Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Jump ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 2.7K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed
AN: Hey guys, chapter two. Enjoy. =^^=
Theme Music: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
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.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
The Jump
Chapter Two
Arashi breathed a ragged sigh and massaged his temples lightly, hoping to ease the throbbing headache that was threatening to turn to a migraine at any moment. Fourteen years to catch up on was a very long time. His golden brows tugged downwards slightly, and he frowned, marring his almost perfect complection with a loose unease.
As much as he loved his village, he hated it; if that were possible.
He had been told of the village’s treatment of his son, but then, he had also known that the boy, as well as Konohagakure, was unaware of his lineage. Uzumaki Naruto. Arashi smiled softly, thinking the name he had chosen for his son had suited him perfectly. A whirlpool of emotions, power, and attitude that seemed to effect everything in its midst. Although he was somewhat lacking of the details of Naruto’s early childhood, he knew that the kid had it tough.
Arashi hoped to lighten that load somewhat.
He was laying on his bed, or rather, a guest bed, set up in the Ninja Tower. Currently, he was staying in on of the Hokage’s spare rooms, usually reserved for visiting feudal lords of those higher up in the hierarchy. He had only been in Konoha for about one week now, mostly recovering in the hospital, and with the help of Tsunade-hime’s talented healing skills, he had gained his health back in merely days.
During the duration of that time, he had been kept secret from almost all of the residents, as well as shinobi, that resided inside the walls of the ninja village. Truthfully, only a handful of ninjas knew he was there, as well as the ANBU that discovered him, and a few medics that treated him over the past week. It pained him to no end, though, when he discovered that Sarutobi-sensei had been murdered.
Arashi’s lips curled in disgust.
That damn snake, killing his own teacher, the kind, gentle man (if he wasn’t an enemy of yours, that is), that put his whole self into the village, throwing himself in harms way to protect it by any means necessary. Oh, how he wished that Sandaime was still here, to lecture him as he used to, and to guide him. Sarutobi-sensei had done wonders to him, and he had helped him succeed to Hokage.
A fleck of a smile reached his lips in the fond memory of the Third, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, sighing. Oh, how he missed that old fool terribly. It was sad to know that he would never see his friend again, and he ached on the inside. He himself had been the dobe of the class, but Sandaime-sama had seen past his shy exterior and placed him with Jiraiya, the loud pervert sennin.
He had been shy as a young ninja, and hesitant in his skills; but as he spent more and more time with Jiraiya, training with him one on one, as well as with his fellow classmates, he had grown into an independent, and well mannered young man. He had been a loner, an outcast, as being an orphan often did to young children. He never remembered his parents, and he only knew that they had died in an early battle between the Lightning village and the Leaf. It had been one of the earlier battles in the war between the two, but there were casualties nonetheless.
He had lived in the orphanage until he was old enough to enter the academy at age six, then he was placed into foster care for a few years until he was ten, and from then on he lived on his own, in a shabby little apartment. He was given minimum allowances to buy groceries with, which at first he blew off on knick-knacks, until he learned that zero balance is a bad thing, and it’s wise to spend money on your food, not little no-good gadgets.
He had graduated from the academy at age eight (he’d failed once), and then moved on to be a Genin until he was twelve, when he made Chuunin after his third try. Then he waited until he was fifteen to apply for the Jounin exams, which, surprisingly, he passed on his first go around. Once he was sixteen, he acquired his first team of Genin, one of which was the child prodigy Kakashi. A bright, if not lazy young boy who showed all the promise of being one of the leaf’s greatest ninjas. When Arashi was twenty, he became the hokage, Yondaime. In fact, he became the youngest Hokage in the history of Konoha (Although considering that there had only been three Hokage before him, it wasn’t too great a deal).
Arashi sighed, and looked at the file of Uzumaki Naruto again.
He wasn’t too sure how this little “Reunion” of theirs was going to go.
