Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Storm Scion: Crimson Wind ❯ A New Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

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Storm Scion: Crimson Wind

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything else having to do with this series.
But I do own any characters and/or concepts I think up.

The Hyuuga clan is one of the oldest clans in Konoha. They have been there ever since the establishment of the hidden village. Many years ago there was a girl from the Hyuuga clan who fell in love with an outsider that didn’t belong to the village. She decided to marry the young man despite the strong protests from her own clan. But this man was no ordinary human. In fact, this man was not a human at all. His name was Sojobo, King of the Tengu.

There were two types of tengus, Karasu tengu (a crow-like creature with a beak and wings) and Konoha tengu. Sojobo was a Konoha tengu, he had a long nose and white hair with a pair of black wings on his back. As King of the Tengu, Sojobo possessed some very mystical powers. He carried a fan made of Fatsia leaf that could create a storm (therefore people sometimes call this leaf Tengu no Uchiwa or Tengu’s fan). He could teleport himself or any other thing from one place to another. He could also communicate with people telepathically or even invade their minds and drive them to madness. Sojobo was also known for his shapeshifting ability and he sometimes transformed himself into human to interact with people.

This girl from Hyuuga was in love with the human form of Sojobo not knowing his true identity. She married him shortly after they met each other. A year or two later, she was pregnant and gave birth to their first son. Sojobo named this son Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, after Uchiwa which means fan. And of course as we know, the fan also later became the symbol of this new clan.

Everything was good. Madara Uchiha soon grew up to become a very powerful shinobi. He not only inherited the Kekkei Genkai from his mother but with the Tengu blood inside him the Byakugan had evolved into an even more dreadful form-the Sharingan. This new bloodline had two levels: Normal Sharingan and Mangekyou Sharingan. Like his tengu father, Madara possessed some incredible magical powers. He was able to use telepathy to invade people’s minds, or even teleport himself across a short distance. When he used the Mangekyou Sharingan (he had the normal Sharingan twenty-four seven just like his Hyuuga kin), the eyes would further intensify his powers and bring him even closer to a tengu form. He had developed two jutsus under this state, namely Tsukiyomi (to control people’s minds and drive them insane) and Susanoo (to teleport objects into another dimension).

But good things do not last long. As Madara was about to reach his adulthood, Sojobo began to reveal his true intention. Sojobo didn’t marry the girl from Hyuuga out of love. He was only looking for a perfect body, a container (probably to achieve greater powers), and he figured the best way was to create one with his own blood. He was planning on taking over Madara’s body once he reached his adulthood. It didn’t take Madara Uchiha too long to find out this appalling truth. He felt a mixture of shock and anger. He felt that he was being used. He wasn’t going to give up his body so easily, at least not without a fight. But Madara knew too well that no matter how strong he was he stood no chance against the Tengu King. Out of desperation he sought for the legendary Bijuu Kyuubi.

The Kyuubi was impressed by Madara’s abilities. A pact was made and Kyuubi agreed to lend him his power in the coming battle. Madara had mastered the Katon jutsus and he could cast a dark fire that burned for seven days and seven nights after performing the Susanoo, he named this technique Amaterasu. Even with his new found powers and an unlimited supply of chakra he barely defeated his demonic father.

Still, even after his father’s defeat, he still could not kill him. Instead he used a large amount of Kyuubi’s chakra to seal the demon’s soul to an old oak tree behind the Nakano Temple where the beast still resides to this very day.

-excerpt from the introduction to Uchiha Family History, Nakano Temple Hall of Records

Chapter One: A New Arrival

So this is the new school, huh? Thought the newcomer as he paused on the marble steps in frontof the small ninja academy in the world famous village of Konohagakure. He shifted the bag on his shoulder. How quaint . . . He smiled to himself, continuing up the steps.

The newcomer looked to be somewhere between the age of thirteen and fourteen. He had longish obsidian colored hair and a pair of luminous ruby irises hidden behind a set of circular lense sunglasses. His attire consisted of a black and crimson hooded jacket with the crimson kanji for fire, wind, water, thunder, and earth in a circular formation on the back, a large crimson t-shirt, and a pair of black jean shorts.

He entered the building and immediately found the office. “Hello,” he said entering the office not really sure if anyone was there or not.

