Naruto : The Wraith of Konoha

In the ruins of Uzushiokagure, a young woman struggled to usher in a newborn baby of dark, black hair and onyx eyes. Her husband was sporting skills of a low ranked jonin. Watching. Waiting. Attentively protecting his wife as his female teammate, who was a medical ninja, provided guidance during the delivery. All were shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.

As the pregnant woman screamed, her newborn son was born into this world. Her husband relieved the tension locked in his back and smiles. While supporting his wife's upper body, they decide on a name. Kenji.

Five minutes later, the jonin team was splattered against the dirt. Mesh and red soup coated the trees and ground. It was gruesome, but over in an instant. Kenji, however, was riding shotgun in the arms of an unknown, masked individual that raced towards the land of water. What seemed like countless days of crying to Kenji, lead to the outskirts of the hidden mist village to a house upon a hill. The masked man placed Kenji in all the blankets he could rustle up until he was satisfied. When Kenji began to coo, the masked man backed away and stared at the baby as if he longed to be with the child but had no choice but to excuse himself. The lights in the small cabin came to life which seemed like the indication to leave for Kenji's kidnapper.

A woman around forty years old with small gray streaks beyond her scarlet red hair opened the door. The woman's name was Aya. She lived alone, so she hesitantly weighed the consequences of snatching this child up. She glanced toward his solemn face pushing the cold mist from his mouth and felt a tug at her heart. There is no way she can push him away. Aya quickly pressed Kenji against herself as she raced towards the fireplace. Kenji was a baby, but he did not fuss at all about the freezing cold weather. Aya gave him a sad smile. She was hoping with all her heart that this child would make it. Already feeling an attachment of family, Aya noticed a small note tucked away in the blankets surrounding Kenji. Along the terrible, fast-written symbols, it was stated that Kenji was the child's name along with the names of his parents. Upon the glance of these two esteemed names, Aya's eyes almost popped out of her head.

Her pace of reading increased. The note stated to "Please keep him safe. You are the only one who can." Aya began to churn the waterworks as she read "I only trust you for this. I know you will keep him because he is so cute. You always did have a weakness for kids. I'm not sure when, but I will try to return soon. Make sure to burn this letter and be safe. Don't tell anyone who he is." -An old friend

Tears and small laughter escaped Aya's face. Kenji woke up and began to search curiously at Aya's face, eventually reaching toward her. Aya couldn't help but acknowledge his drive and smile. Leaning closer, Aya felt the soft, newborn hand caress her cheek. She decided right then. No one will ever take him away from her.

Both Aya and Kenji were content with their position. Aya peddled around the fireplace for hours until Kenji finally began tiring from the constant tug of red hair and pale cheeks. He fell asleep in the arms of Aya with a smile. Both child and surrogate mother could not fathom the future horrors begging to surround them.

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Back towards the outskirts of Uzushiogakure, three shadows swished across the dark, black sky. Each with impeccable speed, they zoomed back and forth with the demeanor of a tool. A weapon. An emotionless soldier ready to slay anyone at a moments notice. With eyes as cold as ice, the trio raced back to their meeting place. The small cove of red stained trees with a red river splitting the land. Kenji's parents. All three glanced at the red stains without an ounce of pity or sadness. Just nothing.

Sporting three Hidden Leaf Anbu masks, the bear mask stated, "Lord Danzo will not be pleased that we lost the child."

His teammates nodded with rage. Rage at the one man that bested a top Anbu squad. That took the child. The objective of the entire assassination mission. The team searched up and down for the child, but the masked man was proficient in evasion, thus their current situation.

The team flickered away in defeat, completely oblivious of Kenji's location. The array of insects and solid, midnight sky marked the end of a significant day in shinobi history. With war on the horizon, each and every hidden village boiled with confidence at the thought of war, believing their village would be victorious. They were sadly mistaken.

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Note: Can I get a YAH YEET for my first chapter ever. I don't really know what I'm doing so I'm just going with it. Tell me what you think fellers.