Hell Spats me back out
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Naruto Shippuden. All rights belong to its author Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N:
- So here we are. This is my first SI fanfic. I've been wanting to try this for some time now but I only got some inspiration recently.
- A.N.B. means after Naruto's birth; it will serve as a way to count the years of the timeline starting from year 0. I'll try to point out the timeline the best I can with the info I found.
- Filler characters, concepts, and events will be included in some way or form.
- If you got any doubts, ask in the comment section at the end of the chapter. I'll answer the best I can whether it is in the next chapter or your inbox.
- Comments are always welcome whether it is praise or constructive criticism. It incentivizes me a lot boys and girls.
- Enough said, let's start.
I want to be rich and retire early.
I wanted, to be rich and retire early.
Reality was a prankster... a real prankster.
You're about to understand just exactly why...
Born from alcoholic parents out of wedlock and from a shunned woman, Evan was sent to live, by his own father, to another family as a baby less than one-year-old.
There, he was raised as the only son of a single mother who had lost her kid 11 days prior to his birth. Coincidentally, he was born on the same day as his distant sibling, who he never got to meet. He pondered the irony.
Yet, as many might anticipate, moving didn't help.
He was continually chastised by the person who was meant to raise him as her own child and who constantly reminded him that he wasn't hers.
He imagined that this treatment was because of her son's death. He looked around the house and there were trophies for sports, which must've made the woman very proud of him. He wondered what was like to have a brother; would he take care of him? Would he protect him?
Letting those thoughts trail off, he saw the years pass and nothing changed, he began to doubt that anything would ever change with his treatment in this house.
In fact, it only got worse. The woman started to have trouble at her work. Then emotional abuse would be the least to worry about.
She started physically abusing him, seemingly blaming him for the disgraceful state that her life was in.
It was a horrible feeling. He wondered why she kept such high expectations on him. He wasn't her son, she herself kept stating that over the years. Why did she keep expecting things that weren't possible?
But it didn't end there. At school, people kept distant from him.
They were afraid. Afraid that he was part of the Sacred Snakes, a group that was famous for taking in kids to become their agents. It seems that his caretaker had been in a relationship with one of their members before she was dumped.
What happened was, he grew up in a very dangerous part of the city where drug dealers and criminal factions were a common thing. Every day, kids and women were kidnapped whether it was making them their agents, hostages, or... other things.
He was indifferent toward these ignorant kids. He was very observant of things that happened in society even at his age and knew that in this marginalized part of the town, they should also be in a very similar position.
Whenever his caretaker was out or watching tv, he kept watching in secret.
Every day there seemed to be only news about deaths, environmental accidents, and political propaganda...
He hated political figures. They always like to they always seemed to deviate from the subject of the problem in question to talk about social inequality and that it was necessary to create a more egalitarian world.
But here he was, in a toxic environment with no social programs to help or protect him.
This egalitarian world that they always spoke of was only a piece of paper. Equality was a lie, a very dangerous lie. But he knew what game they were playing in here.
Basically, they first needed to convince the people that they were here for a noble cause then, they got themselves elected next, they would use the power they had to fill their pockets with public money.
They would keep us in a miserable state so they could later come when we were at our lowest and offer us a helping hand so we could be eternally grateful to them.
They would inflate the state and reduce our capacity for individuality, to fend for ourselves, reduce job opportunities, creating social fights in order to keep us occupied fighting each other.
But the politicians were not the ones he was disgusted by the most. The worst was actually the people who seemed to always suffer from a very strange case of collective amnesia.
Whenever the time for election came, the people forget that many of those they elect were the causes of the situation they were in now.
These experiences caused him to develop, to a certain extent, apathy toward the suffering of others and he developed a somewhat egocentric persona.
Deep down, he mostly cared about himself.
So he decided, he would start to walk in his own shoes, he would start taking part-time small jobs, and earn some money. He took whatever was available to him from small tasks such as cutting some grass to some weight-lifting activities.
