Welp. Seems that this site is either lagging or I'm on a bugged account but I somehow have 10 followers and 10 favorites yet 0 viewers on this story. So… no idea how this is being received yet. Hoping it's good. Buuut I wanna knock out the third chapter asap sooo ON WITH THE STORY

Disclaimer, I do not own naruto or any franchises mentioned or referenced in this story.

As sun shown down upon road around him, Naruto took in a deep breath of clean, natural air with a small smile upon his lips. After days spent within the sterile hospital behind him, the lack of a chemical cleanliness and forced sterility was a godsend to the boy. Donned not in his usual orange clothing, or his hospital gown; The boy wore a simple set of brown cargo shorts and a black shirt; letting its dark color absorb a welcome heat from the sun above. His arm was wrapped from knuckle to shoulder in bandages to hide the fact he had 'healed' so quick, something that turned what could have been looks of disgust into ones of mild content… it was… weird, knowing that deep down their reason for hating him was almost justified. Sure, he was angry…he was very angry, he- he stopped himself at that thought, exhaling a breath he did not know he was holding. He was… upset. That they felt this way towards him; but it was not something to dwell on. Not with the news he had gotten a while ago.

His new cursed seal thrummed with a hidden energy under his shirt, his hand going to it as he looked up and down the road. "Yeah, like the last seal wasn't any less cursed…". His new cursed reaper seal as it had come to be called; irritating with how it always had this presence for him. like it was demanding to be used or acknowledged. The feeling had even cost him a few good nights of sleep, although a quick shot of morphine from a sympathetic nurse had helped in that regard… oh boy did it help. The boy's thoughts were cut off as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to look at a strange woman who's hair reminded him much of a pineapple and upon a small glance downwards, became his focal point from that moment forth. "You the Uzumaki brat?".

A nod, not trusting his voice, was met with a smirk from the woman as her hand moved to his head; digging down into his scalp as she ruffled his hair. "Good, that means I don't have to wait around for your sorry ass. I'm Anko Mitarashi but you can call me Senpai, Sir, or your royal highness. I'm your assigned watcher from here-on out brat". Hiding his recognition of the name, the boy nodded in acknowledgement before her words caught up to him. blue eyes narrowed, a snarl in place as he slapped the hand away. "Call me a brat again and see what happens to you hag!".

Gasps of shock came from the surroundings, all those who recognized Anko anyway; as they awaited the reaction from the famed sadist queen of Konoha… only to be met with a surprise as she just barked a laugh and wrapped an arm around the boy, walking off with him in a tight grip despite his loud protests. "That's the spirit Brat! I love it when someone knows how to play the game, Hahahaha… haha… ha….ok look here shitbag".

The sudden slam of back against a wall came from Naruto being forced into an alleyway once the duo were away from prying eyes, or rather, the eyes had looked elsewhere for a laughing Anko is a dangerous Anko. When he looked up, it was like he was looking directly into the eyes of a different person; that anger he felt dissolving when she looked at him like a beast ready to strike. She stood there in silence, moments passing between them both for a bit before she sighed… anger tinted with pity aimed towards him. "Can you guess why I'm assigned your new watcher, brat?".

"STOP CALLING ME BRAT DAMN-MMMNF!?". The feeling of a hand wrapped around his mouth made naruto look up, blue eyes widening at the kunai now inches from his skull. "It's because I know exactly, what that new tattoo of yours does. A sister of burden..". the hand around his mouth pulled away, drawing back her collar to show a similar trio of Tomoe.

"And I know the urges, The pains, the bliss and the feelings that come with it. The council has been alerted to your new burden and they assigned me because I know the warning signs and they trust me to kill you before the mark takes over…but I say fuck that". Blue eyes blinked in confusion as mirth and a smirk joined the brown ones staring back.

