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CHAPTER 19

Deidara's eyes cracked open and he groaned, trying to reach for his head to rub at the throbbing pain in his temple but he couldn't move. He struggled a bit but then realised that there was no light in the room whatsoever, and the fact that he couldn't move at all. He tried to open the mouths on his palms but for some strange reason, they weren't responding, much like his whole body. It felt like he was made out of wood. From the little awareness he got, seeing as the film over his eyes wasn't out yet, he found that he was standing on a slanted table, strapped down by his wrists, ankles, thighs, stomach, chest and neck.

'How am I even alive?' he asked himself. He vividly remembered looking on in an out-of-body experience as the Leader of Wave watched him sink.

He remembered struggling for breath, feeling the harsh burning from lack of oxygen spread from his chest like a flower and the air bubbles he was spitting out as he screamed.

He shook off the memories and opened his mouth. "Hello!"

After this he heard an iron door being unlocked and opened; he hissed from the beam of light that hit him, his eyes dilating before he managed to close the. He hesitantly opened them again but found out that he was again plunged back into hellish darkness. There was a distinct sound of heavy footfalls approaching him, and he put on his brave face and prepared a snarl for whoever it was; if he was going to die, then he would die with his pride. The person reached up and tugged down a string attached to a light source. A sharp beam of light fell on Deidara's blonde head; he tilted his head down, away from the light.

This person coughed into his hand and tapped his pen onto his clipboard, holding a few sheets of paper in place. The only distinguishable feature was the man's short half-white, half-black hair with a Wave forehead protector holding it all together and a pair of wire-rimmed reflective glasses; the rest of what he had on was inky black, merging with the darkness behind him like he was a floating head and tan, sleeveless arms.

"Bear with me, this is a formality," was the first thing the person said. He cleared his throat and said, "You may call me Woshi. What is your name?"

"Like hell, you don't know," the mad bomber spat, still straining for his hand mouths to move, but again they were unresponsive.

"I see." Woshi scribbled something down on his clipboard. "How old are you?"

"Fuck off." He bared his teeth in defiance, taking a leaf from Hidan's book.

The man hummed and jotted it down. "And from where?"

"Kiss my ass."

Woshi chuckled and wrote it down. "Alright. That's a good one. Let's start all over again." He gently dropped his clipboard somewhere in the darkness beside him and cracked his knuckles. "I have been told to get every drop of information out of you, whether I have to take it from you willingly or not. Will you cooperate?"

"Again, kiss my ass." The mad bomber smirked and relaxed on his slanted table, still unable to move.

Woshi laughed quietly and lifted a piece of paper before Deidara; a small seal was drawn in it. "You see this seal? It's a creation from the Lord Leader called the Truth seal. Whoever it touches would forever be cursed, to tell the truth until Master Naruto or I remove it," he said all of this boredly. He waved the seal in front of the captive man's face, making Deidara flinch away slightly. He recalled in vivid colours the display of fuinjutsu mastery by the one Woshi called Master Naruto. "You've made me angry, so I won't be using this on you…yet." He slipped it back into his jounin vest. He cracked his neck loudly and looked over the slanted table Deidara was tied to at the one-way glass far behind Deidara's line of sight before he looked back at the bomber. "Let us begin,"

He grabbed Deidara's face in his hands, making sure to cover his eyes, and harshly punched his stomach, not stopping until he had the blonde wheezing. He removed his hand and was forced to dodge a glob of spit from the mad bomber. Woshi shook his head in exasperation and reached into the darkness, bringing out a burlap sack and covering the prisoner's head. He continued dealing out his stomach punches, when he noticed the victim's head was lolling to his chest he lifted the sack a bit and stuck two smelling salt containers, small enough, into his nose and continued punching the poor blonde. Woshi smirked slowly and dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on Deidara's head after a solid ten minutes of non-stop punching.

