Chapter 4 : What Lies within Darkness
In the dimly lit room, Sabaku Rasa jolted awake as he sensed an unfamiliar chakra presence. His body tensed, hand gripping a kunai tightly, ready to strike if need be. But to his surprise, there was no immediate attack. Instead, his eyes narrowed towards the corner of the room, where a masked figure stood, its gaze hidden behind a fearsome dragon mask.
Rasa's voice was laced with caution as he demanded, "What's the meaning of this intrusion?"
The masked figure scoffed, a hint of amusement in its voice. "I haven't come here to kill you, we need to talk Rasa."
Rasa's suspicions remained high as he replied, "Just because you haven't attacked doesn't mean you won't. You breached the security of my house late at night, and I cannot let my guard down. Show yourself, and we can discuss whatever it is you want after we apprehend you."
A faint smirk played on the stranger's lips as they retorted, "Such arrogance... I could have slit your throat if that was my intention. But you Kage, you all think you're gods, untouchable and all-powerful."
Rasa's eyes narrowed further, his voice sharp with authority. "Enough games. Who are you?"
The masked figure chuckled, the sound echoing eerily in the room. "Asking a masked man for his identity is quite redundant, don't you think? But let's veer away from small talk. Konoha demands your submission. Failure to comply will result in the destruction of your village."
Rasa's fists clenched, his voice dripping with anger. "How dare you! Suna will never submit to the likes of you!"
The masked figure seemed unfazed by Rasa's outburst. "It would be quite easy to accomplish, just like it was for me to breach Suna's defenses. I must say, you Sand shinobi truly live up to your reputation as the weakest among the Great Five."
A surge of rage coursed through Rasa's veins. "Do you wish to test that theory, you brat? No matter who you are, a mere child cannot take out a Kage."
The stranger shook their head with amusement. "Some other time, perhaps. I came here to deliver a warning, and it seems you've provided your answer. I'm done here."
Fueled by fury, Rasa charged towards the masked figure, kunai poised for an attack. However, before he could make contact, the world around him began to spin, pulling him into a whirlpool of disorientation.
Confusion etched on his face, Rasa managed to utter, "Genjutsu?"
The masked figure smirked, watching as Rasa struggled against the illusion. "No, this is more than a simple Genjutsu, Kazekage. In this realm, you have no power. Here... I am God."
Rasa's eyes widened, realizing the extent of his helplessness within this surreal realm. He looked up to see the masked figure seated on a cross, a sense of overwhelming dominance emanating from them.
"To be honest, I have no personal interest in this war," the stranger's voice resonated with an underlying purpose. "But I need stability for my brethren. The state of Konoha hasn't improved, and the hatred in that village has only deepened. In order to establish a sense of stability for those we are responsible for, we must eliminate those who consider themselves above humanity. By killing the Lords of the Lands and redistributing wealth among the nations."
Rasa's eyes widened further, disbelief mingling with anger. "You think I'd allow myself to be manipulated into going to war for your own selfish gain? You Leaf scum are born for nothing but evil."
The masked figure maintained their composure, unaffected by Rasa's words. "You must understand, Kazekage-sama, I am only doing what's in the best interest of my clan. If you help me, I can guarantee your survival in this new world order."
"And if I refuse?" Rasa's voice dripped with defiance.
A chilling smile spread across the stranger's lips. "Then it means you have no place in my world of peace, and you must be dealt with like many incompetent leaders of the past and present."
Rasa reached his boiling point, his frustration giving way to determination. With a smile of his own, he tapped into his dense chakra reserves, using it to break free from the illusion. But instead of panic or surprise from the masked figure, there was only an eerie calmness.
"You insolent fool," Rasa spat, golden dust swirling around him menacingly. "I'm going to end you now. You don't have the power to defeat me. You've already lost this battle."
A cruel laugh echoed through the room, causing a sense of dread to be felt in Rasa heart. He stood there stock still as the man manic laugh died down.
"Power? You only did this much because I allowed it. No Rasa you have no power.." His red eye glowed menacingly with power.
Suddenly Rasa fell onto the ground as a heavy pressure pressed down on him. With much effort he looked up.
"Sh-Sharingan...How.."
"You lost this battle the moment looked into my eye.. enjoy the last moments of freedom because this is the last time you experience it. " The stranger said with finality. His eyes glowed once more.
Rasa eyes dilated , becoming a empty shell and passed out.
The masked man continued to looked at him impassively then clicked his headphone.