"You aint no shinobi… Yet. His lordship the third has assigned me a mission above the council. To train you up to a point that your lack of jutsu means jack diddly; like might gai and his brat. Only difference is; That I ain't gonna turn you into no mini me because no offence but uh, You aint got the tits for it". A Bright red flush overtook his skin as his eyes involuntarily flicked down, a stammer escaping the boy before another laugh burst from the woman.

"Kid, again, I know. That tattoo is going to boost every animalistic urge you got and make you engage in it like a drug, so you best get your inhibitions out of the way because you're gonna have to give in one way or the other, you get me?". The blonde nodded, forcing his blush down with a sigh at the reminder of his new affliction. He looked up at her again, then at the ends of the alleyway. "so… What's the first stop then Anko-sensei?".

Glad that the boy could in fact learn manners, contrary to what her iruka-kun had told her, Anko was quick to wrap an arm back around the boy and walk INTO the alleyway. "well first there's finding you some clothes that don't make you look like one of those shitty civi-nobis that the academy keeps spittin out- and no orange. No shinobi worth their salt would willingly touch that color, it makes you look like a complete dumbass".

Despite the urge to scream at her for his love of orange, and how it was the only thing the shops would let him buy, some part of Naruto faltered as…he oddly did not mind being told it this way. No lectures on professional clothing, no lectures on stealth, but genuine blunt honesty that while insulting, was… refreshing. He was immediately knocked from this train of thought by the feeling of his stomach being torn from his body and balls reaching his ankles, as she grabbed him by the shoulder and made a handsign that iruka had made many a time for emergency meetings.

After recovering from the unexpected shunshin, With Anko laughing her ass off to the side at him as he emptied he contents of his stomach with hospital food that somehow managed to taste even worse on the way up; The blonde stood there with his hands on his knees and drool dripping off of his chin with a dark glare towards the woman. She showed little care however, smirking as she gestured to a shop that naruto had not… actually seen before. In fact none of this seemed familiar to him. "where.. are we?"

"That's 'where are we Anko-sensei-sama!' and to answer your dumb little question, The red light district of Konoha.". the realization of this caused the blonde to shoot upright, looking left and right in worry. He saw women of…little clothing, waving at men on the street and even HIM; odd men in long jackets with little bags of- "hey, focus on me brat". Biting back the anger, he turned his eyes back to Anko, not enjoying her smirk in the slightest.

"You can enjoy the eye candy later. This here is the only shop I can guarantee you will give you what you need at a decent price. Go in, Give em this list and tell em Anko sent ya… they know what to expect". The blonde looked at the rather large slip of paper in his hands, before looking up at the sign above. Vagabond's Valuables and Violations Did not sound like a welcoming shop. But he was convinced if he said otherwise then he would get thrown in anyways so… in Naruto went.

And was immediately assaulted by sounds and lights. A badly tuned radio off to the corner filling the air with some of the worst jazz the boy had ever listened to, walls upon walls of weapon racks; from classics such as shinobi tools and swords; to large cleavers, bows, Crossbows, even a few muskets he knew of farmers possessing to protect their livestock. Then there was the armor, the clothes, all styles he had both seen before and never imagined could be a thing. A cough drew his attention to the desk; Where his eyes widened and skin turned as red as it could.

If anko was considered scantily dressed then this woman might as well had been as naked as they come. Bronzed skin that spoke of a suna heritage, Amber colored eyes, long tresses of jet black hair… and a singular deerskin vest that hung open with no shirt underneath and the baggiest white pants with a ribbon belt sat upon a frame that he could have studied for his now lost anti-perv jutsu with EASE. She smirked at him, leaning down as she extracted the lit cigarette from her lips. "now why oh why is the famous Brat of foxes here in my humble little abode?".

Embarrassment turned to anger…to confusion at her words. His expression must have been obvious as she stood up, giggling to herself. "the third's law means jack all here kid, none of his ninja are willing to come in here to enforce it. So I'll ask again, whatya want? Vaggie's isn't no place for some kid".