Diedara sputtered and coughed, a small trickle of blood fell from his mouth and he shivered, dry heaving. A right hook across his face had him hurl up some mucus and blood from his mouth, he was gasping for air and another punch to his face, this time the other cheek, had tears well up in his eyes. He clenched them shut; refusing to cry in front of anyone, but the next punch, a fist covered with a metal duster, met his cheek. His pained pants echoed around the room and the worst part was that Woshi hadn't asked his questions yet.

Diedara simply tried to lift his head and spit out some blood at his interrogator, but he couldn't in time for another iron punch to smash into his stomach.

He whimpered quietly, tears dripping from his eyes, some mucus from his nose and blood cascading down his mouth to his neck like a waterfall. Another punch met his sore belly and he tried to hunch over but his neck restraint as well as the seal restraints on the table prevented him from doing that.

Woshi noticed that he was trying to bite off his tongue so he would forever keep whatever secrets he had and summarily picked a pair of tongs from the darkness and held it in place on the bloody Deidara's tongue, he then clamped down a bit and savoured in the little sob Deidara gave, he let go. Deidara shook his head, trying to get his closing eyes to see again, his head lolled from one side to the other and he grunted when he heard fingers snap in front of him, vaguely noticing that the smelling salts in his nose weren't as effective as they initially were.

His bleary eyes looked at the wide, toothy grin Woshi now wore. "Are you ready to talk now?" Deidara nodded; one way or the other information would be gotten out of him, through a seal or by him and after that, he expected a painful death. The blonde's eyes snapped open in a burst of energy and before he could bite off his tongue a seal was slapped onto his forehead, the kanji for truth glowed softly, "I like my meat tough, and you, my friend are tough. First question…what is your name?"

The Iwa bomber clamped his mouth shut with all his might but it still flew open. "Deidara," he said it clearly and smoothly, defying the state he was in presently; his eyes were closed shut and there were purple bruises on his cheeks and his chin.

"Now was that so hard?"

"…Yes."

Behind Deidara was a one-way glass where the six village leaders spectated. Samsato scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "They don't make them like they used to anymore, huh?"

Rinsuki chuckled. "He certainly is brutal. I'll give him that."

Naruto shrugged. "Woshi prefers his victims to be more… cooperative." He winced when he witnessed yet another punch across Deidara's face even though the blonde was telling the truth about whatever the Hoshi ninja was saying. "He seems to have some pent-up anger issues."

"You think?" all winced again from a gut punch, then another. Yumi composed herself again and turned to Naruto. "What do you need the Iwa missing ninja for?"

"I need all I can get; a group of S-rank ninjas cannot be without a leader or a primary meeting point." Seeing as Wave had been interfering with most of the Akatsuki's dealings and delaying their goal it was understandable. Add in the fact that Naruto alone was the most protected jinchuriki they had ever encountered; making every plan they made to kidnap him moot. Naruto could only imagine this 'Leader's' frustration.

Naruto couldn't interrogate Itachi for all he needed because Tsunade had explained to him that the Uchiha was a spy in the Akatsuki ranks. He would have to report to her before he could report to Naruto. The Senju had taken Itachi back to Konoha two days ago and Naruto was still awaiting a report. For now, they would have to make do with Deidara, mainly because Hidan couldn't say a sentence without adding a curse word or nine in. Any blow would only serve to enrage Woshi even more because the jashinist loved the pain, it seemed.

Now with the ominous warning of a shinobi created just to destroy him hovering over his head and the fact that Iwagakure may only be attacking his country because he is the Yondaime's son, thinking that the minor villages he was allied to weren't strong enough to match up to Hidden rock and Hidden Sound, Naruto's gut feeling was getting worse. A year was a long time to train somebody; it was either Orochimaru wanted to take his time or Sasori's spy had given an overestimation. Naruto decided to adopt the latter.

As the interrogation dragged on longer than an hour the leaders began to leave, saying that they had urgent issues to meet up with. Naruto understood their situation; they had their villages to lead as well but at the same time they didn't want to leave and make him think they were only with him for his security prowess. He politely nodded as well and allowed them to go back and attend to their village matters, when they left, he called the Hoshi ninja who had been questioning Deidara and told him to write a detailed report and drop it in his office the following morning.

