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?
The day had started so well, Kakashi lamented as he stared out through the fog, doing his best to find his opponent but knowing it was neigh impossible. He wasn't a sensory type. Only Naruto in their little group would be able to navigate through the fog Momochi Zabuza had summoned to dull all their senses. The master of the Silent Killing technique was quieter than death when he crept up on them, the fog impaled Kakashi's sight, even with the Sharingan in his left eye socket, and it even dampened his already rather limited sensory ability. As he had said, only their blond teammate can move about in this fog, as had been proven earlier on when he had found them and managed to punch that boy, Haku, out of his ice dome which he used to fight Sasuke. But that had been a while ago and things were far too quiet from the direction of the dome and it unnerved Kakashi, even more so than his inability to see said dome. Naruto was a naturally loud person, a trait Kakashi knew he picked up from his mother. To be unable to hear him ...
Kakashi didn't like it.
And he was very pissed with Zabuza and his little partner for attacking on this day of all possible days. They could have attacked at any time and yet they had chosen the tenth of October to come and try killing Tazuna-san. The second that mist, even thicker than when they first fought, descended on the bridge when he, Sasuke, Sakura and Tazuna arrived, Kakashi had known that this day had gone to shits and he was angry on Naruto's behalf. This was supposed to be the one birthday Naruto could enjoy. They were supposed to have fun doing nothing but giving company to Tazuna and his fellow bridge builders, listening to those stories the men would tell to make their tasks less tedious and then go back to the hut for hot, home made ramen. They weren't supposed to fight to the death today! But, Kakashi knew, a ninja's life can never be planned out like so. He still felt indignant for Naruto's sake all the same.
And Sasuke was even more so, which showed in his merciless glare at the two Kirigakure shinobi that revealed themselves to the Leaf ninja. As his swift, angry and precise attacks showed as he met Haku head on, despite the boy's impressive speed. Sasuke wasn't a prodigy for no reason. His Uchiha blood made him very fired up in his anger, but they hadn't expected for Haku to be his polar opposite, the ice to his fire. The boy had a unique Kekkei Genkai, one of the rare few that survived in the Mist after they had their little purging of the bloodlines. Kakashi wondered what it would have looked like, that kind of purge in Konoha. It would have lead to war, no doubt, probably lead by the Uchiha with their fearsome Sharingan and every other clan with such special abilities wouldn't have hesitated to retaliate. And they were a peaceful country. The Copy Ninja still couldn't understand how such blood thirsty shinobi with such powerful abilities had not won a war like the one that had briefly been fought. Even if they had been greatly outnumbered, they should have won. But rare few still had any powerful blood in their veins.
Haku was one of them. The boy was a genius on par with Sasuke, skilled, swift and talented. His ice couldn't be melted and he used his speed to his advantage. They were only lucky that he had been trying to get Sasuke to give up and give in, to stop fighting rather than to kill him, but the Uchiha were always known for their pride. Even though he knew he was outmatched and even outclassed, since the boy was chuunin level at the very least and very obviously so, Sasuke refused to give up. Surrounded by a single enemy that could attack from any angle, separated from his teammates and slowly tiring out due to sheer inexperience despite the chakra control training, Sasuke still stood there, injured and impaled by dozens of needles, stubborn enough to continue fighting. Kakashi had been too far away and far too occupied with keeping Sakura and Tazuna safe from Zabuza to run off to save his student, despite every fiber of his being all but shouting out at him that he was not allowed to fail a third Uchiha, a third teammate, when Haku had decided to fight the raven haired boy properly ... Only to get punched out of one of his ice mirrors by a deceptively quiet Naruto.
The steely look in those blue eyes had been more chilling than Haku's ice, when Sasuke had first seen them. He had had blood on his left hand and a few droplets of it on his left cheek, indicating he had run into trouble before reaching the rest of Team 7. He hadn't had time to ask the blond what had happened, so Naruto hadn't had the chance to tell him how Gato had lost faith in Zabuza completing the mission and had instead sent two mercenary ronin to grab Tsunami and possibly Inari, although they had threatened to kill the boy.