The boy just walked over, slowly, offering up the paper he had gotten from Anko. "I was told to hand you this? apparently my new… Sensei, thinks you can help me look less like a Civi-nobi". He totally wasn't going to admit he liked the term, it described people like Ami rather well. "oh did they now? Well let ol Vaggie have a look 'ere and- HA! HAHAHHAH!"

The bark of laughter made naruto jump back, watching with worry as the woman fell back over the chair she was sitting on prior, her bare feet kicking in the air as she cackled. "A-ANKO HAS A STUDENT? OL SNAKE BITCH!? OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD! OF COURSE SHE'D GET THE SHRIMP!". The more she laughed, the angrier he got… the more she ignored him, the more that anger grew. He did not see anko looking in with an expression of concern, because all he could see was red. The laughter trailed off but his anger didn't, and when a loud crack filled room…well.

Legs stopped in their flailing before their owner got up at breakneck speed, eyes narrowed as the boy extracted his bandaged fist from the wood of the rack next to him with his flesh already pushing the splinters out, even as the clanging and clattering of weapons hitting the floor surrounded him. "…Stop. Mocking… Me..". the response she gave was to lean over and slowly blow smoke into his face, causing him to cough and back up from the cloud with a growl; the black veins covering his face and neck pulsing… before fading slightly, the boy's eyes becoming a little hazy. "h-huh?"

"Never had a taste of ol Nun green before kid? Trust me, she'll help when it comes to controlling that temper of yours… or you could just smash more of my shop up, sure". The embarrassed blush that took over his expression was followed by him rushing to try and mount the weapons again, only for the Creaaaaak and smash of the now off-balanced weapon wrack to follow his attempt… as well as a fist to the top of his head. "I WAS FUCKING JOKING".

Attempting to ignore anko's laughter from the doorway; Vaggie simply sighed before picking the blonde up off the floor and away from the minior health hazard he had created. "You're lucky I'm used to drunk twits breaking my shit, now shut up as I read the shopping list that your new sensei made… mhm.. ok… alright, alright, hmm..". He simply gave her a deadpan look as she pulled the list out and examined it like some kind of encoded message… a quick glimpse at the handwriting helped explain why.

"Right, off with your clothes". The fact he had no idea why he was being asked that stood out on his face like a sore thumb at that; her snicker following as she turned to him. "I need to see what I'm working with Mr civi-nobi. She wants you to have a weapon, clothes and some kind of basic armor, so get back here and off with em. Don't worry about me being some boy grabbing hag… I like em bigger than waist height". The insult at his height definitely helped dispel his worry, as he went around the counter and ignored her pulling down some kind of curtain to hide them both. Fabric soon hit the floor as he stepped out of his shorts, the shirt following, leaving him in only a pair of toad imprinted boxers.

But that wasn't what her eyes were drawn to

"…Anko! GET IN HERE!".

"Aye for fuck sakes Vag, You can't dress a boy by your…self….sweet kami on a bun". The Purple pineapple came around the corner fast enough, only to gaze In shock at what Naruto was doing his best to hide. His body was NOTHING like your normal shinobi's. Malnourished from only eating Ramen, yet the signs of it healing slowly were there… what truly drew their gaze however; was the already developing body mass that took the form of pectoral and shoulder musculature that no shinobi going for an ounce of flexibility should ever have. "Kid, what the fuck. You weren't this buff when I pinned you against the wall, I would have felt it". As if awaiting her words, his musculature began to shrink there and then; steam escaping the skin through its pores…

"…piss him off again vag"

His eyes went to her with a look of betrayal, The woman's eyes to her with a look of shock before they turned to glee. She turned to him and smirked, cracking her neck as she engaged in what she did best.

