The Mad Sage Of Uzushio, A Naruto Fan Fiction:
Chapter #1: The Cradle Will Rock!
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Chapter 1
The Cradle Will Rock!
But Who Will Be There To Catch It When It Falls?
A tea kettle screams for attention from it’s masters, as morning sunlight gently beams in from the kitchen window of a modest townhouse apartment, while a freshly made breakfast is still in the works on the stove. The kettle’s pink haired mistress returns to answer her howling servant with a cheerful humming, wearing a red silk kimono, bearing a distinctive symbol of a red and white fan, with the red of the fan being a darker more bloody red, symbolizing the fueling of a flame, the flame of the Uchiha blood.
A somewhat smaller dark haired female figure with red oval rimmed glasses, in a similar but shorter, and substantially less fancy, sleeveless red kimono, also bearing the Uchiha crest, with lilac shorts underneath and a pair of purple arm warmers, silently creeps up on the elder Uchiha. She marvels at the toil being undertaken, with such glamour and attention to detail, as the pink haired one hurriedly goes about the business of morning tea for breakfast, with fancy kimono sleeves tied back with a lilac ribbon over the shoulders and behind the neck, to keep them out of their owner’s business.
Younger Uchiha:
You know… not that mind or anything… but… just because papa’s suddenly home again after a while… isn’t really cause to go to such extravagance!… just for breakfast!…
As the pink haired woman hears this, she reacts like a child caught with chocolate smeared all over her face, right before dinner. The elder Uchiha whirls her head around to mount a defense.
Elder Uchiha:
I’ll have you know Sarada… I happen to have all sorts of important business today… that has nothing to do with your father…
Sarada:
So that is why you have so much time for such an elaborate morning spread?… because your so busy?…
Elder Uchiha:
This isn’t just for your father you know… I happen to think we both should make a better effort… at eating proper home cooked meals more often…
Sarada:
Oh sure… Hide behind quality nutrition and good professionalism… Next you’ll tell me… that it’s just good medical practice to give papa a thorough physical exam… every night… just in case something stops working… It’s not that I mind… after all… If you don’t thoroughly examine papa every night… I may never get any brothers or sisters!…
A dark haired one-armed man enters the kitchen behind Sarada, with a simple dark gray vest with a lighter gray long sleeve shirt underneath, bearing the Uchiha crest on the back of the vest with the left shirt sleeve hanging empty at his side.
Male Uchiha:
Now now Sarada… Don’t give your mother such a hard time…. for taking care of the little things… that most people foolishly take such things for granted… until they’re gone!…
Mother Uchiha:
Uh huh!… Uh huh!… That is exactly right!… Sasukekun!…
The pink haired mom gleefully, if nervously, chimes in to echo her stalwart defender, with more than a hint of blush, in response to Sarada’s ribbing, and Sasuke’s rescuing.
Sarada:
Thus the kunoichi in distress was saved by the shining knight of the Uchiha!…
Sasuke:
That being said… I’m afraid Sakura… that Sarada and I can’t actually stay for breakfast… You see… We have some important training to do this morning… and I promised Sarada…
Sasuke meekly begins to explain as he is cut off by Sarada.
Sarada:
Papa is going to teach me the Chidori!…
Sasuke:
Sumimasen… But… you see… I’ve had to keep putting it off and putting it off… because of all the chaos… and my mission to track of the remnants and influence of the Otsutsuki… But I promised Sarada that… this morning for sure… I would teach it to her…
Sakura:
But… Sasukekun… I… I had something I wanted to talk to you both about…
Sarada:
Eh?… Nandesuka?…
Sasuke:
Daijoubu desuka?…
Sakura:
Oh… It’s nothing like that… It’s nothing to be concerned about or anything… In fact… You two go ahead and train… But you’ll owe me a nice fancy expensive dinner tonight to make up for it… the both of you!…
Sakura answers evasively while urging them on with a nervous laugh.
