Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akurei Gijutsu ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

To all the past readers of this story; I'm truly sorry that I removed it from FF. However after listening to the song "Mysteria" by EDGUY; I decided to take a whole new turn on things for this tale. Mysteria is now the theme song of Akurei Gijutsu.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the majority of the characters displayed in this story; they are the belongings and creation of Kishimoto and Sunrise Inc. Neither do I own the lyrics to the song "Mysteria" by EDGUY.

 

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"Mysteria"
-EDGUY

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Freakshow

 

Oh yeah...

 

The world around is killing me

No thunder wind and rain

Eels are crawling everywhere

Come pounding with the game

 

Grind the army, the living dead, without destination

The faceless crowd is out to kill all kinds of variations

 

You're trying to trample down my dreams

A shot in the dark

 

Mysteria - the spirit arising

Eldritch cries form the hill

Mysteria - fires are blazing

Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh

 

Seven days and nights a week

Spinning like a wheel

You try to buckle, bend and break

And polish stainless steel

 

Raging fury in the sky burning with desire

Self-determination rising from the fire

 

You're trying to trample down my dreams

My disdained ideals

Beware of the difference

You've savage and mean - we're a

 

Mysteria - the spirit arising

Eldritch cries form the hill

Mysteria - fires are blazing

Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh

 

Evil is the dreamer to pit himself

Against the forces of the tide

You pay the seer to portray

What you wanna hear what he has seen that night

Oh - unholy is the feast

Watch un dance around the blazing hellfire

And Lucifer arises he appears at my desire

 

Mysteria - the spirit arising

Eldritch cries form the hill

Mysteria - fires are blazing

Their wicked feast is shattering the still oh

 

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Ever since my creation, or birth if you prefer a more humane term; all I have ever heard is how dangerous, unstable or utterly insane I can be when faced with an emotional situation. I find myself agreeing with them more often than I would care to admit. My other half is strongly opposed to that thought; hence my agreement to their consensus. Other, normal people don't have that other self; that relentless inner voice constantly whispering in your ear, barking orders left and right expecting you to actually do them, no matter how strongly you oppose. Right?

 

But lately, I have found myself lost in strange thoughts. Wondering just what was the cause of my derangement? Their whispers? Their deception and glares? Or their outright hostility? And just where did 'she' come from anyway? Had she always been there, was I deaf to her constant calls? Or is she a newer piece of the puzzle of my life? A puzzle with so many more missing pieces left to be found.

 

So. Here I am. Living in this life of tangled lies; lost and alone forever drifting away from the truth. My truth. For my life already past, and those years of which yet to come; I am alone. I have come to accept that as my universal constant. So here I am. Isolated and disoriented. Wandering endlessly, confusedly on the road that is what you would probably most likely call my 'life.' Teetering on the edge of insanity... My sweet insanity; devoid of any thoughts or emotions, not once caring to consider the consequences of my actions and always acting on the moment. Never before have I had to face the endings of my beginnings.

 

This... this is my delusion. My life. My existence. This is my feeling of sweet... ... ... insanity. Six long years of this manner of existence; as marked by the tenth day of the ninth month... as marked by today.

 

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The hunched over figure of a young child of the male gender; lay there, ever still in a room of the purest white. His long reddish-orange hair cascading out around his un-moving body; blocking all but a single, hollow, sapphire blue eye from sight. A blue eye that shone dully; a sapphire orb in a sea of milky white. The child's room was unique, even amongst the other rooms in the Konohagakure no Sato Mental Institution. Decorated solely with a gold trimmed, black-framed mirror resting against the wall at an angle. It was all the boy requested on the day of his admittance to the ward.

 

The child's elongated ears twitched at the knocking sound at his room's door. For him, a knock meant only one thing; the elderly Hokage was coming for his yearly visit. 'The Knock,' as the boy had started calling it to himself in his ever increasing madness symbolized the anniversary of his creation or birth; which it was, he did not know. Today 'The Knock' marked the coming of his sixth year.