With the money he slowly raised, he didn't feel as hungry and could buy something to entertain himself.
He particularly liked reading, among other things. He could forget about the issues in his immediate environment and unwind by immersing himself in books, magazines, and other materials of such nature.
He often heard the children at school talk about the series called Naruto so he took an interest and bought the first volume to try it out.
The first chapter was simple. There was the demon fox, the fourth hokage sealed it away into a human baby sacrifice. It was then that the story really started. A boy called Naruto Uzumaki would take the protagonist till the end of the series.
The first impression he got from the boy was that he was an idiot. You see, he believed that he was wasting time trying to get attention from the people of that village; those people didn't deserve him. He thinks that he should be indifferent to their behavior towards him and focus on his own goals.
The next chapters told the story of how he got through the academy exam and that's when he felt that the boy had wasted a great opportunity.
Naruto had been enticed into stealing the scroll of seals upon being manipulated by one of the academy instructors and he was actually, successful. He had access to such a valuable asset that could change his life forever and yet, learned only one of the many useful techniques that he had his hands on.
Really, what a waste. If the boy could stay alive and stand out from his peers until the end of the series, imagine if he learned everything that was engraved there.
From there on, he would become genin and enter a team led by the copy ninja and his other two former academy companions.
Sakura was the typical fangirl. He couldn't stand her character at the start of the series and would only get to admire her after the time skip. That is, until midway until she went back to being somewhat like her younger self.
Sasuke was the edge lord. The boy had been fooled by his psychopathic brother who thought that putting him through a mental torture session would help him in any way right after swearing upon the corpses of his own family that he would protect him.
And Kakashi... the man was the living sculpture of someone who insists on living in the past. Someone who got so distracted by petty things that ended up forgetting that he had other two students to teach. Having succumbed to his clinical depression, he wasted a lot of time and opportunity to ready his students into becoming great shinobi.
That said, if some things were rearranged here and there, some things could have been avoided. The Uchiha clan massacre, Sasuke leaving the village...
But that was just an overall thought of how things could have played better. If he was actually in the skin of one of these people, he would immediately leave the leaf. The place was cursed. Having been the target of wars, giant kaiju attacks such as the one and nine tails attack, child experimenting, councils capable of having your clan exterminated, Gods sending your execution from above, etc.
It was not like that was the only place that seemed full of deranged people but given the grand scheme of things, Konoha seemed to always stand out and be the stage for the worst that could happen to a village that supposedly, was meant to be peaceful.
The other villages had done their share of grizzly things as well.
Kumo seemed obsessed with acquiring their own Kekkei Genkai to the point they would have a kid kidnapped so they could remove its eyes removed from the skull or even use her as a breeding machine to generate their own army of Byakugan users.
Iwa seemed to be a nest of terrorists. Ready to strike back at any moment's notice whether it was from underground with their earth-style users or from the sky with their explosive squadrons that specialized in bombing enemy bases throughout the continent. Not forgetting that they seemed to like the idea of sending thousands of their own men to suicide missions such as the yellow flash incident.
Suna seemed to be eager to sacrifice their best shinobi and kunoichi as long as it meant avoiding the slight possibility of a conflict or war with neighboring countries breaking out; poor Pakura. It was such a serious case that their Kazekage clan seemed to mysteriously die or disappear from the annals of their history every time another rose to take command. They lived in a crater in the middle of the desert; no need to say anything else.
And Kiri... ah Kiri, do I really have to say anything? The place was known as the bloody mist, their people lived in a civil war for a long period of time, wasting their precious Kekkei Genkai in such a stupid conflict, that no one even knows why it even started; they just followed through with the idea of exterminating anyone with a bloodline limit abilities and that was alright to them it seems.
He hoped that they never get to face a real war. They killed those prospective soldiers with Kekkei Genkai for such a pointless reason, and they would undoubtedly be missed if a real war were ever to break out.
It also had a very strict shinobi code. The people there were trained to kill themselves or their own companions if they fall into the enemy's hands to prevent any secrets from leaking. Obito sure did them dirty.
