Realizing it... I'm really leaning on the NaruHina side, that's a yay for you NHL. Then again, why am I writing this while not updating others? I don't know... I actually have the urge and idea to write this. And then, if you really liked this story, I'll give you the chance to either hit that fav/follow button, or typing a review by hitting that review button after you finished reading. Well, enjoy.
Disclaimers: Naruto/Shippuden/Gaiden and any other that are associated with it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, Shonen Jump, and any other that had a hand in the making. I only own this story, ideas, some OC and my device.
Jinchuuriki, Brother, Village
Chapter II: What I Do For His Wish
"They're no good. No good." The person shaked his head, as he watched at the villagers of Konohagakure from the top of the Hokage Building.
"And they're going to be the foundation. The foundation of his empire." He snarled and clenched his fist, his other hand placed on the handrail. "No good."
He looked upwards at the sky, as he raised both of his hands, trying to reach at the sky. "Mother, Father, if you existed, give me the power to support Naruto." A hand lowed down, placed against where his heart should be. "I'll never give these maggots privilege, I'll show them that they should know their place."
He closed his eyes, he imagined how his parents would look like, their personalities. He imagined them to be like him and Naruto, one of them should have yellow spiky hair and blue eyes, one of them having the personality of the twins. 'Genetically, the mother should win for a boy. It should be.' Menma thought, and imagined the mother to have their personalities, and skin colors. He then imagined the father to have their facial features, hair, and eyes.
The picture isn't clear, but, he could feel that what he pieced together is close, to the point of the feelings of overflowing love filling the image. A smile showed on his face, a loud laughter and giggles colored the sound, Menma was very happy right now.
"I will change the ninja world!" He shouted, a fist raised in sheer happiness.
"Shut up! What the heck you're doing here demon!?" A loud shout disturbed Menma, and his face started to darken, he was filled with hatred for now. He knew, fights means bad charges and that means no access to the scrolls of jutsu. He turned around to see the disturbing kid that disturbed him.
"You!" He said, a finger pointed at the stranger and a fist clenched to its limit. It was the black haired boy that always pestered Menma alongside his twin, Mune.
"I'm asking you here pal, what are you doing here?" Mune asked, the tone pressed so much, that they were starting a glaring battle.
"What're you looking at!?" Menma shouted, as he glared at the long-haired boy. "A boy too rare for you, bishoujo?" He playfully said, his hands started to join together, him walking towards the other, cracking knuckles all the while.
"Nothing, what about you, you bishie!?" Mune shouted, walking towards Menma with a hand ready, a fist cracked as knuckles. "Your brother dead!?"
"You!" Menma shouted. He threw a punch at the other boy, hitting the boy's jaw with a blood covered knuckle. "How dare you!?" He threw another punch at the other's cheek, bruises started to show on the other.
"What about you!?" Mune shouted, catching the two bloody hands of Menma. "You're the one who killed all the villagers right!?" He shouted, "Eight years ago right!? Everyone knew you did!" He sniffed, tears started to roll down his cheeks.
"What...? I don't know about that! Don't confuse me with someone responsible for what I didn't do!" The blond haired boy pushed the black haired boy away and pulled back, running away in confusion and hatred, a drip of blood on his hands trailed down.
'That person knew nothing! All of them are bad people!' His footsteps echoed as his thoughts started to became deeper, Menma ran to the library, in search of the clues for the mastery incident.
He ran so fast that, he didn't realize a person was right in front of the entrance, a she, who had blue hair and taller than Menma, walked slowly from it with a handful number of scrolls in her grip. Then, they bumped thanks to the rushy Menma.
Bump!
"Ow... Please watch where were you going." The girl said, eyes closed while she rubbed her left palm and started to kneel, "It's a mess." She said, while she collected the sprayed out mess of scrolls.
"Sorry," Menma said, and he kneeled too. He started to gather the scrolls, rolled up or not, the opened ones he rolled first. "Are you okay?" He gave the scrolls to her as he asked.
She received the scrolls and collected them together. "I'm fine," She answered, "Thank you..." The girl trailed off and lifted her head, and started to stare at Menma, trying to figure Menma's name.
"Un...?" Menma perked, "Menma." He pointed a finger to himself, then pointed at her, an eyebrow raised. "What about you?" He asked for her name, and in response to that the girl replied.
