Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akurei Gijutsu ❯ Society ( Chapter 1 )

Normally, I'd try to avoid basing stories off songs but they do provide the inspiration I need to keep writing. That being said, you'll probably be seeing the lyrics to a new song at least every other chapter; but you're getting another one today as well.

And as an interesting side note; my brother pointed out to me that I uploaded the Prologue of Akurei Gijutsu on Naruto's birthday. He turned six in the Prologue... so it all worked out to the higher ups that enjoy this kind of irony. Go figure.

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"Sleeping with Lions"
-the 69 Eyes

Said you wanted to feel
Cold metal and hard steel
But it cuts in too deep
To see you doing your midnight creep

Somebody hurts you so you're hurting me
The only way it was meant to be
As the lights of neon slowly dim
I can read in flesh
Everywhere you've been

Dreaming of silence
Of the gentle rain
Sleeping with lions
In the temple of pain

Said you wanted to steal
A heart of soul and make a deal
With the danger that you feed
Don't like the monsters that you keep

Somebody hurts you so you're hurting me
The only way it was meant to be
As the lights of neon slowly dim
I can read in flesh everywhere you've been

Dreaming of silence
Of the gentle rain
Sleeping with lions
In the temple of pain.

Dreaming of silence
Of the gentle rain
Sleeping with lions
In the temple of pain.

Dreaming of silence
Of the gentle rain
Sleeping with lions
In the temple of pain.

Dreaming of silence
Of the gentle rain
Sleeping with lions
In the temple of pain.

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Where am I? I used to ask myself that on a daily basis. Light or Dark; which do I reside in? Or... am I the nothingness that can be found in the absence of either. Nothingness, for a while that was the answer I believed to be true, that is to say... until 'she' came along. Now I know I reside somewhere between the Light and the Dark. Twilight and Dawn; those are the times I feel like I'm at home. The Sun in the sky just rising over the horizon, not yet high enough to shun me from it's light. The radiant Moon slowly creeping behind the opposite end; no longer reflecting the light of the Sun.

Aori... even at the age of four, I knew that she and I were to become more than friends. We would most likely have tried the dating thing for a few years after the age of fourteen, gotten married and had some kids. She was to be my savoir from the lonely pits of Hell I was living in; never knowing where my next meal would come from. Then 'that' night happened; and I lost her to the edge of beyond forever. 'We've all made mistakes,' the Hokage said that to me shortly after... he claimed that it was only natural for humans to screw up once in a while. No longer was I human though. I became a Hanyou, a being in between demon and human; a child rejected by both sides.

I cry out to the others like me; I know there must be others. This is a fate that not even the Gods would inflict on only one person... they're not sadistic. No, I know there are others out there like me, suffering from the loneliness like no other. It is my intention to find them one day, and together we could live in a small village of our creation, no longer alone and no longer shunned by the rest.

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Sapphire bled into Ruby as it reflected in the now cracked mirror in the room of purest white. The Ruby reflecting all the malice and rage contained behind it, Sapphire holding it back only showing emotional detachment from everything around it. They were the antithesis of one another; the red of the ruby representing the uncontrollable power contained within, the blue of the sapphire never betraying the wisdom that it released unto the world.

Ruby dulled back into Sapphire as the rage was once more pushed back and concealed behind the bars of iron; but remaining ever present. Blue had beaten Red in this battle; but this is only one of many, the war was yet to be concluded. Shimmering locks of red fell back into the front of the recently red eye; once more blocking it from sight. The left eye, an eye of the purest sapphire blue, shone dully as the fluorescent light cast itself upon the child in white. The owner of Sapphire and Ruby stood up as he began to make his way towards the room's door.

The boy let out a sigh as he placed his hand on the doors handle, he didn't want to leave the room... but he promised Aori he would live in Konoha and protect it if the time came. 'They're just forcing me to do what I've been putting off...' He reminded himself as the handle slowly began to turn with his wrist. 'Maybe I shouldn't have snapped like that at sensei the other day...' The soft click of the handle came as the door began to open.

'Naruto-kun...' Her soft voice called out mocking from behind his right ear. 'I expect you to rend flesh from bone if you have to kill someone anytime soon. It wouldn't do to leave them in one piece.' Her laughter echoed inside his mind as the cold shiver once more ran down his spine.

