Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Jump ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Ookami Mononoke 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 618 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 618 | Status: Completed
AN: Well, I decided that after reading so many Naruto fanfictions, I should write one of my own. I haven’t really thought about it that much at all, but hey, I’m in a writing mood, so what the hell?
Also, we’re playing with the rumor that Naruto is Yondaime’s son. Because the Yondaime is only referred to as that -Yondaime- I’m calling him Arashi, meaning “Storm,” also because this appears to be a popular name for the Yondaime in many fanfictions.
On with the show!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, just episodes. No manga, because the VIZ version sucks.
Summary: Much like the death of the Kyuubi, the death of the Yondaime was fragmented. Except for the fact that a disappearance is much different than a sealing.
The Jump
Chapter One
It was cold.
That much he knew for sure.
His golden locks whipped around him as he lay there, on the fringes of consciousness. The pain was a grey area, unidentifiable as he had never before experienced. He didn’t think it would have hurt so much.
His shinobi headband lay some ten feet away from him, and as much as he wanted to reach out for it, to tie it around his head, he knew his body could not move. It was as though ten thousand kunai and shuriken had embedded themselves in his body and pinned him to the ground.
Although, knowing his luck, they probably had.
He was alone.
And he was painfully aware of it.
The last thing he remembered was the battle. That damn fox had taken everything from him. His wife, his family, his son. He knew that damn fur ball had been given the last laugh. He’d known it as soon as the seal had been complete. The blinding flash, the wailing cry of his son, he’d been blown into oblivion.
Where ever the hell oblivion was, anyway.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, or how long he’d been awake or asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as he’d been doing. The last thing he remembered was looking into the mask of a leaf ANBU.
With a final prayer of thanks someone had found him, Uzumaki Arashi slipped into deep unconsciousness.
Jiraiya frowned.
What was Tsunade-hime playing at? She knew as well as he did that Arashi had disappeared after the battle with the Kyuubi. Had old age finally settled into the Godaime’s brain? The toad hermit snorted, highly doubting it.
He and his pupil, Naruto, had just returned from their most recent mission. Espionage upon the Mist Village. The two villages had a solid packed peace treaty with each other: one that had lasted since the first Mizukage, as well as the Hokage. It was kind of ironic, how each of their villages were based upon opposites, yet fire and water coexisted in complete harmony with each other (with the exceptions of a few rogue ninjas here and there).
Naruto had been excessively hyper, but had handled it all very well. His hyperactivity could be excused, though, because of his recent raise in status to a Jounin. Jiraiya shook his head at the thought. Naruto had not gone into the ANBU, as many Chunins did, but instead went and took the Jounin test........ two months after being accepted as a Chuunin.
Jiraiya himself had been surprised himself at the growth rate of the fourteen year old. The young prodigy had gone from being a dead-last dropout to a Jounin and one of the top shinobi in the village. Although the young teen still wasn’t the sharpest kunai in the pouch. Oh yes, the boy was a fairly good strategist (He had nothing against Shikamaru, but then, who did?), but he probably had the densest skull in all of Konoha.
It was hard to believe that only two years ago, this boy had been on the verge of failing the Genin exams, for the fourth time to boot.
Sighing, Jiraiya picked up his pace to keep up with his young pupil. Naruto himself was seen skipping up ahead of the frog hermit at the completed A-rank mission.
Damn that boy was hyperactive.
The Yondaime tapped a pen on the desk in front of him with incredible boredom. How long was Tsunade-hime going to make him wait? He sighed, and ceased tapping the pen. A slight frown marred his face as he narrowed his eyes at the dent that had formed from himself and the ink pen. Damn if that woman wasn’t going to annoy him just for the hell of it!
Another ragged sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned to the sound of the door being open. His muscles tensed instinctively as a head poked out from behind the door.
“Yon... Yondaime-sama, Tsunade-hime wishes to see you in her office now.” Shizune said, her eyes slightly nervous. Arashi smiled reassuringly at her, and he strode confidently towards the familiar Hokage chambers. As he neared, he heard a very loud, hyper voice coming from the room. Wondering what ninja in their right mind would make such a loud racket with the Hokage present, he silently walked towards the twin doors that led to the chambers of the Godaime.
A loud yell and a crash was heard, and Arashi instinctively moved left, as a rather green, orange and yellow blur flew past him. The boy crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and moaned loudly.
“Chikuso,” he grumbled, and rolled over to rise onto all fours, and then to his feet.
The boy was muttering under his breath -no doubt obscenities towards Tsunade-hime- and looking at the ground, hiding his face from Arashi’s view. He was wearing slightly faded orange pants, with a black undershirt and a dark green flak jacket. Sunshine hair stood up in points messily, and the golden locks looked slightly untamable. Arashi smirked, and a slight sense of deja vu came over him as he tugged at his own unruly mass of hair. Turning, he looked towards the office, “Oi! Godaime-sama, you rang?”
