Hidden Genes
Summary: There is a type of jutsu only one shinobi could use,the Shodaime became famous for it being impossible for anyone who doesn't have his DNA, and even then it was rare. Sharingan is an Uchiha doujutsu,so no one can have it unless an eye is given, so why does the Kyuubi vessel have both?Why does he move like the Yondaime?
Naruto cursed under his breath as he found himself running away, once again, down the streets of Konoha, only this time, there was an entire mob following him. There had been an attack on the village and he had been blamed for ''cursing them with bad luck and misfortune'', so the villagers thought it would be a good time to finish what those drunks hadn't managed to do three years ago.
He wasn't running down the same streets this time, though. They were chasing him away from the forest and he cursed the fool moon for being so bright as to give away any hiding place he might find here, in the old part of the village, where only the oldest and most respected clan's had estates. He knew one giant estate will be empty so he had hoped to hide there, but they were gaining on him as he was still far too short for an eight year old boy.
Namikaze Uzumaki Naruto had not changed much physically over the years. He was still short, although he had grown a bit over the years, but due to often being malnourished because of the villagers' hate for him, he still couldn't grow as much as he should. He was still rather skinny and the few doctors that liked him and treated him suspected he will never be anything but like that because his body had grown used to it. They said he should be able to develop some muscle over the years but he will still be lithe. His blond hair was as bright and as wild as ever and he had never hated it as much as he did now, because it practically glowed in the moonlight. His skin was still tanned and still miraculously free from scars other than the three whisker-like scars on each of his cheeks. His eyes were still that startling blue that would stun anyone had they been on another person.
Mentally, however, he could not be more different. For one, he had met the reason why everyone hated him. The night he had somehow chased away those seven drunks, he had slept in the forest, on the old oak's thick branches because he feared his luck would run out if he left the forest. There, he had had the strangest dream he only days later realized wasn't a dream at all. A deep, rumbling (and many would call it terrifying) voice had been calling his name as he wandered through some sewers. He had followed the voice, as it was rare for anyone to call him by name, and he had found himself in front of a giant cage that seemed to barely fit the gigantic beautiful, nine-tailed fox that was locked inside it. Its red eyes had studied him for a few minutes but just as it opened its mouth to say something, Naruto had woken up to a bird trying to make a nest in his hair. He had forgotten all about the "dream" until a few nights later, he nearly got killed by a wild boar and he found it dead at his feet a minute later. He decided to eat some of its meat (as he had been starving again) and when he fell asleep in another tree, he had the same dream. Only this tome, he and his inhabitant got to talk.
Kurama, better known as the Kyuubi no Yoko or the Kyuubi no Kitsune, was sealed away inside of him by his father, the Yondaime Hokage, Namikaze Minato, with the help of his wife, the last of the Uzumaki clan, Kushina. They both died in the process and Naruto became an orphan and something called a Jinchuuriki, a host for the Biju, the strongest beings made of pure chakra. Naruto had cried because of how he lost his parents but he never blamed the fox for his part in their deaths. Not even when Kurama told him he was the one who stabbed through them with his claws in order to kill Naruto before he was sealed away. Because of such a kind nature that Naruto showed, Kurama told him many things, even the truth behind his attack on Konoha. Naruto swore to find the man who had controlled Kurama, some guy calling himself Tobi, and to let Kurama punish him as the fox sees fit.
Another thing that changed had a lot to do with Kurama's big reveal. The night Naruto had been seconds away from dying, he had unconsciously reached out for whatever power he had within him. By drawing the natural power that the Kyuubi possessed, Naruto had triggered the power in his own bloodline, unlocking a Kekkei Genkai no one has seen for almost a century. The wood release, or Mokuton, was something only the Shodaime Hokage, Senju Hashirama, could do because of his specific chakra that allowed him to surpass the powers of Biju and of Jinchuuriki. Kurama explained to him that the Uzumaki were in close relation to the Senju and that Naruto's own special chakra as an ideal Jinchuuriki had mixed with Kurama's so well that the chakra patterns changed and he now got a chakra ideal for Mokuton, even more so than Shodaime. Kurama didn't know any techniques, since he didn't do or need any, but he showed Naruto the hand seal that represented forests and told him to do it every time he wanted to use Mokuton. Naruto had been beyond excited that he could finally do something no one else could and he happily tried and tried ... and tried, but nothing happened, confusing both Biju and Jinchuuriki. That is, until Kurama remembered something.