Click. The door locked shut behind Shiroi as he stepped into the hall. Now what? He had been locked up in that room for so long, he no longer remembered the way through the mesa of hallways that made up Konoha's mental 'hospital.' As he began to walk away from the room that was once his in a daze the sound of shattering glass had reached his ears, muffled slightly be the door shut tightly behind him. His mirror had broken; no more could he stare into its depths. No more could he look into the past, no longer could he hear the phantom cries of Aori in her final moments. To him, the breaking of that mirror would be the greatest omen of the life to come; a life of shattered dreams.

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He snapped his eye shut as the bright light of the sun shone down on his pale complexion for the first time in years. Shiroi had stumbled out the doors of the Mental Institution and onto the woven streets of Konohagakure no Sato. His reddish-orange locks took a metallic sheen in the light of the sun; each strand of hair appeared to be a length of crimson wire. Where was he to meet the Hokage and Mitarashi-san again? It had been a few days since he first met the eccentric woman that would be his sensei; since then the Hokage had stopped by to deliver some clothing to Shiroi, it wouldn't do to wear the white gowns of the Institution on the outside.

So here he stood, dressed in a pair of black cargo pants with numerous pockets for his scrolls and various weapons, a black jacket with red shoulders and trimming overtop an orange shirt with a black spiral symbol on the middle of it. On his hands rested a pair of black leather knuckle gloves with a metal plate on the back for minor protection, and a pair of black boots on his feet. The hitai-ate that was required of all Konoha Shinobi hung loosely around his neck, the metal plate and leaf symbol turned towards the left side of his body. He had to admit, he looked good in all his Hanyou glory; not that he would ever admit that aloud. But the thought of him being a half demon painfully reminded him of the process in which that had to occur.

There are commonly two ways for a Hanyou to come into existence; the first being born into the world as a result of demon and human copulation. The second, less common way, was to be transformed into a Hanyou from a full demon. That process required the sacrifice of human blood to seal away the majority of demonic powers housed within the demon's body, and incorporate the sacrificed blood into said demon. The third way, the way Shiroi had become a Hanyou was rarely used; as such, no-one really new the specifics anymore, and those that new died 'that' night.

The six year old child began to wander aimlessly through the winding streets of his village; unaware as to the location of his destination. The sounds of muffled whispers ever present in his auditory canals as the villagers he passed by whispered about his appearance. They were scared, and rightfully so. Although they were unsure as to his identity, Shiroi unfortunately rolled off the familiar malice of his Youkai with each breath, to the older civilians it was the second coming of the Kyuubi. It was only when he stopped walking to gain his bearings did the majority of the locals realize who he was; the tattoo like whisker marks on his cheeks was the give away. Someone screamed.

"I-i-i-it's th-the demon!" The shrill voice of a middle aged woman cried out above the usual cacophony of the bustling streets; everyone stopped dead. Had they heard the women right? The demon child; hadn't he been killed two years ago? No-one has seen him since then, and the Hokage was adamant in his position of secrecy when it came to the child of self-loathing. Surely they must have heard the hysteric woman wrong.

"Hanyou." Shiroi replied after an exasperated sigh, people always responded like this whenever he went into public. It was one of, if not the most important factor in his decision to isolate himself from society. "I'm only half-demon," the young child turned to face the woman who cried demon, "no thanks to you." Though the response was meant to sound sarcastic, the dead, monotone voice that was most commonly used by Shiroi these days made it sound more like an accusation.

Needless to say his response caused more than a little chaos in the busy streets of Konoha's Health and Care district. The great village hidden in the leaves had built the city into several districts; there being four major districts. The first of the major district was, of course, the housing district; located towards the north end of the city, sprawling out below and around the Hokage Monument. The second major district, the Health and Care district, were all the villages pharmacies and hospitals were located; wrapping around the center of the village marked by the Hokage Tower. The third district was the market district; there one could find all of the town's businesses, civilian and shinobi alike. The fourth and final major district was the clan housing centers; they made up the outer wall of defence for the village. The clan's were known as Nobles of the Sword; meaning they gained their title on the battlefield as superb shinobi. Nobles of the Robe resided in Hi no Kuni's capital city.

Many of the civilians in the area began running away from the visage of the six year old child in a frantic attempt to 'save their souls.' The high pitched shrills of the older generation of women hurt the sensitive ears of Shiroi, and the collective pants of the males on the run served only to confuse the child. He was the one in danger; he had no doubt about that. Why would they run away from a defenceless child, they couldn't expect a six year old to be able to fight back against a mob... could they?