There was a system of tunnels and hallways under the leader's tower, so complicated was it that if you weren't with a guard or you weren't Naruto you would have died trying to find your way out of the maze. Small, soft glowing, white bulbs of light were attached to the wall, providing enough light to the blonde for him to walk to another section of underground rooms. He stopped at the same room he had first brought in Rat, Mole and Frog; now there were no tables, just an empty room with dull yellow paint on the walls. He quietly closed the door there and sealed it off from outsiders before he sat down in the middle of the room in a meditative position and put his palms together.

Unlike what most believed, Jiraiya included, Naruto did not have full control of his Kyuubi chakra; he could only control up to six of the tailed beast tails before he lost his mind and succumbed to insanity.

Even though his tailed beast containment seal was a work of art by his father; it allowed his chakra to flow with Kyuubi's, mixing it and making it denser and more volatile by the month, it still took an active effort on the part of both jinchuriki and beast to control the strength. All were aware of the fact that Naruto and Kurama were in perfect agreement, a tag team that could only be compared to that of the eight tails and his jinchuriki, but the main thing that was slowing down the boy's development when it came to controlling Kyuubi's pure chakra and not the mixture of his and Kurama's was age.

Naruto was ever-growing, ever-developing.

Naruto, of course, had altered his tailed beast containment seal.

He had connected the seal directly with his chakra beam seal, making it able to either mix with his chakra or at least one of his affinities. The other thing he did was to connect Kurama with Daku, with limited success; the dark shadow could only get Kyuubi's chakra if he was within a mile of Naruto or else Daku's seal would burn and destroy the dark shadow, leaving Naruto to reform his loyal servant out of scratch. He had created an added assurance that he would be able to control his and Kurama's chakra. The last thing Naruto did was create a store of chakra that his and Kyuubi's chakra would be leaking into, mixing.

Kurama was personally in charge of controlling the volatile combination of chakra seeing as he was the only one so far that had the most volatile chakra in history. The purpose of this chakra store was that if by some crazy chance, Naruto had his chakra capacity drained he would have something even more powerful to fall back on. The purple chakra store was his backup chakra capacity; it worked like his chakra high seal but instead of making him more blissful it made him demonic in a sense. Any witnesses of him tapping into the seal in his containment room would testify that he would truly look like he was one with the fox and that he was very bloodthirsty. Naruto might have been a dream example of a jinchuriki, Kurama had said so himself, but he was still a thirteen-year-old boy who hadn't fully grasped the full power of the tailed beast in his stomach. That was why the child had converted the very room he was meditating from an interrogation room to a containment room where he would practise holding beast chakra in him.

The seals in the four corners of the room would keep a close eye on his brainwaves and when they noticed that he was far out of control wrought iron jinchuriki restraint chains would shoot out of the corners and hold him down before he got out of control. There were also suppression seals so no one would notice what he was doing and silencing seals in case he ever laughed too loudly. It was the same seal she placed around his hidden training ground in Konoha whenever he was training Yakumo to use her beast chakra.

Naruto was in his combat uniform except for his forearm and shin protectors, which had been even more reinforced so they wouldn't get torn up like last time. There was silence and a little hazy red chakra began bubbling on his skin, fizzing up more and more until a single red tail shot out behind him, connected to his tailbone. His usual limp, dull blonde hair now swayed as if it was in the wind; another tail joined the first. The two tails were waving above him and making smooth motions around like they were sentient,

"Yes. Now hold it like that." Kyuubi grunted and from within his seal he observed a massive tree that was sitting in the centre of a sea of red chakra. Naruto had cut the flow of his blue chakra and allowed the Kyuubi's to flow into the well of the chakra.