"Inabi.. ready the men, we're raiding the Wind Capital"
He said ending the communication, disappearing in the shadows.
Baki took a deep breath, his mind racing with the weight of responsibility. As he walked through the corridors of the Kaze no Kuni, he couldn't shake off the lingering sense of unease. The intrusion by the masked man had left a mark on each member of the Council, and it was now their duty to ensure the safety of Suna.
Baki entered the Council Chamber, where the council members, still reeling from the shock, were gathered. They exchanged anxious glances, their faces reflecting a mix of determination and concern. Rasa, the Kazekage, stood at the head of the table, his usually stern expression etched with a deep furrow.
"We have faced many threats before," Rasa began, his voice steady, "but this intruder was from the hidden leaf. It is a force we cannot underestimate."
The council members nodded in agreement, their silence echoing their shared understanding of the gravity of the situation. One council member raised her hand, seeking permission to speak.
"What is our plan of action, Kazekage-sama?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of caution and determination. "How can we confront such a formidable enemy?"
Rasa's gaze swept across the room, his piercing eyes resolute. "First and foremost, we must fortify the village defenses. We will reinforce the walls, increase the number of patrols, and enhance our surveillance throughout Suna. No corner shall be left unguarded under my watch. This is war..."
His words hung in the air, each council member absorbing the weight of their responsibility. Another council member spoke up, his voice tinged with apprehension. "But Kazekage-sama, what if this intruder returns? What is our plan for our citizens' safety?"
Rasa's jaw tightened, his face solemn. "We will not allow fear to paralyze us. We must maintain a state of constant vigilance, and provide our citizens with the necessary tools to defend themselves. We will organize self-defense training sessions, empower our people to protect their homes."
As Rasa's words sank in, a sense of determination filled the room. The council members understood that their strength lay not only in their ninja forces but also in the resilience of their community.
Baki raised his hand, capturing the attention of the room. "Kazekage-sama, the masked man mentioned something about a 'new world of peace.' What could he have meant by that?"
Rasa's eyes narrowed, contemplating the cryptic words of their elusive adversary. "I'm not certain, Baki. But it is clear that this infiltration was not an isolated incident. We must delve into the man's background, his motivations, and any potential alliances he may have. We cannot afford to underestimate our enemy."
The council members nodded in agreement, a newfound determination etched on their faces. The safety of Suna depended on their collective efforts, their unity in the face of uncertainty.
As the council meeting drew to a close, Rasa stood up, his voice resonating with authority. "We will rise above this intrusion, Suna. Together, we will protect our village, our people, and ensure that the winds of change do not break us. Baki contact Orochimaru tell him we accept his deal."
Baki nodded and with that everyone was dismissed. With renewed purpose, the council members left the chamber, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. Kaze no Kuni would stand strong, united, and unyielding, against any threat that dared to challenge its existence.
Outside on the Rooftop
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on Gaara, a troubled red-headed teenager who sat perched on the rooftop. Sleep evaded him once again, leaving him with ample time to delve into his thoughts and reflect on life's complexities.
As he sat in silence, lost in his musings, the sound of approaching footsteps broke through the stillness. Gaara's eyes narrowed, his instinctual thirst for blood rising. Whoever dared to disturb him would not survive the night.
A man donning a mysterious dragon mask stood before Gaara, his presence unwavering and enigmatic. With deliberate slowness, he walked slowly towards him.
"Gaara," the masked man stated calmly, his words carrying an air of inevitability.
Feeling the weight of the stagers power, Gaara's bloodlust surged, his emotions spiraling out of control. "Mother wants your blood!" he exclaimed with a manic grin. "Come and face your death! I cannot prove my existence if I can't kill you!"
In response, the masked man remained unfazed, regarding Gaara with unwavering composure. He disappeared from sight, only to reappear beside Gaara, his hands enveloped in a mysterious blue flame.
Suddenly red chains burst out the masked man hand, forcefully surrounding Gaara's body. He felt his influx of chakra diminish.
"ARGG!" Gaara cried out, the haze in his mind dissipating. His bewilderment grew as he took in the unexpected sight before him.
"What... what did you do?" Gaara questioned, his voice filled with uncertainty.
The masked man shook his head solemnly. "I calmed you down."
Silence settled between them, each locked in a penetrating gaze. The masked man finally broke the silence, lowering himself to sit on the rooftop tiles. His posture was non-threatening, and though his eyes held a hardened gleam, his demeanor remained neutral.
