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Prologue
Born of Love, Born of Hate

Uzushiogakure
Undisclosed Location

October 10th, 2000

A high pitched whistle pierced the air moments before an earth shattering blast rocked the building’s foundation, tossing furniture and tearing apart the interior of the room. Two heavy bedside lamps toppled to the now cracked and dented tile, shattering on impact; their shiny ceramic fragments joining the bits and pieces of stone that had rained down from the slowly caving ceiling and the glittering shards of delicate window panes blown from their sturdy frame. The beautifully carved labor pool, a once proud center piece, lay buried beneath rubble, spilling blood tinged water across the floor.
The resounding thunderclap that followed mercilessly pounded the eardrums of the lone woman huddled inside the modest space inside the four crumbling walls.
Kushina Uzumaki had never felt more exhausted in her entire life.
Or more terrified.
It wasn’t the distant rumble of the surprise attack raging beyond her birthing chamber walls that forced her heart into a painful gallop, nor the desperate shouting of those fighting and dying outside her window that filled her chest with an all consuming fear so intense it left her feeling faint and sickly.
What held her in a world of emotional torment was her missing child.
Her precious baby taken by a masked assailant mere minutes after his birth.
The heartsick redhead closed her eyes tightly, clenching her jaw in a desperate bid not to vomit as the soft bed beneath her shook wildly, violently jarring her ragged form.
It was hard.
Harder than it was to remain conscious.
Her stomach was churning violently, a bitter fluid teased the very back of her throat, and every hitched breath that passed her lips brought her closer and closer to evacuating the meager contents of her belly. In any other circumstance, Kushina would have been mortified by her own weakness. Here she was in the midst of the first attack in history on her village and her biggest opponent was motion sickness…
The very notion was ludicrous.
She had always been a determined, somewhat bullheaded individual.
A go-getter by nature, a persistent competitor that didn’t know the meaning of the word quit, she had yet to meet a dragon she couldn’t slay or a mountain too steep to be conquered. She tackled any and every challenge that crossed her path head on, and barreled through any obstacle that stood in her way, but perhaps this once, even she couldn’t fault herself for it.
She was a seasoned shinobi of the highest caliber, tougher than most hardened ninja, however, it was an undeniable fact that her body had been in chaos for the last nine months as baby and kyuubi made demands of her physical, spiritual and emotional energy and today, October 10th, the culmination of those wonderful, stressful months had reached its climax. Every ounce of her strength had been funneled into bringing a familiar stranger into this world, while simultaneously suppressing the immense chakra of a nine-tailed nightmare.
It was a grueling task, a truly hellish experience, and though she’d struggled to victory, in the end, she had lost.
She was a mother without her child.
A Jinchuuriki without a bijuu.
Both losses had taken a devastating toll on her health.
Both were slowly killing her in their own unique way.
Physically fighting to reclaim either were an impossibility, leaving her with nothing but the sheer force of her own iron will to ensure she stayed in this world long enough to see the return of her offspring.
A second whistle cut through the chaos outside.
Instinctively, Kushina braced herself.
The room, though brightly lit, illuminated to near blinding; a consequence of a second, even bigger, explosion hurtling towards her.
This one, dangerously close.
The impact rocked her very bones, a harsh, burning gust of wind swept the room, nearly toppling her from the mattress. It set off another round of earthquakes that would have collapsed a lesser soundly structure building, and this time, Kushina lost her battle with the puke lingering in the back of her throat.
As she heaved what little remained in her stomach, gripping the mattress to hold herself steady while she painted the floor in bile, she was distantly grateful to be lying close to the edge of her bed.
Had she been in it’s center, she would have been lying in the putrid substance.
She was beyond frustrated when she finished, wheezing on shaky arms that protested her weight, mouth lingering with the foul taste of failure.
Tears, a rarity for her, pricked the corner of her eyes.
This wasn’t where she should be.
She should be out there, fighting alongside her husband to save the one, tiny life they loved more than anything in this world.
The ceiling cracked above, chalky debris rained down.
A sizable chunk glanced off the back of her head.
Pain exploded in her cranium, the force of the blow nearly off setting her to the floor. She swayed, pushed away from the edge and landed none to gently back onto her pillows.
Wincing, she glanced around her chamber, noting its dilapidated state.
This room wouldn’t last much longer.
With what little strength she had left, Kushina raised trembling hands to form a familiar seal.
Vivid blue and hazy, a small domed barrier engulfed her prone form. Dropping her hands to her distended, but now empty belly, Kushina watched sluggishly as more of the roof caved in, each piece of rubble bouncing off her protective bubble and onto the floor.
She was safe for the moment.
Eyelids drooping, the beautiful redhead braced herself for the rising panic she’d been fighting for hours.
Memories flashed through her mind, lingering on the masked man that slipped into her room.
That man was no ordinary shinobi.
Childbirth was the most vulnerable time for a Jinchuuriki, knowing this all too well, every precaution had been taken to ensure the safety of mother, child and the village at large. A secluded location known only to a precious few, the strongest fuinjutsu in Uzushio etched into the very stone of this place. In the surrounding vegetation on this tiny island, a special protection force had been placed strategically around the parameter and yet this man had slipped through it all…
