Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Returning ❯ wrong ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: kougasmate 
chapter 2
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1000 | Status: Completed
chapter 2
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1000 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2- Wrong
'But I was wrong...' Jiraiya drew his fist back, letting it fly into the trunk of an unsuspecting tree, one of the few left standing after kyuubi's attack. "dead wrong!" He yelled as he took in the devastation around him. Tree's, uprooted and strewn about carelessly, littered the country side, some piled in large, towering mounds, others laying alone, isolated from their fallen comrades.
"Okay Aza, you're child is coming!'
Jiraiya groaned, running one calloused hand over his aging face, and leaned against a pile of wood. Aza had been so brave, and her child was beautiful.
"Look Jiraiya, he looks so much like Toku!" tears of pain and love sparkled on Aza's tanned flesh, and her shoulders shook with a dry sob as she held her child close to her chest.
"But things went so wrong..."Jiraiya mumbled, sighing deeply. The sky above him was blue, and birds sang happily, unaware of the death that surrounded them, it's scent almost overwhelming.
The snap of a branch to his right cause Jiraiya to turn his head slowly, dazed and stupified still by Kyuubi's damage. It was the Umino boy, staggering blindly through the forest.
He heard the boy fall, and then he heard the cries. Weak, feeble little sobs, probably consuming all the energy he had left after such a traumatizing night.
"Boy," Jiraiya called out, "what are you doing?"
He heard Iruka's breath hitched, "I'm lookin' for my parents..."
Jiraiya stood slowly, feeling ages older than he was, and stumbled towards the underbrush that concealed the young boy. Putting a large hand on his shoulder, he turned Iruka to face him. He would have gasped were it not for the fact that a night so tiring had left him drained.
Blood, caked and blackened, crusted over a wound, a wound running across the bridge of the young boys nose, was plainly visible, and clearly painful.
"You're hurt."
"I-I know..."
Jiraiya ambled into the doctor's office, dragging a thrashing Iruka behind him. Tsunade, black bags under her eyes, looked up slowly from a patient, and sighed, "Iruka..."
"H-Hai Tsunade-sama?"
Tsunade put her head down, pinching the bridge of her nose to ward off a coming head ache, and muttered, "Your parents...we found them..."
Iruka's eyes brightened, "A-are they okay?"
Were Tsunade not the strong woman Jiraiya knew her to be, he would have thought he heard a strangle sob coming from her direction.
"No, Iruka...they...They were killed, there is nothing any one could have done."
"No! You're lying!"
"Iruka..." Tsunade's warm, honey brown eyes swam with sympathy. She was no stranger to loss, she could feel the boys pain.
Before he could hear anymore out of the woman, Iruka turned and sped off, throwing the door open with more force then necessary.
Tsunade sighed and stood, pulling a blanket over the patient she'd been tending to. At Jiraiya's questioning glance, she explained, "A civilian, six years old. Six years, Jiraiya! Her father had her hidden, but...she ran out to give him her doll, she told him she loved him. The Kyuubi knocked her into the stream, and broke her neck. Her father was relatively unharmed," a sob, "but the emotional pain was to much and he-he-"
"He killed himself." Jiraiya answered, looking out the window of the clinic.
Tsunade drew her lips together and nodded, not trusting her voice to answer.
Suddenly, from the next room, there came a cry, the cry of a newborn, and both ninja looked up. Tsunade began walking towards the door, but was halted as she heard the voice of Aza, "Hush my little darling...Hush now, your dad will be fine...H-He'll come back to us." The crying persisted. "I bet it was just a joke, huh? Your father was one heck of a trickster. Maybe, maybe he got the whole town in on it?" The crying grew louder, and the two ninja heard Aza's unsteady footfall, and seconds later, the door opened.
Aza's hair was rumpled and messy, concealing swollen, sleep deprived eyes, and pale flesh. Her arms shook as she carried her child, but her eyes glowed, and her smile never faltered. "I bet..." she began, poking her child's nose, "that one day, you're going to grow up and be just like your father." She laughed weakly, "a trickster, but a handsome one. And one day..." her voice grew soft, and she drew him close to her face, as though preparing to tell him a secret, "You'll be hokage! Yes, that's what you'll do. I bet you'll even love Naruto, in your ramen, just like your old man."
