The darkness of the night had swallowed the land, with only the moons light being the source of light.
the famed Konohagakure was in flames as the villagers panicked, others trying to extinguish the flames while others sought out medical attention.
Far on the out skirts of the village a barrier was formed trapping inside two newborn infants, a blonde man with a white cloak, and a woman with red vibrant hair with golden chains emerging from her back both individuals were pierced by a claw from the giant fox behind them with chains holding it down.
"Naruto..Menma..Don't be picky.. Eat lots and grow strong..
Make sure that you bathe every day and stay warm. Also don't stay up late, you need lots of sleep and make friends.. You don't need a lot of friends.. Just a few ones you can really, really trust..
I wasn't very good at it, but keep up with your studies and practice your ninjutsu hard..
Remember that everyone has strengths and weaknesses. So don't get too depressed if you can't do something well..
Respect your teachers and upperclassmen at the Academy.. Oh, and this is important.. It's about the Three Prohibitions for a shinobi..
Be extra careful about lending and borrowing money.. Put your mission wages into your savings account..
No alcohol until you're twenty.. Too much can ruin your health, so drink in moderation.. Another Prohibition is women..I'm a woman, so I don't know too much about this but..All you two need to remember is that this world is made up of men and women..So it's only natural to take an interest in girls..But just don't get hooked on bad women.. Find someone just like me..
Speaking of the Three Prohibitions, be wary of Jiraiya Sensei, you know..
Naruto, Menma from now on, you both are going to face lots of pain and hardship..
Be true to yourself.. Have a dream and have the confidence to make that dream come true..
There's so much.. Oh, so much more that I want to pass on to you.. I wish I could stay with you two longer..
I love you, " the woman said as tears ran down here cheeks.
"I'm sorry I took your time, Minato."
"It's okay." The man said calmly, with a warm yet sad smile on his face.
"(Shiki Fūjin) Reaper Death Seal!" the man said after going through a series of hand seals.
The barrier went down as they grew lifeless.
A figure warped from distorted spiral he wore a mask with a black flame with a purple lined black cloak. He picked up one of the bo.
"Hey, you stop right there!!" Shinobi said as they surrounded him.
"I'm afraid I can't." He said as he turned towards the loud Shinobi.
They were about to attack when suddenly a familiar voice called out.
"Stop!! You might harm the child!" said Hiruzen as he ran towards the masked man.
"Wise choice, Lord Third. I shall take my leave now." The man said as he warped out of sight.
"No!! Stop right there!!" He said, but it was to no vail as the man disappeared.
He quickly turned to the remaining crying boy on the ceremonial altar. He was alright, but there was a problem the seal was not visible anywhere on the boy's body, and he knew if the kyūbi was not within the boy, the village elders were going to make a farce of this.
With a sigh, he looked at the now sleeping boy again, only to find the seal slowly becoming translucent on his body.
"You must have thought about this, huh Minato? Always a step ahead." He thought as he looked at the fourths body. "He not only sacrificed one but two of his children truly a selfless Hokage." Hiruzen added.
The masked man looked at the boy whom he could have sworn he had the seal on him, but now it was gone. "Curse you, Minato Namikaze." The man growled as he tightened his fist.
He looked at the boy before him. "useless." He muttered. "Zetsu!! Discarded the baby." A figure being both black and white symmetricaly with green hair emerged from the ground with venus trap like extensions that emerged from their sides, enveloping their head and upper body as a shell.
"On it." it said with a friendly, higher-pitched voice. Before a deeper voice erupted from that same entity. "Do you really think it is wise to let the child of two of the most powerful ninja Konoha has ever created go?? With the right tutelage, he could grow up to be a very reliable pawn."
"Promising as he is, I'm not playing babysitter."
"You don't have to. Just set him up with people who will be willing to raise him." The entity named Zetsu added.
The man nodded. This was an idea that could grow very beneficial for them if executed right.
A few months after Hashirama's cell's stabilized with his body, the boy underwent intense surgery in the hands of Orochimaru supervised by pain the surgery was to replace the boys violet eyes with the Sharingan with some improvements on the optic nerve mainly composed of Shin's unique genetic makeup.
The boy was under the care of the masked man his body healed and adjusted to the new set of eyes at abnormal speeds due to his Uzumaki genes and Hashirama cells. The baby was supplied chakra by Zetsu to keep the demanding Uchiha eyes from killing him from chakra exhaustion.
In a few months, his eyes revert from a three tomoe Sharingan back to being onyx black eyes.
Orochimaru speculated that due to his still developing brain and the help of Shin's cells the his brain mimicked that of the Uchiha to minimize the amount of chakra sent to the wondering curious eyes of the boy. This really intrigued the Orochimaru as asked to run more tests before the boy is secured in a secret base.
On his first birthday, he was left on the doorstep of a farming family in a small village not far from the hidden rain village. The family happily took the red-headed boy in and named him the same name who ever abandoned him named him.
Five years later
The redheaded boy walked back home with a straw basket on his shoulders he had run an errand for his injured father to deliver a basket of vegetables to a nearby village. The whole journey going to that said village and back took an entire day. Nonetheless, the straining journey for a boy of six years old he was happy for to day was his birthday. The sun had set, yet the sky was still bright enough for him to see his way.
Within no time, he arrived at the small house they grew up on, the fact that the lights were of at this time of day sent shivers down his spine as he shrugged it of as he rushed in to the house.
Taking off his shoes at the door, he called out. "I'm home!." But he got no response in return. He decided to go look for them. Maybe they were hiding, planning to surprise him, he thought. A sharp pain erupted from his neck as he lost muscle control, and his vision blurred before everything went dark.
