Naruto AU: Naraku of The Golden Sand.

Feel free to point any gramatical mistake.

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My eyes were having trouble adjusting to the sunlight, so I blinked multiple times.

I shouted as I got to my feet, almost cramping from moving so fast, but it did not matter right now because I could see!

Just how?? Why?

My eyes began to well up with tears as the questions raced through my head.

"After all these years..." it has been 13 years since I lost my sight, and I almost forgot what color the sun was. I could hardly utter words from my shock.

I had a brief moment of happiness, but regrettably nothing lasts forever. This was confirmed by the sudden discomfort throughout my entire body, and I knew this was not my body as soon as I looked down.

Too young, too fucking white, too skinny, and just a little bit too short for the cherie on top! I am a 39-year-old black man who stands 5'11; this fair skin and lanky limbs were clearly not mine.

In panic, I looked around; I was in an old eastern bedroom, possibly a japanese or Chinese one. I could not tell which one, but they were definitely in those styles.

My eyes (oh, Lord, I have eyes!) Wandered around the clay room? Who makes materials out of clay? It was at this moment that i saw it.

A puppet—more specifically, a black wooden giant demon ass puppet with razor-sharp blades as hands—that was so large that it was unimaginably difficult for someone to attach blades to it. I have heard of some pretty bizarre stuff, but there were no pupets that big!

I was about to cry out for help against this obviously demonic thing (the puppet has not moved yet, but I was not counting on these fresh eyes to see that it wouldn't), when all of a sudden, memories flooded my head.

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4 hours later.

"I had been reincarnated..? The fuck? He muttered to himself, "Bitch, I did not even die," in a tone that was both shocked and somewhat angry.

From the influx of memories he had just received, he knew that original owner of this body was called Chikamatsu Naraku, a chunin of Sunugakure, a chunnin of Sunugakure.

"From all the placed that I could reincarnate into...it had to be this shitty world, and I am not even in knonoha, sure I was a hard core fan of Naruto but that did not mean I wanted to be here..."

He sighed to himself and returned his attention to the room, which was a plain clay room with a desk and one bed. The only interesting features were the gigantic black ninja puppet and collection of books next to the bed.

'Wait a second, I am sure those books were not there earlier.' Naraku got out of bed and went to the books, where he noticed a note written in perfect English on top of the books.

'Thank you, Lord Jesus for this blessing.' Naraku felt conflicted; on the one hand, he had his eyes back, but on the other, he was in a death world during the Second Ninja Great War, if his memories served him right.

Getting those thought out of his mind, Naraku read the note silently:

[Your random omnipotent being speaking, I threw you down here by mistake, sorry (not really), you see, I am not a complete asshole, so I left two things as an apologies: these books in front of you are one, and I increased your talent in Justsu creation by ten times when creating new Jutsu, and by twenty times when creating abilities and skills from other realities that were fictional in your previous life, enjoy!]

"..."

Naraku's expression was blank for a moment before he turned to the wall and began kiking it in rage.

"Son of **&*****&& this pu***** as**** ni****** shit!"

...

Later that day.

Naraku could be seen sitting in silence on the roof of his house in Suna, his eyes wandering around as if trying to imprint the city in his mind, while eating a bunch of cokies he found in the house.

The nine books in the room were all about chakra, with one for each of the seven styles: Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Lightning, Yin, and Yang. The last two books, on the other hand, were titled 'Secrets of Jutsu Creation' and 'Hand seals and their relationship to chakra'; he could guess what they were about from the titles.

For the ninth time in the last hour since he received Chakamatsu Naraku memories, Mark sighted.

"What a beautifaul view" he exclaimed with a smile, trying (and failing) to ignore the implication of his situation, yet sadly, the voice calling from behind him brought him back from his brief denial.

"Chikamatsu Naraku, you have been summoned to the Mission Hall" turning his head slightly to the left, Mark's eyes fell on a 20 something year old man.

Jonin Higorashi Ryuma, his new memories wispered , 'Jonin with such a pitifal chakra?...no, a wind clone'

Noticing that Mark kept staring staring at him, the clone emphasized "Naraku, you are expected in 15 minutes"

Saying such, the clone dispelled himeself in a gust of wind unlike what Mark was used to seeing in the anime, meanwhile Mark kept staring at the spot he disapeared in before letting out another sigh.

Truthfully, he wanted to cry.

"Hold it in, it's not worth it" he ressured himeslf before jumbing off the building, an act he never thought of doing before today.

Landing gracefully on the ground, Naraku got his Puppet in a scroll and the books in a different scroll before heading out to the Mission Hall.

On his way, he kept turning his head left and right, taking in everything with his new eyes, his expression ever changing, happy for these gifts, while angry at the same time about the way he got them.

He could have used chakra to get there quickly enough, and while a part of him was screaming in anticipation for using supernatural powers, it eventualy lost to the part that just wanted to chill for a moment, after all, he was getting a lot of excitement in the war to come.