"I hope you don't think I'm being presumptuous, but I believe you and I are similar," the masked man began, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.
Gaara regarded him, crossing his arms over his chest, his expression inscrutable. His jade eyes bore into the masked man, observing his every move with curiosity.
The masked man sighed heavily, his gaze drifting upward to the dark clouds swirling above. "I am a monster, scorned and hated by everyone in the village for something entirely out of my control," he confessed quietly. "My greatest sin was being born."
Gaara's voice resonated through the silence, filled with understanding. "You have a demon sealed inside you," he stated with certainty.
The masked man nodded, his confirmation weighted with the burdens of his past. "In a sense, you are right. Since the day I entered this world, I have been met with hatred and vilification. I have relied solely on myself, all I have had is myself. But now, things have changed."
The weight of the revelation hung in the air between them. Gaara's gaze remained fixed on the masked man, his expression guarded but his jade eyes reflecting thoughtfulness.
"What do you desire in life?" Gaara inquired, tilting his head curiously, an opening for deeper understanding.
"I want to be free, to protect my family and clan," the masked man responded, his voice filled with determination.
"I live for myself," Gaara affirmed, his voice carrying the weight of a solemn truth. "To kill is my sole purpose, my only desire. When I take a life, I feel alive. My strength solidifies as my sand drinks the blood of my prey," he revealed, his eyes cast downward, onto the ground below.
"Why?" the masked man pressed, his gaze unwavering.
Gaara's gaze locked with the masked man's, a whirlwind of emotions hidden within his eyes. "Because Mother requires powerful blood," he confessed, revealing the depths of his torment.
The masked man studied Gaara intently, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. He reached a decision, rising to his feet and fixing his gaze upon the sand-nin.
"You say you live for yourself, Gaara. But are you truly living when you serve a village that shuns and despises you? Are you truly living when you follow the orders of the Kazekage?" the masked man challenged, his words probing deep into Gaara's soul. "I believe you have convinced yourself of lies."
With a surge of anger, Gaara's sand rose menacingly, poised to strike. However, the masked man effortlessly evaded its reach, appearing silently on nearby tree branches. His gaze remained steady, patient, and understanding."There is always a choice, Gaara," the masked man whispered, his voice carried by the wind. "We are born free, but this symbol..." He tapped his forehead protector. "It restricts us from true freedom."
Silence settled between them as Gaara stared at the masked man, his mind slowly clearing from the tumult that had consumed him moments before.
"Who are you?" Gaara asked, a tinge of distrust coloring his voice.
The masked man sighed, his gaze fixed on the moon above. "I am nobody. I just came to share with you a tale, one that might help you find solace in your heart and purpose in your life."
Gaara's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "A tale? What could a mere story do for someone like me?"
"Stories have the power to transform, to heal, and to guide. They offer us different perspectives, teach us important lessons. In a world filled with chaos and darkness, stories bring light and understanding."
Intrigued, Gaara gestured for the storyteller to proceed. "Very well, tell me your tale."
The storyteller's voice took on a gentle cadence, drawing Gaara into a world beyond their rooftop perch. "Once upon a time, in a distant land, there lived a young prince named Taku. He was destined to inherit the throne, but unlike his predecessors, Taku possessed a rare gift - the ability to control both fire and water."
Gaara leaned forward, captivated by the unfolding narrative. The storyteller continued, painting vivid images with his words.
"As Taku grew older, he realized the weight of responsibility that came with his powers. Fire symbolized destruction and power, while water represented life and tranquility. These opposing forces within him caused turmoil and confusion."
Gaara's expression softened, recognizing the parallels between his own struggles and those of Taku. He listened intently, eager to learn how the prince found his balance.
"One day, as Taku stood on the precipice of a raging waterfall, he gazed at the contrasting elements before him. With a deep breath, he summoned both fire and water, combining them in a harmonious dance. The fire danced with the water, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of balance and unity."
The storyteller paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Taku realized that his powers were not meant to be separated, but rather, they needed to coexist within him. Fire and water, destruction and creation, strength and compassion - each side complementing the other, giving him the ability to bring harmony and healing to his kingdom."
Gaara's eyes widened with realization. The message resonated deeply within him, igniting a newfound understanding of his own inner turmoil.
The masked man nodded, a knowing smile on his face. "Gaara, you too possess the power to find balance within yourself and use it to make a difference in the world. Embrace your strengths and harness them for a greater purpose. Remember, it is in the unity of contrasting forces that true power lies."
