Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ All for One ❯ Escape, then Dragons ( Chapter 6 )

All for One

 

“W-What?!” Fuguku hissed. “Why would you want to save-” but then he was cut off by the `executioner' reaching up and grabbing his own cheek. Then he pulled it down a little, revealing pasty white skin and reptilian-yellow eyes. “Orochimaru, why do you want to save me?!” Fuguku hissed urgently.

 

Orochimaru, disguised as the executioner, stepped back, and pretended that he was taunting the disgraced Uchiha Clan Head. “You see, Fuguku-kun, I work for a very nice organization. It is perhaps one of their greatest desires to see you as a member of their ranks.”

 

“Why me?”

 

The snake sannin shook his head, disappointed in the intelligence shown. “Why not you? You have absolutely nothing to lose, everything to gain, you will die if you don't accept, and unless I miss my guess, you hate the vessel and wish the chance to get even with him.”

 

Fuguku pondered that for a moment. Then a small, evil smirk crossed his face. “Damn right I do. Now how are you going to get me out of here?”

 

“Very simple.” Orochimaru stated. “Who was your closest friend?”

 

“Ummm… Uchiha Dosaku. He died attacking the fox brats home.”

 

“Did you order that attack?”

 

“Yes, I did.”

 

“So, by proxy, isn't it your fault your best friend died?”

“No, he knew the risks, he would have tried it without my order, I just-”

 

“My dear Fuguku-kun, by ordering the attack, you killed your best friend.”

 

“I DIDN'T!!” Fuguku screamed. Everyone looked at him in confusion, surprised by the sudden outburst.

 

“Fuguku-kun, if you didn't, then you will never get out of here.”

 

Fuguku thought about the death of his friend. Dosaku had wanted to enter the attack, to kill the fox demon and to catapult the name Uchiha to the finest of Konoha. But he would not have gone ahead without Fuguku's order, no matter what the disgraced clan head claimed. Dosaku would have been worried that he would bring destruction on the clan, and wouldn't have done it by himself. Fuguku hung his head. “I did it.” He whispered.

 

“Excellent.” Orochimaru said. “Now, you'll be able to break out of here. When you do, make some speech about payback, then meet me in Iwa.” The snake nin jumped back, and went through a couple of handseals. “Katon: Goukakyu no Jutsu! (Fire style: Powerful flame technique)” he yelled, and breathed out the giant fireball at Fuguku.

 

Fuguku stared at the incoming ball of fiery death. `I have to find someway to stop it!' he thought. Then he felt his eyes change. Everything looked just like it did when he had the Sharingan active, only more so. Time was moving even slower, he could copy the way everyone was moving, and something strange was going on. His brain processed something that he remembered reading in the Uchiha clan scrolls years ago. `The Mangekyou Sharingan is activated through great mental trauma, usually a huge amount of guilt. The standard one comes with three powers. The most impressive one visually is Amaterasu, which conjures indestructible black fire, which can burn through anything and will protect the user from other fire-based attacks.'

 

`I've unlocked the ultimate Sharingan!' Fuguku cackled in his mind. The fireball was approaching rapidly. He stared straight at hit, with his three-bladed sharingan spinning rapidly. “AMATERASU!” he shouted, and a ball of black flame met the red one, shielding him. The wake of the fire burned off the ropes holding Fuguku to the stake, and he stood up, stretching to remove several kinks from his back.

 

Fuguku looked around, and saw that in the confusion, Orochimaru had escaped. Remembering the snake-nins orders, Fuguku cleared his throat. “Pigs of Konoha, you shall regret the day you tried to kill the mightiest member of the mightiest clan! I am the last true Uchiha! And I shall return, and kill you all!” With that, he summoned up some more black fire, and used it as the medium for a teleportation jutsu. He disappeared in a plume of darkness, and left absolute bedlam in his wake.

 

The next day, the village was still reeling over the escape of Uchiha Fuguku. He had been put in the Bingo Book immediately, ranked as an S-Class missing nin with orders to be killed on sight. Itachi was stunned by his fathers escape, and was blaming himself. But he managed to cover that fact up with Naruto, who was now extremely scared of Fuguku coming to get him.

 

But both of them were able to get over their fear and self-loathing when they were indulging their food addictions. As a matter of fact, Naruto's `inner family' went out for a dinner to celebrate the fact that Naruto was no longer in danger, and that Anko had been recovered. There, the waiters watched in stunned silence as the five of them gorged themselves on their favorite foods.

 

It was a little known fact, but Hiashi was a huge fan of Onigiri. If he couldn't be found, chances were that he would be sitting in the spacious Hyuuga kitchen, stuffing his face with the small circular objects. He just liked the way they were prepared, hand-rolled with care, with the lovely taste of fish. But it was not common knowledge, so when the staff of the restaurant saw the dignified head of the Hyuuga popping in Onigiri one after the other with barely pause for chewing, they were understandably shocked.

 

Ryusha's favorite food was imported. When that was heard, people just thought the Mitarashi Matriarch had high taste. Those people never saw the wonder that is beef jerky. Ryusha loved the meat-sticks, and would crunch them all day if given the chance.

