Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhoods ❯ Childhood of Zetsu ( Chapter 1 )

Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhood of Zetsu

Thanks:
To my wonderful beta-er, Nika.


Disclaimer:
I don’t own Naruto, nor Hannibal. All credits go to Kishimoto and Thomas Harris.


When I was almost ten, I came across a little girl. She was at least twice as young and twice as little as I was, but she always gave me candy when we met.

Sometimes I saw her in the park, and we would play tag.

Sometimes I saw her in the mall, and we would both beg for candy.

She was my little girl friend, and we were inseparable.

One day, I tried teaching her to write her own name. She never got any further than the first letter, but both of us did not care. She was proud she could draw the letter M, and I was proud because I taught her to.

We got closer. She was five, I was ten. She was a girl, and I was a boy. She was intelligent for her age, I was considered stupid. She was pretty to look at, I was damn ugly. She had many friends, I was the local outcast. She was her parents’ pride and joy, I was the disgrace of the family.

One day, she did not come to the park anymore. And I didn’t see her at the mall either. She was just gone, without a trace.

I tried searching for her, but I was out of luck. My parents didn’t want to hear one more word about my girl friend. They never liked her, it appeared.

I never saw her again.

I never heard of her again.

And after a while, I never thought of her again.


I began to bury myself in books. I especially loved books where the main characters had problems (as I had!), for example Christopher John Francis Boone in ‘The Curious accident with the dog in the night’.

But my favourite book was ‘Hannibal’.

Hannibal grew to be my idol, my example. He was the one who I wanted to be when I would grow up. Everyone knew who Hannibal was! Everyone knew how charming and cool Hannibal was! Everyone knew how awesome Hannibal’s cutting skills were!

And I? I wanted to be cool too.

So I began my own search. Be gone with the boring, lame and ugly Zetsu. And say Hello to the New and Improved Zetsu: A true Hannibal.

I didn’t have a sister named ‘Mischa’, so I simply named my girl friend Mischa.

I didn’t have eleven fingers in total, so I simply pretended the eleventh was already removed in surgery a long time ago.

I didn’t have great human insight, so I simply started reading every psychology book I could get my hands on in the hope to gain some more.

I didn’t have an undying thirst for human blood, so I simply made little cuts on my arms and at least tried to enjoy the copper taste of my own blood.

I didn’t have the need to kill people around me, so I simply killed our pet goldfish Freddie (which tasted awful), our pet rabbit Fluffy (which tasted too furry) and out pet cat Spooky (which tasted the best of all).

And last, but not least, I didn’t have an eerie personality like Dr. Lecter did, so I simply took drastic measures.


It was a cold and rainy night when I broke into the then closed Ninja Academy. There I successfully stole the secret Ninja Scrolls. Someone almost caught me, but since I had already practised my awesome cutting skills on Spooky (which really tasted neat on my mommy’s cooking grill) he was no longer a match for me. With my awesome cutting skills he was dead in a snap. And did I say my cutting skills were awesome?

(By the way, I must say that my first encounter with real human blood wasn’t as great and astounding as I thought it would be)

I snuck the scrolls, which were now covered in blood because I had accidentally forgotten to wash my hands after I had took a few not-so-tasty bits out of that guard, in my bedroom. There I opened them, and I began to read.

I didn’t bother to check every forbidden technique. I was just looking for something that would give me the same eerie personality as Dr. Lecter, my idol.

I searched, and found.


The next day I successfully transformed myself into a Venus flytrap.

I killed eighty percent of my village, ate four hearts, three brains and one finger before leaving.

People called me insane.

I called myself ‘Hannibal’.

I never found my Mischa back, but that’s okay. I’m an awesome Venus flytrap now.