Uzumaki Naruto, had a pretty normal life, if one asked him themselves, maybe a little lonely, but overall not that bad, especially the ramen in it. Because ramen makes everything better, or so Naruto’s philosophy went. Anything could be cured over a nice, steamy bowl of freshly cooked ramen. Particularly miso ramen, but that was beside the point.
Not that Naruto really cared as long as he was getting his noodles.
“Oi!! Ji-san!! Is my ramen done yet!!??” Naruto yelled, holding up his chopsticks, ready to dig in as soon as the ramen hit his bowl. The old man smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling in well worn laugh-lines that had etched themselves deep into his face from years of smiling.
“Hai, hai, hold your horses, boy, it’ll be done as soon as it’s done. Here,” He dumped some already done ramen into Naruto’s bowl. “That should tide you over for now,” he smiled again as Naruto grinned so wide his eyes snapped tightly shut and dug eagerly into the small portion of ramen before him, “Itadakimasu!”
This was how Tsunade found them.
The young-looking Hokage smiled lightly as she came into Ichiraku Ramen Bar and saw the little scene play out in front of her. “Oi, I hope you aren’t eating this man out of restaurant, brat.” He turned around with a mouthful of noodles and glared her, a small tick forming on his forehead. Swallowing the remainder of his ramen, he scowled, “Keh, I’m not a brat, Obaa-chan!”
He stuck his tongue out at her impishly, and the restaurant owner put the rest of Naruto’s now cooked ramen into his bowl. Naruto gave a yell of happiness and dug into it ravenously. Tsunade sat on a stool next to him, and cupped her face in her hands.
Tsunade laughed, overlooking the remark on her age for once, “Alright, alright. Hurry up though, and when you’re done come to my office, I have to introduce you to someone.” Naruto blinked at her, ramen dangling out of his mouth haphazardly, “Eh?” Nearly losing his ramen speaking, he quickly grabbed it again with his mouth, and slurped it up quickly.
He grinned at her, “Eh? Is it someone important!? Another Hokage you want to brag about to me to!? Some village dignitary!? A clan leader to train me in secret ninja styles!?” He wiped his nose importantly while he smiled, “Aa! You’re finally recognizing my strength!!” Tsunade sweat dropped, and waved a hand at him. “Eh, not really, Naruto. It is someone important, and I think you’ll benefit from meeting him. He.... he knows something about your father.”
Naruto blinked in shock. He lowered his chopsticks carefully, setting them next to his bowl, and looked at her with wide eyes. “My.... my father?”
Tsunade nodded, “Come to my office when you’re done, we’ll talk then. We can’t here, it’s confidential.” She stood up, and smiled at him as she walked out of Ichiraku, heading towards the Hokage tower.
Naruto sat there in dumb shock. My father? I.... I have.... a dad?
The old man looked at Naruto concernedly. “Hey, you okay kid?” He asked. And not for no reason, Naruto looked pretty shaken up. “Hai, hai,” Naruto replied, and dug into his pocket for some money and placed it on the counter. “Eh, I’m not too hungry anymore, sorry for wasting your ramen.” Naruto stood up and walked out of Ichiraku Ramen Bar, a little bell ringing as he left for the Hokage Tower.
“Oi!! What the hell do you mean I can’t go see the Hokage!!??” Naruto demanded of two ANBU guards that stood on either side of the corridor to the Hokage’s Office. The two ANBU, one wearing a tori mask and the other with an itachi mask, sneered at him. “She has no reason to see you, demon,” the one with the weasel mask said.
Naruto growled dangerously, “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact, but I fucking outrank you, so move aside! That’s a direct order!!” The bird mask laughed as though it was funny, “Just because the Hokage likes you, you waltzed into that position, you don’t deserve it, demon. Let me show you what someone who worked hard to acquire their position fights like.”
The tori mask grunted as their hands flashed in a complicated array of hand seals, almost going too fast for Naruto to follow, and finally ending in the ram seal. “Suiton: Mizuryu Kage no Jutsu [Water Element: Water Dragon Shadow Technique]!” A barrage of water in the shape of a monstrous dragon suddenly pummeled Naruto into the ground, clogging his nose and ears, effortlessly filling his throat and smothering his body.