As Shiroi looked around the district in confusing at their reaction to his reply; the reflection his he newly acquired hitai-ate caught his attention as it shone brightly in the light of the sun. The child just stared into the semi-reflective surface of one of the many pharmacy's windows; the mirrored image of his form betrayed much. She stood on the opposite side of the glass and stared right back at him. He had gotten his answer; they had figured he was a trained shinobi, ready to kill them in self-defence, all because of a simple metal plate on a piece of cloth given to him by the clever old man only the day before.

'That cocky old bastard,' she spoke to him once more in the whispered voice of hate and misguided rage, 'He knew that if you wore that stupid piece of cloth that you wouldn't have an excuse to kill these simpletons. Well... you're a Hanyou now; you no longer have to obey the laws of a lesser species. You can kill whoever and whenever you want.'

"No, I don't think so." Shiroi responded aloud into the unusual emptiness that was the street. "I'm not some creature controlled by my primal instincts. I have reason on my side, foul beast." The immaculate child's sapphire eye bore into the reflection of her crimson orbs. "Whilst thy looks be neither radiant nor bewitching, but lo, inside thy monstrous visage lieth stupidity worthy of a thousand fools."

'Neither radiant nor bewitching?!' She cried out in a barely controlled rage. 'Why you little bastard, I'm a vixen. I'm the most attractive Youko out there!' Her ghostly reflection began to warp and bend into her true form.

"Perhaps... in the eyes of your fellow demons." Shiroi responded coldly as he locked gazes with the image of the Kyuubi. "But to us, we Humans and Hanyou think nothing more of you than a simple beast hell-bent on destroying our lives. But a beast non-the-less." As he finished his sentence he broke gaze and began to walk calmly away from the window towards the center of the village. He would meet the Hokage at his place of residence; and from there he would find his way to Mitarashi-san.

Her voice died on the calm wind as he left her there in the window; only until his reflection was cast again in a state of emotional distress. She would never leave him alone; could never leave him alone. As much as she desired to leave the damned child; the events of 'that' night caused their bond to only grow. Behind iron bars, the sound of shackles and chains dragging along the floor echoed. Bars kept her trapped; but the other one could leave the cage anytime they wanted; still bound to it but with the freedom of movement. Yes, 'that' night was indeed a blessing and a curse for the three souls now intertwined.

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A knock? No-one ever knocked on the Hokage's door, this was a shinobi village; and as such only the villages shinobi were allowed to see the Hokage on a daily basis... they all just entered through the ventilation shaft or came in through the window. The door was never used in this place; much to the ire of the aging man. The elderly man stood swiftly from his seat behind the desk and made haste towards the stained oak barrier; kunai in hand. Surely this must be some pathetic attempt on his life; everyone knew you don't knock on the Hokage's door. Unless, of course, you were an assassin from another village believing that it requires curtesy to see the village leader.

'What impudent fool would knock... not even the Daimyo knocks on my door.' The aging Hokage thought as he reached out to grab the door's golden handle. He turned the knob and swung the door open, all the while standing out of the sight path of who ever stood on the other side of the barrier. His plan was fool proof; trick the assassin into believing the doors open automatically with the press of a button and then stab him or her in the back. Being a shinobi always meant that there was a certain level of paranoidism amongst the ranks; more so for the top brass.

"Oyaji." The intruder spoke out in the monotone voice that belonged solely to one child. The Hokage replaced the Kunai beneath his robes and came out from behind the door. "Where can I find Mitarashi-san?"

The child's question caused the old man to stumble in his step. Surely after their first meeting not even Shiroi would be able to call Anko Mitarashi-san with a straight face.

"Nar... Shiroi-san." The Hokage spoke, correcting his error. "I wasn't expecting you to actually leave your room for another week. As such, Anko is busy on assignment out of the village and won't be back for several days I'm afraid." The old man noticed no change in the demeanour of the young child at his reply... Surely any normal child would appear to be dejected upon receiving such information.

"Naruhodo." Shiroi responded briefly after a moments silence had fallen over the room. "What now?" He asked as he walked his way towards a small chair resting on the ground in front of the Hokage's desk.

"Well, I guess you can stay here for a while." Sarutobi said after giving the idea some thought. "It's nearly time for the Genin teams that graduated this year and the ones before them to come and get their mission. You can learn the process by witnessing it first hand." The Hokage began to make his way back to the desk. "One of the academy teachers will be here shortly to help me hand out missions."