Naruto's chakra reserves were so big that he had no control over them. Mokuto needed great precision in chakra control and since Naruto sucked so royally at it, he couldn't do anything. So Kurama had done his best to remember what had allowed Naruto to use Mokuto before and Naruto remembered a stinging feeling in his eyes right before it all happened. Kurama had asked the boy to try and repeat the sensation in his mind and they got the shock of their lives when his eyes turned red and he got three tomoes around his slit pupil. The Kyuubi then had to calm the little blond down and explain that those were perfectly normal eyes, if not ones he should have. The Sharingan was, after all, an Uchiha trait, suited for the clan born of Indra, not Asura. He then had to explain the whole story to his host, from Kaguya, to her sons, then to Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the first Jinchuuriki's sons and so on. It left Naruto predictably stunned and in a daze for days before accepting it like he accepted everything, not even really caring about the whys of having Sharingan. Kurama still was trying to figure it out but chopped it down to the influence more than one Uchiha had had on him with their eyes over the centuries. Particularly Madara with his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan that Naruto had inherited.
As long as Naruto could keep his Sharingan active, he could use Mokuton with such precision and ease that Hashirama would be surely jealous. And it turned out to really be the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan because Naruto's eyesight never worsened. That made Kyuubi relieved because they both really could do without Naruto going blind. The boy wouldn't survive long enough to learn not to rely on his sight and to rely on his other senses.
The villagers' continued hatred of him didn't really bother the boy anymore, as he had gotten rather used to it by now. It was still rough and tough but he was making progress now that he was in the Academy. For some strange reason, Naruto decided not to show anyone just how good his chakra control had gotten due to always practicing with the Sharingan, as he wanted to learn not to rely on it so much. He also didn't allow Kurama to help him all the time. Instead, he drew the power himself so he could become a better Jinchuuriki, but in exchange, Kurama's seal was history some years ago. The fox was still sealed inside of Naruto's body but it wasn't a prisoner there.
Naruto may have matured some, but he was still naive and childish and the demon fox had promised to do its best to keep him that way for as long as possible. It didn't want such purity and innocence to be tainted but even Kurama knew it will happen one day, no matter how much he tried to prevent it. People just kept being cruel to Naruto, trying to permanently beat the blond down so he will never get back up.
Like now.
Naruto was getting tired from all the running. They had been waiting for him outside his apartment, ready to kill him on the spot but Kurama had reacted faster than Naruto or the villagers (and some ninja of ANBU and jonin ranks) could and he had turned the blond around so they could start running. Naruto knew he couldn't use any power in front of them (not even the Flying Thunder God jutsu he had just started learning two days ago when he found one of his father's kunais in the forest) because it would only give them more reason to kill him and he didn't want to hurt them since he had the dream of becoming a Hokage like his father and the Sandaime, who were both kind and well loved. So he could only run, since he couldn't even hide due to how bright the moon was. It was almost as if it was mocking him.
The blond sighed in relief when he finally caught sight of the abandoned estate ... More like an entire block or more that used to belong to the Uchiha Clan. It has been empty for a few months now because of a massacre that had left only one survivor. Uchiha Sasuke had been given an apartment of his own, similarly to how Naruto had, only he had a lot more money and everybody seemed to pity him. Now, Naruto liked Sasuke (like, really really liked, something Kurama had once teased him about it being a crush, even) and he often watched him and he had seen, even before the massacre, that the boy was at the edge of society much like him, put there because everyone only saw his last name. Now he was there because they could only see the lone boy in the world without anyone to welcome him home. Naruto saw how much the raven haired boy hated pity and so the blond had been the complete opposite and Sasuke seemed to have been feeling a bit better since he and Naruto started fighting all the time ...
Naruto just hoped Sasuke will forgive him for hiding here.
Unlike what he had thought, the mob had no misgivings in trespassing onto the grounds right after him. Naruto quickened his pace, feeling even his stamina and endurance coming to an end. He was still too young and far too malnourished for his body to rely on chakra alone, no matter how dense and potent Kurama's chakta may be. He was half way from the main house when he tripped over his own feet in fatigue and he fell, hard, on the stone street, scratching his knees and elbows. He was panting harshly and had no strength left in him to go on. He ignored Kurama's frantic yells and just thought, over and over again, "I'm sorry," to him as he heard them coming upon him, sensed them raising their weapons (or makeshift weapons) and closed his eyes, hoping to be embraced by his parents in death and feeling bad for dragging the demon fox along with him-
When a cold voice stopped his would be killers dead in their tracks.
"How dare you trespass on this land?"
