand perfectly well why you killed him… Your emotions grew out of control…"She grew closer into him, feeling the cold, and still wet, crimson blood on his clothes. "You did it to avenge the only clan member you had left… But that doesn't mean you are all alone!" She pointed at Washimura, standing by a tree, looking melancholy at his teammates. "You still have Washimura and all the other villagers and shinobi in Iwagakure and friends like that Uzumaki Naruto in Konohagakure. And…" She paused, slightly blushing, but it was very hard to see, almost microscopic, pointed to herself and smiled deeply at him. "…you have me…"

Kisuke looked at her, blinked and shook his head as he came to his senses and smiled deeply back to her. "You're right, Hikari… I shouldn't have acted like this… I should have known that I would eventually have to do this… I did, but deep inside, I was in denial… I couldn't accept killing a person, even if I knew I would have to eventually." Kisuke chuckled harshly at his way of thinking, his hand rubbing his head of hair. "I'm an idiot sometimes…"

"No, you are not…" Washimura rose up from leaning on the tree and approached his teammate. "I even had thoughts like that at points when I was becoming a shinobi. I don't know if I fully accept it like you stated, but I'll just have to wait and see…"

Hikari nodded, "Exactly the same thing with me as well! See, you are not alone!"

Kisuke smiled at his teammates, "Yeah, I know…"

Kitsuchi looked from the tree he leaned on and smiled as he rose from the tree he leaned on. "You guys definitely make a good team." The three teammates looked at the man that helped them here. "You better get back to the village to report this to the Tsuchikage."

"Right," the three said, going to Kitsuchi's location and moving forward until they reached Takeshi's dead body, a corpse lying on the muddy ground.

"Let me carry him, Kitsuchi-san." Kisuke said as Kitsuchi nodded at him, seeing the look in the boy's eyes. Kitsuchi grabbed the remains Kisuke picked up his sensei's body and went forward with the others, knowing that his sensei was looking down upon him, awaiting his future that would unfold.

XXX

"Lord Tsuchikage," Onoki's head perked up at the call of his name, "the squad you sent after Bushido Takeshi is here."

"Send them in," Onoki of Both Scales merely said, wondering what had happened when he saw Kitsuchi, holding Ketsu on his shoulder, and the others come in with Takeshi wounded, resting on Kisuke's shoulders. "What do you have to report, Kitsuchi?"

Kitsuchi gestured to Kisuke to say it, who gulped and wet his lips. "Tsuchikage-sama," Onoki looked at Kisuke, wondering what was up with him, fearing of what happened, "Bushido Takeshi is dead…"

XXX

Uzumaki Naruto looked at his new coat with a grin and he said good bye to the toads. He put a conical straw hat on like the one Itachi wore when he came to Konohagakure. He waved at the smiling waving toads as Jiraiya put his hand on his shoulder and smiled down at the boy.

"Shima should be near Konohagakure, ready to send us back there to officially start our journey." Jiraiya looked to see Naruto lightly smiled and nod.

All of a sudden, the two vanished from the toad's sight, replaced by puffs of smoke.

XXX

"What of Chishio Ketsu…?" Onoki asked the team of shinobi.

"He is deceased as well…" Kitsuchi said, looking at Onoki.

The Tsuchikage sighed, "Alright…, I'll hear the rest from Kitsuchi… Leave the bodies here and go on your way… We'll inform you and the village of when the funeral will happen…"

The three teammates nodded and left the office, knowing that even though they lost their sensei, they still had each other. They would move on…

XXX

"So, you ready to go, Naruto…?" Jiraiya asked, grinning at his apprentice.

"I've been ready since we left for Mount Myoboku, Ero-sennin…" Naruto growled at his teacher, but calmed down after that, smiling at the road ahead. "Yeah, I'm ready…"

Jiraiya smiled and pointed at their path ahead. "Then, let's go!"

Naruto sweat-dropped as the wind carried a lone leaf toward their path, "Do you really have to act like that, Ero-sennin…?"

Jiraiya glared at his student, "Could you stop calling me that re- ?" He sighed in irritation. "Never mind, I should know that you probably won't stop calling me that… Let's just get going…"

Naruto grinned childishly, "Alright, let's go!" Naruto started to run ahead, blissfully unaware of where they were going, so he, then, remembered he didn't know where they were going. He stopped immediately, looked back with an embarrassed blush on his face. "Eh…, where are we going to anyway, Ero-sennin…?"

Jiraiya looked at Naruto and smiled lightly. "We'll be going all around the Shinobi World, but first, we'll go to Sunagakure since your friend Gaara is there and the village is an ally of Konohagakure, so it'll be easier to move about there than in other countries, villages and lands. So, as we go on our journey, you might have to take off your headband so we don't start a pointless fight with shinobi in another village. The only other village that is an ally of Konohagakure is Iwagakure. We'll just have to watch ourselves of shinobi that could attack us."

Naruto nodded in understanding, a serious expression covering his face. "Yeah, let's get going…"

Jiraiya smiled and said, "Yeah…"

The two shinobi began to walk forward, ready to move on with their journey.

XXX

Bushido Kisuke awoke, remembering everything that yesterday brought him. The death of his sensei and the last member of his clan, Bushido Takeshi, the saddening funeral where all he did was stare at the ground, and how the only things that made him feel slightly better was that he got his father's friend's two blades to use. He looked at them from his bed and smiled at them, tears starting to form in his eyes. He wiped at his eyes, closed them as he faced the ceiling once again, falling into the darkness that was sleep.

AN: Hey, people! I know that this is short, but I feel that I would rather post this than nothing or just add a bunch of stuff that feels like filler just so this chapter will be bigger. It doesn't really matter. Plus I've been pretty busy with school, Thanksgiving, and other things. Hope you like the chapter and the story!