He kept reading the manga until the series ended but he hated the ending. Where the hell was the chapter showing Naruto becoming Hokage? Wasn't that the thing he always dreamed about the entire series? Why the last chapters were focused on a marriage with a girl he barely shared a glance at within the entire series? This was awful. If he was there, he would prevent Boruto from ever happening.
Still, he liked the series enough to also watched the anime along with most fillers and movies, and even a little of the novels.
Time passed and one day, his caretaker had fallen ill with cancer. It seems the woman never cared about her own health and a year and a half later, she died.
Like his other parental figures, she was gone in what felt like an instant. She was never there for him and now, he barely noticed her absence. He never counted the times of mistreatment as her being present anyway.
But all he inherited was her misery; her bills, her debts...
It didn't take long for the landlord to come to collect the rent. Unfortunately, he was still too young to get a proper job, and the country he lived in forbid work for boys his age. The few jobs he was able to take on didn't pay him enough to cover a month's worth of food let alone the rent of a big house.
He made an effort to explain the situation to the landlord fully, but of course, like everyone else he had ever encountered, he showed no interest in hearing his sob story.
According to him, he should act as he should and be thankful to have inherited the house and strive to keep it. This was one of the many occasions in his life he felt like wanting to kill someone. But, he could never shake this feeling or sensation that made him feel as though he were being restrained.
Was this what they called moral sense? Or this was just fear of being sent to prison?
But to the contrary many thought, is that he wasn't bitching or whining about the life he had, or the misery he went through; that was a case apart. In actuality, he was unsatisfied. He was unsatisfied that he got so much he wanted yet, couldn't get or achieve half of it despite his efforts.
So he became homeless.
People who are homeless are often at risk of infectious diseases like hepatitis, and tuberculosis due to compromised immune systems, poor nutrition and hygiene, and frequent overcrowding at shelters.
But he had no choice, the best place he found was a camp full of homeless that worked their asses to get some coins in order to survive.
He stayed there for what felt like days, months. He had every day to search the trash for food but it was what he had now so no complaints.
His life followed that course for some time that is, until that day arrived...
During one of the nights in the camp, the homeless people were assaulted by what he immediately recognized as the Sacred Snakes. It seems they were searching for homeless kids to join their group.
He was taken to a base of operations in what he understood as a neighboring country.
There, he was received by what looked like a General of sorts that immediately demanded discipline from all the other kids and boys that had just arrived.
Some boy in one of the queues refused and started berating the General.
It didn't take long for the boy to have his mandible shattered by the kick he received to his jaw. It broke like thin porcelain. No one else dared to say a word; a deadly silence remained.
It was that saying, the nail that sticks out farthest gets hammered the hardest.
The first activity after receiving a medical examination was marksmanship. We would have to use guns or knives and hit the targets that the commander had prepared for us.
It didn't take long to become apparent that he had a good aim. It looks like those months he worked as a mailman came in handy.
As soon as he was sent to the next activities, he finally understood that this wasn't just some training camp for criminals but an actual terrorist facility.
He got to do tests that required stealth, disarming and building handmade bombs, tapping cell phones, fighting other kids and boys half or twice his height, and manufacturing drugs...
The kids who didn't score well on the tests got to eat less or didn't eat at all. According to the commander, it would be a test of resistance and a motivator for them to give their hardest to earn their food.
Luckily though, he was very applied to the activities he was given and soon earned a reputation within the ranks.
This success spurt just pissed off those around me more. They started sending me glares everywhere I went.
But something within me had also changed within those months he spent there...
The tests started to get harsher and harsher and it required us to step on each other in order to get to the top.
A few years had passed and he had already earned his place amongst the few selected ones for a possible commander position.
One day, we had a surprise test.
Standing before me, was a guy that should be the same age as me. He kinda reminded him of himself and even looked a bit like himself. It was a strange coincidence.