Sakura:
Go ahead… Train… Bond… Go be shinobi and destroy stuff together…
Sasuke:
Are you sure?…
Sakura:
Hai!… Hai!… Daijoubu desuyo!… It’s nothing that can’t wait… until my fancy expensive dinner tonight…
Sarada:
Hai!… Hai!… Sodesune!… Let’s go!… You promised!… No excuses now!… You’ve taught Boruto more about Chidori than me!… You don’t want your only child to feel neglected do you?…
Sasuke:
Wakata… I know I haven’t been around much in the past… But… for a variety of reasons I can’t go into… my assignments going forward… are going have me spending a lot more time much closer to home…
Sasuke announces his news to stunned family.
Sarada:
Sodesuka?!?…
Sasuke:
Hai!… Sodesuyo!…
Sakura is still speechless, as Sasuke turns to her.
Sasuke:
How do you like that news?…
Sakura:
That’s great!… I can’t wait to hear more about it… over my fancy and very expensive dinner… But go ahead and grab what you can on your way out the door… or the two of you may not make it to dinner!…
Sasuke/Sarada:
Hai!…
Sasuke and Sarada reply simultaneously, as they gather up the preparations that are ready and proceed to gear up for a long day of training before they head out the door, as Sasuke presses Sakura one more time.
Sasuke:
Are you sure this is okay?…
Sasuke gently caresses Sakura’s cheek with his remaining right arm, trying to gauge for himself how much Sakura is really concerned, about whatever she was going to say. Sakura just smiles at them both a urges them on once again.
Sakura:
Get going!…
Sarada:
Daijoubu desuka?…
Sakura:
Hai!… Daijoubu desuyo!… Icu!…
Sakura somewhat gently but firmly, pushes them out the door. As Sarada and Sasuke exit their apartment, Sarada gently reminds her mother.
Sarada:
I hope you really are feeling fine… Because you’ve lied to me about how you feel before… It really is true… Doctors make the worst patients!…
Sakura:
Daijoubu desuyo!… Now stop fussing and get going!…
Sakura chides her daughter in an attempt to reassure her. As the two Uchiha shinobi are walking away, Sakura mutters something under her breath.
Sakura:
I’m fine Sarada… I’m just pregnant…
While the father and daughter make their way down some Konoha back alleys and side streets to the old Uchiha Quarter on the outskirts, Sasuke begins to feel a presence of eyes peering down upon the both of them with a sense of blood lust and excitement, like predators eyeing a feast of helpless young prey. As they turn down a back alley shortcut for privacy, the feeling intensifies. Sasuke mutters something to Sarada.
Sasuke:
Sarada?…
Sarada answers, muttering in a similar tone.
Sarada:
Ai… I was beginning to wonder… if you felt that too… or if I was just… imagining it…
Suddenly, numerous shadowy and ill defined figures rapidly fill in the space in the alley, both in front and behind them, surrounding them, as if oozing and filtering in from the surrounding walls of the alley way it self by osmosis.
Sasuke:
Sarada!…
As the shadowy figures grow more clear, and more well defined in the morning light, the only slightly less shadowy figures, become more and more clearly monstrous. Monstrous, twisted, and perverted forms resolve into view as the two Uchiha shinobi behold the menagerie of corrupted human and animal forms armed to the teeth, that are mostly drooling fangs. Sarada’s eyes and Sasuke’s right eye morph and change into red and black pattern of the Sharingan eye, the visual prowess of the kekei genkai, or bloodline trait of the Uchiha Clan.
Sasuke:
Sarada!… Run!…
Sarada:
I’m not leaving you!…
A small demonic raccoon, standing behind them, at the head of the creatures assembled in the alley way, groans words in a low raspy voice, from behind them.
Demon Raccoon:
Uchiha Sasukesan?… The one-armed bandit himself?… Your head… sword… and remaining arm… will fetch quite the price in flesh and blood… But your daughter looks so tasty… I think we’ll keep her to ourselves… just for a treat… and a little… entertainment!…
Another demon screams, somewhere else in the mob.
Demon:
Take the girl alive!…
Another demon growls, from somewhere else.
Demon:
She’ll be far tastier fresh… in my experience…
A murmur of excitement grows through the assembled mob of the damned, as their little demonic raccoon leader quietly disappears into the demon mob, having already stoked it’s appetites. As the demon mob froths and frenzies with excitement, a number of the more aggressive demon bandits simultaneously jump Sasuke, with another wave waiting in the wings to join in. As Sasuke wipes out the first wave with the drawing of his sword, drawing and slashing with a single motion, a large but quiet figure waiting in the mob suddenly launches itself out of the mob at Sarada, scooping her up into a waiting portal made by it’s little raccoon friend, in a single impossibly swift motion, as Sarada screams.