With those parting words, the man vanished into the night, leaving Gaara to contemplate the tale that had touched his soul. And as the first rays of dawn illuminated the rooftop, Gaara felt a glimmer of hope, ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and transformation.
Hours Later
Wind Capital
The rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed across the vast sand plains of Kaze no Kuni as Koharu Utatane and Homura Mitokado, esteemed village elders of Konoha, embarked on their important journey to the Feudal Lord's Wind Capital. Their roles were vital, offering opinions and advice to the Hokage, ensuring fair and comprehensive decisions.
Accompanied by their loyal bodyguards, they approached the Wind Capital with a sense of anticipation. However, as they neared the building, a strong scent of death permeated the air, abruptly halting their progress. They burst through the doors of the building, only to be met with a horrifying scene.
The castle's floors and walls were stained with blood, and the bodies of countless victims lay cold and lifeless before them. It was evident that this was not the result of a battle but a brutal massacre, carried out by a sadistic and skilled individual who seemed to revel in the slaughter.
Despite the dread they felt, the elders knew they must confront this nightmare. The castle had fallen into an eerie silence, broken only by the distant screams that haunted their minds. Faced with the grim reality, Koharu's fear struggled against her duty to protect the Feudal Lord.
"Village Elders, we should get out of here!" one of their guards urged, but Koharu was resolute, "But what of the Daimyo?! We must find out what is happening and protect him! Separate in two groups we'll find him faster that way!"
Bravely, they pressed forward, taking cautious steps through the death-strewn corridors. Suddenly, Koharu felt an outstretched hand attempting to grab her face. Her reflexes failed, and she found herself violently slammed into a wall. As she tried to dispel the illusion, searing pain in her shoulder snapped her back to reality.
Trapped against the wall, a long red chain pierced Koharu's shoulder, draining her chakra and weakening her. Shocked and confused, she realized that the masked man, whom they had encountered earlier, now stood amidst the bodies of their fallen comrades.
Her mind raced with questions, unsure of how everything unfolded so rapidly. "My chain is absorbing your chakra, draining you of your energy," the masked man coldly explained, his red eye emitting with power.
Fueled by defiance, Koharu snarled, "A Uchiha? Y-You dare?"
The masked man retorted, "The arrogance of you people.. You think my clan don't know you're conspiring against us? Just as you order others to be killed, the same can be done to you. And as I kill others, I may face a grim fate as well."
In a final act of defiance, she managed to utter, "You're a fool for d-doing this! Danzo is right, you Uchiha are monsters... Traitor!" But her words were silenced by the masked man's finger across her lips. He coldly interrupted her, "The weak have no say on how they die. Now sleep, Koharu." With that, darkness enveloped her.
As the cold darkness embraced Koharu's consciousness, she found herself drifting into a strange and unsettling state between reality and dreams. Visions of the massacre, the lifeless bodies, and the ominous masked man haunted her mind, leaving her feeling helpless and vulnerable. The last image she saw in this world was death. A fitting end.
Meanwhile, back in the other room, Homura and the remaining guards continued their desperate search for Koharu and any sign of the Feudal Lord. Their steps were cautious, wary of any lurking danger. The unsettling silence around them only amplified their anxiety.
Homura's heart raced as they turned another corner, and suddenly, a chilling presence filled the air. Without warning, the masked man materialized before them, his Sharingan still ablaze with power. Homura knew they were no match for this formidable opponent, but they had to protect the Feudal Lord at all costs.
"What do you want from us? Why are you doing this?" Homura demanded, his voice wavering with a mix of fear and determination.
The masked man chuckled darkly. "My motives are far beyond your comprehension, elder," he sneered. "All you need to know is that your village's corruption has reached its peak, and those who perpetuated it must face the consequences."
"I won't let you harm anyone else! We will stop you!" Homura declared, clenching his fists in defiance.
The masked man's expression turned colder, and in a swift motion, he dispatched two of the guards with ruthless precision. Homura's heart sank as he witnessed his comrades fall before his eyes. Fear gripped him, but he knew he had to stand his ground.
A sense of desperation and grief washed over him, thinking of his fallen comrades and the fate of Koharu. He had seen too much death in his lifetime, but this was different. This was an unimaginable horror that shook him to his core.
Before the masked man could strike again, Homura made a quick decision to retreat. He couldn't face this enemy alone, and the priority was to seek help from the village and alert the shinobi to this devastating threat.