Naruto pounded into the close walls, bouncing from one to the other in the swift current of water that assaulted him. Curling into a fetal position, he formed a small Rasengan, and held it out in the water, and it created a somewhat whirlpool effect, and, as he got into the center of it, allowed him to breathe, so he spit out the water in his mouth and took huge gulps of air. Not to mention he swallowed about half of the water that attacked him.
He scowled, for letting himself be victim to such a weak attack. Not that it was truly weak to any extent, but the fact that it was weak compared to attacks he had suffered before irked him. Sighing, Naruto used his free hand to reach back to his weapon holster on his leg and withdrew four kunai and seemed to throw them randomly outside his whirlpool. A hack gut the air, and the jutsu was dispelled.
Releasing his Rasengan, Naruto stood up straight and looked towards the bird mask, who was currently pinned effortlessly to the wall by four kunai. They each supported him, two under his arms and two above his shoulders, pinning his clothing to the wall.
“Oi!! What’s all this commotion out here?” A familiar mass of white hair and red face paint poked out from the door to the Hokage’s Office. “Eh! Naruto, get your ass in here, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Naruto grinned, “Eh, I had a little delay.” He gestured towards the ANBU pinned to the wall. “Oh?” Jiraiya asked. “Eh, quit beating up the ANBU, we do need them occasionally, you know.” Naruto scowled, “Well, if they’d quit attacking me every time they saw me, I’m sure we’d all get along better.”
Jiraiya laughed, “Whatever, just hurry up!”
Naruto sighed and adjusted his green Jounin flak jacket, “Eh, hai, hai.”
AN: Hey, I’m sorry if anyone got confused last chapter (I had a couple people say they did). The splits between scenes didn’t show up like they should, and I tried to fix it. (I’m not too sure if it worked or not, but I tried). Also, if I do put in a romantic part of the story, it won’t be much of one, because this fanfiction will mainly focus on how Arashi and Naruto get through their new “Father-Son” relationship. As you can see, a bit of this chapter delved into Arashi and his past, and about nothing interesting, so I’m sorry if it was boring. It’s building up to the reunion, it’ll get much more interesting next chapter, when Naruto and Arashi really meet face-to-face for the first time. Let’s just say that sparks will fly, and not in a good way.
Also, if anyone has trouble with any of the Japanese preferences in The Jump, feel free to ask for a translation (Lol, most of the words I write in the fics, I tend to know the meaning of). And if you feel I’m being vague in any parts of the story, please review and tell me I am, or if you see any errors in the grammatical field, that is also something I want to know. I go over each chapter two or three times before I post, but a few errors tend to slip by me occasionally. I use WordPerfect, too, so sometimes it automatically fixes things I put in there purposely, and I miss it. So please, please, if you see any errors, do not hesitate to tell me about them.
On another note, the expected length of this fanfiction is only going to be about 10 or 15 or so chapters, give or take. But if it gets really popular, I’ll do an epilogue, but as another fanfiction.
Reviewer Replies
Oooh! Thank you guys so much! Special thanks to those who reviewed! If you’re not on the list right now and you reviewed for chapter one, my apologies, as I probably didn’t receive your review before I posted this chapter up, but you’ll be on the next chapter!
Daniel of Lorien; DotDotDotMan; bboo; Pheox; dee-unlm1t3d; Chaotic Demon; Chibi0Dragon; Little Fox Kit; vic; wyldcat; Dyroness; irukasgirl; and maxhrk.
Oh, and Wyldcat, there wasn’t any flash back in the first chapter, the only part that really reflected any true memory of the past was Arashi’s opening, but it was not a flashback, merely directly following his boot from the past to the present.
Thank you all so very much, I truly appreciate your kindness, and please, please don’t ever hesitate to review, I mean, all you have to do is push a button and type a little bit, it’s not that hard. R&R!
