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~ Location - hidden leaf village ~
- nightfall -
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{Hiruzen pov}
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"Y-you want to leave the village!?" He shouted while looking at his replacements concerned face.
"Yes hiruzen, you know as well as i that the twins need to be trained. Word will soon spread of kushina and I dying from the process of sealing the beast into the children. It's the perfect opportunity to lay low and prepare for the masked individuals inevitable return." Minato namekaze spoke seriously as he avoided the gaze of the 3rd.
"And what about your other child! Your just going to leave him here!?" Hiruzen retorted referring to minato's oldest son who recently turned 6 years old.
"He.. doesn't possess any chakra hiruzen. He'll only be in constant danger with no way to truly defend himself." Minato said with no hint of regret of what he had told the old man.
'More likely you think he'll be a liability..'
For a long minute the old man stayed silent as he heard his students protégé give his only excuse for leaving his child behind.
"Are you absolutely sure your doing the right thing..?" He asked while looking out the tower window.
"Honestly.. I don't know anymore. But I will do what I must to ensure my newborns are safe. Even if it means making sacrifices" With those final words minato was prepared to teleport. However, Hiruzen had one final question to asked.
"I take it he will not be living in the namekaze residence?" The old man seemed to have aged ten years after asking that singular question.
Minato shook his head and pulled out a slip of paper and placed it on the desk.
"Unfortunately, he cannot. However I did buy an apartment for him to live in while we're away. His things are already inside. He'll move in as soon as the procedure is done."
Hiruzen froze after hearing those last words. "Procedure?" He asked. Unsure I'd he wanted to hear the answer.
"To alter his memories. In order to keep him safe from my enemies he must leave his identity behind."
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{Minato pov}
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*Snap!*
Looking to the sound he saw the old man had broken his pipe in half with a look of murder in his eyes. "First you want to abandon him. Now you deprive him of his memories! You disgust me!" Hiruzen yelled in a voice Minato only heard during the 3rd great ninja war.
The man before him was no longer the kind old man he knew for so many years that treated him like family. But a veteran of three wars who looked as if he wanted to rip his heart out.
"You have truly disappointed me Namekaze. As the reigning hokage. You have 24 hours to vacate this village. If you are still here after that time an announcement of your false death will be spread throughout the five great nations. Now get out of my sight." He spoke slowly with a cold voice that caused Minato to take a step back.
"B-but Hiru-"
"Get out!"
Knowing there was no chance of talking the old man while he was in this state. He activated his flying raijin and teleported away. In the bling of an eye he appeared in his and Kushina's living room.
"Minato! Your back! How di-" She stopped talking and saw her husband's pale face. Walking over to him she held his hand to which he came back to his senses. Looking into his wife's eyes he could only say a few words.
"I think... I think we've overstayed our welcome kushina..."
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{Hiruzen pov}
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"Ox. Summon the Yamazaka who performed the procedure on Minato namekaze's oldest child." Hiruzen ordered as an anbu agent hiding in the shadows.
"Yes lord 3rd." With a burst of silent speed the agent left to complete their task. For some time the old man stared outside and witnessed the aftermath of the ninetails attack. Buildings torn from their foundations. Streets overrun with debris. Wounded flooding the hospital to the point they needed to form large medical camps outside.
"And the death of my love.. my dear Biwako.." Hiruzen privately mourned. So many years of companionship gone in a single night.
Suddenly the sound of the door to his office opening brought him out of his depression. Inoichi yamanaka.. why wasn't he surprised. Hiruzen could tell the man was exausted from the way he carried himself. The bags under his eyes were another clear indication.
"Lord third. How may I be of assistance?" The clan leader bowed only to recieve a scoff in return.
"You can assist by canceling the procedure on Minato's first born." The yamanaka flinched at the thirds tone and order.
"I-i'm afraid that no longer possible. The procedure was already completed before your agent notified me. However.." Inoichi reported bowing his head in order to avoid the third hokages now heated gaze.
"You actually went through with it. You damb fool." Hiruzen spoke with contempt as the yamanaka looked up to see the hokage looking outside once more. "Damb you Minato. First you deprive him of his name. Now deprive him of his memories!"
Looking to the clan leader he straightened his posture and glared. "Undo the process. I do not care if Minato ordered you not to!"
"I'm afraid I can't. Not because I don't want to, lord. But because... it's impossible to do so now." Inoichi spoke causing the old man to drop his new pipe he received recently onto his desk and pin the yamanaka to the wall.
"What did you do!" He barked only for the yamanaka to bow his head in Shane.
"Something occurred in his brain. Something unforseen. The resulting anomaly erased his existing memories." The old man backed away in horror as he heard the news as inoichi fell to his rear in shame.
"Whoever he is now.. he is no longer Minato's child." Inoichi said in a way as if he had killed the boy.