As Homura fled from the Wind Capital, his mind raced with the urgency of the situation. The fate of Koharu, the Feudal Lord, and the entire village depended on their ability to face this powerful and vengeful adversary. But there was one troubling fact that plague his mind, why did that man allow him to leave?
Back in Konoha, Homura immediately sought out Danzo and recounted the gruesome events at the Wind Capital. Danzo, listened intently, his face stoic and determined.
He looked at his personal guard "We can't waste any time. Gather a team of our best shinobi and head to the Wind Capital immediately," Danzo ordered. "We need to assess the situation and deal with this threat before it escalates further."
Homura nodded, grateful for Danzo decisive action. He assembled a team of skilled and trusted shinobi, each prepared to confront the unknown enemy and protect their village.
Looking towards his Anbu "Call Itachi here now"
Naka Shrine
Fugaku was staring at the stone tablet contemplating about the state of his clan. He felt several familiar presence.
Six of them had normal Anbu masks while the seventh, also the shortest of the group, had a dragon mask. Its slit eyeholes revealing only the faintest glimer of the true eyes lying beneath.
"Report." Fugaku commanded.
Inabi, wearing a hawk mask, straightened before he answered. "Fugaku-sama, mission success. The Wind daimio and his people are all dead."
"Casualties?" Fugaku spoke.
Inabi looked to the dragon masked Uchiha. "None sir." He said after a moment. "Dragon, efficiently demolished the opposing enemy force. Leaving us to go after the Daimio and his family."
Fugaku nodded , "I see." He stated thoughtfully, "Is anything else you wish to report, Hawk?"
The ninja seemed to shuffle nervously from foot to foot before he took another glance at the Dragon masked ninja before shaking his head. "No Fugaku-sama." He said.
In truth he wanted to scream out at his Clan Head. What he had seen had not been a fight, it had been a massacre. The bodies of all the enemy ninja were practically ripped to pieces or burnt to ash. Nothing but dust, bones and blood had remained of them.
He was no stranger to death, and in the end...better them than him. But it was unnerving. He knew who this boy was, and knew that what he'd seen today would only be the start of his strength. Should the dog ever come off its leash, none would be able to reign it in.
Still, he would hold his tongue. Perhaps because, despite his brutal efficiency he felt he owed this boy for ensuring all his Kin made it out safely. Or perhaps it was a mild respect. The Uchiha value strength.
Or perhaps it was far more simple than that. Perhaps the most powerful emotion that held him back was the fear.
Fear of another Madara Uchiha being born.
Fugaku nodded. "Very well, you six may leave; Dragon, you stay."
The designated men bowed before shuffling out of the room.
Fugaku looked to the last remaining ninja and nodded "Remove your mask, Menma."
The short ninja wordlessly removed his mask, revealing a black haired boy with a scar down his right eye along with the calm cold blue that were his left eye. Usually he kept his Sharingan active.
10 years old now. How quickly time has passed after taking him in.
Fugaku dawned a small smile. His eyes had always been like that. Ever since he made the promise to protect the clan, he became the embodiment of the perfect shinobi. The perfect tool. The perfect killing device.
Sometimes he hated life for what it has done to the boy. Fate had left him with an ultimatum. Either he gained power or he would be killed. That's why he took him in, not only to give him purpose but to protect the Clan.
It seemed merciful in comparison to the empty void he could've been. Soon he will be on par with Itachi. Perhaps even surpass him.
"Menma, I understand that this was your first mission after training."
"Yes." The boy spoke. His voice was flat and even, no emotion could be heard in his voice or seen on his face.
Fugaku eyed him for a moment. "Are you well? Sometimes high level missions affect people. How are you coping?"
Menma didn't show no emotion just pure impassiveness "They were merely enemies that were in our way to our goals"
Fugaku nodded in agreement, impressed by the boy mental strength. "Impressive Menma." He stated before standing. He looked at the boy for a moment, then he spoke. "We have a Clan meeting, soon to discuss everything , you've proven yourself, the blood you shed earned the right for be by my side as my equal."
Naruto bowed his head. "Thank you Fugaku-Sama." He stated.
Fugaku felt pride in his chest at the sight. He put a hand on the young boy shoulder and smiled "I'm proud of you, go home and get some rest."
Menma returned the smile "Thank you sir"
Unknown Base
Deep within the confines of Konoha's Root Bases , the air was heavy with tension as Itachi Uchiha, Danzo Shimura, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and Jiraiya gathered to discuss the horrifying events that unfolded at the Wind Capital. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on their faces as they exchanged wary glances.