His nap was disturbed by squeaking and moaning. The boy groaned, his blurry vision came across a pool of blood under him, and he traced the blood to the source. His eyes shot wide open as he hellish screamed, crawling away from the nightmarish figure before him, his arms where shivering, his voice tr.
It was His father, the man he had grown up to admire. His eyes were still open. His guts were sliced opened and his hands pinned to the wall.
A figure from behind him picked him up by his collar implanted him fist in his diaphragm, knocking the air out of his lungs before slamming him on the wall next to his father.
"Sit your ass down and enjoy the show like your father brat!!" The man said as the boy tried to catch his breath.
Now that the man mentioned it, the boy turned his attention to what woke him in the first place . The moaning and squeaking that he heard.
Looking at the direction in which his father's corpse was watching, he came across a very disturbing image of his heavily pregnant mother naked, bent over towards him, tears running down her eyes as a man vigorously slammed himself inside her.
"Menma!!!LOOK AWAY!!DON'T LOOK AT ME!!!"The woman cried out only to be slapped by another before he too started to vigorously fuck her mouth.
Doing as his mother asked of him, the now named Menma closed his eyes shut and turned his head away.
He soon cried out as a blade impaled his hand, pinning it to the floor before forcing him to look.
For the next hours, the boy watched his mother getting physically and sexually abused. He couldn't do anything he felt useless for the first time in his life he yearned for control, control of his now numb body, control of his mind, control over his emotions, control of these men's life.
The men finally done let go of the woman covered in semen as she crawled to console her son. Just mere inches away from him, the men cut her head of clean it rolled to Menma's feet.
Menma looked at the now lifeless eyes of his mother before letting out a hellish cry, making the man flinch. Sharp woods emerged from the boy, impaling anything in their vicinity, including the three men. The rate at which this occurred it was almost instantaneous.
Menma laid there embracing the corpse of his parents tears flowing down his cheeks turned into blood as his onyx black eyes turned blood red with tree tomoe in each eye the three tomoe enlarged the tails of the tomoe attached to the pupil thus the pinwheel looked similar to a maelstrom.
Menma buried his parents in the backyard before leaving. He took whatever money he could find in the house and aimlessly set his way, tears falling down his face with every step.
Rain poured down as a small smile graced his face. " It seems that I have lost this year again, Mother. It rains again on my birthday." He thought as he strolled in the rain, going to where the road was leading him.
"Walking in the rain like this might get you sick, boy." Menma raised his head to look at the person who said that. He wore a purple lined black cloak with an orange mask with a black flame.
Konohagakure.
Even in the land of fire, it was raining four stone faces looked down on the famous village, Konohagakure. The village that came out victorious in both the second and third great shinobi war.
A blond haired boy with thin whisker marks sat on his small apartment with bandages next to him as he treated his wounds. Like all his past birthdays, he had gotten beaten up for sins that were not his.
The boy laid back on his bed, hissing as the pain that irrupted from his ribs while moving. With a sigh, he knew he had to go to the hospital to get glared on by the staff, for his ribs.
Tears escaped his eyes. he hated living in this cold apartment alone. He wished he had parents too, someone to care for him to love him unconditionally. He was grateful for the Third Hokage for being in his life, but he couldn't fill that empty hole that could only be filled by a parent's love.
He closed his eyes in an attempt to escape to the world of dreams. Only to woken up by the sound of dripping.
He opened his eyes to an underground complex, with pipes running along the ceiling and various hallways. The floor is flooded with a shallow layer of water. The Curious six year old followed the dripping sound to a giant cage with secured by a sheet of parchment with "seal" (封) written on it.
A growl irrupted accompanied with intense killing intent, sending the boy to his knees as he gagged and struggled to breathe. He had experienced glares with animosity toward him, but this was a hundred times worse, no a thousand times worse.
Giant blood red slighted eyes fixated on him.
"You hate me too, don't you." The boy said. "What did I do to you?? Let me guess I killed your wife??" He added as he tightened his fist. "May it was your son!? your husband!? Your father!!, your daughter!? He yelled as he angrily punched the water.
"I'M SORRY THAT I WAS BORN!!!!" He roared as he cried.
The entity behind the cage simply groaned before he closed his eyes. While it didn't show it, the entity pitied the boy, He hated humans, but he was wise enough not to project his hate on a mere prison cell. The kid was as much a victim here as it was, and it knew it.
"Shut up, brat!!!" The entity roared in a deep manicing voice, causing the boy to stiffen in fear. "I healed your wounds now, leave." It added.
"Huh?" The boy voiced his confusion.
"You were complaining about going to sick medical attention, were you not?"
"Uhm.. yeah."
"You won't need to now." The entity said.
The boy walked towards the seal, the intity becoming more visible as he got closer. Standing before the massive cage, he looked in awe at the giant red-orange furred fox with black fur around its red eyes that stretched up to its ears and nine long swiping tails.
He tried to walk past the bars only for the fox to glare with murderous intent, knowing what's best for him the boy simply sat down his back against the cage above him being the paper that held the cage shut.
"So what did I do to you?" The boy asked.
"I don't hate you, boy." The boy quickly turned to look at the fox with a warm big smile on his face.
"Neither am I your friend." The fox added, but it didn't do much good as the boy returned to his sitting position.
That was good enough for him. There was someone else who didn't hate him besides the Third Hokage.
~end~
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P.S. Do you all think Naruto should still pursue his dream of being hokage??
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