“Why, hello there! You certainly are early!” Said the young woman sitting behind the desk. It was about 6:05 AM. “You must be Daisuke.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Daisuke said, slightly bowing.

“My name is Keiko. I’m the secretary here and it looks like you brought some of your things.”
“Yes.”

“Good, please take a seat and I’ll call someone to escort you to your dorm,” she said smiling warmly.

“Thanks,” he nodded taking a seat near by.

Pressing a button on the intercom, she spoke into the apparatus. “Iruka Umino please come to the front office. Iruka Umino please come to the front office.”

“He will be here in a few minutes,” she said sitting back in her seat. A few seconds later, the secretary began typing away at her computer.

“Okay,” Daisuke nodded. Reaching his hand into his jacket pocket he pulled out a set of earbuds attached to a small black, rectangular object. He inserted the earbuds in his ears, quickly drowning out any outside noises.

Daisuke started to slightly bob his head to the music. Concentrating on nothing in particular, his eyes started wandering around the office. The walls were made of a strong bamboo while the sliding doors were made of a weak plywood and paper mix. All the decorations around the office were simple tributes to the great nin of Konoha. Taking off his glasses, he took a few seconds to admire the decor.

Somewhat hearing door slide open, Daisuke’s eyes quickly moved in the direction of the sound.

The door slid open, revealing a man in his early twenties. He had dark brown hair, tied back in a high ponytail, dark eyes that seemed to have an inner kindness, and on the bridge of his nose he had a scar that extended across his cheeks.

Quickly putting his sunglasses back on, he carefully watched the scarred man. I can’t let anyone see my eyes, not just yet at least, he thought cautiously. In his experience, he found that people like himself, with unusual traits, were always looked down upon or demonized by the general public. So in order to avoid persecution he always wore his sunglasses no matter where he was; inside or out . . .

“Morning Keiko-chan,” the sensei greeted.

“Good morning, Iruka-senpai.” The secretary smiled, returning the greeting.

“So, why did you call me down here? You know that I’m still picking out the new teams,” he inquired.

“I’m sorry senpai, but your new student has arrived,” she motioned her head in Daisuke’s direction.

The scarred man looked in the direction of the newcomer, studying him quickly. So this is the new student I heard about, doesn’t seem like much, but looks can be deceiving, he thought studiously.

“Thanks Keiko-chan,” Iruka nodded thoughtfully.

The sensei walked over to his newest student, seeing the sensei moving towards him, he quickly removed the earbuds from his ears and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. The chuunin teacher offered out his hand. “My name is Iruka Umino, I am one of this school’s sensei. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

The obsidian haired teen took the sensei’s hand. “Likewise, sensei. My name is Daisuke, Daisuke Ikari.”

Iruka smiled slightly. “Well then, grab your bags and I’ll get you situated.” The new arrival gave the sensei a small nod, picking up his bag.

The pair left the main building, crossing the campus. Dark clouds were gathering, covering the red sky. The day’s forecast called for rain and mild thunder storms, but that was predicted for later that day. The air was also a bit humid, making the already ninety-degree heat all the more unbearable.

Iruka was starting to feel the effects himself, he just thanked Kami that he was too lazy to wash his uniform yesterday. Today Iruka wore a sleeveless shirt under his flak jacket-which was unzipped- and a black pair of shorts, the pant legs extending a little below his knees.

Iruka glanced at his companion, studying his clothing. “You know,” Iruka started. “It is ninety degrees out here. Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

“Actually,” Daisuke said calmly. “I’m used to this kind of weather.”

Iruka raised a brow. “Is that so?”

The young Ikari nodded.

The pair’s journey ended when they happened upon a small two storey condo style apartment building. Iruka and the newcomer stopped at a door marked 106, the chuunin teacher fumbled around in his pockets, revealing a key with which he unlocked the door.

“We’re here!” Iruka declared, crossing the threshold, smiling slightly. The young Ikari followed in suit, minus the talking and facial expressions.

The apartment was rather Spartan in nature, the walls were painted a simple white. A couch was parked against the eastern wall of the apartment, barely a foot from it there was a small coffee table, and on the wall opposite to the couch there was a small entertainment center that was missing a television, he would make a mental note to buy one after he had the funds. On the northern end of the room there was a nook that contained a small kitchen and a small breakfast bar.

