Hey guys. I know, I know. This isn't what you were expecting. You want another chapter to either Dark Annihilator or Naruto Uzumaki: Armor Mode. There's one problem.
I just don't want to do them anymore. I lost inspiration. I can't think of new ideas, and I don't see it going anywhere. I tried to think of why that might be, and I think I figured it out.
I was interested in that kind of story but wasn't passionate about it. I mean, I like Iron Man and any kind of armor changes. That's why I'm in love with Kamen Rider. But I would always take too long to think of the next idea. So, I've had enough. I decided to start a new story. If I ever do get inspiration for the other two again, I'll keep going. But until then, you'll have to deal with me being a selfish asshole.
Plus, I was dealing with a shitload of depression with no medication, so give me a little credit for even coming back to this.
Anyways, that's the old stuff out of the way. New stuff time.
I am in college now. So I won't be able to update the stories like I used to. The chapters might be... oddly unbalanced. That's because this is a new laptop without Microsoft Word. On Word, I could see how many words there were, so I knew the length of the chapter. Now... I don't. So forgive me if the chapters don't seem normal.
And for this story, it will be a weird one. It may creepy you guys out. It may not. But I wanted to do this story for a long time. I wanted one that doesn't just give Naruto new powers. I wanted to do one where there is a new backstory or a new story entirely.
Anyways, hope you enjoy. I'll try to update as soon as possible.
And again, sorry for the long hiatus.
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The Sandaime sat next to Naruto's hospital bed and sighed. It feels like deja vu. Naruto has been in the hospital so many times and has been visited so many times that it just felt like a dream.
What are the ANBU doing?, he thought. He knows for a fact that the ANBU Corps consists of many elite ninja. After all, he had watched them grow up from a genin. But even though he had ordered them to protect Naruto, the seven year old boy still ended up like this.
He sighed again. This time was probably the worst out of all of them. Naruto had always had trouble with the villages: receiving beatings, insults, and vandalism. But it seems someone with torture knowledge was in the usual mob tonight. Thank god for their advanced medical jutsu. With his whiskers, he already looked much different than everyone else. He didn't need a permanent Glasgow smile on top of that.
The old Hokage, Sarutobi, was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds coming from Naruto. It seems like he has regained consciousness.
"Naruto", he asked, "How do you feel?"
Naruto didn't answer. As soon as he woke up, he just stared at the ceiling. This continued for several minutes until the Hokage feared something was really wrong. He touched Naruto on the shoulder and lightly shook him until he spoke.
"Jiji, there were ninja in the mob today", Naruto said, still staring at the ceiling.
That statement made the old man freeze.
Ninja?... That.. can't be, he thought.
"Hey, Naruto... you sure that it was ninja? I mean it could have been some villagers dressed up like them".
Naruto finally stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at the Hokage. At this moment, he realized how dumb his statement was. The most defining part of a ninja was his headband, and those weren't given away for free.
But ninja?
Naruto looked at the expression on the Hokage's face. He could understand why the old man was doubtful of him. He put all his trust into his ninja. The old man didn't want to believe that they would go against their orders to attack him.
"Hey, jiji?"
Sarutobi looked back at Naruto. "Yeah, what is it?"
"Do you remember what you told me about the purpose of a ninja was?", asked Naruto.
Sarutobi couldn't remember exactly, so he shook his head.
Naruto responded, "You said that they protect this village from all threats so that this place could be somewhere everyone could live in peace. Do you remember now?"
Sarutobi nodded. He did remember saying that once before. He looked outside through the window at the village being rained upon. This village hadn't seen war in a very long time. Because his ninja acted as a deterrent, this village had avoided conflict. The villagers were content with the security, and the ninja were content with the lack of fighting and danger. To him, he still believed that the ninja were protectors of the village, and so he looked at Naruto to tell him.
But he couldn't. Not with that look. Naruto had started crying while Sarutobi's attention was diverted. Naruto asked in a shaky voice, "Jiji, answer me honestly..."
He nodded. What could be in Naruto's head to make him need an answer and cause him to cry? He needed to know himself.
Naruto, after wiping the tears away, looked out the same window the old man had looked through and asked, "Am I a threat?"
Sarutobi was about to say no immediately, but Naruto cut him off. "The ninja attacked me... Ninja protect the village from threats. So I must be a threat, right?"
The old man grabbed Naruto by the shoulders and firmly said, "You are not a threat. Alright? You are Uzumaki Naruto, one of my precious people in this world. You are not a threat. Maybe something happened today, and it was a mistake. I know, I'll sign you up for the Academy. You could become a ninja and make sure no mistakes happen again. Alright?"
He was hoping this would calm the boy down, but instead, it did the opposite. Naruto pushed him away and shouted, "If I'm not a threat, then what happened out there?! Why was I attacked by ninja?! Just because?! Why aren't you doing anything to help?! Why am I always alone in the attacks?! Become a ninja?! I don't want to become one of those monsters that attacked me today! Stop pretending that your ninja were still doing their jobs! Do your fucking job as a leader of protectors, old man!"
Sarutobi was shocked. He couldn't find the words to say to Naruto. He wanted to apologize, but then, Naruto said quietly, "I've had enough. Go away. I don't want to see you anymore."
The Hokage was deeply hurt, but he knew he that Naruto needed some space right now. So he got up and left for his office.
After a while, Naruto checked out of the hospital, after getting an ugly glare from the receptionist, and started walking back home.
But on his way back, he found himself going down an alley. Usually, it wouldn't be a problem, but today, a drunk man with a bottle of beer in his hand saw him.
The drunk walked up to him and said, "Well... if it ishn't the demon. Come back for more, you phiece of shit?" The drunk laughed a bit.
Then he smashed his bottle against Naruto's head. He laughed hard. "What demon can't fight for himshelf?" He kept laughing, and then, he picked Naruto up by his collar and breathed into his face. As he was thinking on how to have his fun, his eyes widened, and he looked down.
There was a scalpel in his stomach, and it was being held by Naruto. The drunk man let go of him and was about to send a flurry of punches his way, but Naruto quickly stabbed him again over and over: in his stomach, chest, leg, arms, and finally, neck.
The drunk fell to his knees and collapsed to the ground. Naruto stood over him, burying the scalpel into the man's back, and after staring for a few moments, he left.
"I've had enough. This place is corrupt. The protectors attack the ones they should protect, and the leader can't do anything about it. It's like this place is filled with weeds. Even though there are good people here, the weeds take over and ruin the reputation of this place."
Naruto looked up into the sky, ignoring the rain hitting his face.
"I've had enough. I'm going to take matters into my own hands. If Jiji won't do anything, then I will. I'm going to rid this place of its weeds."
He looked back at the man, dead on the ground. His blood, mixing with the rain, forming a red pool around him.
"I'll cleanse this place, using whatever methods necessary."
But he knew what he meant. He was pissed off at this village. Whatever methods necessary only meant only meant one thing to him.
He wanted to kill them all.
If all the corrupt people are dead, then this village would be the one Jiji promised. A place where the protectors would ensure peace.
He then resumed his walk back to his home. He had a lot of planning to do. After all, he said he wouldn't go to the academy. But his list of opponents included some of the ninja. So...
He needed to get stronger.
He needed to learn how to kill a ninja without being a ninja.
He needed to become a professional killer.
He smiled. This was going to be fun.