Chapter 1: THE RISE OF THE RAIJU

I don't own Naruto by the way, if I did, it would be m rated

Also, no flames, please.

The first four years had been a living hell. Life at an orphanage was not the life I had planned for myself. But I was a baby, and later on, a toddler that had to depend on those scumbags for grub. I also came to know more about this world I'm in.

All I knew about me is I was born a year ago after this incident with the village happened, and that I was found on the pavement of the orphanage.

Back to my life, one time, 2 years after I arrived here, a group of ninja who look nothing like I thought they would had come to the orphanage to entertain the children and motivate them to be ninja. They had done several impossibly real things with various handseals. Stuff like summoning water clones of themselves, vanishing and reappearing somewhere else in the blink of an eye, and blowing fireballs out of their mouths.

These were things that were impossible for the people to do but apparently not so impossible for the ninja. I had asked the matron how they could summon mud walls and create water dragons. The matron had explained that there were some people who were able to manipulate something called chakra to accomplish these impossible achievements.

It was then another child had spoke up with more questions but the Matron had ignored him like an ant. I turned and found that it was Naruto Namikaze, or Naruto Uzumaki, as what they called him, the baby who was in his crib the night he had first woke into this world. Somehow, the adults at the orphanage treated Naruto with dislike and hatred though I had never seen him done anything to deserve what he's getting. Influenced by the attitudes of those scumbags, the rest of the children slowly began to treat the kid with the same level of contempt and dislike.

I had discretely kept my distance from them, and I'll get out of this shithole as soon as I can work, my dependence on the adults at the orphanage disgusted me but I could not antagonize them adults, at least not when I still couldn't protect myself. So I had discretely watched Naruto, playing with him when no one would, passing him leftovers I had saved from my own dinner whenever the adults tried to punish Naruto for whatever small thing he had done to them by not giving him dinner.

My breaking point was when I found a group of older bullies ganging up on Naruto who was playing by himself at that time. The fucking matron had taken one look and silently left the room smirking. The bullies by then had begun to kick the young boy's ass and he had crouched on the floor whimpering. The rest of the toddlers looked at the scene with no little amounts of fear that they would be targeted next.

My eyes narrowed at the display. I picked up a building block nearby and threw it at one of the boys straight in the head with a solid thump.

"Stop that!" I cried out. Throughout the three years I found that I retained my old strength and stamina. I was as strong as I was before, but my small body restricts some of it. But it's enough to crack the head of one of the bullies with the block. Because of this I began throwing whatever toys I could get my hands on at the bullies.

The bullies cried and jumped around to avoid my attacks which hit them directly with painful thumps eventually. But I soon found myself out of toys. I watched in fear as the injured bullies stalked towards me menacingly. I stood up, tiny fist clenched as I prepared to fight. The odds were equal, one little old me and four bullies bigger and than me combined.

The first bully to reach me raised a fist to strike at me. I braced himself to duck and I was surprised when a yellow blur tackled the bully to the ground. I looked into the serious eyes of Naruto who picked himself up from the bully. He was crying and bruises were on his body but he was determined.

"You my friend." Naruto said in his simple normal talk.

I looked at Naruto in surprise and I was a bit touched. Naruto like most of the toddlers could only speak broken sentences, and their thought processes were still immature. I was an exception who was looked on by the adults in the orphanage with no care in the world

I ruffled Naruto's hair and looked at him with determination.

"We fight." I said, knowing that Naruto probably knows the word

I launched myself at the bullies and Naruto's face brightened in understanding as he did the same.

Our determination did not help us however, not with four who were stronger than us. By the time the matron returned, Naruto had a black eye and more bruises while I had a split lip and several bruises as well. The four bullies however had fared no better, most with bruises on their bodies and one was holding his crown jewels in pain, thanks to me.

I stood protectively over Naruto as the matron neared. For a moment the fucktard looked at their battered forms and a flicker of emotion passed across her face. Guilt, confusion and a bit of self loathing? I don't know.

She had said nothing however as she rounded up the injured children and began treating their wounds. That incident however caused a change in the way the matron treated Naruto. She no longer gave him cold stares or disgusted looks, but she avoided him for the most part as if he was a bad memory to be forgotten. The bullies also stopped bothering me and Naruto. And that's how the friendship between Naruto and me began.

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6 Months later…...Regular POV

Takeshi Arashi looked on with interest at the old man who had come to visit Naruto. Out of all the adults, he was the only one that had treated Naruto with love and concern. He had seen him a few times at the orphanage before that but this was the first time he had taken note of the man.

