Born from my imagination vault came a smokey figure panting on the ground heavily. The person looked at me, a silent spectator to the ever unpredictable nature of my blessed curse that is my imagination. All I remember before I blacked out were sky blue eyes and white serrated teeth.

Ok, ok… how I got the idea for this story wasn't so dramatic (I was eating lunch) it still hit me over the head with the mighty imagination hammer until I finally tapped out and wrote it. This means that it came to me three months ago. The name is under debate in the reviews or PM messages. Please don't bring any generic name.

Some of the characters in this story are going to be OOC but isn't it so in most of my stories? Take note to have an open mind and remember that this story is a product of my mind so the timeline shifts slightly. Naruto is three years older than canon and Orochimaru knows Tobi's 'real' identity (Obito isn't Madara).

I think that's all I have to say so I won't hold yu back anymore.

Without further ado, I give to you, a B.j. special named 'Out of the Blue'

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

CHAPTER 1

If there was one thing Naruto found out from a very young age it was that he was a freak. The boy 6 year old sat near a river miles away from his home village, Konoha, silently as he looked at his reflection. He had pale skin that became veiny if he got too tired, spikey light blue hair that spiked up more if he got too angry, sky blue pupil less eyes that blinked back at him through his reflection, three thin lines on the sides of his neck that only opened up under water and pristine white serrated teeth that if by some bad luck a tooth snapped another would replace it minutes later. The teeth didn't in anyway protrude out of his mouth or make his jaw wider. He wore a black shirt that had the sleeves torn out and plain black shorts with blue ninja sandals.

He bared his teeth and used his index finger to tap them experimentally; it clinked under his neatly trimmed finger nails. He looked at his sleeveless arms and saw another reason the children in the village called him a freak; there was a thick black tattooed line going from his fingers up his arm to his back where the other thick lines from his other arm and leg joined together between his shoulder blades, a thick line shot up the back of his head and disappeared into his hair.

The blue haired boy puffed out a breath and crossed his legs in front of the softly flowing river. He smiled faintly as he saw some fish watch him curiously; at least they didn't run away from him unlike his family. He still regretted following his uncle Orochimaru out of the village with his student, Anko.

He was the first born of three children, two of his younger siblings being twins. He was three years older than them and he realized that his parents weren't exactly paying attention to him when they locked him in their house and left for the Kyuubi festival with the baby twins. He wasn't the sort of child that would spit and scream for attention but they should at least remember that he too had to eat food, or that he too had to wear clothes, or even that he too needed to be looked after when he injured himself. That was why he followed his uncle out of the village; because he promised to make them love him again.

That ended horribly. When they were far enough away from Konoha he was knocked out and he woke up looking like a sort of humanoid shark. His parents distanced themselves from him and so did most of the village, the occasional drunk spitting on him and calling him the 'Snakes boy toy'. After being chased into the forest of death he swore to kill the man, to kill his uncle Orochimaru. And since no one wanted to help him he would help himself.

He only discovered that he could swim far better than any normal human during a training session he went through. He was trying-and failing-at using his chakra to stick to a branch, the training scroll he swiped from his father library instructed him to go for smaller chakra control exercises before he progressed to harder ones, this was the first time he was happy he didn't listen to instruction. He fell into the water after the branch exploded from under him and the sensation he felt after that could only be described as 'Ah…'

He stayed in the river for the rest of the day and only noticed that the black lines on his arms had icy blue fins on them, and when the current tried to carry him away and he swam towards shore. The ones on his back had fins too but his legs didn't. He swam upstream, something nobody was meant to do, and found out it was both easy and fun. He zipped around the water impossibly, completely forgetting the fact that he wasn't supposed to be able to breath, and swam in dexterous angles. He even saw to the bottom of the river and grinned at the shivering fish that saw him.

Naruto used his newly discovered abilities to swim with the current out of the village to where he was right now. It was his secret place; where he could go to when he wanted to be alone or to train, whether his fish-like abilities or his more human aspects. Like today he had just finished some leaf sticking chakra control exercises and some muscle work. His endurance was almost unreachable as seen by how fast and how far he could swim, though he still trained it occasionally.