It had not been a pleasant thing to wake up to. He had for once been so deep asleep - he had spent the morning training with the Mokuton in the woods and had tried, once again, to perform the Flying Thunder God before sparring, Madara style, with fifty of his Kage Bunshin - that he had not sensed them approach. Not as potential threats, anyway, since they had no refined chakra to speak of. Naruto had registered them as civilians, not shinobi, and by ninja standards they were. However, they had been armed with katana and ill intent, knocking out Tsunami and almost killing Inari when the boy tried to save her. He had had tears streaming down his face but he had apparently finally got sick of crying, too, and had tried to be like Naruto, boldly running at the two men. One had been dragging his mother away by her hair and couldn't have cared less for the pipsqueak, but the other had wanted to spill some blood and that killing intent, maybe not a shinobi's but still very real, had had Naruto running out of the house, eyes red and hands held together in a prayer like position as wooden spike suddenly grew out of the ground and pierced the man before he could do the same for Inari. The other man had then turned around, startled and raised his sword to cut into the still running Inari but Naruto had been faster, appearing before the man before he could blink and cutting his throat with a kunai. He had just barely managed to catch Taunami before she could smash her head against the hard ground.
When he had turned around, Inari still had tears on his cheeks but he was staring, stunned and fascinated, at the wood still impaling the sadistic would be killer of the boy. His huge eyes had then turned on Naruto and the blond had flinched when he realized what he must look like now to the kid, sharp fangs, darkened and lengthened whisker scars, fox like eyes with the three tomoe, clawed hands and no doubt a lot wilder, almost electrified like hair due to the chakra he had been using and the blood on his face and clothing. He wanted to hit his head against something, hard, until he beat all that stupid out of himself for letting not one, but all of his secret powers out in the open like that. Sure, he had reacted on instinct to a threat, drawing on Kurama's chakra to speed up his muscles yet knowing he'd need a few seconds more to reach Inari, the few seconds he couldn't afford but his Mokuton could reach in time. He'd been ready for the second attack. He might have saved Inari and his mother, but he was sure to fear him now.
"That was so cool!" Instead, Inari had gushed in awe when he recovered from the shock of the situation, startling Naruto with his reaction. Sure, not many people have actually seen Naruto like this, since he never allowed these powers of his to show so freely. Really, he could count easily all the people who actually have seen him like this on his two hands. Sure, a lot of those fingers went to the men that had chased him into the forest when he awoke these powers back when he was four, but the rest were the few shinobi he knew his trap-activating hobby won't stop before they could reach Konoha so he had faced them head on. The guys he killed today were most definitely not his first kill. "How did you learn to do that? What's with the claws? Do your cheeks hurt? Did someone hit you in the head for your eyes to bleed like that? Are you faster than Kakashi-san?"
"Um, I can't tell you how I learned to do any of this. In fact, you shouldn't have seen any of this." The blond gad replied, gesturing at his person with a worried frown on his face. "And no, I'm not injured and I don't know if I'm faster than Kakashi-sensei. Please don't tell anyone?"
Inari hadn't understood why Naruto would want to keep how strong he actually was a secret but he had agreed to keep Naruto's secrets, something Naruto was very grateful to him for. He had spent another five minutes checking Tsunami over before lifting her up and bringing her into the house, where he finally restrained his powers once more, his appearance going back to normal. He had given Inari instructions to stay with his mother and put some ice to her head before moving to head out, but the boy had stopped him with a simple question.
"Why are you doing this?" The boy had asked, confusion clear in his voice. "Why do you risk your life for what are essentially strangers?"
"When I was little," Naruto had answered after a long pause, remembering the days when he kept running away down the streets with tears streaming from his eyes, unable to do anything else but run and cry like a coward, like a weakling. He had hated those days more than anything else in his life, even the loneliness, because he had believed he was lonely because he was so weak. It had made sense in his young head back then. How naive he had been. "No one would help me. I was weak and I couldn't help myself but the strong people who could didn't care. I almost died on more than one occasion." He remembered that he had clenched his fists so strongly that a little blood had leaked out but Kurama had healed those shallow wounds by the time he had arrived at the bridge. "Then I got these powers and I became strong. I could finally help myself. But I could also help others who couldn't help themselves, who were like me before I became strong. So I swore, on these powers of mine and on my life, that I will help all those who need it. That I will help all those who can't help themselves. Because that's what ninjas are supposed to do."
"But that's not what ninjas are supposed to do!" Inari had cried out, a few tears streaming down his face again. Naruto had turned around to look him dead in the eye just as he scrubbed at his eyes to hide his tears. "That's what heroes are supposed to do and heroes always die!"