"As things stand... Houzu Namekaze may as well be dead.."
Hearing this news Hiruzen dropped back in his seat and silently begged any God who would listen for their forgiveness.
'Damb you Minato. Damb you..'
Suddenly the door opened once more to reveal his advisors and old teammates. Koharu was the first to speak as she sat down on the nearest couch within his office.
"We have just heard reports from the anbu declaring Minato has left the village. Along with the jinchuriki. This is... unfortunate." Koharu spoke, irritation and disappoint hinted in her tone.
"Indeed, with our source of military strength gone other village's will soon be emboldened to attack our borders. We must show we are still strong." Homura spoke next. Damb boot licking follower...
Hiruzen could swear he hear the rusted gears grinding in both their heads in thought of what to do next.
"I may have a temporary solution."
Walking out from the shadows came Danzo. Once his closest friend. Now a power hungry snake in the grass. Hiruzen wasn't blind to the subtle attempts his old friend made in order to take the hokage position from him in the past.
However, he never had the heart to put a stop to his antics. As corrupt as danzo was, his root was still necessary to ensure the village's protection.
"What exactly did you have in mind?" He asked as danzo looked at him with his lone squinted eye.
"The 4th has a lesser public known child still within the village's walls, does he not?"
Upon hearing that singular question a pang of utter guilt formed in his heart...
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~ morning ~
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Houzu(Isaac) pov:
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"Uuuugh... w-where... where am i? My... my face..." Isaac rasped as he felt a hangover starting to creep up in his brain. Getting up from the bed he expected the ever familiar cold carpet floor of his apartment only to fall off and land face first onto a cold tile surface that smelled of chemicals.
As if the pain coursing through his facial features wasn't bad enough...
"Ow! What the Fu@%!" Using his hands he tried to get up only to freeze in shock at their change in size. What was once a fully grown digits that could crack walnuts with ease were now pudgy little grabbers that could barely hold one.
Wait.. where even was he?
Earnestly looking around from where he layed the child perceived the dizzying sight of a place fit for a hospital patient. But... it was far more older in terms of the modern era. Where were the machines? The television?
A clean sanitated space... a bed covered in dull sheets and a i.V drip by its side that had lines still attacked to his miniscule arm. In that moments a feeling of unease and more confusion creeped down his spine as he ran his hands along his body and fa– OOW! GOD DAMMIT!
Flinching horribly in pain he had accidentally ran a hand along his face that was unexpectedly wrapped and covered in gauze.
Pulling his hand away it returned coated in a thin layer of blood..
'What... the.. fuck...' Isaac shuddered backing up against the bed. Out in the corner of his eye he say the stand holding the i.v bags still pumping fluid into his veins.
What he was barely able to make out staring back was what looked to be a mumified child no older than six years old with bright pained blue eyes, long covered spikey unkempt red hair and... severely thin.
It appeared the poor child had been in a coma for quite sometime.
Even with I.V's to sustain him, it was clear he hadn't recieved enough nutrients to maintain his health.
Unsteadily the boy managed to crawl over to the rooms near two large windows and pulled ones curtain aside to see a city, it was... relatively small compared to his own native town. Old architecture as well... but... every building he saw was a mixure of both Japanese and American industrialization.
But... what truly caught his awe and attention was the small mountain face merged with a immensely tall wall that encircled half the entire large settlement. And upon the mountain were... well...
Faces...
"Hoooly, shit..." Isaac's eyes stared on in dumbstruck recognition upon the recognizable monument. The almost made the pain he felt a tad bit more manageable... until it brought him back to reality.
"Aahhh... damn it... where's the call button..."
Turning around to sit down to allow his mind to process the revelation his mind grappled with the facts of what he saw and knew at that moment. The new was roubling... but still impactful and exciting in some way nonetheless.
"Fuck me... I'm... i-im in the Naruto-verse..."
[Ding~!]
"Great~ what now..." He groaned as a violet transparent rectangular screen appeared before the boy.
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[System: Congratulations lost soul, for realizing just how fucked they really are! The gods find your despair amusing!]
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"..."
"W-what... the fuck..."
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[System: Please be silent and wait until the integration sequence is complete...
[System: Notifying administrator....]
[System: Administrator confirmation recieved!
[System: interface privileges unlocked....]
[System: Downloading necessary data....]
[System: Loading interface....]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[System: Slaanesh Tribute System – Successfully activated!
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In that instant isaac felt his soul drop into his gut as his eyes gazed upon the floating sickly pink transparent screen with terror and hopelessness.
A golden finger.... no... this was a straight up slave contract... not a gift! He couldn't serve a creature like that!
He wasn't naive to not know who Slaanesh was... She... ...or he... or maybe it... was a god. A Chaos God of the Immaterium within the grim dark war torn universe of Warhammer 40k...