Jiraiya smirked, "He did like Naruto, didn't he?"
The child giggled quietly, flailing his pudgy arms in the air, his voice rising into an innocent squeel. Tsunade blinked, and drew close to the pair, uttering the word, "Naruto."
The child squeeled again, grabbing the front of Aza's shirt and burying his small face in the fabric.
"Naruto," Tsunade promted again, watching as the newborn gurggled, "Naruto."
After a minute, Jiraiya's laughter filled the room, and he patted Aza on the back, "Well Aza, looks like he's picked out his own name."
Aza blanched, "Oh but I couldn't! I could never name my child Naruto-" the child squirmed in her arms, face contorted in a childish grin. Smiling offhandedly, she nodded, "Fine, Naruto it is," and ran her fingers gently through his short, light blond peach fuzz.
In the weeks following the Kyuubi's attack, Aza came to accept the death of her beloved, and began to draw into herself. She woke only to feed and clean her child, and slept the rest of the day away. Often, Jiraiya would appear at her house, only to find a crying Naruto squirming in his crib, while Aza cryed in another room. Everytime Naruto was put into her arms, her eyes became dull, and her breath became hollow.
"I can't do this Jiraiya, he needs a mother who can take care of him...I can't do it."
Jiraiya snorted, looking first at the infant in his arms, then at Aza, who refused to look at the older man.
"Listen here Aza, ever since I met you, you've become more and more like the daughter I will probably never have, and no daughter of mine is going to give up so easy."
Tears filled Aza's eyes and she nodded, biting her lower lip, "Yes...father."
Jiraiya nodded, "Good." Handing Naruto over to Aza, whom he noted had become almost sickeningly skinny, he stood, and walked out the door.
The nex month, almost two months after the devastation of the attack, Jiraiya woke to a strange noise.
His eyes snapped open immediatly, and almost right away he felt the faint, yet omnipresent, chakra of a child. The chakra was familiar to him in two ways. One aspect of the chakra was lively and elctric, hyper, though somewhat soothing, whilst the other was violent and untamed, demonic. He realized with a sickening lump in his throat that the two chakra were that of Naruto, having inherited the lively chakra from his father, and the demonic otherworldly chakra from the untameable beast within him.
Opening the door to his house, which had taken only minor damage, he knelt to pick up the infant. A note was attatched to the blanket, and Jiraiya could still feel the soothing chakra of Aza, even as she fled.
Flipping open the note, and craddling Naruto securely, he read,
Dear Jiraiya-sama,
Jiraiya cringed at the use of formalities.
as you have nodoubtedly figured out, I have opted out of raising Naruto. When I look at him, all I see is Toku, and even when I sleep, Naruto's own chakra reminds me of the two things that pain me most- Toku, who has left me, and the Kyuubi, who took him. I know my reasons are incredibely selfish, and that I will regret them in the long run, but I am human, and I, too, make mistakes. My little baby boy, who will forever be hated and discriminated against, will no doubt grow up wondering, who was his family, where did he come from, and why, why is he alone? But I cannot bring myself to stay around, so that I would be able to explain the extreme evil of the kyuubi which he houses, and the terrors it brings me at night to know this. You may even say that I fear my child, but not in the way the villagers do. I fear seeing my child cry, seeing my child be put down for what he cannot stop. Did you know, Jiraiya- sama, that the other day, when I took Naruto to Toku's grave, the Hyuuga man, Hiashi, glarred at him, and walked away? I know that this is only one type of isolation he will face, and cannot bare the thought. I know I am being selfish...but I cannot help it. This, leaving my child, is my greatest sin, even more so than having a child out of wedlock, but a sin I must commit. As you read this, I run, far to another town, hopefully a town where no ninjas reside, so that I, at least for a while, may be free of the memory of the two most important people in my life, my dearest Toku, and my darling Naruto...
Goodbye, Jiraiya-sama, please make sure that my little fish paste is well cared for.
-Aza
'But I was wrong...' Jiraiya drew his fist back, letting it fly into the trunk of an unsuspecting tree, one of the few left standing after kyuubi's attack. "dead wrong!" He yelled as he took in the devastation around him. Tree's, uprooted and strewn about carelessly, littered the country side, some piled in large, towering mounds, others laying alone, isolated from their fallen comrades.
"Okay Aza, you're child is coming!'
Jiraiya groaned, running one calloused hand over his aging face, and leaned against a pile of wood. Aza had been so brave, and her child was beautiful.
"Look Jiraiya, he looks so much like Toku!" tears of pain and love sparkled on Aza's tanned flesh, and her shoulders shook with a dry sob as she held her child close to her chest.
"But things went so wrong..."Jiraiya mumbled, sighing deeply. The sky above him was blue, and birds sang happily, unaware of the death that surrounded them, it's scent almost overwhelming.
The snap of a branch to his right cause Jiraiya to turn his head slowly, dazed and stupified still by Kyuubi's damage. It was the Umino boy, staggering blindly through the forest.
He heard the boy fall, and then he heard the cries. Weak, feeble little sobs, probably consuming all the energy he had left after such a traumatizing night.
"Boy," Jiraiya called out, "what are you doing?"
He heard Iruka's breath hitched, "I'm lookin' for my parents..."
Jiraiya stood slowly, feeling ages older than he was, and stumbled towards the underbrush that concealed the young boy. Putting a large hand on his shoulder, he turned Iruka to face him. He would have gasped were it not for the fact that a night so tiring had left him drained.
Blood, caked and blackened, crusted over a wound, a wound running across the bridge of the young boys nose, was plainly visible, and clearly painful.
"You're hurt."
"I-I know..."
Jiraiya ambled into the doctor's office, dragging a thrashing Iruka behind him. Tsunade, black bags under her eyes, looked up slowly from a patient, and sighed, "Iruka..."
"H-Hai Tsunade-sama?"
Tsunade put her head down, pinching the bridge of her nose to ward off a coming head ache, and muttered, "Your parents...we found them..."
Iruka's eyes brightened, "A-are they okay?"
Were Tsunade not the strong woman Jiraiya knew her to be, he would have thought he heard a strangle sob coming from her direction.
"No, Iruka...they...They were killed, there is nothing any one could have done."
"No! You're lying!"
"Iruka..." Tsunade's warm, honey brown eyes swam with sympathy. She was no stranger to loss, she could feel the boys pain.
Before he could hear anymore out of the woman, Iruka turned and sped off, throwing the door open with more force then necessary.
Tsunade sighed and stood, pulling a blanket over the patient she'd been tending to. At Jiraiya's questioning glance, she explained, "A civilian, six years old. Six years, Jiraiya! Her father had her hidden, but...she ran out to give him her doll, she told him she loved him. The Kyuubi knocked her into the stream, and broke her neck. Her father was relatively unharmed," a sob, "but the emotional pain was to much and he-he-"
"He killed himself." Jiraiya answered, looking out the window of the clinic.
Tsunade drew her lips together and nodded, not trusting her voice to answer.
Suddenly, from the next room, there came a cry, the cry of a newborn, and both ninja looked up. Tsunade began walking towards the door, but was halted as she heard the voice of Aza, "Hush my little darling...Hush now, your dad will be fine...H-He'll come back to us." The crying persisted. "I bet it was just a joke, huh? Your father was one heck of a trickster. Maybe, maybe he got the whole town in on it?" The crying grew louder, and the two ninja heard Aza's unsteady footfall, and seconds later, the door opened.
Aza's hair was rumpled and messy, concealing swollen, sleep deprived eyes, and pale flesh. Her arms shook as she carried her child, but her eyes glowed, and her smile never faltered. "I bet..." she began, poking her child's nose, "that one day, you're going to grow up and be just like your father." She laughed weakly, "a trickster, but a handsome one. And one day..." her voice grew soft, and she drew him close to her face, as though preparing to tell him a secret, "You'll be hokage! Yes, that's what you'll do. I bet you'll even love Naruto, in your ramen, just like your old man."
Jiraiya smirked, "He did like Naruto, didn't he?"
The child giggled quietly, flailing his pudgy arms in the air, his voice rising into an innocent squeel. Tsunade blinked, and drew close to the pair, uttering the word, "Naruto."
The child squeeled again, grabbing the front of Aza's shirt and burying his small face in the fabric.
"Naruto," Tsunade promted again, watching as the newborn gurggled, "Naruto."
After a minute, Jiraiya's laughter filled the room, and he patted Aza on the back, "Well Aza, looks like he's picked out his own name."
Aza blanched, "Oh but I couldn't! I could never name my child Naruto-" the child squirmed in her arms, face contorted in a childish grin. Smiling offhandedly, she nodded, "Fine, Naruto it is," and ran her fingers gently through his short, light blond peach fuzz.
In the weeks following the Kyuubi's attack, Aza came to accept the death of her beloved, and began to draw into herself. She woke only to feed and clean her child, and slept the rest of the day away. Often, Jiraiya would appear at her house, only to find a crying Naruto squirming in his crib, while Aza cryed in another room. Everytime Naruto was put into her arms, her eyes became dull, and her breath became hollow.
"I can't do this Jiraiya, he needs a mother who can take care of him...I can't do it."
Jiraiya snorted, looking first at the infant in his arms, then at Aza, who refused to look at the older man.
"Listen here Aza, ever since I met you, you've become more and more like the daughter I will probably never have, and no daughter of mine is going to give up so easy."
Tears filled Aza's eyes and she nodded, biting her lower lip, "Yes...father."
Jiraiya nodded, "Good." Handing Naruto over to Aza, whom he noted had become almost sickeningly skinny, he stood, and walked out the door.
The nex month, almost two months after the devastation of the attack, Jiraiya woke to a strange noise.
His eyes snapped open immediatly, and almost right away he felt the faint, yet omnipresent, chakra of a child. The chakra was familiar to him in two ways. One aspect of the chakra was lively and elctric, hyper, though somewhat soothing, whilst the other was violent and untamed, demonic. He realized with a sickening lump in his throat that the two chakra were that of Naruto, having inherited the lively chakra from his father, and the demonic otherworldly chakra from the untameable beast within him.
Opening the door to his house, which had taken only minor damage, he knelt to pick up the infant. A note was attatched to the blanket, and Jiraiya could still feel the soothing chakra of Aza, even as she fled.
Flipping open the note, and craddling Naruto securely, he read,
Dear Jiraiya-sama,
Jiraiya cringed at the use of formalities.
as you have nodoubtedly figured out, I have opted out of raising Naruto. When I look at him, all I see is Toku, and even when I sleep, Naruto's own chakra reminds me of the two things that pain me most- Toku, who has left me, and the Kyuubi, who took him. I know my reasons are incredibely selfish, and that I will regret them in the long run, but I am human, and I, too, make mistakes. My little baby boy, who will forever be hated and discriminated against, will no doubt grow up wondering, who was his family, where did he come from, and why, why is he alone? But I cannot bring myself to stay around, so that I would be able to explain the extreme evil of the kyuubi which he houses, and the terrors it brings me at night to know this. You may even say that I fear my child, but not in the way the villagers do. I fear seeing my child cry, seeing my child be put down for what he cannot stop. Did you know, Jiraiya- sama, that the other day, when I took Naruto to Toku's grave, the Hyuuga man, Hiashi, glarred at him, and walked away? I know that this is only one type of isolation he will face, and cannot bare the thought. I know I am being selfish...but I cannot help it. This, leaving my child, is my greatest sin, even more so than having a child out of wedlock, but a sin I must commit. As you read this, I run, far to another town, hopefully a town where no ninjas reside, so that I, at least for a while, may be free of the memory of the two most important people in my life, my dearest Toku, and my darling Naruto...
Goodbye, Jiraiya-sama, please make sure that my little fish paste is well cared for.
-Aza