 

Naruto, of course, had his world-famous ramen addiction. He loved all flavors and varieties. There was chicken ramen, pork ramen, beef ramen, shrimp ramen, miso ramen, and many, many more. And Naruto loved them all, and ate them with a passion that was frightening to behold.

 

The intimidating and frightful head of interrogation, Morino Ibiki, had a soft spot for two things in his cold heart. They were Naruto, and chicken dumplings. If you asked the usually silent Ibiki why he loved chicken dumplings so much, you would get a ten-minute speech about why chicken dumplings were so great, and how they were practically a gift from the gods.

 

Finally, Itachi had the most surprising addiction of them all. When the waiters asked him what he wanted, already cowering in fear because of the sheer amount of ramen, jerky, onirgiri and dumplings that had already been consumed, they had been relieved that he had only wanted a small bowl of beef broth. There was talk that out of all of the people, Itachi was the only one who had any restraint when it came to food. But then, it was time for dessert. Everyone had a small piece of cake, except for Itachi. He had asked… for a couple of sticks of pocky.

 

After that, had followed a couple more sticks of pocky. Before long, Itachi had consumed a box of pocky. Then two. Then four. Soon enough, the waiters were running out to the store to buy more and more of the treat for Itachi, who consumed all flavors and tastes indiscriminately, relishing each one.

 

After all five of them had successfully indulged their addictions, it was time for the bill. A waiter had come up, and placed it down on the table, an equal distance from all five of the people sitting there. The five had looked at it unblinkingly for a moment, then as one turned to face the waiter. “Send it to the Hokage.” They said in unison.

 

The next morning, the Hokage's scream was heard throughout fire country.

 

It was a week after Fuguku's escape, and Naruto was sitting in his room. He had finished training for the day, and was slightly worried. Anko was back, but she was still unconscious in the Hospital. Ryusha was now known for jumping at soft noises, and was often seen at her daughter's bedside. But Ryusha was not the cause for Naruto's worry. He knew that if he had a child, he would be doing the exact same thing. No, the reason Naruto was worried was because of Sasuke.

 

Sasuke had woken up in the almost empty Uchiha district to find out that almost his entire clan had been executed. When he asked why, he was told “Treason against Konoha.” He didn't know what kind of treason, and whenever he asked, everyone always acted like they didn't hear him.

 

Naruto hadn't seen Sasuke for days, but had run into him at the end of his ninjutsu lesson with Itachi. Naruto had been at a loss for things to say for a moment, but then settled for “Sorry about your family, Sasuke.”

 

Sasuke looked looked at him as if he'd never seen him before. “They were traitors. No one will tell me what they did, but they were traitors. I want to know why.”

 

“Why what?”

 

“Why they became traitors. Maybe they thought Konoha was corrupted, and tried to stop it. Maybe they were framed by a rival village. But I will find out what happened!”

 

“How're you going to do that, Sasuke?”

 

“There's only one person who knows what happened that'll be willing to tell me. I'll find tou-san, and get strong enough to beat the reason out of him!” With that, Sasuke stormed off, leaving a stunned Naruto behind.

 

`If Sasuke finds out what happened, who knows what he'll do?' Naruto thought. `He could decide that it was my fault, and try to kill me! He's a royal prick most of the time, but he's nice sometimes, and he's still my brother! I don't want to kill him!' He pounded his hands on the floor in emotion, then heard something rolling. He looked over, and saw his backpack from his birthday rolling over.

 

`Oh yeah!' he thought. `I never actually got to look through my birthday presents!' His previous worries forgotten, Naruto scampered over to his bag and pulled it open. He reached in and pulled out one of the scrolls at random. When he realized which one it was, he felt his mouth dry in excitement. `The Mitarashi Dragon scroll!' he thought.

 

Hastily, he unrolled it on his floor. All extended, it stretched from one wall to the other. Naruto poured over the first entry. `The first part's a summoning contract. So I sign in blood here, then do Kuchyose no Jutsu.' All of the clan heads had drilled how to perform Kuchyose no Jutsu into his head, as they all wanted him to one day sign the contracts with they patron animals.

 

As Naruto looked at the summoning contract, he saw a little note. It read `Naruto: This is your copy of the Dragon Summoning Contract. The first person to sign it is regarded as the owner. You may let other people sign it, but they cannot summon without your permission. You have your own because I don't want you being at the mercy of someone else's good graces.' It was in Ryusha's well-formed hand-writing, and Naruto grinned at the care his foster-mother put into this.

 

He continued to pour over the contract part, he saw another note, this time in the strong hand of Torahi, patriarch of the Mitarashi. `Naruto, when you first summon, pour as much chakra into it as possible. Your first summoning determines your power in the Mitarashi abilities. If you summon some lower-level dragon, that will be the strongest dragon you will ever be able to call, and you will be unable to learn most of the Mitarashi techniques.'