All the adults at the orphanage also treated the old man with respect calling him "Hokage". It was one word that he still could not understand. Takeshi watched quietly to make sure that the old man would not ill treat Naruto before resuming his drawing.

When the Matron had introduced them to pencil and paper, Takeshi had jumped at the chance of doing something intelligent for his current age. He had proceeded to draw people and things he remembered from the past, of his forgotten life.

The adults in particular had exclaimed at his well detailed drawings, naming him an artist. Takeshi didn't mind, he was going nuts pretending to be an ordinary four year old playing toys. He hoped that the adults would allow him to read the books and scrolls.

"That's a very nice picture. Though that's a very strange looking tower." A voice said behind him.

Takeshi turned and grinned at the old man who had wandered over. Naruto was at his side clutching the old man's hand.

"It's something I thought of." Takeshi said. He had drawn something called an 'Eiffel Tower'. Though he had never remembered it, he always wanted to visit France one day with the girl of his dreams. Of course, there's no chance of that happening now, unless they have a similar structure.

"It looks like it's made of metal from what I can tell from the shading of the picture." The old man mused. "I am not sure if that would be possible but you have quite the idea don't you?"

"I love drawing, it's a hobby." Takeshi said with a shrug. "I want to read too but the matron wouldn't let me."

The old man looked into his young eyes and then smiled. "Ah.. you're very eager for knowledge, that's rare. I'll speak with the matron for you. I think she's just afraid you'll mess up the books and scrolls. Books and scrolls are hard to get for an orphanage you know."

"I'll take care of them. I promise." Takeshi promised quickly.

"Very well then, I'll hold you to the promise." The old man then bent down and whispered to Takeshi. "I heard you are Naruto's friend?"

Takeshi nodded as Naruto looked shyly at him. "He is my nii-san (older brother)."

"Ah… good." The old man nodded in satisfaction. "You seemed mature for your age. Take care of Naruto for me will you?"

"I will." Takeshi promised, feeling that somehow he had passed a test.

Three Years later…

"Nii-san! Hurry, I think the show's starting." Naruto whispered as they snuck around the walls of the orphanage. Today was Naruto's birthday.

It was Naruto who had suggested that they sneak outside to look at the annual festival, one which the children at the orphanage were never allowed to join. The festival was one that celebrate the defeat of the Kyuubi, a nine tailed fox demon of immerse powers.

The Yondaime hokage was the one that had used his life to defeat it. Takeshi still remembered how the matron had told them the story while showing them hand drawn pictures of the Yondaime hokage who had looked very familiar. In fact, whenever he looked at the pictures of the former hokage, his memory flashed back to the blond haired man who had died after leaving Naruto in his crib, he's sure it's him.

Of course, according to the matron, the Yondaime hokage had died out in the battlefield. But Takeshi could never shake off the feeling that the Yondaime hokage looked familiar. And there was the fact that the Sandaime hokage regularly visited Naruto to check on him. Of course he now knew that the hokages were the highest ranking ninjas in the village of Konoha and he couldn't help but wonder what Naruto's relationship was with the third hokage.

"Naruto, maybe we shouldn't." Takeshi said trying to be the smart one. He was 8 and Naruto was 7 years old, any kind of trouble could come upon them in the middle of the night in strange streets.

"Come on Nii-san, we've never been to a festival before. The Matron brought the other kids to them last year but not us." Naruto pleaded.

Takeshi paused. It was true, though the fact was that the matron had refused to bring Naruto to the festival and Takeshi had elected to stay behind with his otouto (younger brother). It was also part of the reason why Takeshi was worried about venturing to the festival with no adults around to protect them. Somehow there was something about Naruto that most of the adults seemed to hate, though Takeshi could never understand why, and the Matron though no longer hating Naruto had seemed worried about bringing him along.

Naruto was a hyper but polite and not born with vindicative tendencies unlike some of the children in the orphanage seemed to be. That's why Takeshi had stuck with Naruto throughout these years. In fact they had exchanged a blood ceremony on the Yondaime's head on the Hokage Monument during Takeshi's 6th birthday. To Naruto, they were now blood brothers.

"Alright, but let's be careful ok…. Naruto! Wait for me!" Takeshi shouted as he hurried after his brother.

The festival was unlike any others that they had ever seen. There were lots of people and stalls selling food and stuff. There were also a lot of traveling ninja doing all kinds of entertainment. Naruto and Takeshi pushed through the crowds looking at everyone and everything in awe.