"Hai." Shiroi responded quietly as he turned on his heel to stand beside the Hokage behind the sprawling desk in the, relatively, spacious room. And there he stood for a time unknown until the door opened once more as the academy teacher entered the room. The man's face was scarred beyond belief, it seemed like he had been tortured recently from some unknown information; as a shinobi the odds were that was the truth. The teacher's hitai-ate was worn like a bandana and covered the entire top half of his head.

"Morino-san." The Hokage said as he stood up to bow slightly to the slightly frightening visage of his academy instructor. "I trust you like having the day off from time to time?" His question was genuine; Morino Ibiki wasn't known for his patience with children, get him into an interrogation room on the other hand... he would thrive in that environment.

"Of course Hokage-sama." Ibiki responded, returning the elderly man's bow. "Though I can't wait until I'm a Jounin now, those brats are getting harder and harder to handle." The scarred man let out a long sigh; he taught the morning psychology class to all the first year students. "This new bunch is a little off though. Sasuke-san seems to be shadowing his older brother; I guess he won't stop until he becomes his brother."

The Hokage sighed, sure Itachi was an excellent shinobi... it was just that he was different. He seemed to have some sort of disorder in which every action needed to be dictated by action. And Itachi had just made Chuunin a year ago. "I don't know whether to congratulate Sasuke on wanting to be an excellent shinobi... or terrified at the prospect of two Itachi's in our midst."

"Indeed..." Ibiki said in response. The scarred man looked around the room, the mission scrolls weren't in just yet so he'd have nothing to do for a while until they arrived. He blinked; Ibiki's eyes caught sight of the flame-haired youth standing beside the Hokage behind the desk. The child looked to be no more than six or seven to Ibiki, yet he had a hitai-ate tied around his neck. Which was odd in itself, as far as he could recall, that child never attended the academy. "Who's the kid?"

"Oh, my apologies Morino-san." The Hokage replied with a start, he had completely forgotten that he had not introduced Shiroi to Ibiki. "The child on my life is Shiroi; recently instated Genin." The Hokage paused for a short while after introducing Shiroi. "Well... Tokubetsu Genin really."

"Tokubetsu Genin?" Ibiki repeated in a questioning tone. "You can't be serious; I don't think I've ever seen that child at the academy and he can't be more that seven years old at the most." He was trying to rationalize the situation; he had been doing that much more often since he had been tortured that one time.

"Six." Shiroi responded to Ibiki's query. "And I have not once attended this... academy as you call it." His reddish-orange hair waved slightly in the light breeze that filtered through the cracked window in the office.

"Shiroi... is Uzumaki Naruto." The Hokage said at the look of disbelief on Ibiki's face. "Two years ago... some things happened that turned Naruto into a Hanyou; a half-demon. Shortly afterwards Naruto requested that he be placed somewhere away from society and that he be known as Shiroi." Both the Hokage and Shiroi looked down to the ground in an attempt to hide the grief on their faces. The shimmer of a tear could be seen forming at the corner of Shiroi's left eye.

'Uzumaki Naruto...ka?' Ibiki thought as he glanced at the left cheek of Shiroi; and there was indeed the Jinchuuriki child's unmistakable whisker marks. 'So he's still alive after all... and here we thought that he had died.' Those grim thoughts aside, Ibiki was positively thrilled. If this child ever became interested in torture and interrogation, no doubt the Kyuubi's Youkai... no Shiroi's Youkai would cause even the toughest of nuts, so to speak, to crack. They would have no problem obtaining any vital information off enemy shinobi.

"So... he's a Tokubetsu Genin." Ibiki said shortly after the brief silence that ensued the Hokage's information. "Who's training him; I mean... Tokubetsu Genin are apprenticed are they not?" His question was valid; or nosy, he wanted to know who was training the child so he could make sure they plant the seed for torture lessons.

"Who else..." The Hokage spoke up suddenly, humour lacing his voice. "Mitarashi Anko is his personal trainer." Both Shiroi and the Hokage could actually feel the smirk Ibiki was struggling to hold back. "The council said I could choose whomever I wanted to train him, and she volunteered for the job." Ibiki's restrained smirk only grew at the stupidity of the council; they probably meant to say he could pick anyone they approved of, but never got the chance.

"Anko eh..." Ibiki paused in his thoughts. "Well kid, if you ever feel the urge to learn how to torture people, just come and find me okay? I'm the best at what I do." A triumphant smirk couldn't help but creep its way across Ibiki's features at the thought of a Hanyou interrogator.