Sarada:
Papa!…
Sarada disappears with the demon to who knows where through the open portal.
Sasuke:
Sarada!…
Sasuke wipes out the second wave with a flash of his streaming Chidori, a streaming flow of pure lightening nature chakra, and then launches himself at best speed, flying blind through the portal, just as the raccoon demon closes it. Then the raccoon, and it’s demon mob, ooze and filter their way back from whence they came, back into the aether and the shadows, dirty deeds done, blood cheap. As Sasuke comes through the portal, Sarada screams.
Sarada:
Papa!…
As the large but impossibly fast demonic figure holds her, it puts it’s over sized hand over Sarada’s mouth to muzzle her. The creature leaves her eyes uncovered to ensure she can see, and then growls.
Large Demon:
Shut up meat!… Shut up and watch!…
Sasuke lands, then screams out to Sarada.
Sasuke:
Sarada!…
Sasuke launches himself straight at the large grotesque figure holding Sarada, only to receive the spearhead dart of a chain dart whip, through the right lung from behind, by another demonic figure lying in wait for them. Sasuke howls in agony, as the force of the chain dart impact and penetration, knocks him down to the ground in mid flight, having gone completely through the right side of his chest and out the front, impaling him like a lanyard. As Sasuke hits the ground, he drops his sword, and clutches at his impaled chest, while coughing up blood and struggling through the blood to speak.
Sasuke:
Sarada!…
Then a lightning flash courses through the chain from it’s master, further torturing the already impaled Sasuke, sending him into another bout of howling agony. After the flash and the subsequent howling subside, the larger figure holding Sarada releases it’s hand from her mouth and growls out.
Large Demon:
Go ahead… Talk to him… This will be fun…
At the height of her voice, Sarada screams.
Sarada:
Papa!… Papa!…
Sasuke struggles to mutter something through a mouth full of vomited blood.
Sasuke:
Sarraaa…
Another flash courses through him, for another wave of howling, as Sarada screams again, struggling to be heard over the sounds of thunder and sizzling flesh.
Sarada:
Papa!… Papa!… Papa!…
After the thunder accompanying the lightning flash dies down, Sarada notices the sound of demonic laughter, as the chain dart owner comes out of concealment and into full view. A tall thin creature, with a long tongue constantly slithering and slurping around the outside of it’s reptilian snout, moves closer and closer to Sasuke, as if to finish him or further amuse itself, as in the way a cat will play with it’s prey before finishing it. Sarada screams again, to uproarious laughter.
Sarada:
Papa!…
The large figure holding her releases her completely, tossing her off to the side.
Large Demon:
Go ahead and run if you like… I like to chase fresh meat… But if you really love your father… you might want to stick around and keep him company… But then again… if you really really love your father… well then… you might not want to see… what happens next… to the one-armed bandit!… Uchiha Sasuke!…
More laughter erupts, as Sarada realizes that the two monsters before them, are far from the only ones, as they are in fact surrounded, by laughing howling lip-smacking demons. It was an entire demon hoard, in a veritable demon nest, brought together for a special occasion, with Uchiha Sasuke, as the special guest of honor.
Serpent Demon:
Not that our little get together so far hasn’t already been quite a magical encounter… But… We do have some important business to take care of…
The skinny reptile, with the tongue and the chain dart, moves to Sasuke’s side and picks up Sasuke’s sword, still laying on the ground beside him where he had dropped it.
Serpent Demon:
The Provincial Regent demanded only three things…
The reptile takes Sasuke’s sword, and slices off Sasuke’s remaining right arm at the shoulder socket, with howling in pain from Sasuke.
Serpent Demon:
He definitely wanted your remaining arm… and sword… as trophies!…
The serpent interrupts itself, only to send another flash, so he can laugh at the howling, before he continues explaining.