 

“Thanks, Torahi-tou-san.” Naruto murmured. He had been planning on running outside to summon immediately after he had finished the scroll, but now he would wait till morning so he would have full chakra reserves. After biting his thumb, Naruto signed the contract in blood (well, it took a couple of bites as his healing factor and hugely long name made a lot of cuts), then left a handprint. Once it dried, Naruto continued to look through the dragon scroll.

 

After the contract, there were dragon based techniques. There were only three that were basic enough to do, but those three were very useful. Ryuyoku granted him the wings of a dragon, huge bat-like leathery ones. They allowed him to fly for a short period of time. Hitosu conjured fire, and allowed him to throw it around. Finally, Gouka created a stunning aura, like killing intent, only it was awe, not fear.

 

Yawning, Naruto looked out the window at the sun, and was startled to see that it had already gone down. He ran downstairs and saw Ibiki, who was reading a scroll entitled `17 ways to remove blood from your trenchcoat'. “Ibiki-nii-san, can you tell the others I won't be at training tomorrow?”

 

Ibiki raised an eyebrow. “Why would that be?”

 

“I have to summon a dragon.” At the matter-of-fact response, Ibiki jumped in his chair.

 

`He's going to summon? Tomorrow? Well, he has to do it sooner or later.' Ibiki thought. Out loud, he said “Ok, Naruto-kun. I'll tell them.” Naruto grinned in thanks, then ran back up to his room to get a long sleep.

 

The next morning, Naruto woke up and ran downstairs. He must have woken up much later then usual, because Ibiki was already gone, leaving a plate of breakfast. Naruto bolted it down, then ran outside. He noticed his bodyguard taking up a large perimeter around him, and grinned. He wouldn't be attacked while he did this, leaving him safe to summon.

 

Naruto channeled all the chakra he could into his right arm, and a visible blue aura developed around it. He bit his thumb, and quickly went into the seals necessary for the technique. Finishing them, Naruto slammed his hand into the ground with a cry of “Kuchyose no Jutsu! (Summoning Technique)”.

 

A plume of smoke erupted from where Naruto stood. When it cleared, Naruto was looking over the treetops of Konoha, staring into one of the top windows of the Hokage tower. `Is this a good thing or a bad thing?' he thought. Then slowly, he looked down to what he was standing on.

 

The first thing he saw was a solid floor of scales. The thing he was standing on was so vast that he couldn't see all of it. “Um… I'd like to get down now.” He said to himself. But something heard him. He started going down to the ground, and soon, was at a safe distance to jump off. As soon as he was on the ground, he spun around and looked at the thing he had summoned.

 

The dragon was huge. It was a western dragon, stronger then the legless eastern variety. It was as tall the Hokage tower, and bigger then the clearing Naruto had chosen to summon. As a result, it was now sitting on the forest, with its upper half being in the clearing. It had humongous wings, each as big as a small house, which would easily allow it to fly. It's scales were of a silver hue, turning to blue along the extremities. And it's eyes… It's eyes were the purest blue Naruto had ever seen.

 

The dragon looked around, confused because of it's surroundings. “Ok. Who summoned me?” the Dragon asked. “Whose great idea was it to call me out and put a little kid on my head?! Gotta tell you, it's a pretty crappy joke!”

 

“Umm… excuse me? Mr. Dragon? I summoned you.” Naruto stammered out.

 

The dragon looked at him and laughed. “A kid like you? Summon me? You're funny kid, I'll give you that.”

 

“Seriously, Mr. Dragon, I summoned you. See, here's my contract.” Naruto said, and pulled out his contract, unrolling it until it got to his name.

 

Snorting, the dragon lowered its head again until it was level with Naruto and the contract. It looked at the contract intently. “Well, I could tell that it was a new contract that summoned me, and you fit the bill. What's your name, kid?”

 

“My name is,” Here, Naruto took a deep breath. “Hyuuga Uchiha Haruno Shinkotama Sarutobi Inuzaka Nara Akamichi Yamanaka Aburame *gasp* Yuuhi Mitarashi Hatake Uzumaki Naruto.” He exhaled, then breathed again. “I still can't say it in one breath!”

 

The dragon felt a large bead of sweat develop. “Uh, Kid? You ever considered shortening that?”

 

“Nope. It's my name! What's yours?”

 

The dragon drew himself up proudly. “I am Gin no Shainingu, prince of the dragons!”

 

“So that means you're really strong?”

 

“Uh-huh. I'm the third strongest dragon, after my mom and pop!”

 

“COOL! I SUMMONED A STRONG DRAGON!”

 

Naruto's happiness extended long into the day, even when all of the clan heads jumped into the clearing. Ibiki followed close behind, muttering about “Annoying brat, powerful chakra surge making me lose my source”, while wringing a red liquid out of his trench coat.

 

When Torahi and Ryusha saw the great silver dragon, they were stunned. Torahi looked at his wife. “What's your strongest dragon?” he asked.

“Yupiteru, mistress of bronze dragons. You?”

 

“Onikisu, lord of obsidian dragons.”

 

The two stared at Shainingu, the dragon that made their strongest ones look like a doberman and two poodles.