It worked like a dam, of sorts; there were four exits and two openings, Naruto would first open the four exits so his chakra would pool out and gather somewhere else, leaving only a tiny drop before the Kyuubi chakra entered and dissolved that drop. It usually took thirty minutes of meditation to clear out Naruto's chakra. The tree was a seal construct that was not made of wood, but when one would look at it closely they would see various kanji moving up and down the bark and the branches. The branches were overhanging and dipped into the chakra around it, seeing as it was situated on an incredibly small island, while the roots rose a little from the ground but still plunged into the chakra. The tree was to carefully control the flow and speed as either chakra moved out to Naruto, it had helped Naruto's chakra control his chakra immensely but he wasn't anywhere near perfect.

Two more tails were added into the fray and when Kyuubi felt the trunk of the tree he noticed that it was heating up. Naruto was still in control though; his face was only scrunched up lightly from holding his tails still. When the sixth tail came the seal tree was set on fire. Kyuubi kept his hand on though and lent a helping hand. Now Naruto had protruding canines and a dot on his nose that was to symbolise a Kitsune's snout. More overhanging branches dipped into the water Kyuubi watched, interested, as it constantly sucked his chakra in and spat it out from the roots, creating a cycle. The storm that was his chakra let up a bit from the tree's actions but only small waves splashed around and bubbled. A seventh tail sprouted from under Naruto.

"Alright. That's enough!" Kyuubi yelled and Naruto barely caught it. He forced four of his exit gates to open and sighed in relief when the demon chakra left him, relaxing even more when his chakra filled up the well.

Naruto's shoulders sagged as he sighed again; he never liked this training, but he had been assured by his tailed beast that it would get easier once he mastered it, like with his taijutsu.

"Ready to go again?"

As Naruto nodded, a swirling vortex opened up behind him and a hand reached out, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him in. He disappeared like he wasn't there in the first place, just as his containment room sounded a silent alarm to Daku and Mole.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Lord Third, do you think it's wise to wage war against Wave? That country is very well guarded and well connected," the third Tsuchikage's son said quietly as he followed his father through the village's ANBU training ground, acting as the older man's guard as well as supervising the training the ninjas were going through in preparation for the Wave invasion.

"That little village is no match for my shinobi,"

"Wave is allied with Smoke, Fang, Marsh, Chill, Waterfall, Konoha, Suna and Kiri," the other man smartly pointed out, because quite frankly three villages weren't enough to defeat Iwagakure but eight? It was suicide and his old Kage father was still too blind to see it.

"Numbers do not mean anything to me. I have defeated battalions of Konoha shinobi without dropping a sweat,"

"So has the Yellow Flash," the son whispered, making sure no one heard him; that moniker and the name of the bearer were taboo in Hidden Rock, "and it is his son that leads Wave."

"Just because they are related does not mean they are equals." Oonoki stopped and crossed his arms, watching over the intense training his black ops shinobi were undergoing.

"Yes, but he has already made a name for himself as a reputable ninja and he is thirteen." He couldn't emphasise this enough. The little intel they had gathered about the boy from his time in Konoha was that he had taken down the one tails, he had helped force the snake Sannin to flee, he had created an S rank attack only he could use, he had led the charge in the Hoshigakure invasion. The boy had done so many things and his father was too stubborn to see that Naruto could as well have every possible counter for every possible attack; his village was impenetrable for crying out loud. His father kept quiet but spared him a seething glare.

"Do not tell me you are afraid of that yellow maggot."

"I will gladly die for Iwa but I am trying to tell you—"

"That is enough."

"The Wave leader is just too—"

"I said enough!" his voice rang out over the training and everyone stopped to look at him; Oonoki waved his hand so they would continue with what they had been doing.

Kitsuchi stepped back in shock but still kept talking, making sure to do so gently, "You cannot keep holding this grudge in your heart, Dad. Long ago, Iwa and Kumo destroyed Uzushio but Wave is on friendly terms with Kumo. Naruto offered an olive branch to you by informing you about this S-rank organisation's goals and you turned him away." Oonoki remained stubbornly silent and Kitsuchi sighed tiredly. "I have already forgiven his father. Why can't you?"