Serpent Demon:
Unfortunately for you… the regent also requires your head… to confirm elimination… But of course he cares nothing about your daughter… She was just convenient bait for our trap… But now of course… she’ll make for great sport for us I’m sure!…
Large Demon:
I can’t wait anymore!… I want a taste now!…
The larger figure growls, as it starts moving towards Sarada at a slow and deliberate speed, savoring every step and drooling, as the ravenous creature approaches it’s prey.
Serpent Demon:
Oh this is good… The loving father gets to see what we make of his daughter before we finish him… How considerate of you… I didn’t know you cared…
The serpent mocks Sasuke and Sarada, as the gathered filth continue to laugh hysterically. Sarada performs a quick flurry of hand seals, and then unleashes a massive fireball with a powerful exhale, engulfing the larger figure entirely with a direct hit. The growling voice of the larger figure begins to giggle, and then laugh, as it growls.
Large Demon:
Oooh… That’s a good burn… I like that sizzle… I think I can actually feel some of my skin melting!… That’s a good little girl… Your full of all sorts of fun surprises… Aren’t you?… I can’t wait to see what else!…
Sasuke groans, as he whips his head around, to get the larger figure in his sights.
Sasuke:
Aaameterasuuu…
Sasuke unleashes the shadow flame technique of the Mangekyo Sharingan, completely engulfing every inch of the larger figure, in the black unquenchable flames of the Ameterasu, that burn and completely consume their target, until there is nothing left of it to burn. The reptile immediately sends another series of flashes through Sasuke in retribution.
Serpent demon:
Dammit!… How dare you!… You… You rancid meat sack!… Do you have any idea… how hard it is to find a good host?!?… Now my friend… is going to have to start all over again!… So for that… both you and your daughter… will pay even more dearly now!… Now were going to take our sweet time… Perhaps the little girl… might even make a good host… for my friend…
Sasuke struggles through the pain, to whip his head around to target the serpent, before engulfing the reptile in more of the same black flames. As the reptile is engulfed, it releases it’s hold on the chain through Sasuke’s chest, and the chain falls to ground, while still running through Sasuke’s chest. Sasuke then looks down, at the chain protruding out of his chest, and a single link in the chain, a few links removed from his chest, becomes engulfed in black flames, and breaks away.
Sasuke finally falls unconscious from the effort and his wounds, as the assembled demon hoard explodes with screams and howls of displeasure, at what just befell their fellow creatures. As the cowardly demon hoard slowly moves in closer around them, and works it’s way up into a frenzy to attack, Sarada hurries to her father’s side, and attempts to heal some of the considerable damage done to his body, by infusing her chakra into Sasuke’s chest and shoulder, as best and as fast as she can, with her beginner level skill in medical ninjutsu. She pulls his torso up off the ground to sit him up, then pulls out the remaining chain from her father’s chest, while frantically infusing her chakra into the wounds. As she continues to apply her chakra to Sasuke’s chest, Sasuke regains consciousness and commands her.
Sasuke:
Ruun… Saradaaa… Rruuunn…
Sarada:
I’m not leaving you!… I’m not leaving you so… don’t even think about dying on me!… You just focus on getting us out of here… so I can get you some real help!…
Too weak to argue, and in no position to do so, Sasuke lifts his head, in an attempt to make a portal, as the demon hoards close in on them. A portal begins to form, but then fizzles and fails, dissipating, lacking the strength of coherence to hold itself together, as Sasuke struggles to mutter something.
Sasuke:
Sumimasen… Saradaaa… Sakuraaa…
Sasuke losses consciousness once again.
Sarada:
Papa!… Papa!… Papa!…
Hysterical, and clearly believing her father to be dead in her arms, a change is triggered in Sarada’s Sharingan eyes by the trauma, morphing them into their higher form of the Mangekyo Sharingan. Infused with a new influx of power, Sarada unleashes her own Ameterasu wildly against the surrounding first row of demons, engulfing the first wave in it’s black flames, causing the remaining demons to pull back slightly while being driven ever further into frenzy. Then a booming voice calls out, as if from the sky above and all around, from everywhere all at once.