Effortlessly.
Intangible to physical touch and rendering their newborn the same, the ninja had, quite literally, escaped through the stone walls with their precious bundle.
Minato had gone after him.
More than anyone in the world, Kushina trusted her husband.
Those annoying tears burned her eyes, threatening to spill over. She swallowed hard, fighting both the waterworks and the lump in her throat.
She glared stubbornly at the broken ceiling, refusing to break.
Minato would never allow anyone to hurt their child.
She had to believe that, otherwise-
The subtle sensation of a new chakra signature blinking into reality cut through the roaring chaos of her crumbling room and morse ruminations.
She turned eagerly towards the sudden presence, struggling to her elbows as the figure charged towards her.
Her husband wore the fierceness of his battle, the deadly seriousness of the situation, on his beloved face. His blonde brows were furrowed, his usually smiling mouth flattened into a hard line, those bright blue eyes that always held a wealth of kindness and compassion were hawkish.
Piercing.
Worried.
His clothes were torn and charred, a few scratches marred his skin, and even though she wanted to ask if he was alright, even though she wanted to know if there were more injuries hiding within the folds of his fabric but she had to know one thing before all else.
It was killing her not to know.
“Is Naruto-”
“He’s safe,” her replied, slipping through her protective haven and scooping her off the bed.
Relief, the likes of which she’d never experienced in her entire life, slammed into the new mother. Experiencing any level of torture, hurt or agony over and over again for a thousand eternities was far, far easier to endure than the mere thought of her newborn in the hands of the enemy. Up to this point, every hardship she’d ever gone through felt like little more than mild inconveniences.
Long hours of brutal training that left her fingers torn, her body bruised and her spirit near broken; she welcomed it.
Becoming a Jinchuuriki to the one of the strongest tailed beast in existence, while she loathed to admit trepidation had been her closest friend in the days before it occurred, she’d face that destiny fear or no fear.
Facing down death itself on the front lines, she didn’t bat an eye.
Her child in danger and her being helpless to save him?
She’d fall apart completely.
This was a lesson she would never forget, and never wanted to repeat.
“Are you alright?” he asked, blue depths passing over her exhausted form as though he held the power to find the answers himself, “do you need Kazuki?”
Her head lolled in a semi-head shake to the contrary.
“No, I’m fine, just, please, take me to Naruto.”
She wasn’t bleeding as bad anymore, the midwife had taken care of her sufficiently following the expelling of the afterbirth, moments before the attack began, and even if she had concerns, Kushina couldn’t take her sister away from everyone that surely needed her now. Kazuki was one of the most compassionate souls in Uzushio, she’d give her life to save their people, but that woman loved her little sister almost as much as she loved her daughter Karin.
Kazuki would drop everything if that’s what it took to ensure her younger sister’s life.
Kushina didn’t want that.
Uzushiogakure couldn’t afford that.
His arms tightened around her, she prepared herself for instant transportation to her son, but was surprised when he spoke again.
“Kushina, your father requested me to bring you to him immediately,” he told her gravely, “he’s ordered you to become the new host of his bijuu. Now.”
Shocked to her very core, Kushina’s wide eyes snapped up to meet his. She knew what he was telling her wasn’t some kind of sick joke, Minato would never make such a comment in jest, but she couldn’t resist the urge to verify the truth of it written on his face. And still, somehow she found herself staring in disbelief at the somber severity she found in his cerulean orbs, those surreal words bouncing around inside her head, meaningless, senseless to her reeling mind.
Her father, Ashina Uzumaki, was a force of nature in his own right, a man so powerful she herself wondered if he was truly human.
Her husband was telling her that this legendary shinobi, the father she loved dearly had fallen.
She wanted to ask if Kazuki had been taken to the Uzukage.
One bite of her sister’s flesh could heal almost any wound, but she knew that was probably one of the first healing methods they’d tried.
Throat tight, she gave a muted nod, her mind already shifting to the subsequent consequences that would follow his passing.
Tonight, Kushina would inherit her father’s monster…and pass her own nine-tailed monster to her son.
Naruto’s destiny as a Jinchuuriki was something she and Minato had come to terms with early on in her pregnancy, however, that fateful event had been planned far, far into the future. When he was older, wiser and ready to take on the highs and lows of being a vessel. She wanted him to know peace, to be naught but an innocent child before he was to carry the mantel of responsibility, but it seemed, he was cursed to follow in his mother’s footsteps. Her own mother’s early demise had seen her become the kyuubi’s vessel years before her time, it had been hard, really hard, but it wasn’t impossible.
Kushina had faith in Naruto, and she’d be with him every step of the way.
Naruto would be the youngest Jinchuuriki in Uzushiogakure history, but he had the benefit of accumulated knowledge passed down from those that had come before him that would spare the young boy unnecessary hardship.
As was so often the case, her husband spoke as though she’d voiced her worries aloud, “we’ll be there with him. He won’t go through this alone.”
She nodded silently, and though her heart ached, determination steeled her resolve.
Their son had a tough road ahead, but, he would have every avenue of support available to lighten his enormous burden, Kushina would make sure of that.