-Ookami Mononoke
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Theme Music: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
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.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
The Jump
Chapter Two
Arashi breathed a ragged sigh and massaged his temples lightly, hoping to ease the throbbing headache that was threatening to turn to a migraine at any moment. Fourteen years to catch up on was a very long time. His golden brows tugged downwards slightly, and he frowned, marring his almost perfect complection with a loose unease.
As much as he loved his village, he hated it; if that were possible.
He had been told of the village’s treatment of his son, but then, he had also known that the boy, as well as Konohagakure, was unaware of his lineage. Uzumaki Naruto. Arashi smiled softly, thinking the name he had chosen for his son had suited him perfectly. A whirlpool of emotions, power, and attitude that seemed to effect everything in its midst. Although he was somewhat lacking of the details of Naruto’s early childhood, he knew that the kid had it tough.
Arashi hoped to lighten that load somewhat.
He was laying on his bed, or rather, a guest bed, set up in the Ninja Tower. Currently, he was staying in on of the Hokage’s spare rooms, usually reserved for visiting feudal lords of those higher up in the hierarchy. He had only been in Konoha for about one week now, mostly recovering in the hospital, and with the help of Tsunade-hime’s talented healing skills, he had gained his health back in merely days.
During the duration of that time, he had been kept secret from almost all of the residents, as well as shinobi, that resided inside the walls of the ninja village. Truthfully, only a handful of ninjas knew he was there, as well as the ANBU that discovered him, and a few medics that treated him over the past week. It pained him to no end, though, when he discovered that Sarutobi-sensei had been murdered.
Arashi’s lips curled in disgust.
That damn snake, killing his own teacher, the kind, gentle man (if he wasn’t an enemy of yours, that is), that put his whole self into the village, throwing himself in harms way to protect it by any means necessary. Oh, how he wished that Sandaime was still here, to lecture him as he used to, and to guide him. Sarutobi-sensei had done wonders to him, and he had helped him succeed to Hokage.
A fleck of a smile reached his lips in the fond memory of the Third, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, sighing. Oh, how he missed that old fool terribly. It was sad to know that he would never see his friend again, and he ached on the inside. He himself had been the dobe of the class, but Sandaime-sama had seen past his shy exterior and placed him with Jiraiya, the loud pervert sennin.
He had been shy as a young ninja, and hesitant in his skills; but as he spent more and more time with Jiraiya, training with him one on one, as well as with his fellow classmates, he had grown into an independent, and well mannered young man. He had been a loner, an outcast, as being an orphan often did to young children. He never remembered his parents, and he only knew that they had died in an early battle between the Lightning village and the Leaf. It had been one of the earlier battles in the war between the two, but there were casualties nonetheless.
He had lived in the orphanage until he was old enough to enter the academy at age six, then he was placed into foster care for a few years until he was ten, and from then on he lived on his own, in a shabby little apartment. He was given minimum allowances to buy groceries with, which at first he blew off on knick-knacks, until he learned that zero balance is a bad thing, and it’s wise to spend money on your food, not little no-good gadgets.
He had graduated from the academy at age eight (he’d failed once), and then moved on to be a Genin until he was twelve, when he made Chuunin after his third try. Then he waited until he was fifteen to apply for the Jounin exams, which, surprisingly, he passed on his first go around. Once he was sixteen, he acquired his first team of Genin, one of which was the child prodigy Kakashi. A bright, if not lazy young boy who showed all the promise of being one of the leaf’s greatest ninjas. When Arashi was twenty, he became the hokage, Yondaime. In fact, he became the youngest Hokage in the history of Konoha (Although considering that there had only been three Hokage before him, it wasn’t too great a deal).
Arashi sighed, and looked at the file of Uzumaki Naruto again.
He wasn’t too sure how this little “Reunion” of theirs was going to go.
