The Jump
We’re playing with the rumor that Naruto is Yondaime’s
son. Because the Yondaime is only referred to as that -Yondaime- I’m calling
him Arashi, meaning “Storm,” also because this appears to be a popular name
for the Yondaime in many fanfictions.
Chapter One
It was cold.
That much he knew for sure.
His golden locks whipped around him as he lay there, on
the fringes of consciousness. The pain was a grey area, unidentifiable as he
had never before experienced. He didn’t think it would have hurt so much.
His shinobi headband lay some ten feet away from him, and
as much as he wanted to reach out for it, to tie it around his head, he knew
his body could not move. It was as though ten thousand kunai and shuriken had
embedded themselves in his body and pinned him to the ground.
Although, knowing his luck, they probably had.
He was alone.
And he was painfully aware of it.
The last thing he remembered was the battle. That damn fox
had taken everything from him. His wife, his family, his son. He knew that damn fur ball had been given the last laugh. He’d
known it as soon as the seal had been complete. The blinding flash, the wailing
cry of his son, he’d been blown into oblivion.
Where ever the hell oblivion was, anyway.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, or how long he’d
been awake or asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as he’d been doing.
The last thing he remembered was looking into the mask of a leaf ANBU.
With a final prayer of thanks someone had found him,
Uzumaki Arashi slipped into deep unconsciousness.
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Jiraiya frowned.
What was Tsunade-hime playing at? She knew as well as he
did that Arashi had disappeared after the battle with the Kyuubi. Had old age
finally settled into the Godaime’s brain? The toad hermit snorted, highly
doubting it.
He and his pupil, Naruto, had just returned from their
most recent mission. Espionage upon the Mist Village. The two villages had a
solid packed peace treaty with each other: one that had lasted since the first
Mizukage, as well as the Hokage. It was kind of ironic, how each of their
villages were based upon opposites, yet fire and water coexisted in complete
harmony with each other (with the exceptions of a few rogue ninjas here and
there).
Naruto had been excessively hyper, but had handled it all
very well. His hyperactivity could be excused, though, because of his recent
raise in status to a Jounin. Jiraiya shook his head at the thought. Naruto had
not gone into the ANBU, as many Chunins did, but instead went and took the Jounin
test... two months after being accepted as a Chuunin.
Jiraiya himself had been surprised at the growth rate of
the fourteen year old. The young prodigy had gone from being a dead-last
dropout to a Jounin and one of the top shinobi in the village. Although the
young teen still wasn’t the sharpest kunai in the pouch. Oh yes, the boy was a
fairly good strategist (He had nothing against Shikamaru, but then, who did?),
but he probably had the densest skull in all of Konoha.
It was hard to believe that only two years ago, this boy
had been on the verge of failing the Genin exams, for the fourth time to boot.
Sighing, Jiraiya picked up his pace to keep up with his
young pupil. Naruto himself was seen skipping up ahead of the frog hermit at
the completed A-rank mission.
Damn that boy was hyperactive.
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Yondaime tapped a pen on the desk in front of him with
incredible boredom. How long was Tsunade-hime going to make him wait? He
sighed, and ceased tapping the pen. A slight frown marred his face as he
narrowed his eyes at the dent that had formed from him tapping the ink pen.
Damn if that woman wasn’t going to annoy him just for the hell of it!
Another ragged sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned
to the sound of the door being open. His muscles tensed instinctively as a head
poked out from behind the door.
“Yon... Yondaime-sama, Tsunade-hime wishes to see you in
her office now.” Shizune said, her eyes slightly nervous. Arashi smiled
reassuringly at her, and he strode confidently towards the familiar Hokage
chambers. As he neared, he heard a very loud, hyper voice coming from the room.
Wondering what ninja in their right mind would make such a loud racket with the
Hokage present, he silently walked towards the twin doors that led to the
chambers of the Godaime.
A loud yell and a crash was heard, and Arashi
instinctively moved left, as a rather green, orange and yellow blur flew past
him. The boy crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and moaned
loudly.
“Chikuso,” he grumbled, and rolled over to rise onto all
fours, and then to his feet.
The boy was muttering under his breath -no doubt
obscenities towards Tsunade-hime- and looking at the ground, hiding his face
from Arashi’s view. He was wearing slightly faded orange pants, with a black
shirt and a dark green flak jacket. Sunshine hair stood up in points messily,
and the golden locks looked slightly untamable. Arashi smirked, and a slight
sense of deja vu came over him as he tugged at his own unruly mass of hair.
Turning, he looked towards the office, “Oi! Godaime-sama, you rang?”
In the Hokage chambers, he saw piles and piles of
paperwork yet to be filed, as well as two of the legendary Sennin. A familiar
mass of white hair obscured almost everything else from view. Jiraiya turned
and stared at Arashi, a strange look upon his face.
“So it is true,”
the frog hermit breathed as he stared at his former pupil, “God, you don’t know
all that has happened in the past years.”
Tsunade seemed to deflate from whatever had caused her
uproar towards the young shinobi. Her lips lifted in a small smile as she
looked at Arashi. “Welcome back, but I’m afraid you may have to go into
retirement for a while until I do that myself.” She laughed, “That baka over
there won’t be too happy though, he’s going to be Rokudaime someday, but at
this rate, it’s going to be a while.”
“EH!!??” The loud reply was from down the corridor, “I am
not a baka, Tsunade-baba!”
Tsunade seemed to transform in a second. First she was
laughing and smiling, now she looked more like a bull about to go on the rampage.
“I’ll show you how much of a “baba” I
am when I kick your scrawny little ass!” Tsunade yelled back as she rolled up
her sleeves, looking for all the world like she was about to kill the little
Nin down the corridor.
“EH!!?? Yeah right, baba!”
came the response, followed by a loud bit of laughter. There was an
ear-splitting crack, followed by a low moan of pain.
“Itai! Kakashi-sensei, what the hell was that for!?” was
the complaint as a low chuckle followed it. “Only making some holes for the air
to escape you head, Naruto. Go on home, the Hokage’s in another meeting now. Go
pick up your payment from your last mission, it was an A-rank, correct?”
“Hai!” A scuffle was heard, as well as the sound of disappearing
footsteps. A loud sigh followed as the sounds drifted out of earshot.
The raunchy Jounin soon appeared in the doorway, his
silver hair casting an almost ethereal glow by itself. “Yo, Arashi-sensei.”
Arashi blinked at the tall man that stood before him. This
was his prize pupil, the shorty Kakashi?
Turning, he looked at Tsunade quizzically, “Tsunade-hime,
exactly how long has it been since I “Disappeared”?”
Tsunade smiled wryly, a small trace of bitterness in her
voice, “Over fourteen years, we need to catch you up on things. One of the
main things, your son.”