Here Oonoki whirled around on his feet and levitated so he was at eye level with his tall son. "Minato took away the ones I love. He took away your mother, he took away your sister, he took away your wife," he said this intimidatingly under his breath, snarling at Kitsuchi. Kitsuchi chose to keep his mouth shut and allowed the man to continue. "He took away millions of other families, he orphaned children, and he disgraced the name of Iwagakure."

Kitsuchi frowned sharply. "They were shinobi."

"Regardless, I will not stop until every Namikaze is dead." Kitsuchi closed his eyes in defeat.

The Tsuchikage spun around and flew to his office, leaving Kitsuchi to stand alone. The man shook his head, walked out of the training ground and abruptly stopped in a busy market. He reached to his right, to a wall, and pulled out a brown-haired girl wearing a chunin flak jacket. The girl nervously scratched the back of his head under his accusing eyes,

"How much did you hear, Kurotsuchi?"

She straightened up. "Everything." She looked to where her grandfather had flown to. "Why do you think he is so insistent?"

Kitsuchi slowly smiled at her, realising that she did not entirely blame Naruto for her not having a mother. Not entirely but it was still progress; a year ago the mere mention of Naruto, whether as a ramen topping or not, would make her go into a wild tantrum of fiery destruction.

The thing that had her sit down and think about her rage was when Naruto had not gone to war with Kumo or Iwa, rather she was hearing that they were having talks. That and she had been in the room when a letter had reached her Tsuchikage grandfather, telling him the S rank organisation's main mission, the same S rank organisation that Iwa had been using to make shady dealings all over the elemental nations.

Naruto had indirectly offered his assistance to them and the Tsuchikage had declared it as an insult to them. Iwa, like every other hidden village, had a history book and the Hidden Rock took great pride in crushing Whirlpool.

Naruto's poor upbringing wasn't a secret anymore and she had asked herself what would have happened to him if Hidden Whirlpool wasn't destroyed. Naruto didn't hold any grudge toward Lightning or Rock, or he would have declared war against both right off the bat. She would have said that it was what he deserved for what his father had done but Naruto was born many years after the third shinobi war, a time Naruto wasn't even born. Plus the life of a shinobi was shaky and uncertain, that was what she had learnt in the academy, and Minato had only been performing his duty to Hidden Leaf, as appalling as it sounded. Minato took no pleasure in killing anyone, the Yondaime was reputed for only striking back when the aggressor was one going after what he strode to protect, just like Naruto when he had invaded Hoshigakure.

Learning more and more of Naruto Uzumaki's life in Konoha was a humbling experience; the blonde boy had taken his sorrow and his loneliness and channelled it all into fuinjutsu. Most had said that he learnt seal work merely to find a place where he could finally find peace and strive to preserve that peace for as long as possible, and he had found his peace in Wave. Her grandfather's anger at a person who wasn't even responsible for the massacre was almost unfounded. Naruto had all right to blame Iwa and Kumo for his sadness but he didn't. As young as Kurotsuchi was, sixteen years old, she knew when her village was outmatched, and a two-on-nine, possibly ten, battle wasn't going to be an easy or possible win.

All would have expected that it was the children to hold the death grudges and for the adults to convince them otherwise but this was not the case.

Kitsuchi put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and led her through the market to their home. "Hate has taken over his heart. I only hope he doesn't let it reign."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Zetsu was as cunning as he was versatile. As the fight between Wave and Akatsuki raged on he used the chance made by Kisame when the defences had been down to slip into the village. He didn't waste any time creating white Zetsu clones to run around, out of sight, and collect whatever information about the village they could.

They had been barred from the Leader's office, the DARK headquarters and the S rank section of the library but everything else was free game. Black Zetsu had personally gone to the library to read up on anything of value, seeing as every civilian and shinobi below chunin were in the underground bunkers while a few DARK ninjas, the jounin and chunin guarded the bunkers, the rest guarded the major buildings in Wave and watch the fights going on. This left a small hole in security for Zetsu to pass through.

He had skimmed through an abridged history of Wave; the island country had been created from a monumental earth and water jutsu by an unknown Uzumaki missing ninja who had died on the same soil evading capture from his countrymen. The new island had been close enough to shore for people to notice it so Water country merchants and traders moved there in droves, making the place a nerve point for trading of any sort since the land was large enough for all. It had been officially named Wave Country simply because it was close to the sea and waves usually washed near the shores. A few years later Gato came and discovered the natural resources under the ground, convincing the elders in charge of Wave for him to make there his permanent headquarters, but he had turned behind them and mercenaries to forcefully take charge of the island country. Wave didn't have any shinobi at the time; it was merely a peaceful trading point but violence and chaos came a week after Gato did. The fat man's reign had been a cruel one where children became orphans, plant life died, sea life faded away; and people lived dirt poor even going as far as to contemplate cannibalism.

Then a saviour came in the form of Daku.

Though Daku's campaign had been a silent one there were speculations on how he won the fight. The history book said he ran headfirst into a million A rank ninja and defeated them; another part raised a rumour that Daku had fallen from the sky and had obliterated Gato's stronghold. The fact remained that the people of Wave readily agreed to be under Daku's great master's rule.

The great master ruled Wave well, first using the meagre supplies to build two medium-sized boats where fish and rice could be transported out of Wave and sold in a neutral village, Hidden Waterfall or Hidden Darkness. Then Waterfall approached Daku and presented the idea for the four minor villages it was allied to fully ally with each other.

That was when Naruto revealed himself.

Most confused the boy for a person in his late teens and up till this point he still refrained from telling them his age. From the point where what was dubbed 'The Six Minor Village Alliance' was created in the Wave leader's office, it had been a steady movement upwards.

Each more developed village in the alliance provided capable shinobi for Wave to perform missions and man the shinobi and part of the civilian system until it reached the point that Wave could take charge on its own. Relations between the six minor villages were still as strong as ever, if not stronger, so it didn't surprise anyone that two trains had been constructed for the primary reason of connecting the villages even more and moving their citizens and resources from one village to another. The railways started in Marsh and moved through Fang then through some mountains to Chill on one side, on the other side solid stone and iron had been constructed over the sludge and swamps around Marsh to a hidden access point in Waterfall, then a complicated construction of a track that went over the water to Wave was made. Even still transportation on a boat was still favoured by some of the populace since that was what they were used to; train transportation was still highly used for those in a rush to move to another allied village.

Then mutual alliances had been formed first with Konohagakure, a trade and military alliance where aid would be given when aid was needed but this didn't give the major village full reign over any of the 'Minor Six', the same had been done with Sunagakure and Kirigakure. The history books even raised rumours that the six village leaders were on friendly ties with Kumogakure. A possible mutual alliance in the future. It mentioned the Minor Six's conquest of Hoshigakure after an unnecessary act of aggression as well as the successful addition of the Hoshi clan into the shinobi and civilian system. The book also talked about the infrastructure, water, electrical, trading and military advancements in Wave but Zetsu didn't care about that.

The plant man went straight to the high A rank fuinjutsu section of the library and looked for anything that would help him slip through the seal borders of Wave. He couldn't find a replica of the seals tattooed inside the sentry posts at the gates in outer and inner Wave but he did find another thing of closer value. A barrier ninjutsu created by the Godaime Uzukage that had trapped his opponents in a force field where he was the focal point so no one could escape; he had used this seal when Uzushio had been invaded. That and he sealed all that remained in his self-barrier ninjutsu when he had finally been held down with the same seal Danzo had on his chest, the reverse four symbol sealing.

Zetsu pocketed the Reverse Self-Barrier Ninjutsu and moved on to find whatever could give him an edge over the level nine-and-a-half blonde seal master. He sensed that the fights were rounding up and very soon the barrier would be set back in place so he hastily copied three more barrier seals and left.

Zetsu went back to Hidden Rain to report to Pein on all he had found and as expected the rinnegan holder was less than happy about it.

Pain did eventually collect the barrier ninjutsu hand seals and memorised them; it took him two full days to learn the seal seeing as it wasn't complex but it was still fairly hard, his former sensei, Jiraiya of the Sannin, had laid the foundations for fuinjutsu in his students. Nagato, Konan and their dead best friend, Yahiko, were all former students of the toad Sannin. It was war and death that had corrupted Nagato's heart. Though it had taken him half an hour to learn ninjutsu.

Pein was presently sitting on his throne in the highest room in the Amekage tower; he was staring outside the wall-sized window at all of the buildings in Ame.

The rain fell from the sky like Kami was crying, mourning for all the village alone had gone through and all it was still going to go through. Nagato closed his eyes and opened them again, slowly. His eyes were now hard with determination and behind him, the six coffin-like protrusions from the ground all opened. Out walked his six paths of Pein and they mutely looked at each other, then at their summoner, Pein. The large chakra-conducting pipes that were deep in the rinnegan holders' backs rose more than six feet in the air, they could feel the clear connection from Pain to the paths.

Konan stood beside Pein and quietly walked to where her dead best friend's re-animated corpse stood, her expression was blank when she saw that Pein still hadn't turned to anyone; his eyes were fixed outside the window, staring at everything and nothing at all.

Pein rolled his neck and clenched his fingers before he finally spoke to the other silent, but masked, member in the room. "Bring him to me, Madara Uchiha."

Tobi nodded.

From his lone sharingan, the air swirled together and he dipped his arm into the Kamui. He grabbed Naruto by his neck and yanked him back, throwing him on the ground face-first in front of Nagato.

Immediately after letting go of the boy the man held his head and hissed in pain, just realising that Naruto may have had one of his Chakra Control Destruction Seals incorporated into his body; he felt his control fluctuate and the horrible buzzing in his head, distracting him from seeing anything for a while until he forced control back to him. Aptly named, the chakra control destruction seals destroyed any and every iota of control a person had on their chakra.

Naruto gave a pained groan as his face met the ground, just realising that the chakra control destruction seal on him had been used up by his captor. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around; the room was a bit too dark and dreary for him to fully grasp who or what was in the room,

"Uzumaki Naruto." He turned his head when he heard his name. The person was hidden in a dim section of the room, where several black rods loomed over him from the back of his throne. Naruto's hands twitched at the ready.

"Depends on who's asking," he responded, readying himself in case there was a fight.

"I am Lord Pein and you have been a thorn in my side for long enough." From the corner of the throne, he could see the person grasping the arms of the chair strongly. "I will have the Kyuubi, child, but I will rip it out of you last, as you watch all you have built crumble. You will watch all you love die and you will feel pain."

Naruto looked around the dimly lit room. His senses and his sensory seals informed him that there were eight people in the room; the person named 'Lord Pein', another person with slightly fluctuating chakra levels, a female and six more people with the same chakra signature as 'Pein'. The boy closed his right fist and subtly prepared it to fire off beams of energy at his captors.

"You and your bothersome village may have beaten my shinobi." Naruto swivelled around when he felt someone stand five feet in front of him, just outside his automatic defence range. The person who had done so was an orange-haired man with purple rippled eyes.

Kyuubi's eyes widened. "No…"

"But you cannot beat a god," the man with purple ringed eyes said, speaking with the same resolute, sneering tone as Pain.

Naruto looked down sharply and realised that the man's palm was levelled with his chest.

"Kid, get down!" Kurama yelled but it was too late.

"Almighty push."

And with those words, Naruto was blasted out of the office, through solid wood and iron, and into the rain of the six-story building.

Authors note

I hear death bells ringing…

Watch out for the next chapter; don't forget to drop a review.

See you all on the flip side.

Foy.