Uzumaki Naruto, had a pretty normal life, if one asked him themselves, maybe a little lonely, but overall not that bad, especially the ramen in it. Because ramen makes everything better, or so Naruto’s philosophy went. Anything could be cured over a nice, steamy bowl of freshly cooked ramen. Particularly miso ramen, but that was beside the point.
Not that Naruto really cared as long as he was getting his noodles.
“Oi!! Ji-san!! Is my ramen done yet!!??” Naruto yelled, holding up his chopsticks, ready to dig in as soon as the ramen hit his bowl. The old man smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling in well worn laugh-lines that had etched themselves deep into his face from years of smiling.
“Hai, hai, hold your horses, boy, it’ll be done as soon as it’s done. Here,” He dumped some already done ramen into Naruto’s bowl. “That should tide you over for now,” he smiled again as Naruto grinned so wide his eyes snapped tightly shut and dug eagerly into the small portion of ramen before him, “Itadakimasu!”
This was how Tsunade found them.
The young-looking Hokage smiled lightly as she came into Ichiraku Ramen Bar and saw the little scene play out in front of her. “Oi, I hope you aren’t eating this man out of restaurant, brat.” He turned around with a mouthful of noodles and glared her, a small tick forming on his forehead. Swallowing the remainder of his ramen, he scowled, “Keh, I’m not a brat, Obaa-chan!”
He stuck his tongue out at her impishly, and the restaurant owner put the rest of Naruto’s now cooked ramen into his bowl. Naruto gave a yell of happiness and dug into it ravenously. Tsunade sat on a stool next to him, and cupped her face in her hands.
Tsunade laughed, overlooking the remark on her age for once, “Alright, alright. Hurry up though, and when you’re done come to my office, I have to introduce you to someone.” Naruto blinked at her, ramen dangling out of his mouth haphazardly, “Eh?” Nearly losing his ramen speaking, he quickly grabbed it again with his mouth, and slurped it up quickly.
He grinned at her, “Eh? Is it someone important!? Another Hokage you want to brag about to me to!? Some village dignitary!? A clan leader to train me in secret ninja styles!?” He wiped his nose importantly while he smiled, “Aa! You’re finally recognizing my strength!!” Tsunade sweat dropped, and waved a hand at him. “Eh, not really, Naruto. It is someone important, and I think you’ll benefit from meeting him. He.... he knows something about your father.”
Naruto blinked in shock. He lowered his chopsticks carefully, setting them next to his bowl, and looked at her with wide eyes. “My.... my father?”
Tsunade nodded, “Come to my office when you’re done, we’ll talk then. We can’t here, it’s confidential.” She stood up, and smiled at him as she walked out of Ichiraku, heading towards the Hokage tower.
Naruto sat there in dumb shock. My father? I.... I have.... a dad?
The old man looked at Naruto concernedly. “Hey, you okay kid?” He asked. And not for no reason, Naruto looked pretty shaken up. “Hai, hai,” Naruto replied, and dug into his pocket for some money and placed it on the counter. “Eh, I’m not too hungry anymore, sorry for wasting your ramen.” Naruto stood up and walked out of Ichiraku Ramen Bar, a little bell ringing as he left for the Hokage Tower.
“Oi!! What the hell do you mean I can’t go see the Hokage!!??” Naruto demanded of two ANBU guards that stood on either side of the corridor to the Hokage’s Office. The two ANBU, one wearing a tori mask and the other with an itachi mask, sneered at him. “She has no reason to see you, demon,” the one with the weasel mask said.
Naruto growled dangerously, “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact, but I fucking outrank you, so move aside! That’s a direct order!!” The bird mask laughed as though it was funny, “Just because the Hokage likes you, you waltzed into that position, you don’t deserve it, demon. Let me show you what someone who worked hard to acquire their position fights like.”
The tori mask grunted as their hands flashed in a complicated array of hand seals, almost going too fast for Naruto to follow, and finally ending in the ram seal. “Suiton: Mizuryu Kage no Jutsu [Water Element: Water Dragon Shadow Technique]!” A barrage of water in the shape of a monstrous dragon suddenly pummeled Naruto into the ground, clogging his nose and ears, effortlessly filling his throat and smothering his body.
Naruto pounded into the close walls, bouncing from one to the other in the swift current of water that assaulted him. Curling into a fetal position, he formed a small Rasengan, and held it out in the water, and it created a somewhat whirlpool effect, and, as he got into the center of it, allowed him to breathe, so he spit out the water in his mouth and took huge gulps of air. Not to mention he swallowed about half of the water that attacked him.
He scowled, for letting himself be victim to such a weak attack. Not that it was truly weak to any extent, but the fact that it was weak compared to attacks he had suffered before irked him. Sighing, Naruto used his free hand to reach back to his weapon holster on his leg and withdrew four kunai and seemed to throw them randomly outside his whirlpool. A hack gut the air, and the jutsu was dispelled.
Releasing his Rasengan, Naruto stood up straight and looked towards the bird mask, who was currently pinned effortlessly to the wall by four kunai. They each supported him, two under his arms and two above his shoulders, pinning his clothing to the wall.
“Oi!! What’s all this commotion out here?” A familiar mass of white hair and red face paint poked out from the door to the Hokage’s Office. “Eh! Naruto, get your ass in here, we’ve been waiting for you!”
Naruto grinned, “Eh, I had a little delay.” He gestured towards the ANBU pinned to the wall. “Oh?” Jiraiya asked. “Eh, quit beating up the ANBU, we do need them occasionally, you know.” Naruto scowled, “Well, if they’d quit attacking me every time they saw me, I’m sure we’d all get along better.”
Jiraiya laughed, “Whatever, just hurry up!”
Naruto sighed and adjusted his green Jounin flak jacket, “Eh, hai, hai.”
AN: Hey, I’m sorry if anyone got confused last chapter (I had a couple people say they did). The splits between scenes didn’t show up like they should, and I tried to fix it. (I’m not too sure if it worked or not, but I tried). Also, if I do put in a romantic part of the story, it won’t be much of one, because this fanfiction will mainly focus on how Arashi and Naruto get through their new “Father-Son” relationship. As you can see, a bit of this chapter delved into Arashi and his past, and about nothing interesting, so I’m sorry if it was boring. It’s building up to the reunion, it’ll get much more interesting next chapter, when Naruto and Arashi really meet face-to-face for the first time. Let’s just say that sparks will fly, and not in a good way.
Also, if anyone has trouble with any of the Japanese preferences in The Jump, feel free to ask for a translation (Lol, most of the words I write in the fics, I tend to know the meaning of). And if you feel I’m being vague in any parts of the story, please review and tell me I am, or if you see any errors in the grammatical field, that is also something I want to know. I go over each chapter two or three times before I post, but a few errors tend to slip by me occasionally. I use WordPerfect, too, so sometimes it automatically fixes things I put in there purposely, and I miss it. So please, please, if you see any errors, do not hesitate to tell me about them.
On another note, the expected length of this fanfiction is only going to be about 10 or 15 or so chapters, give or take. But if it gets really popular, I’ll do an epilogue, but as another fanfiction.
Reviewer Replies
Oooh! Thank you guys so much! Special thanks to those who reviewed! If you’re not on the list right now and you reviewed for chapter one, my apologies, as I probably didn’t receive your review before I posted this chapter up, but you’ll be on the next chapter!
Daniel of Lorien; DotDotDotMan; bboo; Pheox; dee-unlm1t3d; Chaotic Demon; Chibi0Dragon; Little Fox Kit; vic; wyldcat; Dyroness; irukasgirl; and maxhrk.
Oh, and Wyldcat, there wasn’t any flash back in the first chapter, the only part that really reflected any true memory of the past was Arashi’s opening, but it was not a flashback, merely directly following his boot from the past to the present.
Thank you all so very much, I truly appreciate your kindness, and please, please don’t ever hesitate to review, I mean, all you have to do is push a button and type a little bit, it’s not that hard. R&R!
-Ookami Mononoke
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