Avatar of Fenrir: Hey everyone I'm back with a new story for you all. My previous stories are currently all on hiatus until I can summon the will to return to them. Naruto the Demon Wolf Dog is on permanent hiatus until I either have the will to rewrite it or someone adopts it. If any of you chose to adopt it my only requirement is that you rewrite it and make it your own. Send me a message if any of you are interested in adopting it. Anyway this new story was developed after watching Soul Eater. Remember Flames will be ignored while constructive critisism is welcomed. And now without further ado lets get this show on the road! (Naruto is tied to a rock and thrown into the ocean)

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Summery: What if during an attack by the villagers of Konoha, Naruto unlocked a bloodline? A bloodline belonging to a clan of ninja who were known to do anything for money. The bloodline of the Star Clan.

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Rain poured from the heavens in droves. Lightning tore through the sky as thunder roared in the distance. A great storm had come upon the village of Konoha. A small blonde child no older then five could be seen running through the streets as though his life depended on it. And indeed it did. As behind the boy could be seen a large mob of villagers, all holding torches and weapons. This was just the daily life of Naruto Uzumaki, Junchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Kitsune. The small boy ducked down an alley but was confronted with a dead end. Looking back the way he came he found the villagers standing there, grinning with malicious intent. Naruto fell to the ground, his legs giving out and sending him to his knees. One villager stepped out to the front of the crowd, a tanto held in his hand. He spoke.

"It seems we finally caught you demon brat!" Holding out his hand with the weapon in it he charged for the small helpless child. Thoughts ran through the boys head as the man's form could be seen moving in slow motion.

'Why me? Why do they always want to hurt me! What have I ever done to them!' Unoticed by either the blonde or his tormentors, yellow energy began to gather around his form as his anger rose.

'They call me a demon. I'll show them a mother fucking demon!' The blonde opened his eyes and the villager that was charging his downed form slowed to a stop at the sight before him. Yellow energy was erupting from his form as though spewed from a volcano. The energy caused his white shirt to rip off his small body revealing that his muscles had expanded slightly. A star tattoo had appeared on his right shoulder. But it was his eyes that drew the most attention. Gone was the look of hopelessness. It was replaced by pure malice and hatred. And in the center of his eye was a star. Without warning the boy rushed the man, pulled back his hand and threw it forward in a punch while calling out the name of his attack.

"Demon Star Wave!" Electricity exploded around his hand as his punch landed in the unamed man's gut causing the built up energy to tear through his body and out his back, showering the mob with the remains of their leader. Grabbing the tanto as it flipped through the air, Naruto turned to the villagers.

"Pray to your chosen god for mercy. Because you'll get none from me." With that he charged them.

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(Elsewhere at the DWMA academy)

Lord Death could be seen watching the event transpiring in Konoha through his mirror. He sighed in grief.

"The idiocy of humans amazes me even today. To think another of the Star Clan was able to escape the massacure. I wonder if I should tell Black Star?" At that moment a five year old blue haired child rushed intot he room yelling about how soon he would surpass god. Lord Death had a sweatdrop on the back of his head.

'On second thought I'll wait till he's older before telling him.'

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(Back in Konoha)

The walls were painted red with blood. Organs and severed flesh lay in the alleyway. The blonde could be seen standing amidst the carnage, covered from head to toe in blood, the tanto gripped firmly in his fist. It was this scene that the Hokage witnessed when he arrived with his ANBU ninja at the ready. Before he could say a word the blonde passed him. He called over his star ingraved shoulder to the aging man.

"You were late gramps." With that the boy dissapeared into the night.