In the Hokage chambers, he saw piles and piles of paperwork yet to be filed, as well as two of the legendary Sennin. A familiar mass of white hair obscured almost everything else from view. Jiraiya turned and stared at Arashi, a strange look upon his face.
“So it is true,” the frog hermit breathed as he stared at his former pupil, “God you don’t know all that has happened in the past years.”
Tsunade seemed to deflate from whatever had caused her uproar towards the young shinobi. Her lips lifted in a small smile as she looked at Arashi. “Welcome back, but I’m afraid you may have to go into retirement for a while until I do that myself.” She laughed, “That baka over there won’t be to happy though, he’s going to be Rokudaime someday, but at this rate, it’s going to be a while.”
“EH!!??” The loud reply was from down the corridor, “I am not a baka, Tsunade-baba!”
Tsunade seemed to transform in a second. First she was laughing and smiling, now she looked more like a bull about to go on the rampage. “I’ll show you how much of a “baba” I am when I kick your scrawny little ass!” Tsunade yelled back as she rolled up her sleeves, looking like all the world she was about to kill the little Nin down the corridor.
“EH!!?? Yeah right, baba!” came the response, followed by a loud bit of laughter. There was an ear-splitting crack, followed by a low moan of pain.
“Itai! Kakashi-sensei, what the hell was that for!?” was the complain as a low chuckle followed it. “Only making some holes for the air to escape you head, Naruto. Go on home, the Hokage’s in another meeting now. Go pick up your payment from your last mission, it was an A-rank, correct?”
“Hai!” A scuffle was heard, as well as the sound of disappearing footsteps. A loud sigh followed as the sounds drifted out of earshot.
The raunchy Jounin soon appeared in the doorway, his silver hair casting an almost ethereal glow by itself. “Yo, Arashi-sensei.”
Arashi blinked at the tall man that stood before him. This was his prize pupil, the shorty Kakashi?
Turning, he looked at Tsunade quizzically, “Tsunade-hime, exactly how long has it been since I “Disappeared”?”
Tsunade smiled wryly, a small trace of bitterness in her voice, “Over fourteen years, we need to catch you up on things. One of the main things, your son.”
AN: Well, just mainly trying out the idea of this fanfiction. I’m debating on having a romantic twist here and there, and maybe some detail in Naruto’s parentage. This chapter is really just to test it out, and see if some people like it. I’ll get on a roll soon, hopefully. This is my first Naruto fanfiction though, so I’m getting along. R&R! =^^=
-Ookami MononokeConverting /tmp/phpPE64kP to /dev/stdout
Also, we’re playing with the rumor that Naruto is Yondaime’s son. Because the Yondaime is only referred to as that -Yondaime- I’m calling him Arashi, meaning “Storm,” also because this appears to be a popular name for the Yondaime in many fanfictions.
On with the show!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, just episodes. No manga, because the VIZ version sucks.
Summary: Much like the death of the Kyuubi, the death of the Yondaime was fragmented. Except for the fact that a disappearance is much different than a sealing.
The Jump
Chapter One
It was cold.
That much he knew for sure.
His golden locks whipped around him as he lay there, on the fringes of consciousness. The pain was a grey area, unidentifiable as he had never before experienced. He didn’t think it would have hurt so much.
His shinobi headband lay some ten feet away from him, and as much as he wanted to reach out for it, to tie it around his head, he knew his body could not move. It was as though ten thousand kunai and shuriken had embedded themselves in his body and pinned him to the ground.
Although, knowing his luck, they probably had.
He was alone.
And he was painfully aware of it.
The last thing he remembered was the battle. That damn fox had taken everything from him. His wife, his family, his son. He knew that damn fur ball had been given the last laugh. He’d known it as soon as the seal had been complete. The blinding flash, the wailing cry of his son, he’d been blown into oblivion.
Where ever the hell oblivion was, anyway.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, or how long he’d been awake or asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as he’d been doing. The last thing he remembered was looking into the mask of a leaf ANBU.
With a final prayer of thanks someone had found him, Uzumaki Arashi slipped into deep unconsciousness.
Jiraiya frowned.
What was Tsunade-hime playing at? She knew as well as he did that Arashi had disappeared after the battle with the Kyuubi. Had old age finally settled into the Godaime’s brain? The toad hermit snorted, highly doubting it.
He and his pupil, Naruto, had just returned from their most recent mission. Espionage upon the Mist Village. The two villages had a solid packed peace treaty with each other: one that had lasted since the first Mizukage, as well as the Hokage. It was kind of ironic, how each of their villages were based upon opposites, yet fire and water coexisted in complete harmony with each other (with the exceptions of a few rogue ninjas here and there).
Naruto had been excessively hyper, but had handled it all very well. His hyperactivity could be excused, though, because of his recent raise in status to a Jounin. Jiraiya shook his head at the thought. Naruto had not gone into the ANBU, as many Chunins did, but instead went and took the Jounin test........ two months after being accepted as a Chuunin.