'Naraku dosen't know many jutsu' He noted while walking, no matter how bizzar this situation is, focusing on staying alive should be priority for the now.

'Wind clone, Wind piercer, Wind shock, and puppet manipulation were his only go to weapons in battle, he is a sensor but the radius is barely 20 meters, and althought he tried expanding on that particular skill, he was not quite talented in it, Naraku could walk on trees easily, but he never saw the point in learning water walking since he was always deployed in Suna and the areas surrounding Iwa' Mark put his hand on his chin as the mission hall came to view 'I am 17 in this life and a chunnin, Naraku became genin at 8 and chunnin at 11, he was hardworking, yet he lacked chakra to go further than chunnin and has been stuck for 6 years like this, he couldn't could get a secret technique since he is just an orphan and he did not posses a kekei genkai either, he practiced and performed in missions well enough, yet his limits were reached and he didn't know any way to surpass them.'

'His only B rank jutsu: Wind Piercer was a gift from the academy, in other words, Chikamatsu Naraku was a paifully average young man' Mark nodded to the guards on the door as he got in, he mostly ignored the chatter around him as he ascended the stairs towerds the office of the elite Jonin responsible for his unit.

Sunugakure's military system worked in similar ways to konoha's but different in others according to his memories, after graduation, 3 shinoby genin follow a jonin responsible for them, but once they become chunnin, they are then placed in teams of 5 chunnin with 4 of them following 1 experianced chunnin, currently Naraku was a team leader himeself and he could guess why was he summoned.

Knocking the door twice, Mark now Naraku called out:"Kaiba-sama, i have come with report"

"Come in" came the voice from the other side.

Going inside, Naraku looked face to face with the aged Kaiba, grey has already taken over most of his head, dark brown eyes and a small goati, he was sitting in a way that reminded Naraku of movie generals he used to see in his previus life, a no nonsence expression, with a posture that demanded respect, this was Aki Kaiba, one of the last Scroch release users in the village.

"Your report?" He demanded immediatly.

And silently Naruku removed a scroll from his bag of holding *cough*ninja bag*cough*

Silently Naruku removed a scroll from his bag of holding *cough*ninja bag*cough* and hand it to him.

It contained a detailed report about the last mission team Naraku has gone through.

"Very well, you are dissmissed" Naraku didn't move from his place however.

Noticing him there, Kaiba raised an eyebrow and questioned "Yes?"

"Kaiba-sama, i wanted to inform you that team Naraku will not be taking any missions for a while" techniquely speaking, it was not neccesarly to tell him this, as it was in the right of any team to take a break, however, Naraku didn't see the harm in telling him this if only out of respect.

"I see, why is that?" Kaiba asked, his tone indifferent.

Naraku hesitated a bit but then answered honestly "there have been many small battles happening beetween the great villages recently, I have a guess that soon, something big will happen and I want me and my team to be ready for it, to defend the village in the best way possible."

A suprised expression appeared on kaiba before a smile took its place "You are quite intelligent, Naraku-kun, very well, you can take as much as you like, but be ready when the time come"

Naraku bowed before he turned around and left the room, and soon after, the building.

Returning to his humble room quickly this time, Naraku sat at his desk and started to think 'the year is 49 after the founding of Sunukagure, and 50 after founding of Konohagakure, I am pretty sure the Second Ninja war happen at either the 52 or the 53 of konoha's founding with The Third great war happening couple months or maybe a year after the second ended'

'This means I have around 2 years before everything goes to shit, then I will be thrown into nearly ten years of constant combat and killing' Naraku was not sure what to think about that, he never killed anyone as Mark, but Chikamatsu Naraku has killed at least 30 people during his his life.

'Will get to it when we get to it, now i have around two years to prepare, Naraku has accumaled a lot of money that was still in his possesion so that isn't a problem, the note from earlier said that my talent was boosted in jutsu creation and speacificly in creating jutsu that mimiked abilities and skills from other fictional worlds, that is what i should focus on' Naraku has already burned the note as he did not see a reason to keep it with him.

Getting the books outside of scroll in a puff of smoke, he looked at them one by one.

'Fire and Chakra'

'Water and Chakra'

'Wind and Chakra'

'Stone and Chakra'

'Lightning and Chakra'

'Applications of Yin Chakra'

'Applications of Yang Chakra'

'Secrets of Jutsu Creation'

'Hand Seals and their realions to Chakra'

"I should start with the basics, althought I would love to spit fireballs, mastering hand seals is more important for now, old Naraku was proficiant in hand seals, but I should be even better than that."

And so, Naraku sealed the other books in different scrolls that he then put in his ninja bag, picked the 'Hand Seals and their relation to Chakra' and sat down comfortably on his bed, then he did something that would become a strange habit considering the world he is in, he started reading.