 

"Shiroi." The old man's voice called out from beyond the solid white boundary. "May I enter?" His question was left unanswered for a few minutes; the silence leaving a bitter taste in the air for either one.

 

'Of course you can enter you mangy old goat.' Her voice rang out inside the child's mind. 'You run this joint. You can do anything you bloody well please.' The soft, hateful whispering from behind the child's right caused a small shiver to run down his spine.

 

"Enter." The boy called out in an emotionless voice. Truly Shiroi, the young child, had died on the inside sometime in his short, five year lifespan. The memories of 'that' night still fresh in his, and the minds of all those involved.

 

A click. The door's handle had been turned to the opening point. The creak of the un-lubricated hinges echoed through out the room as the door swung open at a painfully slow pace; shivers running down Shiroi's spin with each drawn out screech. Red; the tip of the old man's hate entered the room; followed shortly by his flowing white robes. Next came the golden dragon head of the elder's pipe; his wrinkled face shortly afterwards. A wrinkled face the could only fold further together as he scowled at Shiroi. He hadn't changed, by now he was hoping the young child would have at least made a partial recovery.

 

The child's ears twitched once more as a second set of footsteps echoed into the room. The ageing Hokage had brought another visitor with him this time. Maybe the old man would finally listen to the young child's second request of that night.

 

'More company. Perhaps we should make some tea for them. I believe that is what you human's do for you visitors.' She cried out mockingly; her uproarious laughter following shortly afterwards. Once more the child's spine ran cold at her voice, it always seemed to hold that effect on him.

 

"Dare ka?" Shiroi questioned as the second person carefully and slowly stepped into the ever shrinking room; as if he or she was afraid of talking to the Hanyou child.

 

"My apologies Shiroi." The Hokage spoke out with a slight bow towards the boy. "But I have brought along someone who has recently expressed the desire to train you to be a shinobi for our village." A stern crossed the older man's face as the venomous words escaped his lips; a foul memory still fresh on his age decayed mind.

 

Shiroi cocked his head to the side; a small questioning look in his one visible eye. He had no meaning for the word 'Shinobi' in his head. The situation confused him to a great degree. The white-clad child understood that training would require him to leave his small room; but had not he requested that he was to be placed somewhere where no-one would bother him? But now, the desires and urges of a 'normal' persons superseded his own; once again.

 

"Yes. One of my more trusted sub-ordinates; a Tokubetsu Jounin, requested that she be the one to train you as a shinobi." A small smile crept along the withering Hokage's face at the sheer irony of the whole situation. The council wanted a living weapon to call theirs, but by allowing the Hokage the small condolence of choosing who would be the one to train the boy proved to be their greatest error. Yes, no doubt she would train the child to be loyal to the Hokage, and Konoha... but to be the enemy of the council if so the situation ever calls for.

 

Shiroi turned his attention towards the other visitor; the woman who would apparently become his 'trainer.' The twenty year old woman instantly caused every question, every thought coursing through his mind to halt on their path; his eye began to glaze over at the sight of the woman. Her lively purple hair was tied haphazardly up in the back; a tan-trench coat over a fishnet shirt was all that covered the upper part of her body, accompanied solely by a tight, brown leather mini-skirt covering from her waist line to mid-thigh.

 

"Sonmei ka?" Shiroi asked allowed; his question directed to the still unidentified, purple-haired stranger.

 

"Mitarashi Anko is the name." The woman, now known to Shiroi as Anko replied with a large grin plastered on her face. "Ready to learn how to kill?" The temperature in the room dropped by several degrees at her question; she, and the elderly Hokage could easily feel it on their skin.

 

"Refuse!" Shiroi shouted out in a small burst of un-contained rage; waves of Youkai rolling off his body with each exhale of breath. His sapphire eyes bled into a violent maelstrom of crimson as his temper only continued to grow. Small pools of blood began to form on the floor under his hands; hands in which claw-like fingernails began to dig into the skin of his tightly clenched fists. Blood that instantly burst into flame as it touched the floor of the white room. An elongated canine tooth protruded out from the left side of his mouth.