Konoha
Hyuuga Compound

December 27th, 2000

He hated her.
She could see it gleaming in his eyes, could feel his disdained like a living, breathing entity. His distaste filled the confines of her little room, sweltering in it’s heavy weight, frightening in its overwhelming intensity. His chest rose sharply and fell harshly, the angry breath leaving his flared nostrils a sign of his rising rage. Her stomach somersaulted as she watched him silently reach a level of animus no parent, no adult, no human should have towards a innocent new life.
Hideko Hyuuga tensed, fingers itching to snatch her precious baby girl away from her husband.
The young woman knew this was not the child, the heir that he wanted.
That in his eyes, this baby was a mockery of everything he strived for.
Another failure…
Hinata, her precious newborn, lay quiet and still in his big hands, her wides eyes fixated on what could only appear to her as a menacing blurry shadow. Not a single sound passed her lips as though she too sensed the ill will inside the male holding her, as though she knew instinctively that any adorable little movement or heartwarming coo would rouse the beast to violence.
The deep frown lines cradling his thinly pressed lips pulled harder, his furrowed brows squeezed together and the subtle sound of grinding teeth reached Hideko’s ears.
It was loud in the oppressive silence, frightening to hear.
He looked fully capable of doing the unthinkable, of adding the unspeakable to his long list of horrible deeds, and in that moment, she truly felt Hizashi Hyuuga was a monster wearing human skin, that there was nothing good inside this man leading their Clan.
He was an evil that could not be cured only…removed.
A stain on mankind that needed to be wiped away.
The midwife, her closest friend, shifted in the far corner, her worried gaze passing between the married couple but Hideko dared not look away, feeling as though so much as a single blink would give rise to a horrific act that would shred her very soul. Hideko fingered the kunai resting at her hip, hidden away beneath the blankets thrown atop her as she watched him with a fierceness she had never thought herself capable of leveling on her brutish husband.
Pregnancy had started a changed in her; becoming a mother this winter night had transformed her fully.
Gone was the browbeaten woman that put her Clan and decrees of her husband before anything and everything. She’d shed her former silently obedient persona during the hellish hours of labor and emerged a lioness ready to rend flesh to protect her cub.
“H-Hizashi-sama, please, give me the young heiress,” Umeko, the midwife implored, “Hinata-sama h-had a small wheeze in her lungs that must be examined.”
The stuttered lie served only to inflame the male’s ire.
Weakness, in any form, was an offensive character flaw that would be removed from any individual that carried the name Hyuuga, so decreed her Clan Head and the soulless Senior Council that governed their Clan.
Seeming to realize her mistake, panicked, Umeko opened her mouth again, ready to deny her own claim when he moved.
Umeko’s startled cry kicked her heart into overdrive, and the careless way in which he dumped her precious bundle into the plump, dark haired woman’s arms pricked her own temper. Hideko uttered not a word, merely clutched the kunai as hatred burned her chest and relief flowed through her veins that her daughter was no longer in his dangerous possession.
Only when the door slid closed with a harsh snap behind the awful man did the tension in the room. Umeko whispered a breathless prayer, as her beautiful child began to wail.
Tired, in more ways than one, Hideko released the blade and reached a hand to her friend and newborn.
“Bring her,” she murmured softly, “please.”
As upset as the baby, Umeko brought the wailing infant, her own milky depths swimming with tears. Hideko gave her a gentle, reassuring smile before taking her child in her arms. Cuddling the newborn, Hideko pressed tender lips to her soft crown, before dropping the front of her gown and nursing the baby quiet, though there was nothing she could do to quell Umeko’s silent weeping.
Resolve settled in the pit of her stomach.
Hideko was loyal to the Hyuuga, she had always done her duty as the daughter of one of the most esteemed Councilman serving and as the wife of the Clan Head, Hizashi Hyuuga, but this was her child.
Her baby.
God help her husband if he tried to lay a finger on her.
She would see this Clan burn before she allowed that to happen.
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