Itachi, his eyes burdened with sorrow and guilt, spoke first. "Hokage-sama, I bring grave news. A masked man, later revealed to be an Uchiha, has committed unspeakable acts of violence. He slaughtered a village elder and mercilessly massacred the Wind Lord. If this information became public the chaos and uncertainty that will arise from this will surely cause unrest and division within our own village."
Danzo, known for his staunch distrust of the Uchiha clan, clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging. His voice dripped with rage as he pointedly addressed Itachi. "This only serves as further evidence of the Uchiha's inherent evil. They have always been a volatile and treacherous clan, plotting against the village from within. This massacre confirms what I have long suspected."
Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, peered at Danzo with concern. "Danzo, we must not jump to conclusions. Blaming an entire clan based on the actions of one individual is neither fair nor just. Itachi here has shown great loyalty and dedication to the village. We should focus on uncovering the truth behind these attacks rather than fueling hatred and division."
Jiraiya, the legendary Sannin, intervened, his eyes filled with a mix of weariness and determination. "You're both right in a way. Danzo, we cannot ignore the possibility that there may be hidden elements within the Uchiha clan who seek to destabilize Konoha. However, Hiruzen is correct in urging caution. We need to investigate this matter thoroughly before making any conclusions."
Danzo's anger flared, his voice growing louder as the conversation escalated. "Caution, Hiruzen? How many more innocent lives need to be lost before we take decisive action? The Uchiha clan has always been a ticking time bomb, harboring dark secrets. We cannot afford to wait while they plot against us!"
Hiruzen stood his ground, his voice firm yet filled with empathy. "Danzo, I understand your concerns, but we must not let fear guide our decisions. Itachi is here, standing before us, choosing loyalty over vengeance. We owe it to him and to the innocent Uchiha who do not share the same sinister intent to seek justice and truth."
Itachi's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I implore both of you, and all of Konoha, to remember that not all Uchiha are evil. I will spy in the next Uchiha Clan meeting, if the worst then my love for my village will lead me to make the ultimate sacrifice. It is my duty to protect the village, even from within."
Silence fell upon the room, each person grappling with their own conflicting emotions and deep-rooted beliefs. In the end, Danzo reluctantly conceded, his anger subsiding into resignation. "Fine, we will investigate further. But mark my words, if this investigation reveals the treachery I suspect, we must take swift and decisive action to protect Konoha."
Hiruzen nodded, his gaze steady. "Agreed, Danzo. We owe it to our village to uncover the truth and preserve the fragile bonds that hold us all together. Itachi, we will need your cooperation in this investigation. You have shown immense loyalty to Konoha, and we trust in your judgment."
With a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on their shoulders, the four individuals left the office, each prepared to face the dark and uncertain path that lay ahead.
Later That Night
Uchiha Compound
Menma jolted awake in his bed, covered in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. The voice from his dream still echoed in his mind, urging him to seek to conquer the world. It was a recurring nightmare that haunted him, a constant reminder of the work worlds imbalance. With a sigh, he checked the time and realized it was only five o'clock in the morning, an entire hour before his usual waking time.
Knowing that sleep was futile now, Menma pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He had grown accustomed to these nightmares over the years but found solace in the fact that he wasn't alone. Mikoto, the woman who had taken him in five years ago, always knew how to comfort him during these restless nights.
Outside his bedroom door, Menma heard a soft voice calling his name. It was Mikoto, his adoptive mother. He opened the door to find her standing there, her raven-colored hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Having trouble sleeping again?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Menma nodded silently, knowing she already understood. Her eyes held a sadness, one that mirrored his own pain. It was in moments like these that he truly appreciated her presence in his life.
Mikoto smiled gently, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, it seems we have an early riser today. I was wondering if my strong little boy would help me run some errands. What do you say?"
Menma's face brightened at the prospect. "Of course I can help you, Lady Mikoto," he replied respectfully.
As they made their way through the house, Menma couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Mikoto. She had taken him in when he had no one else, giving him a sense of belonging he had never known before. He was determined to repay her kindness in any way he could.
Walking through the village, Mikoto and Menma collected various household supplies, their footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. People would bow and show respect to Menma, addressing him with the honorific "sama" due to his status as the adopted son of the Uchiha Clan Head. Mikoto couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the special treatment he received, wishing people would treat him like an ordinary child.
After their shopping was complete, they sat down on a bench in the village square to catch their breath. Menma looked up at Mikoto, curiosity in his eyes.