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Itachi sighed. Though he had been promoted to Chuunin not quite a year ago, his team had the nerve to be promoted along with him. That meant only one thing to the Uchiha Prodigy; that he would be stuck with them a while longer. Though he held no personal grudge against them, he hated revealing his techniques to them. Shinobi are supposed to be secretive, but the whole team setup defeated that purpose. So here he was, standing along side his 'friends' and instructor in the Hokage's office waiting for their next mission assignment. The only consolation Itachi had was that as a team of Chuunin, they would no longer be receiving those redundant D-rank missions.

Itachi's black eyes scanned the room in an attempt to relieve his boredom; his sensei was busy talking with the Hokage as they awaited the arrival of the insanely late mission scrolls. Everything in the room had become so mundane... shortly after he became a Genin and saw the room on a daily basis; everything just seemed to lose interest. The only faint alleviation of boredom he had daily was the ever changing clouds just visible outside the window. That window, however, was blocked today by the unmoving form of a child who appeared to be no more than seven years of age; at most. Itachi couldn't help but be interested at the child; he seemed to be somewhat of a rival to Itachi; if he assumed the kids age correctly.

Six or seven, the age people are usually sent to the academy for the introductory courses into the shinobi lifestyle; and yet here this child stood with a hitai-ate tied loosely around his neck. The child's sapphire blue eyes drew most of the Uchiha's attention though; or more specifically, the blue orb's slit pupils. They looked like the eyes that you would find on the body of some feral animal, not those of which humans had. The pointed and elongated ears also grabbed Itachi's attention, but not so much as those eyes.

If Itachi could pride himself on one thing and one thing alone; it would be his ability to read the thoughts and intentions of any individual via their eyes; not unlike many talented Hyuuga. If one were to lock eyes with Itachi on the battlefield, Sharingan active or not, they would undoable lose the battle. Eyes betray the soul; a person could train their body not to react to stimuli, but the eyes would always water if pained, they would always look up if the person was remembering something. Their gaze would focus a distance away if the person was thinking, they would shift around if the person was searching for something, or seeing a phantom image. Itachi could determine what a person was thinking, or about to do with a simple gaze.

This child's eye, however, betrayed nothing. The single visible sapphire orb just stared forward blankly, as if they were focused on the sight of something not there. Was the boy hallucinating? No that wasn't it. Maybe he was trying to read Itachi just as Itachi was to him. The Uchiha began to panic, was this child just playing with him, purposefully confusing the eleven year old Uchiha out of sport? Had Itachi become merely some child's play thing this entire time and was unaware to it? That was a dangerous thought, if some seven year old child could confuse him this much, what could said child do when he was older and had more experience.

What could this child do if he had the Sharingan? Or maybe the Byakugan.

The child winked, or blinked. Itachi couldn't be sure with his other eye covered up by the fiery hair. Itachi had only one choice to win this little staring contest between the two, he had to activate his Sharingan. Maybe the child's right eye would betray some inner turmoil; some deeper secret the child wanted to keep. His black steel eyes polished into the crimson orbs of the Sharingan; three Tomoe's in each pool of blood. Instantly Itachi had regretted doing so; the child's right eye seemed to be... a deep red. More so than even Itachi's Sharingan; yet... different. Where Itachi's Sharingan betrayed no emotion, the child's right eye seemed to be the beacon of pure hatred. What was more; there seemed to be a spiral design in the sea of crimson, a seal maybe? Or was it some kind of new Kekkei Genkai; one thing was certain; Itachi would be reporting this one to the Uchiha Clan Council.

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Shiroi locked his gaze with her. She had appeared once more, though this time her image wasn't projected as some sort of reflection. No this time she was a phantom that only he could see; a phantom that only he could hear, and only he could speak with. His voice fell dead on the others; it seemed he would be speaking to himself whenever she appeared before him; no matter how loud he screamed.

'Hehe,'her voice echoed in his right ear once more. 'What should we do?' Her voice asked teasingly in a cheerful voice. The shiver that usually accompanied her voice no longer present.

"We?" Shiroi questioned as he stared right back into her crimson eyes. "Why do you say we?"

'Because," she replied casually, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. 'I am bored. And seeing as how we are bound together, you and I have to do everything together. As such if I'm bored you are, by extension, bored as well. So c'mon... let's do something... kill the black haired child.'