Jiraiya himself had been surprised himself at the growth rate of the fourteen year old. The young prodigy had gone from being a dead-last dropout to a Jounin and one of the top shinobi in the village. Although the young teen still wasn’t the sharpest kunai in the pouch. Oh yes, the boy was a fairly good strategist (He had nothing against Shikamaru, but then, who did?), but he probably had the densest skull in all of Konoha.
It was hard to believe that only two years ago, this boy had been on the verge of failing the Genin exams, for the fourth time to boot.
Sighing, Jiraiya picked up his pace to keep up with his young pupil. Naruto himself was seen skipping up ahead of the frog hermit at the completed A-rank mission.
Damn that boy was hyperactive.
The Yondaime tapped a pen on the desk in front of him with incredible boredom. How long was Tsunade-hime going to make him wait? He sighed, and ceased tapping the pen. A slight frown marred his face as he narrowed his eyes at the dent that had formed from himself and the ink pen. Damn if that woman wasn’t going to annoy him just for the hell of it!
Another ragged sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned to the sound of the door being open. His muscles tensed instinctively as a head poked out from behind the door.
“Yon... Yondaime-sama, Tsunade-hime wishes to see you in her office now.” Shizune said, her eyes slightly nervous. Arashi smiled reassuringly at her, and he strode confidently towards the familiar Hokage chambers. As he neared, he heard a very loud, hyper voice coming from the room. Wondering what ninja in their right mind would make such a loud racket with the Hokage present, he silently walked towards the twin doors that led to the chambers of the Godaime.
A loud yell and a crash was heard, and Arashi instinctively moved left, as a rather green, orange and yellow blur flew past him. The boy crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and moaned loudly.
“Chikuso,” he grumbled, and rolled over to rise onto all fours, and then to his feet.
The boy was muttering under his breath -no doubt obscenities towards Tsunade-hime- and looking at the ground, hiding his face from Arashi’s view. He was wearing slightly faded orange pants, with a black undershirt and a dark green flak jacket. Sunshine hair stood up in points messily, and the golden locks looked slightly untamable. Arashi smirked, and a slight sense of deja vu came over him as he tugged at his own unruly mass of hair. Turning, he looked towards the office, “Oi! Godaime-sama, you rang?”
In the Hokage chambers, he saw piles and piles of paperwork yet to be filed, as well as two of the legendary Sennin. A familiar mass of white hair obscured almost everything else from view. Jiraiya turned and stared at Arashi, a strange look upon his face.
“So it is true,” the frog hermit breathed as he stared at his former pupil, “God you don’t know all that has happened in the past years.”
Tsunade seemed to deflate from whatever had caused her uproar towards the young shinobi. Her lips lifted in a small smile as she looked at Arashi. “Welcome back, but I’m afraid you may have to go into retirement for a while until I do that myself.” She laughed, “That baka over there won’t be to happy though, he’s going to be Rokudaime someday, but at this rate, it’s going to be a while.”
“EH!!??” The loud reply was from down the corridor, “I am not a baka, Tsunade-baba!”
Tsunade seemed to transform in a second. First she was laughing and smiling, now she looked more like a bull about to go on the rampage. “I’ll show you how much of a “baba” I am when I kick your scrawny little ass!” Tsunade yelled back as she rolled up her sleeves, looking like all the world she was about to kill the little Nin down the corridor.
“EH!!?? Yeah right, baba!” came the response, followed by a loud bit of laughter. There was an ear-splitting crack, followed by a low moan of pain.
“Itai! Kakashi-sensei, what the hell was that for!?” was the complain as a low chuckle followed it. “Only making some holes for the air to escape you head, Naruto. Go on home, the Hokage’s in another meeting now. Go pick up your payment from your last mission, it was an A-rank, correct?”
“Hai!” A scuffle was heard, as well as the sound of disappearing footsteps. A loud sigh followed as the sounds drifted out of earshot.
The raunchy Jounin soon appeared in the doorway, his silver hair casting an almost ethereal glow by itself. “Yo, Arashi-sensei.”
Arashi blinked at the tall man that stood before him. This was his prize pupil, the shorty Kakashi?
Turning, he looked at Tsunade quizzically, “Tsunade-hime, exactly how long has it been since I “Disappeared”?”
Tsunade smiled wryly, a small trace of bitterness in her voice, “Over fourteen years, we need to catch you up on things. One of the main things, your son.”
AN: Well, just mainly trying out the idea of this fanfiction. I’m debating on having a romantic twist here and there, and maybe some detail in Naruto’s parentage. This chapter is really just to test it out, and see if some people like it. I’ll get on a roll soon, hopefully. This is my first Naruto fanfiction though, so I’m getting along. R&R! =^^=
-Ookami MononokeConverting /tmp/phpPE64kP to /dev/stdout