Daisuke smiled slightly. “This place has all the comforts of home, minus the TV.”

Iruka chuckled lightly. At least the kid has a sense of humor. Iruka immediately slipped back into teacher mode, clearing his throat. “Behind the dorms there is a student garden where students can study or practice their jutsus. Also,” Iruka continued, “there are fifty students here in this school-fifty-one including you- most of them don’t live on campus, so you don’t have a roommate.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Daisuke replied cooly.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Iruka threw him the key.

Daisuke caught the key with ease. “Not at all,” Daisuke said, his ruby eyes slightly narrowing behind his glasses.

“Where are you from?” Iruka asked casually.

“Actually,” Daisuke started calmly, running his hand through his obsidian hair. “I’m from here originally, I just came back from a long hiatus.”

“Welcome back, then.”

“Thank you sensei, for everything.” Daisuke bowed slightly.

“Don’t mention it.” Iruka waved dismissive hand, smiling genuinely. Iruka immediately went for the exit, but he stopped when he remembered something. “By the way, school starts at eight in room 213, don’t be late.”

“Sure,” Daisuke said watching Iruka leave.

After hearing the door close, Daisuke let out a tired sigh and sauntered down to his bedroom so he could unpack his things. The bedroom contained two wooden bed frames with naked mattresses, positioned the two beds there was a small table with a lamp on it, and on the opposite wall there was a dresser with a mirror hanging on the wall a few centimeters above it.

He laid his bag on the bed and started to unpack which wouldn’t take that long since he didn’t really have a lot of stuff to begin with. He looked at one of his belongings -which was a kunai/shuriken holster- almost strapping it to his leg, he stopped himself. “I won’t be needing this today,” he muttered to himself tossing it on the companion bed. “But just incase . . . ” Pulling out a small crimson scroll, he put it in his pants pocket.

Taking off his sunglasses, he looked out the window to the student garden. He smiled to himself. Konoha, I can’t believe that I’m actually here. Grandad and father would be proud, he shook himself momentarily, pushing out the bad memories that came with those thoughts. Just remember your training and you’ll be just fine, he mentally reassured himself.

He suddenly felt a familiar twinge inside his skull, almost a resonance if you will. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that if he got that feeling he’d better pay attention. He glanced where the feeling felt strongest, he saw a teenage girl about his age preforming a complicated kata of what looked to be some form of tai-chi. She had milky white skin and dark indigo hair, her eyes were pale lavender pools that-at the moment-seemed to be the very epitome of concentration and devotion.

Looking at her for a couple of seconds, he started to the feel the same twinge, but it was stronger and much more painful this time around. He moaned in pain, dropping to his knees holding his head with his hands.

An image flowed through his mind, a young woman stood in the middle of a thicket of cherry blossom trees, she wore a pure white kimono that blended perfectly with her milky white skin, pale lavender eyes that were similar to the girl outside, the only contrast between her and that girl was her flowing shoulder length obsidian hair. When she seemed to notice something, she turned her head to the side and smiled genuinely at it.

Daisuke came to his senses, the pain began to subside. Ouch, my head. He grumbled mentally. Why do these visions always have to be so damn painful? He had been dealing with these ‘visions’ most of his life, at first they were small headaches that went away after a few seconds, and after a time the pain slowly evolved into a stabbing pain that would last a few minutes to an hour.

Daisuke slowly rose to his feet, his head still throbbing. Maybe I should lay down for a while. . . He moved over to the bare bed practically crashing on it.

After a moment he knew no more.

Author’s Notes:

Sorry about the cliffhanger, I wrote this piece about six months ago and I still have a strong case of writers’ block so I finally decided to test the waters on this one. If you happen to read this, comrades, please drop a line and give me some constructive criticism. And when you do I want you to scrutinize every bit of this work, be merciless like the hordes of Genghis Khan. But if you are a lame arse flamers with just the intent of telling me this just plain sucks do not even bother. You’d just be wasting both of our precious time. To those of you that will give me constructive criticism I must thank you in advance.
Peace be with you,
-Centurious
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