"well where should I start; I mean, the kid Ain't got a hope in hell if he's being trained as a shinobi, pretty sure you need to reach above someone's kneecaps for that; and those hands; can you even hold a kunai with how clumsy your ass is? Not to mention stealth, charisma, any form of social requirements, all of that might as well be flushed down the shitter if he's going to go back to that orange wearing twit we saw paint the four Kage; my kami, I'd be better off just pushing you both out of my shop before letting someone get killed by a fresh academy student wearing my product-"

"RAAAGHH!". She barely had enough time to duck as a full on TABLE was thrown at her, wide eyes looking up at the now much bigger blonde shrimp. Blonde hair that hung around his waist, rippling, bulging muscles that looked ready to split the skin, crimson toned eyes…and black markings extending all across his body. Slowly she stood back up, hands out as if showing a wild animal she was unarmed and safe, her voice a whisper as she backed up to the other woman in the room. "Anko.. what the fuck!?".

For the Purplenette herself, her mind was flashing back to the report she had been given in regards to the boy by the Third. A slow grin overtaking her lips as she chuckled to herself. "a heavy repopulation of cells that can be called mutated… kid! Calm the fuck down. This is just your new.. bloodline, Kicking in". the blonde looked to her in angered confusion, eyes flickering between red and blue.

"Your anger is fueling the Negative part of the seal- Which is fueling That Chakra, which is in kind subconsciously augmenting your cellular structure. Like some kind of… kind of.. I don't know what ok? I just know that if you can harness that then you have an on command power up like…like the seal was supposed to be…" Anko would be hard pressed to admit she had to resist a glare at the boy, especially since it was over the same seal she herself was ostracized for. Her eyes ran over it, looking it over before she blinked. "oi brat"

The growl she got in return was all the answer he gave. "Focus on that feeling again. That anger. That… Rage. And then try to cover your body with it..". he did as he was asked, or at least tried to… how do you cover your body with something? But still, he closed his eyes and focused. Focused… Focused….

It's that kid again…

He shouldn't be a shinobi

Did you hear he failed?

I'm glad, he won't be anywhere near our kids

"…they all knew.."

Get out of here and take your damn mask!

Get away from my store you brat!

My mommy says you're a bad person

"They All Knew.."

The sharp feeling of something slicing through his arm knocked the boy from his thoughts, his eyes wide as he looked up at anko who's arm was still extended and who's lips were drawn up in a smirk. "WHAT THE HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH!? I JUST FINISHED HEALING FROM THOSE CUTS!"

"what cut brat?"

"THIS ONE…uh…". Lifting up his arm, the blonde's anger faded when his eyes landed on where he did in fact see blood from a cut… just not the cut itself. He felt it. He knew it had happened. But his eyes widened as he looked at the cut with…well. He didn't look at a cut. Just a thin line that was slowly disappearing. He had NEVER healed this fast before. Another nick in the same place, this time the kunai not hidden in the slightest as he hissed in pain and instinctually channeled chakra to it as he was told to speed up his healing before-

And it was gone

The cut was gone

There was nothing, not even blood this time…

Anko was gleefully grinning with schemes flooding her head, entirely missing as the boy took a kunai from the ground and lifted it above his hand, only to watch it fall. "kid stop!".

This unfortunately had the undesired effect of making the blonde miss the small cut across his palm he was going to make, his jump of surprise causing the blade to miss. And go through his finger instead… all, of his finger. As he screamed in pain and dropped to his knees, holding his now three fingered hand as blood poured out the top, Anko cursed under her breath and went to grab the missing digit… only for it to burn away In the same way flesh normally does when exposed to tailed beast chakra. "fuck, ok kid don't panic, Vaggie get me a first aid kit-"

"n-no…wait..". she turned on the boy, about to berate him for not only cutting off his finger but also denying her order… only to watch in sick fascination as bone , fucking, bone, physically grew out of the stump that remained. Then threads that resembled veins and smaller ones of muscle fiber; the red glow of the fox's chakra coming from the wound as his body physically sewed him a new finger from chakra and regrown cells… until a new finger, one that was flexed slowly with pink, new skin, stood in the old one's place. Three pairs of eyes blinked, one thought shared between their minds.

What. The. Fuck.