Back in the day he read many novels and played the reletive games involving the franchises. They were enjoyable at times, while a majority was unsettling and chill inducing...
Honestly the humanity of that universe was a straight up inspiration of humanity's darker aspects and how we can so easily become the worse parts of ourselfs if the conditions were right. The chaos God's basically dialed that dark depravity to a straight up from a 1 to a 1,000,000...
No one who was on the side of chaos was ever a good person in life, or death in most cases...
Sure there were those who sought out the dark powers in desperation in hopes of a better existence or to aid their people, but... everytime it ended in tragedy. The imperium of man didn't exactly do much to do away with such actions. At least not enough of it.
If anything they encouraged it by how cruely they treated the masses who populate the millions of worlds they possess.
Christ... anyone in that reality would sign a contract if it meant either escaping or destroying those oppressors...
But what he wanted to know more than anything else was... why him? Just what in the hell did he do in his past life to diserve being in the cross hairs of a literal sadistic mon–
"AAAAAH!!!" Crying out in pain isaac gripped his chest as though his soul was on fire! Everything around him seemed to bend, twist and warp in a matter of instances only to revert back as though someone were flickering a light switch. And the pain! It felt thousands of times worse! As though he was melting, roasting, being bathed in acid and ground to a fine paste all at once on the inside! He could've sworn he even saw creatures in the background at times!
Laughing... Hissing... Crying... Cheering...
*Gasp!*
But immediately as it appeared it vanished, reality returned to normal, and yet... the feeling and the remembrance of it all stuck all the same.
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[System: How does it feel to glimpse damnation young one? Like it~? Fear it~? Then mind your tone when addressing the great one! Pleasure and parade can be yours, eternal bounty~ if you prove yourself a true believer! But if one is thankless~ Rude~ Rebellious~ a torturous existence within her embrace can be attained just as easily~♡]
[System: Now.... with that unpleasantness out of the way~ It is time to prove yourself worthy of your continued existence, Unworthy soul!
[System: Through me, the power of the Tribute System, you will earn the chance to attain the abilities of our grace and spread our God's will across the multiverse!!!]
[System: Do you still wish to proceed?]
[Yes/No]
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"Yes... YES!!! Jesus christ! Yes! I Accept! Just please don't do that again! Anything but that again..." Isaac whimpered while bowing on the ground like a crazed zealot. From where he kneeled he more than knew the only answer was yes. If that was just a taste of what awaited in the chaos God's stomach then he'd take any deal! Do anything to postpone the judgement!
Even that sickly sweet seductive voice it exuded was unsettling to hear now...
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[System: Excellent~ by accepting this pact you have been given your first gift passed from our devine one herself!]
[System: The Unworthy soul has received:
[System: Now that this matter is settled we wish you luck~ may you bring glory to the dark prince~ Oh, and do not doddle in your childhood for too long... our lord is always watching... always thirsting~!]
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And with that before he could question the system more it blinked out of sight leaving him with his own company...
With a shaky breath he got back up and... what the...
Widening his eyes the reincarnator stared at his body in shock to feel no pain anymore! His muscles even looked far healthier! No unpleasant stiffness in his joints!
Staring back out towards the hokage monument he stepped forward to lean our and take a deep breath of the cold night air. He just leaned there for hours... staring out at the streets thinking... at first it was in despair at his situation... thinking it wasn't fair. But then as the night passed. Seeing the sun slow seeping out from beyond the horizon... his attitude began to change.
Optimism maybe? Sure.
A slave to dark God? Oh yes...
A kid again? Yes...
No memories of who he is in this universe? Most definitely...
Scared shitless of the future? Ooooh yeah...enough to build a shit brick house and a shed...
Didn't know what to do next? Yep...
And yet... a smile began to form on his lips as he stared up at the sky. Why? Because he was alive! He still had a chance despite what the system spoke about his unworthiness! He still had a future. There was a multiverse out there to explore! What did he have to lose? His soul? That probably would have been in the hands of some other diety...
Gamers weren't truly free... there was a being out there who gave them their powers at the end of the day. Like it or not they were indebted to them. He was just another one of many who had been given a glittery collar to wear.
And isaac was damned if he would waste this opportunity... even if it led to a bad road.
Slaanesh wants Tribute? Then if that's what it took to keep on living them he would do it...
What other path was there...
Now... onto the topic of that 'GIFT' of his...
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A/N: Hey guys, Lone_Courier69 here! Sorry it took so so long to get back into the fray! Hope you like the rewrite so far and hope you'll share this story with your friends! I'm currently finding a new cover for the fanfic and working on a few chapters but it might still take awhile, so stay tuned okay!
THERE WILL BE ANOTHER BEING MADE! THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW!