"GOLD RANGER! YOUR TIME HAS COME!" Came the triumphant cry of the Dark Lord, Death Reaper.
"Never! No matter how your dark schemes close in, we as the Light shall persevere! Rangers, UNITE!" The leader, Gold Ranger shouted back, and soon enough the five other members jumped into their Flying Super Destruction Stance.
"Rangers are united!" shouted Gold Ranger's second-in-command, Blue Ranger.
"HAR HAR HAR! Your pitiful Flying Super Destruction Stance shall fail this time! My new weapon shall make sure of your defeat!" Death Reaper proclaimed mightily as a giant robot burst forth from the barren battleground.
"Wha-what is that?" Cyan Ranger shouted loudly in surprise.
"BWA HA HA! THIS IS MY SUPER OMNI-BOT! IT HAS BEEN UPGRADED!" Death Reaper shouted in victory!
"Rangers! We must do this! As those who stand for the goodness and peace of this world! ATTACK!" Gold Ranger said upliftingly!
The rest of the Rangers were inspired as their colored Chakra levels reached past level 50!
In unison they all shouted their first ultimate attack, "SUPER SHINY SPINNY ATTA-
"Hey, hey mister, watcha reading?" A curious child's voice sounded out, disrupting the battle.
"GAAAAGGH!" A bundle of cloak, straw hat, manga, and sheathed Katana fell off the child's swing, and landed in a pile that would have never looked human if one passed by without checking. Eventually the pile underneath the cloak righted itself, a right arm pushing itself through the only sleeve on the crème material as it assisted pulling the head free of the cloth wrapped around it.
A frowning single dark eye stared back at the boy's own confused blue pair.
Silence ensued.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"
Silence was then broken when the older man in the cloak bashed his fist into the younger boy's head. Note here that this man was running purely on instinct at this moment. His instinct here were fine-tuned by living in a family of approximately the same age, so rough housing was the norm for him.
Rough housing though, only works for ages ten and above, and the blond haired, blue-eyed child was only five.
The small face began the crinkle up, and tears began to gather in the eyes.
The small boy began to cry.
"Wha-what! Kid, don't cry! I didn't mean… shit…"
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A Naruto Fanfiction.
"Naruto" Series property of Musashi Kishimoto.
Original characters property of Author "Person With Many Aliases"
Typical: Picking up the brat.
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The cloaked man leaned back onto the counter of the Ramen stand and gave an exhausted sigh. His great crème cloak spilled of the sides of his body to reveal black pants and a slightly tight black vest that curved with his leaned trained muscles. A left hand came out from underneath the material to scratch the top of head that was covered in an uneven mess of black hair that apparently had not seen a real haircut in the while. It was a great view from the shop since the sunset showed in all its dying glory, but since his right eye was firmly tied over by an eye patch, his view would have to suffer the loss of his 'depth perception', whatever that meant. It was probably a bad thing.
Today was nothing but a bad thing.
First and foremost was Super Shiny Spinny Attack. Death Reaper's new Omni-Bot apparently had some new shield that reflected all of the Rangers' attacks. The energy generators that provided the protection were hidden in four secret locations across the nation. So in order to combat this new threat, the Rangers split into pairs to tackle each generator at once (No doubt arch-nemesis Evil Queen Ursula would be guarding one, though). This in itself was no bad thing, since the Rangers could defend themselves well enough without their united formations.
But Pink Ranger was going with Red Ranger.
GODDAMNIT! PINK RANGER SHOULD BE WITH ORANGE RANGER! He punched one fist into another in frustration. After all, the plot has it perfectly set up for such a coupling! Now those Pink Ranger, Red Ranger coupling Fanboys are going be all like-
"Uh, excuse me, but are you alright?" The elderly ramen chef asked the Cloaked One. "You seem to be awfully upset…"
"Oh? Naw, I was just thinking of something…"
"Oh. Well, remember this is a restaurant. If you want to stay here, you're going to have to order something, whether you eat it or not."
"Fine, whatever he's having."
"Right! One Shrimp Ramen coming up!"
The One Who Read looked over to his side to watch the young child beside him continue to slurp up his Ramen. He could still see the remains of tearstains from earlier.
Oh my god. Third bowl. I bet he's purposely eating all that to piss me off and take revenge for me bashing his head in…ugh…
The second thing that made this day a bad thing was this kid.
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"…I didn't mean…shit…" He finally came to the full understanding of what he just did. He just attacked an innocent. What did ancient Bushido say about this again? He probably didn't want to know. He'd probably end up stabbing himself out of honor or something like the stories say.
"Kid! I'm sorry! Don't cry!" After some weak attempts of making funny faces, he also turned around to shout at the path behind him with an acted grin that only turned out sheepish at most, "No problem here! None at all! Don't worry people just move along!"
Those who passed by with disgusted and dark looks at the boy, muttering curses.
"…can't believe he's still alive…"
"…suppose he probably deserved whatever happened…"
"…he's better crying for what he did to our village…"
He just stared dumbfounded, but the kid kept crying.
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After that, he supposed he felt obligated to cheer him up. Candy worked for a little while, but after some experimentation, he ended up finding himself paying for the brat's ramen.
Oh my god. Fifth bowl. Is it even humanly possible to eat like this? I ain't hungry anymore. "Here, have mine kid."
"YEAH!"
The single eyeball made its revolution around sides of the lids while he sighed at the bill that was going to get racked up from this. At this rate he would have to resort to… hell knows what the heck he could do with this profession. Unlike ninjas, he didn't consider things like buying groceries as a "mission".
"Hey mister." The child interjected. The man gave the child audience with his lazed face.
"Yeah?"
"Are you a ninja?"
An eyebrow was raised at the question. "What makes you think that?"
"Well, you have a sword right?" The child pointed to the wrapped handle that poked out of the cloak.
"…Yeah?"
"Doesn't that mean you can fight?"
"…Yeah?"
"The only people I know who can fight are ninjas, so aren't you one?" The boy asked with a confused frown. If everyone he knew who fought were ninjas, how come this man wasn't sounding like he was one?
The man shut his eye and shrugged, "Well, I can fight, but that doesn't mean I'm a ninja."
"So… what are you?"
"A Samurai."
"Samurai? What's the difference?"
"A lot."
It was then that the old man that ran the Ramen stand turned from his cooking with a chuckle of amused surprise. "Samurai, huh? I haven't heard that word in a long time. From what I heard the last of them died out over a century ago! What does that make, you huh?"
The Samurai's shaggy head turned around with a grin "There's a few stubborn no-name families left that like to hold onto their titles. Apparently they think that their honor code makes them superior to ninjas or something. Though its true, the samurai system is mostly out now, no real samurai in business now. Even me, I'm more like what they used to call 'Ronin' ".
"A Samurai without a master, huh?"
"Nothing but the clothes on my back."
"Ah! The ramen's getting cold! I spent all this time listening to you!" The child beside the wanderer cried out in dismay before quickly diving face first into his cooling noodles.
Another sigh. "I guess I have to apologize for that too, then." There was a moment of silence before a thought came to the Ronin's mind. "So kid, what's your story then?"
The child turned his face up from his nearly depleted (in less than a minute) bowel with a confused face. "Story?"
"Yeah. You know, likes… or dislikes… or dreams for the future… or hobbies or who're your parents or whatever. You know. Stuff like that." The older man said as he stared off into the sky, bruised purple with a few hand gestures put in as he spoke.
The child's face fell then, before looking down at his bowel. "I don't have any parents."
It was finally the Samurai's turn to be confused. "Eh? You don't?"
"No."
"But those people back in the playground… I thought that maybe they hated you because you had parents that were… evil or something."
"No… I'm the evil one…" The kid started shaking.
The samurai gave a confused look "Huh?"
"All the grown ups hate me… they say I'm a monster, and nobody wants to be friends with me. All the kids stay away and make fun of me too," the kid really got into his mantra as tears began to fall into his bowel of ramen, "Why does everybody hate me? I didn't do anything. I'm always alone… it's just not fair…"
"DAMN KID!" A samurai palm slammed itself onto the counter disturbing everything on its surface. The kid jerked up in surprise and found himself being stared down by a single orb aflame with emotion. A finger was then thrust into his face as the swordsman got on his feet. "SHUT UP! The last thing I need is another Angst-Bastard! Like Red Ranger in chapter two hundred and something or other in Super Shiny Spinny Attack! And you angst at your age no less!"
The Ramen keeper gave an upset look, "Hey! Don't talk to a kid like that!"
The lone eyeball frowned back, "I'm doing something important here! Go make a ramen or something!" he then turned back to the kid who was still hiccupping. "I say, 'Lemons? Lemonade!' or 'if they give you a finger, break it! (Then kill those guys who are after you for revenge!)' So you got an unfair deal! Well I don't hate you! What I hate is how you're probably going to stand around feeling sorry for yourself! If you don't like something, then at least DO something about it! Hell, if everybody hates you here, I wouldn't care less if that meant running away! Just don't be an angst-bastard! YAAAAH!" The man thus finished his rant about what he hated about Red Ranger with a stomp and raising both hands into the air.
The boy blinked a bit before his streaked face frowned, "But I'm only five!"
"Hell! I didn't have parents and everybody hated me too when I was five! Albeit I was a real bastard then… but at least I tried to make a living!"
The kid had a sort of awed look then, "So… you're the same as me?"
The Samurai then sort of blinked as that thought sunk in, "Well… you aren't really a bastard… but, I suppose that's true."
A teary look of joy thus encompassed the child's face, "This is the best day I ever had…"
The Samurai just looked in another direction, embarrassed. His right arm disappeared up the sleeve on the cloak, before it rose out of the wide collar to scratch the side of his face as he tried to think of what to say. He noticed the sky's deepening blue as darkness nearly consumed everything.
"Well, it's getting kind of late for you, kid. You should be going back to where you stay."
"I'll show you!" The kid excitedly insisted as he began to pull on the empty sleeve of the cloak.
"Oi, oi! Slow down!" The Samurai returned as trailed after as a head on tower of cloth.
"Hey! You didn't pay for the Ramen!" The shop keep called out, stopping the two.
"…I'll pay when I come back!" Yeah right…
"Yeah right," The Ramen Stand guy snorted as he crossed his arms, "Pay up now."
The Samurai just stared back. …Damn…
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"You live in an apartment flat? I thought you stayed at an orphanage or something…" The Samurai questioned as he followed his much younger guide up the stairs to the floor where the kid's flat was on.
"Well, the orphanage pays for the rent right now. But they say they expect me to pay after I turn seven."
The Samurai gave a thoughtful hum as the two found themselves in front of one of the many undescriptive doors of the facility. The young blonde unlocked the door and entered first before calling his companion to enter as well. He only just gave a sheepish and embarrassed look as he turned away scratching his face, saying he couldn't.
"Why?" The young kid asked, obviously upset.
"I have to go and do something, then leave here right after."
"You can't stay here?"
"I'm not really the type to stay in one place."
"But what about me?"
The samurai sighed as he lowered himself to be level with the child. "Look, I just can't stay here. It's unfair, true. But remember what I told you. Even if everything goes wrong, at least try to make something out of it. Remember that I don't hate you either."
Undoubtedly, if this were an anime, there'd be upbeat music and the scenery being waves crashing against a rocky shore at sunset.
The kid sniffed. "We'll meet again, right?"
"That's up to you. I might come around again…"
"So… goodbye?"
"Bye."
"…See you later!" The kid thus ran into his apartment and slammed the door.
Silence.
The Samurai stared at the door.
I really just suck too much with kids…With a sigh he stood back up and hopped onto the railing that made sure residents of the floor didn't fall off from stupidity. From there he easily felt chakra move to his feet before launching himself off the side of the building, onto the adjacent roof where he continued to hop from roof to roof to his intended destination.Hopefully it was still open…
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"WAIT! DON'T CLOSE UP YET!"
The owner of the comic book shop managed to stop closing the metal grating over his shop in time to keep the barrier from crushing the head of a cloaked man that somehow managed to slide in between at last minute.
"It's closing time. Come back tomorrow."
"I SHALL MAKE THE GREATEST OFFER THAT YOU WILL NEVER REFUSE!"
Somehow, that line worked.
"What?" The man asked, skeptical.
The man in the dirt turned around to face the shop owner with a serious eye patched face. "I heard this shop is the only one in all of Fire Country that still holds issues of "Super Shiny Spinny Attack"!
"That old manga?"
"Yes! That old manga!"
"What about it?"
"I want to buy every single copy you have!"
"Wait… what do you mean by every single copy?"
"I mean every single copy of "Super Shiny Spinny Attack" you have in stock. Not just 'one' or 'one of every volume', ALL OF THEM!"
"What are you going to do with all that? Do you even have the money?"
"As long as people buy it, then it means the series will keep on going!"
"But nobody reads it anyways. Besides, the plot's crap."
"I READ IT!" The eye patch man shouted back. "I've read it since the beginning. Many others did too! But ever since that bastard Jiraiya began writing that Icha Icha series, nobody reads Super Shiny Spinny Attack anymore! I have to keep that series ALIVE!"
The shop owner just stared. "…You're a freak, you know that?"
"Shut up! I have money! I am a customer! Treat your customers with respect or I'll summon giant robots to come out of the ground to shoot laser beams at you!"
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Minus all his savings for the past… all of his existence, the Samurai found himself pulling a cart ("Take it, there's no other way your going to carry all of this out of here") layered with issues volumes 17 to 359. To protect his investments from the elements, a tarp was pulled over the whole wagon. So far the journey was all fine dandy, considering not much could happen when you're carrying a cart full of valuables in a path surrounded dark forest outside a ninja village.
This all ended when the cart went over a bump.
"Oof!" went the cart.
The Samurai stopped.
My cart just went ' oof'. If my hearing is right, then the noise is from left corner closest to me.The volumes stacked there are 90 to 110.The Samurai was sure as hell none of the characters in Volumes 90 to 110 had a line that went 'oof'.
The tarp was flung off.
A frowning single dark eye stared back at the boy's own surprised blue pair.
"…uh…hi?" The child attempted.
"WHAT THE HELL? YOU'RE LYING ON MY VOLUMES! IT'S LATE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP RIGHT NOW!"
A few seconds later, it hit the Samurai.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"I want to go with you!" The kid exclaimed.
"And when the hell did you get one without me knowing?"
The child grinned as he rubbed his nose "I'm from a ninja village, at least."
"Fair enough, but I can't take you along. You belong in that village."
"But I hate it there. Everybody hates me there! You're pretty much the only one who doesn't!"
The Samurai raised an eyebrow. "What 'bout that Ramen guy?"
"He only cares because I eat the most at his place."
"Kid, go back to the village. Remember what I told you. I thought you were going to do something about it." The Ronin sternly glared at the determined child. The sides of his cloak billowed out slightly as hands settled on hips.
"You said that if everybody hated me, I could run away!"
Blink, blink.
"…I did?"
"Yes!"
Shit.
"Look kid, you've got a home, and at least a future there. You'll go to a ninja school… or whatever, and you'll be a ninja, live the rest of you life, so on and so forth. I just wander around, I got no home. There's nothing worth following me around for.
"But I want to go-"
"Kid! It's safer there than with- get down!" The Samurai's hands were immediately in motion as one pushed the child's head back under the side of the wagon while other caught a ninja Kunai in front of his face.
SHIT!
Immediately the wanderer threw the caught item in another direction where it disappeared into the forest darkness briefly before the forest disappeared as well in an explosion.
The child's head poked up. "What was that?"
"Shut up and stay down!" An older hand thrust the boy's head back under before his right arm slipped through the sleeve on his arm, where it then moved to grab the sheathed blade tied to his side under the cloak.
"Oi! Show yourselves, you bastards! I know you ninja prefer travel in packs."
While the statement was true, only one silver armor clad shinobi landed on a tree branch above the Samurai and the boy. The swordsman swore under his breath as he recognized the armor and mask.
ANBU. Village's elite, trained for the biggest jobs. "What do you want?"
"That boy belongs to the Hidden Village of Konoha. This is kidnapping."
"Hey! I didn't know he was with me either! I was telling him right now to go back!" The Samurai responded, annoyed.
"Then make this easy for yourself by giving us the child."
A sneer showed on the One Who Read's face. "On the other hand, I wouldn't trust him with you guys either…"
"What?"
"Why didn't you just ask politely first? I understand you ninja rather would not take risks… but that Kunai was wrapped with those Exploding Notes you ninja use. If I caught it and it exploded, it would probably have taken BOTH the kid and me. Planning an 'accident', were we? Saying that I resisted and that you overestimated the required strength?"
The ANBU on the tree branch snorted. "You don't even know what you're talking about, Samurai." The last word came out mockingly.
"I know that the adults in your village hate this guy a lot. But murdering a kid? Geez! And I was saying it was safer there than with me! Might as well be the other way around."
"…You don't even know what this…thing has done to our village. That boy is evil. It is only by our Hokage's wish he is still alive. I'll repeat myself one more time: The boy is to stay in Konoha. His threat to us is even greater if he leaves. Return him, or I will take him by force."
"I don't want to go back! Everybody hates me there! I'm not going back!" The boy shouted again, getting hysterical at the thought of his supposed freedom nearly gone by the wishes of the best ninja in the village.
The Samurai shouted back at the ninja in the trees, "Bitch! He sure as hell ain't going back to you guys! 'Take him back by force'? You'll probably 'accidentally' kill him by force! He's not going with you!"
The Shinobi made a disgusted noise before speaking up again, "Sparrow, now."
Chains suddenly sprouted from the earth, wrapping the Samurai, his cart and everything in it, leaving none of them able to move from their positions.
"Damnit…" The One Who Read mumbled as he pulled against his metal bonds. The boy was predictably exclaiming about what was going on, and how he couldn't move. The Samurai felt the presence of somebody behind him while a blade was pressed against his throat.
Most likely the one known as Sparrow chuckled, "Even my one of my weaker techniques already subdue you, Samurai. Your kind are truly outdated."
The Samurai snorted, "What's outdated is your realization you're missing that arm." With that the chains ceased to exist while Sparrow's arms sprayed red from lines all over. His backing away in pain was all the swordsman needed. A single twist and a double handed stroke downwards had the sword begin from the ANBU's right shoulder and reappear out of the lower left torso, a great dramatic mist of crimson flying out as the dying Shinobi staggered back and fell down.
"Sparrow! You… How did you-" The one on the tree began before the Samurai interrupted with his explantion.
"I can See. I saw from the beginning those chains were a Genjutsu, an illusion. I'm immune, in a way."
"Bastard… you just killed yourself. You don't even know how many there are of us."
"Actually, I see there are just the two of you. I can see a few Bunshin replications in the shrubbery around us, but those aren't tangible. It's just you and me. Of course there's the possibility you know how to make solid clones, but we can find out as we move along." With that, the he held his blade with both hands and spread out his legs.
"You smart piece of-" The Shinobi jumped off his perch and floated above his opponent. Reaching behind him, the ANBU ninja flung several shuriken down at the Samurai, his hands joining together into zodiac shapes. "Kaze Shuriken No Jutsu!"
The meek number of flying blades multiplied into a miniature storm above both warrior and child. The Ronin cursed just in time before jumping back, managing to pull the child out of the cart before the ninja stars literally shredded the wagon to pieces.
"You prick! That was all my invest-" The samurai turned to face in the last position of his opponent only to see him not there.
"He's gone!" The blonde child exclaimed.
"Of course he is! But that doesn't mean-URGH!" The sentence was cut off when something pierced through the Samurai's back, his lone eye widening in shock before in froze in time, the body falling down beside his shocked and younger companion. Behind him the remaining ANBU snorted.
"That ought to teach you to mess with ninja…" With that, the ninja's masked face turned to stare upon the horrified boy, who fell down and began backing away from the ninja.
From behind the white animal replica face a cold hatred emanated, "You caused me a lot of trouble, monster. Even in that form, you still kill people. It's because of you that my friend just died. It'll feel good for me to end this once and for all…" He raised a kunai above the shaking child.
"N-no…"
"Die."
"Actually, you should have noticed your kunai doesn't have any blood on it." The Samurai's voice cut in before a katana jammed itself into the ANBU's stomach from behind. From there a rough jerk ripped through the spine and out the other side of the back, leaving the ninja to drop while making a noise like he was grasping for air like a fish. Dropping by the Samurai's feet he noticed out of his blurry vision the former corpse's last position had a piece of wood lying in its place.
"Kawa…rimi? But… you're…. a samurai…"
"That means I don't kill people with ninja techniques. It doesn't stop me from adapting a little though. You underestimate us." Came the voice above.
With that, another downwards stab put the final enemy out of misery.
There was a pause before the boy spoke up again in surprise.
"You… you're alive."
"Yup…" The Samurai replied, facing away, as he pulled out a cloth to remove the blood on his blade.
"And… they're dead…"
"That's part of being a Samurai or a Ninja."
"But it was my fault!"
"Sure it was. But that doesn't make you special. Ninja and Samurai tend to kill each other over objectives. Documents, targeted people, so on."
Silence.
"Let me come with you. Please." The boy asked.
"I'm dropping you off at the first safe place we come across."
"NO! Let me go wherever you're going!"
"I'm going nowhere. I told you I just wander."
"I still want to go with you!"
"Kid, I don't take dead weight with me."
"I won't! …You can teach me!"
The Samurai turned around with a confused look. "Kid, do you even know what you're saying? You want to be trained as a Samurai?"
"You killed those ninja so fast though!"
"That's just a fluke. Ninja will always be superior to Samurai."
"Well I don't care! There's nothing for me back in Konoha! Train me!"
"Kid, there's no future in being a Samurai.
"Then why are you one?"
"Because…it was the right path for me…"
"Then maybe it's the right path for me too!"
"…"
"Please," The boy pleaded. "Let me go with you. You're the first person who really cared."
"…You understand that if I train you, you will lose one day."
"Yes."
"You're throwing your secure future as a ninja for an uncertain one of wandering."
"Yes!"
"And if you do train under me, I will hold you responsible for the loss of my manga over there, and you pay me until all of my lost investments are paid off."
"…yes?"
"Then I will train you."
"YEAH!"
The Samurai sighed as he pushed his blade back into his sheath.
"Kid, what's your name anyways?"
"Uzumaki Naruto. What's yours mister?"
"Inukage Tetsuya. But…"
"But?"
"From now on, you shall address me as… TETSUYA-SAMA!"
And so he did. For one hour of his entire remaining life. Collectively.
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Next Chapter- Naruto and Tetsuya chance upon a meeting of a female version of a character that nearly everybody in Naruto Fandom wish didn't die. You know who I'm talking about.