"Do you miss being a shinobi?" he asked, his voice tinged with innocence.
Mikoto paused, reminiscing about her past life as a shinobi, which felt like a distant memory now. "I suppose I miss the excitement," she admitted with a wistful smile. "But I've come to realize that there are things more important than being a shinobi."
Menma tilted his head, waiting for her to continue.
She reached out, gently tapping his nose with her finger. "Like you, silly. You and your brother Sasuke are all precious to me. I love you with all my heart."
Menma's eyes widened in surprise. The idea of being loved and considered family was still something he grappled with, but in that moment, the warmth in Mikoto's gaze made it all seem real.
"I'm Sasuke's brother...and you're my mother," Menma said softly, testing out the words.
Mikoto nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "Yes, Menma. You're a part of our family, and I'm your mother."
Everything froze around them as those words sank in. Menma had always felt a deep connection to Sasuke, but now he understood why. He finally had a place to belong, a family that loved him unconditionally.
Later that Evening
Unable to sleep once again, Menma found himself at the Uchiha Training Grounds. He stood by the river's edge, staring at his reflection. Closing his eye momentarily, he reopened it to reveal his Sharingan, the crimson color and three tomoe swirling within his eye.
"The eyes that defy fate...the eyes that reflect the heart," he whispered to himself, acknowledging the power that came with his lineage.
Suddenly, he sensed a familiar chakra behind him. Menma turned to find Fugaku, the Uchiha Clan Head, standing there, his gaze filled with curiosity and concern.
"Menma," Fugaku spoke, his voice commanding yet gentle. "I sensed your chakra and decided to see what was keeping you up at this hour."
Menma nodded, realizing he couldn't hide anything from Fugaku. "I couldn't sleep. The nightmares...they haunt me," he confessed, his voice
Fugaku understood and placed a comforting hand on Menma's shoulder. "You must learn to control your emotions and the power of your Sharingan," he advised. "With great strength comes great responsibility."
"I know," Menma responded earnestly, feeling a mixture of determination and frustration. "I want to protect the clan, but sometimes it feels like I'm consumed by this power."
Fugaku's gaze softened, his fatherly instincts kicking in. "You're not alone in this, Menma. We're here for you, your mother, your family, and the entire Uchiha clan. We will support you in honing your abilities and using them for the greater good for the clan."
Menma took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Fugaku's words. He knew he could rely on his adopted family, but the fear of losing control and becoming a monster like some of the past Uchiha members haunted him.
Fugaku then gestured for Menma to follow him as they started walking back towards the Uchiha compound. "Remember, Tomorrow, we have a clan meeting. You're strong Menma remember that well and don't show weakness in front of the clan," Fugaku offered.
Menma felt a sense of gratitude and relief wash over him, knowing that he had someone like Fugaku to support and mentor him. As they reached the entrance of the Uchiha compound, Menma turned to face his adopted father.
"Thank you, Lord Fugaku. I won't let you down," Menma vowed, determination burning in his eyes.
Fugaku smiled, placing a hand on Menma's shoulder once more. "I believe in you, Menma. You have the potential to become a great shinobi and a worthy successor to the Uchiha legacy. Just remember, true strength comes from the heart, not just the Sharingan."
Menma nodded, feeling a newfound sense of purpose and determination. The road became quiet once again, Fugaku had a look as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant.
"Fugaku-sama?" Menma questioned
"I have asked you this question before: What is more important to you, the village or the clan."
"My answer will never change."
"If you ask Itachi, the answer will be different." There was a hint of disappointment in Fugaku as he spoke. It bothered him that he drifted away from the clan and into the palms of the Sandaime Hokage. Loathe as he was to admit it, but he no longer had any control over his son.
He still had Sasuke and the boy could be trained.
"To me, he is weak and a traitor to his family. Do you still desire to have him Clan Head?" Menma said emotionlessly reigning in his resentment.
Fugaku shook his head. "No, we must mark our own path. We'll decide what the future holds, as Itachi has decided for himself."
Menma has never really given a deeper meaning to the future ahead. What he was certain of was his love for his clan. Anything else was complementary. He didn't think he was born into this world for some holy reason. Those with the minds and appetite could. He just wanted to grow loving his clan. He could defer from taking any decision until he was grown and had deeper understanding of other material things in life.
"I understand."