The commander then injected us with something; he assumed those were strength-enhancing drugs, the same ones he helped to craft because he felt his muscles tense and adrenaline started surging, veins popping up in his arms.
That meant that the winner of this fight to the death would also be the one who crafted the best drug...
"The one who wins this match will be one step closer to earning the position of commander so I expect no less than your very best. Fight to the death. Begin"
The commander gave the order, and before I knew it, I was already smashing my fist against his stomach.
The boy seemed to not have taken the effects of the drug he crafted too well. He seemed dizzy and wasn't keeping up with him in the fight.
Each punch broke one of his teeth then the nose, the jaw...
Something was happening to me without my notice. The drug I crafted seemed to make me stronger as intended but, It also turned me into a heartless monster incapable of seeing reality.
The number of bones a boy of his age had was 206 so, in his current insanity, he felt like counting the amount he would break.
One bone...
Two bones...
Three bones...
Twenty-eight bones...
Sixty-seven bones...
...
At some point during the beating, he could no longer hear the cracking of the guy's bones. That was the only thing that made him stop bashing his skull otherwise, he wouldn't come back to this reality. The skull was left deformed and disfigured once he was dragged from atop the guy's body.
The commander had raised his hand and declared him the winner but he could care less. He was distraught by the bloody figure under his feet.
He started to pant heavily as I stared at the kid's mangled body. It was then that It started to sink in, he had done that? He asked himself, unbelieved.
But then, something horrifying to him came across his mind as he saw the boy's blood form a puddle...
He saw his own reflection in it. A/N: No pun intended.
That evening, he spent minutes in his room, reflecting on the current situation. He had planned to use this place to one day become their boss and achieve his goal of becoming rich but...
'Those bastards... they've used us to test who had created the most effective drug!' He thought enraged.
He had understood that the more he spent time in that wretched place, the higher the chances of him suffering the same fate as that guy.
He had decided. He would use his advantage to manipulate anyone he had the chance and escape this place.
The next day, the Sacred Snakes' leader visited me, viewing me as the most prominent kid, he sometimes invited me to a feast and we conversated about all kinds of things.
He also told me all about his business and how this training facility worked under the direct orders of some high-up in the government once I managed to make him drunk. I discovered how the facility control panels worked after searching his office a few times and got a backup plan once the time comes.
He was invited many other times to his mansion which was making his life there much easier and tolerable.
When he noticed that life in a terrorist group seemed better than life in a family environment, it became clear that there was something terribly wrong going on.
Still, the leader made no effort to hide his favoritism toward me. So there was no shortage of kids and boys in that place who thought badly of me and wanted me dead more than ever.
Before he knew it, he was 18 years old and the day of his chance to escape had finally come.
He, over the months, manipulated the boys into creating a riot with a false rumor of an exit so he had to take this chance.
By using the influence he earned over the years, he convinced the instructor to give the pilot test that day.
During the uproar, he took this chance to infiltrate the room for the control panels for the electromagnetic field controls and activate them only in the areas where he could prevent the usage of anti-aerial weapons.
However, destiny was not too kind to him as one of the boys who despised his success decreased the magnetic field output, making the anti-aerial weapons function again. The helicopter had been hit in the engine, disrupting the controls, and starting to show malfunction.
He cursed as the flying machine started to fall from the sky and drop into the ocean. He reached out for the cables to try manually operating the controls but...
Suddenly, his body gave in and he felt something wet under his shirt. He had just been hit in his chest. It seems that the anti-aerial weapons had also got him.
"Damn, just now that I managed to get this far..." He thought while regurgitating blood from his mouth as his helicopter started to sink into the sea.
His body began to lose all its strength, all the sounds from the riot around the island had become opaque as he began to lose consciousness and now he could only listen to his deep dying breath that grew weaker and weaker.
He always felt as if he was in prison. But that ended today. He would soon be consumed by the void that is death. All of his senses shut down. He would finally get to rest but it was then that he felt being dragged away from the pit of darkness...
...light...?
Reality was a dirty prankster, wasn't it? He thought as he was dragged back to life.