 

Anko's smile only grew wider at his, although unexpected, most certainly welcomed response. He was perfect! She would train him to kill enemies (and in turn protect the village, but that was an issue not part of her grand scheme.) She would give him power; then she would unleash him on Orochimaru, relishing in the final screams of her former Master and Sensei. 'And we can't forget Konoha, now can we?' A voiced called out from the back of her mind; a voice she has become accustomed to ignoring.

 

'Yes, this boy shall be my new weapon. The living weapon of Mitarashi Anko!' She shouted-out mentally as her body began to shiver and shake with the unrivalled excitement she was feeling. When was the last time she was this happy? Surely it was sometime before Orochimaru had gotten his hands on her; sometime during her academy days. She erupted with laughter.

 

"Anko?" The Hokage asked his purple-haired companion. "You're starting to scare me... again." The old man took a few steps back towards the door as he spoke. The combined laughter of Anko and the murderous rage that was Shiroi's Youkai was... uncomfortable... no it was down right frightening. The elderly man, who already was having bladder problems, was on the verge of soiling himself.

 

"Oh..." Anko suddenly stopped laughing, though her uncontrollable shaking remained. "Sumimasen; just thinking of all the wonderfully fun times he and I will be having soon." The woman began to quiver at a quicker pace; her laughter once more echoing throughout the room as a small sparkle of shear joy was seen in her eye.

 

"Refuse!" Shiroi shouted once more; his rage not letting up. "I won't take the life of another... not again." His reddish-orange hair shimmering in the fluorescent lighting as he trembled in a barely controlled rage. The fires at his feet only growing more and more with each passing moment.

 

"Again?" Anko questioned aloud. As far as she had known, the boy had been placed into the room before he even started at the academy for certain... reasons. She highly doubted that anyone that wasn't in the academy yet would have been physically and mentally able to take someone's life. 'This may be easier than I had thought...'

 

"Yes," the Hokage began to speak solemnly at the painful memories. "The very day he requested to be placed in this room, some terrible.... things happened. He's changed since then. He used to be carefree and energetic... now he just stares at that mirror all day in a pit of self loathing. He hate's himself for what he's become." The elderly man tilted his head in guilt at the trip down memory lane; his eyes overshadowed to cover up the forming tears.

 

"What... has he become?" Anko asked after a moment's hesitation; not really sure if she really wanted to know. But this was her charge, she should probably get to know these things about him eventually. Might as well get it out of the way now.

 

"A Hanyou. He's half demon now Anko." The Hokage replied with a cracking voice.

 

Suddenly, both Anko and the Hokage found it very easy to breath; both of them letting out breathes they didn't know they had been holding in the entire time. Shiroi had let up with his Youkai for a reason currently unknown.

 

"Just... leave me." Shiroi whispered in a silent voice as he fell to the floor in a tangled heap of limbs. "I... I just want to be left alone." Sorrow laced the voice of the young child; the Youkai vanished completely from the room and his features began to return to normal... blue eyes with slit pupils, pointed and lengthened ears; frightening canines and sharp claws that were his fingernails; all slightly less pronounced without his Youkai to enhance them.

 

"No can do Kiddo." Anko replied after a few minutes silence. "On orders of the Council of Elders; Uzumaki Naruto, that's you, is to be trained as a Shinobi of Konohagakure no Sato located in Hi no Kuni. Refusal or failure to do so will result in immediate banishment from the village." She found herself backing up slowly, very slowly after her words; the Hokage mimicking her actions.

 

The fires of rage began to swell up within the small child; bursting forth from his right eye. His physical appearance began to change once more as his orange coloured Youkai began to leak forth from his body once more. This time it wrapped around him like a security blanket... almost.

 

"How... how dare they. Those bastards!" Shiroi/Naruto shouted out in an uncontrollable feral anger. "They just can't leave me alone... can they?"

 

"Naruto..." The Hokage began to speak silently only to be cut off by the enraged Hanyou child.