"Good." Fugaku's tone changed. It became cold. "I read your report. You did well against the Wind Shinobi. I'm assuming everything went well on your end? "
"Yes but if we want to have complete control over Suna we need Shisui eye. The Kotoamatsukami is stronger then any mere genjutsu. The technique allows the user to enter the mind of any individual within their field of view, and manipulate them by giving them false experiences, making it seem as if they were doing things of their own free will. It is regarded as a genjutsu of the highest calibre, due to the victim being entirely unaware that they are being manipulated."
Fugaku nodded once again "Shisui is also a traitor to the Clan so he will be dealt with and as compensation for his treachery, he'll pay with his eyes." He said in a cold tone, Menma nodded in agreement.
Rice Country
Baki stood in a dimly lit underground chamber, where eerie shadows danced along the walls. Before him, two figures emerged from the darkness – Kabuto Yakushi, Orochimaru's loyal right-hand man, and the enigmatic Orochimaru himself.
Baki studied them both with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "So, you propose an alliance to destroy the Leaf Village," he said, his voice laced with intrigue.
Orochimaru smirked, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "Indeed," he replied smoothly. "I have analyzed the village's weaknesses extensively. With your help, Baki, we can exploit them and bring Konoha to its knees."
Orochimaru's presence exuded an aura of power and danger. His voice carried a chill as he spoke, "The Leaf Village has long been a thorn in my side, but I cannot achieve my goals alone. Rasa's expertise in Suna's strategies and your skill as a shinobi would be invaluable to our cause."
Baki crossed his arms, weighing the proposition in his mind. "Why Suna?" he asked, his gaze locked onto Orochimaru's piercing eyes. "Why should we trust you?"
Orochimaru leaned forward, his voice dripping with persuasion. "Baki, think of it this way: the Leaf Village has always overshadowed Suna. By joining forces, we can shift the balance of power, bringing glory and prosperity to our own village."
Kabuto nodded in agreement. "We offer you strength, knowledge, and the chance to reshape the Shinobi world. Together, we can ensure a future where Suna reigns supreme."
Baki's mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. The allure of power and revenge tugged at him, but the loyalty to his village and comrades also held sway. After a moment of contemplation, he straightened his posture.
"Very well," Baki said resolutely. "We accept your offer. But know this – if you betray Suna or harm its people, Lord Rasa will be your worst nightmare."A sinister smile played across Orochimaru's lips, and Kabuto's eyes glimmered with satisfaction. The alliance had been forged, and the path to destruction had been set in motion.
Following Night
Itachi Uchiha, disguised by his genjutsu as an inconspicuous shadow, stood atop a rooftop overlooking the hidden meeting place of the Uchiha clan. His Sharingan eyes were focused, analyzing every movement and conversation below.
Inside the dimly lit room, Fugaku Uchiha, the charismatic leader of the clan, addressed his fellow clan members. His voice carried a mix of determination and resolve. "My brethren," he spoke, his gaze steady and unwavering. "The time has come for us to reclaim our rightful place within Konoha."
Whispers of agreement and anticipation filled the room as the Uchiha clan members leaned in, eager to hear their leader's plan. Itachi furrowed his brows, realizing the gravity of the situation he had stumbled upon.
"We have been marginalized for far too long," Fugaku continued, his voice resonating with authority. "Our abilities, our history, and our contributions have been disregarded. It is time we demand the recognition we deserve."
"You speak of war, Fugaku-sama," one clan member interjected cautiously, concern evident in his tone. "Are you suggesting that we... make a stand against Konoha?"
Fugaku's eyes met his clan member's, their red hue burning with an intense fire. "If it is necessary to ensure our survival and secure our future, then yes," he replied firmly. "We will take whatever measures are required to protect what is rightfully ours."
As the discussion continued, Itachi felt a pang of conflict deep within his heart. He had always admired his father's strength and leadership, but the path they were heading down filled him with unease. Itachi's mission to gather information for Danzo suddenly weighed heavily upon him.
With his Sharingan fully activated, he meticulously observed the gathering, committing every detail and word spoken to his memory. Itachi knew that this information would have far-reaching consequences, potentially altering the future of the Uchiha clan and Konoha itself.
As the meeting drew to a close, Itachi silently retreated, his mind racing with the weight of the knowledge he now possessed. With each step, he contemplated the decisions he would have to make, torn between loyalty to his clan and loyalty to the village he had sworn to protect.
Little did he know, the path ahead would challenge his ideals, test his resolve, and ultimately shape the destiny of the Uchiha clan and the world they inhabited.
AN : One more chapter after this before another timskip to move the story forward.