"My name is Murasame, Thank you Menma-kun." She bowed, "Nice to meet you," She said, "I have to leave then, we'll be seeing each other soon possibly." And then added, as she stepped away and walked to the way to the Academy classroom, with Menma left behind.
"Goodbye Onee-san." Menma said, to nobody in particular as the person already left him to the entrance of the Academy's Library. "Now, my purpose," He muttered, as he took a walk and sneaked to the common books and files accessible to the library, he thought, common knowledge should be the case for what the boy earlier said.
'What happened eight years ago?' Is the thought Menma had to the back of his mind, as he skimmed from the cover of books to books, and finally, with a relieved sigh, he had found the history section.
'History of Ninjutsu, Record Log: The Third Great Shinobi War, Reminiscent of Arts, Hokage -From One to Four-...' With suspicions raised, from the title of the latest one he saw, the blond took the book that was almost thick to his standarts. With a low grunt and the book was pulled, then, he carried it to the table that was not crowded.
Placing it is a chore of itself as Menma felt that. A noise echoed through the room with a sush coming from the librarian, telling whoever made the sound had to shut up. "Heavy..." The boy muttered, and took a seat, eager to read the contents of the so called thick book.
Flip...
One flip, or two, he didn't count, what mattered was what was served to his eyes. The Sandaime, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was shown in a page next to s page that had his achievements, and also- list of important events that happened when he ruled as a Hokage.
That's what perked Menma up, as he started to scan the list of events, with a hopeful mind of finding the origin of the insult launched at him. Sadly, none involved the mysterious incident eight years ago. He thought, he might as well flip the page to the next one, that is, the Yondaime Hokage.
Flip...
A flip, and Menma was shocked at the picture etched on the page that appeared first. A man, with hair that might as well be as long as Menma's and the blonde color, and the blue eyes, and the strikingly familiar vibe he got from the person shown. Menma was no fool for a boy his age, he knew that the person in that picture must be related to him- and also, Naruto in a way, what was needed was another piece to the puzzle.
'This person... His name...' He trailed off, and then saw the name of the Yondaime Hokage. 'Namikaze... Minato...?' He lifted his eyebrows, due to the fact that he never ever heard of this person. This... Fourth Hokage. Then, on cue, he started to scan the list of events that happened during the Hokage's time of rule, and... How shocked he was when he saw the sentence that had his curiosity peaked.
"Sealed _ in _ A year ago with _."
A lot was blacked or missing off the page, but, that just increased his curiosity. 'Is this the one responsible for eight years ago?' Menma thought, and flipped the book hastily to search for the date of its creation and printing.
'Year XX... That was...' His mind stopped to a halt,as he processed the information that came in a rush to his mind.
-JBV-
"I wonder when will Nii-chan come dattebayo..." Naruto sulked, as he gripped the swing's chain and swung it on his own, loneliness from his eyes. "He takes too much time..." He muttered, and let out a sigh, as the swing racketed with a small, but eerie sound.
Grit... Grit...
"The sounds is scary... Dattebayo..." He muttered, with a simple grammar mistake on his part, as he started to feel his hair sharpen and cold sweat to drip from himself. "B-but... I'm not scared... Nii-chan will come..." He nodded, as if, to reassure himself of his brother's to come.
Grit... Grit...
It echoed again, and Naruto was sure that he almost wetted his pants. And, in hopes of not hearing the eerie sounds anymore, he stopped the swing, and got off it in a comical manner. Someone would stifle a laugh, but Naruto is sure that no one would want to laugh right now, especially with the scary setting.
Tap, Tap, Tap...
Naruto flipped his back, with a pale bluish face thanks to the sounds of footsteps that neared him. And, in hopes of it being his brother, he smiled widely and said in a loud voice, "Nii-chan! Is that you?" And, no surprise thought, there is no response for him.
With streams of sweat dripping from him, he fidgeted around, left and right, not daring to take a step out of the comfort zone. Yet, in the next moment, all he could see was black with a mixture of harsh pain directed to him.
A loud and a hard bang from a blunt weapon had felled the boy with whiskers, as blood covered the spot where he was hit.
His Head. Mainly the back skull.