"This is great! We should come out again next year!" Naruto said as they found a spot on a fence and sat on it. Takeshi narrowed his eyes as he saw the odd looks some of the villagers were sending them. But since they didn't bother the two of them, he put them out of his mind.

They stood on the fence watching some wandering ninja perform at the village square. Takeshi was amazed at all the stuff that they could do. The people of this world sure was amazing. Naruto and Takeshi stood on the fence watching the performance for hours. It was after they decided to slip back to the orphanage that Takeshi realized something was wrong.

They were walking through a secluded part of the village when sounds of running feet and shouts sounded behind them. He easily heard them and he grabbed Naruto's arm and started running.

"Takeshi, why are we running?" Naruto gasped as Takeshi pulled Naruto along with him.

"Something is wrong, I can feel it." Takeshi said without pause.

Naruto gulped and put more speed in his legs. He trusted Takeshi's instincts, after all the years of being with him, he can trust him, right?

"There he is! That's the fox bastard!" Someone cried as a mob of angry and drunk villagers came into view behind them.

"Demon!" Someone shrieked. Takeshi grabbed Naruto and ducked to the side as a glass of sake smashed into the road beside them.

"He's with another brat! They're together! Demon Brothers! Get them!" The man leading the mob cried.

Naruto and Takeshi gasped as they tried to run away. Takeshi might have been able to escape, but Naruto being a seven year old lacked the strength and stamina to outdistance the mob for long. Naruto gave a cry as something smashed into his back with force and he fell to the ground.

"The fox brat is down! Get him!" Someone cried as the mob charged forward.

Takeshi grimly placed himself in front of Naruto. He didn't know what was going on, but he had to buy time for Naruto to escape.

"Naruto, get up quickly! We have to run…." He didn't have time to continue as the mob smashed into him with ply wood and wine bottles.

Takeshi fought them off as hard as he could. He had the punching power of a fifteen year old though that was not doing much good against a mob of angry villagers. His only saving grace was his natural super speed that appeared on his 6th birthday but even then, he was knocked backwards by the mobs melee weapons.

Naruto cried out in pain behind him. A large portion of the mob had swarmed over to Naruto kicking and punching him. Takeshi felt sick in his stomach, how could the villagers do this! They were just children!

"Get off of Naruto!" Takeshi shouted in rage as everything went red. He had never felt so helpless and angry before, his eyes became completely red for a second. "Get off him!"

Takeshi pushed at the villagers with all his might, sending a few to the ground at his sudden increase in strength. One of them raised a glass bottle menacingly to smash down at him. Takeshi desperately stretched out his hand in a vain attempt to block it, but he failed, he was down and out.

"You're with the fox demon, your life ends here." The man said with a maniac look in his eyes. Takeshi could smell the alcohol in his breath. He gasped as the man formed a handseal and slammed his hand into Takeshi's chest. All the strength immediately left his body as he lay on the ground paralyzed.

Takeshi could only watch numbly as the man pinned him down with one hand, a knife in another. To his left, he heard Naruto screaming in agony. With what little strength left, Takeshi turned his head. Through an opening in the mob, Takeshi saw Naruto's pale bleeding face as a knife slashed down at him.

It was happening again. He was going to die and this time Naruto's going to die with him. But he refused to go down without a fight. He refused to die like a … helpless little kid… Something burst inside him, an emotion dark and shimmering with anger, a rage that seared through him.

Then there was the voice, the voice he never wanted to hear again.

"Do you wish for power?" It asked.

It was a voice friendly yet at the same time horrifying. And this voice sounded in his mind.

Takeshi had no strength to speak. But there were other ways of conveying his emotions.

"I wish to live. Give me the power to protect my family!" Takeshi screamed desperately in his mind with all the will he could muster.

Time seemed to slow down as Takeshi watched the ninja on top of him slashing down with his knife. He knew that he was going to die yet he still hoped. Hope that somehow, someone would answer his prayers and save them.

"Then I grant you your wish." The voice said.

Takeshi felt the knife piercing his chest and then….

BOOM!

Something large and blue appeared where Takeshi's supposed to be and it easily swept off the soon to be dead chunin ninja. It then proceeds to lay waste to the rest of the mob as lightning suddenly starts to form around the beast.(Imagine the Zinogre from Monster Hunter 3 as the beast, I also don't own that, but it's on the cover of the story.) When the ANBU arrived at the scene, they found several dead villagers burnt to a crisp and ninja scattered on the streets but Nevertheless, electrocuted, and two young boys bleeding to death.

A/N: Takeshi's original name was supposed to be Krump S. Peterson, but the Name sounded American.