Corrupted Realities
Chapter Two: Isao Uzumaki
AN: Okay, first I would like to thank SSJ3 Kyuubi Gohan for reviewing, and say to him and any others, that I guess 10 follows was a bit much to ask for, I should have just judged my story off of the hits that I got, as not everyone is just going to add a brand new 1k word story to their follows. But I did get 10 anyway and that is great to me. And to the anonymous reviewer "Fan" thank you for pointing a few things out, I have already gone back and edited a little bit to fix those mistakes. And I will kind of hint to you if you read this; you were nearly dead on for your last part of the review. Hopefully "Fan" reads this, as I would like for him or her to know their input was greatly appreciated. Anyways, here is chapter Two: Isao Uzumaki.
"Now Isao-san, please hold on and let me-" The Konoha Anbu was interrupted as he spoke. He was standing inside of a very large room, the main content of the room being shelves and shelves of simple, and not so simple Shinobi supplies.
Behind a main counter in front of the main entrance, was a roughly 6' 2" man, shaggy red hair falling just inches past shoulders, while the front of his hair was all jelled back, sleek looking. The man was very ruggedly good looking, strong jaw set, and emerald green eyes. He was wearing a dark red tee shirt, with the Uzumaki symbol proudly displayed across the chest, and on both arms of the shirt. He wore mid-calf length black cargo shorts, complete with the typical ninja sandals on his feet.
The man waved his arm and cut off the Anbu as he spoke, leaning forward over the hardwood counters, holding his head between his hands. "The "esteemed" Hokage of Konoha should know that there is no reason what so ever for me to go see him, even if he has found out I am here now, there is no way I am going to Konoha."
The Anbu nodded, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a scroll, holding it out for Isao.
Isao stood straight, eyeing the scroll for a few seconds, as if debating if whatever was written on it would even be worth reading. Finally deciding, he reached out for the scroll, grabbed it from the Anbu and it immediately crumbled to dust.
"I do not want to see you here again Anbu-san, go back to your Hokage and tell him to fuck himself."
Behind his mask, Itachi Uchiha nearly gasped aloud, if he had spoken like that before the Hokage, he would be severely reprimanded for it, and it was just unbelievable someone that the Hokage would want to come have train the jinchuruki boy would be so volatile.
"Now Isao-san, I am nearly one hundred percent sure that you are going to come to Konoha with me."
Isao snorted, "What are you going to make me go?"
Now smiling behind his mask, Itachi spoke, "I can't make you go, but Uzumaki Naruto would love to meet you."
"What did you just say?" Isao was definitely now paying full attention.
"Naruto Uzumaki, he is our village's current jinchuruki, and son to Kushina Uzumaki. He is currently five years of age, and a living punching bag for the village. You have definitely heard of the Kyuubi attacking the village, only half a decade ago. He is an orphaned jinchuruki living in one of Konoha's orphanages, and the Hokage would like for you to train him, as a personal student."
In the next corresponding two seconds, three emotions flashed across Isao's face, first his face lit up with joy when he heard Uzumaki Naruto and Uzumaki Kushina, rage when he heard that Konoha again made an Uzumaki the jinchuruki, and then determination.
"Alright, fuck it. You got me. Give me two minutes, and then we are running at your full speed to Konoha." Isao walked into the back of the store, where Itachi heard three crashes, one exploding tag, and four calls of "Son of a BITCH" before finally Isao was back standing before Itachi.
"Now let's fucking run, you just run as fast as you can and I will try not to get too far ahead of you."
After a nod, Itachi started off at a full sprint out of the store, out of Tanzaku Gai in less than ten seconds, and flying through the forest before Isao even stepped out from his store.
Isao laughed, looked the door, and promptly disappeared in a red blur, and a small crack sound.
Itachi was now two miles from the village, leaping through the trees like only Konoha Shinobi can, when after hearing a small cracking sound, like a pop, and seeing a red blur off to his right, suddenly Isao was running backwards, skipping through the trees, still keeping up with Itachi.
"Now kid, this has been nagging at me since you walked into my store. How old are you?"
"Isao-san that is classified information I cannot share with a non-Konoha personal."
"Sheesh kid, I was just asking because even if you seem to be acting like an Anbu, your voice sounds like your balls haven't even dropped yet."
Now that definitely surprised Itachi, even after hearing the vulgarity the man had spoken of his Hokage, his words totally caught Itachi off guard, and he stuttered slightly, tripping himself over a tree branch he had previously been trying to jump to.
Itachi tripped, smacked his face on a branch, and barely caught himself from falling any further. He raced to the tops of the trees again, to see Isao rolling on a tree branch, laughing deeply and heavily at Itachi's own little hiccup.
After Isao continued laughing for another full two minutes, he finally stopped stood, saw Itachi standing the without his Anbu mask, which had smashed into several pieces upon meeting a wonderful branch in the woods.
"Alright, alright, let's go. I just had to do it, the look on your face right now!" Isao was laughing so hard, he had to place his hands on his knees to keep himself standing upright.
Finally stifling most of his laughter, Isao nodded, yet still laughing, as they continued on.
After nearly twenty minutes of constant running, Itachi barely muttering, "I am fourteen," nearly made Isao trip on a tree branch and smack his face too. Nearly.
*****Time-Skip*****
Slowing down to a walk, Isao and Itachi casually walked up to the gates of Konoha, noticing that three of the chuunin guards on duty noted Isao's appearance, clearly walking next to Itachi Uchiha, the next Minato Namikaze. They walked through the gates no problem, walking through the village until they arrived at the Hokage's Tower.
Glancing over at Isao before they entered, Itachi saw concealed emotions flash across his face. Resentment, hatred, betrayal, and finally… Hope. At least, it seemed like hope to Itachi. He was one of the Uchiha's best at reading facial features, but Isao new how to keep things hidden, if not well enough evidently.
Isao took a deep breath, setting his face into an unreadable mask as they stepped through the doors, into the tower. Walking up several flights of stairs, past several accountants, various ninja and secretaries, it was several minutes before the two finally came to a stop outside the Hokage's office, Itachi stepping forward and knocking three times on the doors.
"Come in."
Pushing the doors open, Itachi and Isao stepped into the office. Itachi curtly nodded to Sarutobi, then promptly shunshined away, leaving Isao and Sarutobi alone in the office, as the Anbu guards outside of the office pulled the large oak wood doors closed.
Silence reined between the two men, both staring into the other's eyes. Sarutobi shifted his gaze away first, breaking eye contact, slight guilt showing itself on his face. "Now I know that it has been a long time, but I would like to say that I am glad to see you Isao, for more than half a dozen reasons alone."
Isao snorted, his demeanor becoming dark as his eyes narrowed, "Cut the crap. Where is Naruto Uzumaki?"
Slightly taken aback, Sarutobi rebuffed, "Yes well it was my intention to have Naruto here in this office with me when you arrived, and yet for the last five hours none of my Shinobi have been able to locate Naruto anywhere in the city, which is strange because his caretakers at the orphanage say he ran away from their care several months ago, which means he may, ummm."
Here Sarutobi stopped, gulping past a lump in his throat, as he croaked out, "He may have been living homeless in the streets for the last several months."
"What!" Indignation, rage and fury began to run across Isao's face. His killing intent began to fill the room, because even a relative he had never met was family, his only family at that, and to hear he was living like a slum in Konoha, ticked Isao off the edge.
Teeth clenched, Isao began to drawl out, "First of all, what. The hell. Was one of the last Uzumaki doing living in some orphanage? The Kyuubi jinchuruki to boot. Ran away my ass, more like they kicked him out. And second, how the fuck could you even LET THIS HAPPEN!"
Isao was openly yelling at the Hokage's face, his fiery red hair beginning to spike up as his chakra flared. Feeling the chakra flaring, the two Anbu guards standing outside threw open the doors, kunai out ready to remove Isao from the room.
Surprisingly to them, Sarutobi shook his head, and gestured for them to again leave the room. "Now Isao, since my men can't or won't find Naruto, you go find him, I know you can sense your fellow Uzumaki's blood, it was something Kushina told me a while ago, that she could feel Mito's presence in the village."
Isao snorted, still enraged, as he closed his eyes, seeming to focus for a second, before snapping them open, and immediately dashing straight through one of the Hokage's office windows, leaving Sarutobi scowling in his office.
Reaching into a drawer, Sarutobi pulled out his pipe "I guess I have a little bit of time before they come back, might as well relieve some of this tension." Sarutobi lit the pipe, taking a deep inhale. "Ahhhhh."
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Darting his eyes side to side, a young six year old boy opened the lid of the trash can, pulling out a bag from the can. Disgusting odors wafted heavily out of the bag he pulled out, the boy ignored them as he tore open the bag, digging through rotting meat, dozens of flies, and piles of moldy noodles before he found a closed cardboard box inside.
He knew what was inside these, his favorite thing in the world, ramen. The little ramen place he was currently behind, stealing their trash made the best ramen in town, and he also knew that the ramen left inside of the little boxes was safe from the bugs and mold.
Smiling triumphantly, the boy held the box out in front himself.
"Oh Fucking Hell No."
The boy dropped into a crouch, his legs gathered underneath himself as he prepared to begin running. But he was nowhere near fast enough, as the man that had startled the boy, grabbed him, knocking the box out of his grasp, before turning him toward the man.
Holding onto the boy, was a roughly 6' 2" man, shaggy red hair falling just inches past shoulders, while the front of his hair was all jelled back, sleek looking. The man was very ruggedly good looking, strong jaw set, and emerald green eyes. He was wearing a dark red tee shirt, with the Uzumaki symbol proudly displayed across the chest, and on both arms of the shirt. He wore mid-calf length black cargo shorts, complete with the typical ninja sandals on his feet.
Suddenly, the boy was turned sideways, held tucked underneath the man's arm as he raced through the village. Within twenty seconds, he suddenly found himself sitting in a chair in the Hokage's office, facing the Hokage, with the man who had suddenly grabbed him, standing to the right of the Hokage.
Both of them had sad expressions on their faces, but with rage and indignation still all over Isao's face. Which the boy could not even tell, he just saw the two men staring at him.
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Isao was racing through the rooftops of Konoha, dropping down behind a ramen stand; Isao saw who he was looking for. A remarkably short, roughly six year old boy was digging into a trash can, holding a small box of ramen before him like it was gold. The boy had fiery red hair, the exact same as his, but the boys' hair was matted down with mud, dirt and grime smeared all over the boy's face. The boy was in jeans with over ten holes in them, barely being countable as rags, a torn up orange tee shirt, and wore nothing on his feet. Isao nearly screamed.
Instead he settled for "Oh Fucking Hell No!"
AN: SO? What do you think? As a note, the story is rated T because I do like to input curse wards into my writing, if that bothers you, go read something else. Thank you to the reviewers, followers, favoriters, and even just you poor saps who were unlucky enough to read this. As a question, I would like to know if you guys think I need a beta reader for this. I have my brother read through the chapters before I will post them, but there are things the both of us will miss, so it may be necessary to have a beta reader, which would undoubtedly slow down my posting from hopefully every other day, to maybe twice a week, which would be a total pain.
A small sort of cliff hanger here, before I continue on. And before anyone says anything about Sarutobi not reprimanding Isao for yelling at his face, please take into account that so far you know that Isao is going to be important for training Naruto, is the only other Uzumaki survivor, and is clearly a strong ninja, who is technically not a Konoha Shinobi.
And my third note, is that the romance I have chosen for the story wouldn't be until well after the academy years, which is however many words it will take me to write the story to that point. And please checkout my pole on my profile, if you would. Thanks.
N B Higham