The place was surrounded by trees several feet away from the water with some large rocks jutting out of the ground. The sun shone over the place but not overbearingly and the breeze that passed through was soothingly cool to his sensitive skin. Right now it was about sunset and he opted to take a break for the night and watch how the light twinkled on the surface of the water and how the passing otters would squeak at him and scamper into the forest.

His ears twitched when he heard some twigs snap and he jumped up in shock when someone stumbled into the clearing and fell down face first into the ground. The man looked worse for wear; his shirt looked like it was torn off and his pants looked shredded but still intact enough to hide his junk, it seemed. The man had a strange looking sword in his hands that sniffed the air and looked at him. It was purplish and had strange spikey scales that shivered when it saw him. It extended from the purple frilled out scales to its equally scaly but smooth grey handle to the small skull at its tip.

The man grunted and huffed to his feet, he swayed uncertainly and it seemed that he couldn't see all that well from the way he kept rubbing his eyes. The man had bluish skin and long, shaggy hair that cascaded down his back.

Naruto saw the fist-sized holes all over his torso that went clean through, the scorch marks on his left cheek and the way the man supported his left leg and he knew that the man wouldn't make it. The stranger looked at him and grinned weakly, making Naruto stumble backwards when he that he too had serrated teeth. The man too looked at him curiously before he fell on the ground again, this time facing upwards.

Naruto, feeling a sense of strange brotherhood from the man, ran up to him and shakily hovered his hands over the mortal wounds. A few tears escaped his eyes and clenched his teeth to keep his sobs inside him,

"Why are you crying kid?" the man whispered hoarsely, he used his free hand to pat the boys arm softly, "I can't handle crying kids."

Naruto sniffled and took the man's hand in a firm grip, "you're just like me," he bared his teeth and moved the man's hands to his neck to stroke his gills.

The man breathed in painfully and felt the boy's gills, "what's your name kid?"

"My-my name is Naruto, sir."

The dying man grinned again, "My name is Hoshigaki Kisame. You look like a leaf kid, why aren't you there?"

"I was training. This is the only place I feel comfortable in."

Kisame coughed out some blood and wheezed for air, the boy gently raised his head up, "why can't you train with your friends, your family?"

"…they don't want me around. No one likes me. I don't need them anyway; I'm getting stronger on my own and soon I'll be able to kill him." Kisame raised an eyebrow at the way the child spat out the word venomously.

"Who?"

"My uncle, Orochimaru of the Sannin."

The man coughed heavily and globs of blood came out of his mouth. The wounds on his torso bled more heavily, he grabbed the boys hand and passed his sword over, "I don't have much time, kid. I don't know you, but I know what it feels like to be rejected. I'm giving you my sword, Samehada, in good faith that you'll master it and that I at least did something good." He shakily stroked the shivering sword, "take care of him, Samehada." The forest behind them exploded and out stepped a man Naruto would never forget and another he swore to kill. Kisame unsealed a scroll and shoved it into the new wielder of the legendary sword, "take this with the sword and run."

Naruto only caught half of what he said; he was buys glaring bloody death at the snake Sannin who waved at him jovially. He snarled and his fins shot out of his body, the edges glowed a faint white, literally buzzing with energy. He grabbed the sword, which swallowed the scroll, and looked down at the dying man. His face softened and the buzzing quietened down under Kisame's stern gaze. The other man stood by and watched the proceedings from behind his one eyed mask.

"why hello, Naruto-kun," the Sannin said smoothly, said boy growled angrily and the buzzing started up again with renewed vigour, "I see you like my gift," the boy didn't respond but kept his eyes locked on Kisame's that silently kept telling him to run, "its rude not to answer your elders when they're talking to you child." Naruto squeezed the swords handle with terrible force.

Kisame got back to his feet unsteadily and stood in front of Naruto defiantly. The clearing quietened again as the boys eyes widened in amazement; the man should not even be able to stand and he was clearly doing so. "Naruto," Kisame looked at him over his shoulder and pointed to konoha's general direction, "Go get stronger…for me and for yourself." The child nodded and sprinted into the water, he dived in his fins disappeared soon after with the huge sword giving a last shriek to his precious former wielder.