Booming Voice:
Seal of Eternal Winter!…
A snow flurry blows through from out of no where, completely engulfing the demons present in ice and snow, and leaving behind snow covering the entire area, with the exception of a small circle surrounding Sarada and Sasuke, seemingly isolated from the surrounding winter by some invisible barrier, like a reverse snow globe. The entire scene turns into a winter wonderland in a virtual instant, with even the black flames of the Ameterasu frozen in place within the ice, as if frozen in time. Another small swirling snow flurry appears before them, and a vague figure outlined within the swirl speaks to them in the same booming voice, but now speaking normally.
Boomless Voice:
Your a long way from home grandson… and a bit too worse for wear for your troubles… by the looks of it… In manner of speaking…
The swirl dissipates and a figure of some sort of dark wizard is revealed, wearing long black hooded cloak with baggy loose sleeves and a red rope tied in front around the waste, hood hanging down low over a face. Perched upon the figure’s right shoulder, was a white snow rabbit, with red eyes and a red dot in the middle of it’s forehead, crackling with electric purple sparks, and with electric purple arcs between the ears. His otherwise bare feet were wrapped by a pair of cheap traditional waraji rope sandals, made from the same bright red rope as the rope around his waste. Hung over his left shoulder and hanging diagonally to his right side, was a brown leather messenger bag, with a round red disk with a black swirl within a black circle outline on the top cover flap, the crest of the Uzumaki Clan. Tied to the left side of his waste by the red rope was a simple gourd, with the symbol for demon drawn in black ink on one side of it, underneath the medical symbol for bio-hazard.
As Sarada cradles her father in her arms, a flash of ultra-violate tinged electric purple light, in lightening form but with a human shape, strikes a spot on the ground next to the dark wizard, leaving behind a red haired man, wearing a pair of sun glasses, with a white sash tied around his forehead, also bearing the crest of the Uzumaki Clan in the middle of his forehead, with the ends of the sash hanging down from the back of his head. The red headed man wore a long black knee length vest open in the front with another set of red disks, a pair covering each side of the front and then one on the back. Shirtless with a pair of short black pants, hanging just below the knee, a simple fanny back is strapped to his waste behind him with a shinobi’s shuriken holster on his right leg. A pair of simple flip-flops cover his otherwise bare feet. About his waste were tied a matched set of swords, known as a daisho, a full length katana and a matching but shorter bladed wakizashi, bound to his left side in the traditional manner of the samurai, tied with a black sash, bearing the etched steel forehead protector of a Kumo shinobi, used and worn like a belt buckle in front.
Sarada:
Nani?!?…
Kumo Shinobi:
Pops!… There are a large number of them… that have escaped your seal… They’re a ways off… But they’ll be on us in less than a minute… We don’t have time to finish here… We have to go now…
Dark Wizard:
Very well then… We’ll have to set course for Konoha immediately… and treat Sasuke on the way… Don’t worry Sarada… We still have time for your father…
Sarada:
Worry?!?… You have time for my father?!?… Who the hell are you people?!?… What the hell is going on here?!?…
Another bright and brief electric purple flash of lightening, and the the red headed Kumo shinobi, is instantly kneeling on the ground right next to Sarada, with his right hand raised up to the side of Sarada’s temple.
Kumo Shinobi:
Sumimasen… Cousin Sarada… But we don’t have time… for long explanations…
A short and small purple flash is emitted between the shinobi’s hand and Sarada’s temple, as she is rendered unconscious. Sarada awakens in a foggy haze, sitting comfortably in a comfy chair in her own living room back home, still lit by the light of the afternoon sun. Sarada gradually gains a clearer picture of her surroundings, realizing where she is, she begins to remember what had just happened, when the quiet of her apartment is broken up by the sound of her mother screaming.
Sakura:
Sasukekun?!?… Nani?!?…
Sakura faints and collapses where she stands at the sight, as Sasuke lies on the couch next to Sarada’s chair, with both arms bloody, but complete, intact, and connected properly, with a massive bloody scar, covering the hole that was in Sasuke’s chest, seen through the remaining tear in Sasuke’s vest and shirt. Sasuke’s sword lies on the table before them, next to a small gourd, with a note that reads ‘Herein are sealed Uchiha Itachi’s eyes. Please handle with care this precious heirloom of the Uchiha Clan. Courtesy of Uzumaki Shintaro.’
There Is No Alone!
Forever Never Ending!
There Is No Escape!
There Is No Point In Pretending!
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