 

"It's Shiroi!" The boy shouted as loud as he could at the old man; though his voice held no hate towards him. "I... I just want to be left alone." Shiroi/Naruto began to cry as he lay there, unceremoniously on the ground beneath him. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Is... Is it so wrong for me to want that?" Streaks of salt water began to flow over his cheeks as he bowed his head in sorrow.

 

"I... just want to be left alone." Shiroi/Naruto muttered out as he raised himself to his knees, his face cupped in his hands as he wept.

 

'You will never be truly alone. Not as long as I am here. You should know that by now boy.' 'She' cackled out once more from behind those massive iron bars. 'And you can thank that fool Yondaime for that. He and this wretched village should be bowing down at my mercy... our mercy. We could simply...' Her voice was drowned out by the growing sobs of the young child.

 

"Come on Anko." The Hokage said as he made for the door at a steady pace. "We'll leave him be for now... he needs to get this out of his system." He waved his hand in a beckoning motion; indication his desire for Anko to follow his lead.

 

'Or not...' Anko thought to herself as she silently followed the old man out of the room. Her gaze cast over her shoulder to the crying child behind her. His quivering frame and uncontrollable sobs reminded herself just after Orochimaru abandoned her. Her view vanished as the wooden door shut behind her.

 

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The red-haired orderly was waling down the hallways of the Institution when she noticed the Hokage and a female shinobi, a Konuichi she didn't recognize leave 'his' room. The red-headed girl began to panic, why was the Hokage in 'that' room with a shinobi escort? Where was the shinobi's weapon? Had she left it in the room behind her? Had the council and the old man finally given in to the boy's second request? She had made up her mind... she approached the pair.

 

"Hokage-sama." The orderly said with a slight bow directed towards the two shinobi as she spoke. "Is it already that time of the year?"

 

"Oh, Yume-chan." The Hokage replied as he turned around to face the orderly who had somehow managed to sneak up on him. "Yes... unfortunately it has already been two years since 'that' night... he has yet to recover from it. He just won't let her memory go I'm afraid."

 

"Two years..." Yume whispered as she turned her gaze to the ceiling above... The side of her index finger found its way in-between her lips as it always did as she thought. "But... isn't it a good thing that he still remembers her? What would it make him if he had already forgotten?"

 

"Sorry Yume-chan." The Hokage said as he began to walk away, ending this line of conversation. "But Anko and I must be on our way, we have some old farts to see." He stopped walking to curtly return her bow before the two of them rounded the corner of the hallway.

 

Yume was alone again. Standing in the empty hallway of the Institution... outside of 'his' room no less. She too crumpled to her knees and began to cry at the memories of 'that' night. Her weight shifted backwards and to the side slightly so that her body fell silently against the wooden door that marked 'his' room; her ear pressed against the white oak. "Imouto..." Yume's sobs only grew once more at the thought of her now deceased sister... "Otouto..." And the boy she considered to be her younger brother.... and probably would have been later in life had Aori survived that night.

 

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END PROLOGUE
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Hehe... I think the prologue for the new plot line of Akurei Gijutsu turned out quite nicely. I mean; seriously... after listening to Mysteria and some other choice songs whilst trying to type of the remaining chapters of Version 1... I got to thinking that the original plot line was lacking... Yes... Naruto's, known as Shiroi at this point in time, past will be explained as I go along... and the secrets of 'that' night will come out.

First off... YES! I made Kyuubi female for the purpose of this story, no... She will NOT be paired with Naruto... that's just creepy. Secondly... YES! Naruto is a Hanyou, a half-demon.
No, this is not a Naruto x Hinata story as per my standard.... Naruto is paired with TWO OC's for this story.. One already dead, and one yet to be seen.

Secondly; this is going to be a more... dark plot. Yes, the Bijuu and Akatsuki will play a major role. Well... five Bijuu in specific. This story focuses on the Akurei Gijutsu wielders; the bearers of the Elemental Gods. Which five of the Bijuu are by the way.