"You do know that you'll still die and that I'll take that sword from him right? As impressive as that display was." the masked man said idly as he looked at his nails. "You should have made this easier and joined us; you would have been a very valuable asset to the Akatsuki."

"Kid's a natural if you ask me, Madara, and I'm sure he's going places. You won't get that sword even if you tried," Kisame smiled strangely serenely as he watched the water ripple after the child's speedy entry, "I may love challenges but taking over the world is a bit too much," he slowly took his favoured stance, "and too stupid. Now if you don't mind let's get this over with." And with that he rocketed over to his two opponents.

Naruto erupted out of the water and landed with a crouch. He looked at his surroundings and nodded when he noticed that he was in the forest of death, the place he usually was in if he wanted to go to his special place. The large sword chattered and the memory of the only person to trust him-albeit blindly-came back to him. He tearfully made a make shift grave under a tree for the man and sat in front of it, looking intently at the Kisame's name carved on the bark by Samehada itself, who just so happened to be having the same thoughts. The sword sat on his lap, the scales smoothed down to allow him to stroke it gently; the sword wailed mournfully for the shark skinned man.

Midnight came and the boy finally calmed down enough to hold his hand out for the sword to spit out the scroll. The scroll had many storage seals written on it from top to bottom and the only way he knew how to use it was because he usually saw his mother unseal her swords from a similar looking seal on her arms. Out of the first seal (top left corner) fell another scroll that contained bandages that the man specifically instructed the next Samehada wielder to wrap the great sword in so as not to attract too much attention and so that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

The moon shone down into the clearing as he observed his neatly wrapped sword and hefted it onto his shoulders. He could do this because the sword shrunk a bit in size and because of his torturously long muscle and endurance exercises, though he grunted in effort as he stepped forward. He looked over at the name carved on the tree and clenched his fist, Samehada purring softly through its bandages.

"it's just you and me buddy," he said silently as he ran out of the forest, the sword purred again and he giggled, "I know right? We're going to get so strong." Shiver, chatter. He whispered with the sentient sword as he slid through his family's gate after he swiped some blood on it and crept into the house into his room. He breathed a sigh of relief and laid his sword on the wall next to his bed. His room looked simple with a desk opposite his personal bathroom door, a single bed in the corner of the room near the window, a large purple rug over the ground and some of the scrolls he pilfered from the family library littered around the ground haphazardly. There were posters on the wall that showed pictures of famous ninjas throughout the elemental nations, from the surprise picture of the Kazekage to an expanded picture of the late Sandaime Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, eating some noodles with his children, Asuma, Sato and Tsume Sarutobi, a week before the Kyuubi's attack three years ago.

He even had had Orochimaru's picture. It had kunai scattered over his body and a thick slash through his neck from Naruto's arm fin.

Naruto hid the scroll Kisame gave him under his pillow and sat on the bed, leaning on the wall. He looked at the massive sword and grinned toothily, the tear tracks under his eyes spoiling the eerie picture of childhood happiness. The moon beam bounced into the room and cast a shadow over his body leaving only his white teeth and blue eyes to twinkle like some sort of bogey monster. Thoughts of his improved training regimen ran through his head and his smile widened impossibly. A childish giggle escaped his lips as he slumped into his bed, idly stroking the sword before he fell asleep five minutes later.

Authors note

Never fear! B.j. foy is here!

I know I haven't really been updating, but I blame the fact that I have been struggling to enter school for some time but now that I see its coming together I can relax and start again, though it wouldn't be too frequent because of classes.

I got this idea after watching Kisame die…again. The dude's hardcore and I felt it was my intrusive duty to write a fanfic about it. It's not the same as canon but I still think it's awesome. Kisame is a bit OOC, but aren't MOST my characters in ALL my fanfics'?

Be honest with me guys, do you want me to bother with anymore chapters. 'Cause I won't write anymore if I know no one would read it. *grins*

Just like my other stories I'd like your opinions, thoughts, ideas…whatever. If any of you have any ideas and you don't want to put it in the review box, PM me.

Review!

B.j.