XXX
Year 0 A.N.B. (October 10) ~ Konoha ~ Night ~ Inside the Sealed Barrier
His body felt numb and he didn't feel the strength to open his eyes but he could listen to some mumbling. He couldn't comprehend it properly but it seems it was about some woman castrating someone.
'What the...?' He thought with confusion.
He then listened to something that he understood as the people there being worried about a newborn baby's silence. It seems someone was giving birth. He also felt that someone was moving his body around.
Why would he be in the middle of a childbirth? He expected to be sleeping with the sharks right now. Did someone rescue him by any chance?
Then he listened to the cries of a baby. It seems the baby they were worried about had finally started to cry or at least, that's what he could understand from the lack of proper context.
Suddenly, he felt as if someone had a hold of him. He heard someone threatening some guy and the latter was worried.
Then, he was flying...
He had been sent to the air for some reason.
'What in blazes is going on?!' He thought, completely in shock.
He was then, caught again by someone.
After that, his mind started to sway and he fell asleep...
'This just couldn't be what he was thinking, was it?' He thought with utter stupefaction as he lost his consciousness and slept.
XXX
When he awoke, he seemed to finally have the strength to open his eyes.
And so he did.
His vision, at first, was a bit blurry but he caught a glimpse of something huge, black and orange.
He didn't remember ordering sliced papaya for lunch. And most certainly he didn't need this much.
Wait a minute... there's no fur in papaya... and certainly doesn't have an eye with a slit!
'A giant fox!' He screamed in his thoughts as he witnessed the giant animal figure just above his field of vision.
Towering about him was a Kurama a red-orange fox colored with black fur around its red eyes that stretch up to its ears and nine long swiping tails.
'I must have salted the holy supper to have to have to go through this...' He thought, tensed as he saw the massive beast turn to stare at him.
The Beast's sclera filled itself with veins as its hatred became almost palpable in the area. it raised its massive paw as it grew claws. It was ready to strike him to death right there and there.
It was then that I closed my eyes, ready to die once again.
Suddenly, I felt something dripping in my face. I opened my eyes slightly and what I saw had me shocked. What was dripping was blood but not blood from just anyone. It was blood from two people that made his mind start to piece the puzzle together in a rapid fashion.
'Minato and Kushina...!' He thought with stupefaction. The couple above him was saying something but a sudden desperate cry got his attention and made him weakly turn his head to the side, making him further his shock.
Right next to him was a blond baby with whiskers.
'Naruto Uzumaki!' He thought, not yet out of his stunner.
Now everything was clear to him. He was reincarnated into the world of Naruto, somehow. He just couldn't believe it before because everything seem so realistic in his eyes here. Nothing looked cartoonish or should he say, anime-ish...? He didn't even recognize Kurama when he saw it.
A rush of anxiety and delight filled his heart so much so that if he could muster a laugh, he would. He opened his baby's mouth and attempted to speak.
"Look dear, our son is trying to speak his first words so early... I bet... he gonna say Daddy first..." Minato spoke weakly as blood dripped from his mouth and from the felt pain of being struct with Kurama's claw.
Kushina laughed weakly as she paid attention to her eldest son. "No, he's gonna say, Mommy. I'm sure..."
'Hi, step parents' Menma intendedly spoke in his mind's voice albeit of his lack of capability to speak.
His parents laughed it off. "I guess... it's too early for him... haha..." Minato spoke.
"But I'm pretty sure... he said, mom..." Kushina spoke with the little sarcasm that was left to her.
After that, Minato sealed each half of Kurama into each one of his sons.
The chakra of the fox was powerful and he felt as if was weighing on his conscience. He felt the need to close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber.
The roles would be reversed. He would no longer be the baby in the cradle being overseen by an adult. This time, he would be the adult watching over the babies on the cradle, his own personal nursery.
'Don't worry step-parents, I will make sure to take goooood care of my twin brother...' It was the last thought he had before losing consciousness.
Chapter End