"I don't kill out of boredom..." Shiroi responded simply. His answer only seemed to make her even more enraged.

'Damnit child. You will kill because I said so!" Her shouts echoing throughout his entire mind; this time she would leave no room for argument. 'Or have you forgotten what they have done to you? To Aori-chan?!"

"You leave her out of this." Shiroi responded with a voice as close to anger as he could get; she was blocking his rage off, using it to create her image. "I will not stand for you to taint her name by uttering it from your foul lips."

'So protect her memory by killing them.' She responded, sounding suddenly calmer and... Seductive? 'One's here in this room you know. An Uchiha; the child with black hair and eyes. The child that is looking into your eyes, trying to read your thoughts. He wants to know your motives; but he can't figure them out, it's causing him to panic. He fears you and yet you intrigue him. Show him why; let loose the fires of war.'

Shiroi did something he hadn't done since 'that' night. He screamed out in frustration; this time his voice carried over to the other occupants of the room.

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Itachi smirked; the child had shown a weakness. The black clad boy had been building up his anger; and his right eye flared crimson as his blood curdling screams echoed through the Hokage's office. His smirk soon faded as he realized the bloodlust and rage the child was emanating was directed towards him. This wasn't good, such a violent reaction; but to what? The child remained motionless no matter the level of mental prodding Itachi had tried to do; yet... as soon as the Sharingan was activated, the child snapped. That was it! The reaction was to the Sharingan. 'Crap.' Itachi thought simply at the implications of the boy's reaction. 'This can't be good.'

"You..." Shiroi muttered in a voice that was barely audible to everyone else. "You're one of them. You... you are an Uchiha!" The rage that had been building up inside of Shiroi until that moment had instantly spiral forth from his right eye in a vibrant display of orange, fiery wisps of Youkai. Swirling around him from head to toe, the Youkai began to cause the physical changes it was known to do; once more Sapphire bled into crimson as fangs and claws grew. Blood burst into flame on contact with the floor. "Because of you and your cursed family... she... Aori died because of your family!"

"Shit!" The Hokage screamed as he rushed to block the path from Shiroi to Itachi. "Fuumi-san, get your team and get out of here." The Hokage barked out as Shiroi's temper began to flare further. "Now!" The Elderly man's shout removed Fuumi Yutaka, the Jounin instructor for Itachi's cell, from her reverie.

"H-hai." She responded as she began to heard her charges; Itachi the last to comply of course, out of the room and away from immediate danger. "Let's go, you too Itachi-san." Her voice fell on deaf ears as Itachi stared at the child burning with anger. He too began to feel the hatred of the child; directing it towards his own clan.

'This child hates me because of the actions of my clan-mates.' Itachi thought as he began to exit the room, pulled along by his sensei. 'I find myself also hating my family as a result. Can this child... does he have the ability to sway the opinions and views of others simply through his emotions. If they all storm as violently as his hatred... surely his love could cause every soul to find peace, his humility could cause shame to those around him...' Itachi shuddered; whether out of fear to delight at the new discovery, he didn't know. He found himself awed at the feeling of pure hate the child was releasing... the familiar feeling of Youkai washing over him. 'That... that is the Jinchuuriki of Konoha. So, that is the power of one blessed by a demon. Is this what you felt back then...? Uchiha Madara?'

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END CHAPTER ONE

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Well... that certainly turned out to be interesting. To be honest, I didn't know where I was going with this chapter as I pumped it out. I knew I wanted to introduce Itachi and Naruto/Shiroi's conflict with the Uchiha Clan in this one... but other than that... this chapter was a painting waiting to be finished. I'd say I did that pretty well.

Three souls bound; the hate between Whirlpool and Fan; the Power of a Demon, lost through the ages. What is it that ties Naruto, Aori, the Uchiha Clan, and the Kyuubi no Youko together? No greater bonds than those of destiny can be found. More revealed about 'that' night; the connection between Aori and Naruto reveals more.

Information about this chapter:
Itachi; at this time he is at the age of eleven, and has a year and half to go until he slaughters his clan. The violent reaction of Naruto to the Sharingan was just one more shove up the hill; the knowledge of Madara was the first step.
Fuumi Yutaka; according to leafninja she was an academy instructor before the canon series had even started; her fate was unknown. I decided to make her Itachi's Jounin instructor.
Morino Ibiki; yes, this is foreshadowing. Naruto will learn... some methods of torture and interrogation; MUCH later though.