"Sometimes, maybe," Naruto had admitted, remembering all the times he had selfishly wished the Yondaime wasn't a hero, that his mother wasn't a hero, because they would then be more than just names and pictures in history or on monuments and headstones. But he had quickly realized that they wouldn't be them had they not done what they had. His mother was forgotten altogether and his father's name was lost to hid title but their sacrifice was never truly forgotten. On this day, people pray for those who had fought to save them twelve years ago. Only few pray for his father as a person and not as the Yondaime Hokage. Only he prays for his mother and father like the parents they were supposed to be but only got a glimpse of such a life. But their sacrifice had not been in wain. Konoha still stands proud and tall and strong as ever. New lives were being born each day. Naruto was selfish, but not that selfish as to wish all of that to be destroyed just so he could have his parents there. His parents were heroes. "But they never really die. Their memory lives on." He had said to Inari. "It inspires others to live respective lives, to be good, to have high morals, to be humbled and not waste the lives they save. My parents were heroes and yes, they may be dead, but they never died. They live on in the memories of all the people they saved and in my own memory and heart, despite me never even talking to them once. Sure, people cry over a downed hero but if they continue always crying over them, then they are disrespecting all that they have done and sacrificed. All of it goes to waste. Do you really want your father's deeds to be wasted on your tears?"
"How can you be so strong?" The little boy had demanded just before Naruto had ran off, extending his senses for more threats that may be nearby and sensing something going on at the bridge. He would always recognize the ice cold chakra coming from there. That boy was there.
"You're strong, too. You risked your own safety for someone who you care about." He had remembered the words the older boy had said to him in the forest, on that day, not all that long ago. "When you have someone precious ... That is when you become really strong. Because you want to protect them and help them to the best of your abilities." With one last grin over his shoulder, Naruto had ran off. "A hero hides in the heart of anyone who wants to help someone who they consider important! I'll leave this place to you, Inari!" He had heard Inari reply but he hadn't registered the words, already immersing himself into his senses to make sure no more unpleasant surprises moved towards the hut. That did allow him to sense that Inari was happy and smiling again, so he counted that as a victory. And he may not have encountered any more threats while he sped through the village towards the bridge construction site, but the cold chakra coming from there had set him on edge.
He had scented a little blood in the air and Kurama had supplied that it was Kakashi's. He could sense him, Sakura and Tazuna first, facing off against Zabuza. Naruto would have stayed to help them when he had sensed a different killing intent that seemed almost forced to him, a little behind Zabuza's back. It was Haku. And the person he was fighting was Sasuke. Naruto had ran by the four ducking it out closer to the beginning of the bridge and had instead rushed to where the Uchiha was, feeling his blood run cold when he saw his teammate's state before it started boiling like Kurama's chakra tended to. Sasuke looked like a needle cushion. His arms, his legs, his stomach, his torso and even his neck all had needles sticking out of them somewhere. There were nicks and cuts from where the needles had just grazed him instead of impaling him. Naruto's nose picked up the smell of his blood. His senses picked up his exhaustion, slowly but steadily growing.
And they picked up Haku's killing intent just as the boy moved to kill him...
Naruto didn't think when he briefly activated his secret powers a second time that day, either. He used his Sharingan to track Haku's movements and he used Kurama's chakra to accelerate his speed so he can make it in time. Haku had just been leaving one of those ice mirrors he had made his whole dome out of, a deadly long needle in hand, when Naruto had appeared from his left and punched the older shinobi right out of the mirror and outside of the dome. Only Kurama's voice yelling in his head reminded him to call back the power within again and he landed a few feet away from Sasuke, panting at such an abrupt withdrawal of such powerful chakra. Both Haku and Sasuke had looked up and froze upon seeing him there with them.
Haku, because he didn't want to fight and possibly kill Naruto, the closest he has to a friend besides Zabuza, who actually treated him as a weapon most of the time.
Sasuke, because he didn't want Naruto in here, inside this dome in a situation like this, where they could both be so easily killed, where he just knew Naruto wouldn't use his powers.
But Naruto had no intention of leaving and they both realized it just by looking into Naruto's eyes. It was the same look he had when he had promised Tazuna on the injury in his hand that he will protect the old man with his life.
Naruto wasn't one to break promises.
This fight had only just begun.
