I adopted this story form The distorter shadow I hope I do this story justice

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Sekirei.

I do not have the best grammar or spelling so please bear whit me.

"Talking"

"Thinking"

summoning/bijuu

Story start Meow

Chapter 1

"Thanks for coming Asama-kun," a man with spiky white hair stated as a younger looking man with slightly shorter hair of a similar shade entered the room. The room itself was a large circular area with an unidentified machine stationed in the middle and one the machine was a glowing cone with a small spherical object contained within. Outside of the two white haired men, there was also a grey haired woman wearing black with a grey overcoat and a nodachi at her side.

"I'm guessing it's the incomplete motor?" the younger looking man asked with a hint of urgency in his voice at the prospect of what was happening.

"It's the greatest regret," the man with longer hair said solemnly as he pushed a pair of spectacles up the ridge of his nose, "everything went out of control all of a sudden due to system incompatibilities. The only consolation was that only one of the Jinki were activated."

"Activated?!" the younger man shouted in shock as he examined one of the many computers littering the room, "what about the others?"

"We separated them before they could all resonate," the bespectacled man stated seriously as the expression on his smiling face betrayed the nerves he was trying to suppress, he knew just how dangerous the current situation was after all, "I know I'm not in a position to complain to someone who has just quit the company… I know, but I had no choice but to rely on you."

It was clear that the man didn't like admitting that he was out of his depth and that it really was a disastrous situation that couldn't afford the luxury of pride getting in the way, "if a Jinki that has become an Ara Mitama is allowed to release its energy for even a moment, there is no way to suppress it," the man stated as calmly as he could manage, knowing that one wrong move and it could mean the end of everything he worked towards over the past couple of decades, "by our calculations the effects might not reach outside of this company but it is a dubious thing to place unexpected situations within the boundaries of our calculations."

He knew that calculating for errors was necessary and he had already calculated for an event such as this, what didn't change however was one simple fact, that he didn't have the full facts with which to base the calculations around and it was entirely possible that he could have made a serious error because of that.

"I've evacuated all the researchers however there wasn't enough time to transport the Sekirei undergoing tuning as well," the more extravagantly dressed man stated seriously, earning a gasp of surprise from the slightly younger man, "having already proceeded this far already, it is impossible to stop it but since you were successful in tuning the No.01, you should be able to tune the Jinki as well and minimize the damage."

"Also if anything were to happen to Takami-kun or myself, take care of MBI and the Sekirei," the more eccentric of the two white haired men stated solemnly, smiling as he tried to hide the fact he had already prepared himself for death… the only regret he had was that he had never been allowed to act as a father to his son.

"Minaka-kun?" the younger man said, his mind more focused on trying to figure out how to contain the damage instead of what the damage would be.

"As you know, the Jinki not only affects the Sekirei but the Ashikabi as well," the newly dubbed Minaka stated solemnly, hoping that what would say next would motivate what he considered one of his best friends to find a way to contain the problem, "Takami-kun is in the building tending to the Sekirei still undergoing tuning, we are Ashikabi, there is no telling what would happen if we were exposed to the Jinki's effects."

He knew it was a low shot but he trusted the young man to work better under the added pressure, he still didn't expect to live past ten minutes but there was a small chance that things could be salvaged if Takehito was working on it.

"Hey," the grey haired woman said, grabbing the attention of both other occupants, "are you going to abandon them?"

Minaka had to admit he had never seen that look on the grey haired woman's face and it took a second for him to realise that it was an emotion he didn't think she was capable of… fear. It was a very rare sight, to see the woman known as Karasuba look at someone without her superior smirk gracing her lips was a shocking sight, especially when it was clear that she was giving the same sort of smile he was, one that attempted to cover the nerves she was feeling. It was also shocking to see her crossing her arms as if to comfort herself, clearly the fearless monster that had slaughtered countless soldiers wasn't as fearless as he originally thought.

"Karasuba?! What are you doing here, you need to leave!" Takehito shouted at the woman, only to freeze when he heard the next words out of her mouth.

"Doctor Asama, you can save the Sekirei sleeping here and yet you choose not to… are you going to abandon them?" the tone the woman made her question in was calm despite the clear nervousness she was trying to hide.

"I can save them? Ah, that's right, "the shorter haired researcher stated with resolution clear in his eyes, "I get what you're trying to say… Minaka-kun, how much of the evacuation is complete?"

"All the employees have been evacuated, all that's left is who you see here, Takami and the Sekirei that cannot leave on their own strength," the more eccentric of the two stated as calmly as he could manage.

"Then that means I'm the only human here that's under the effect of the Jinki right?" Asama stated calmly with his hand caressing his chin.

Immediately Minaka found himself connecting the dots and his mind immediately blared out against the younger mans course of action, it was literal suicide after all, "Asama-kun! You can't be thinking of…" he couldn't bring himself to say it, the mere thought of losing the man was horrifying to him and that wasn't even including what the man's wife would do when she learned of the events that happened here.

"I can manually invert the force field of the Jinki and terminate only those that aren't Sekirei or Ashikabi," the young man stated with a calm voice as he made his decision.

"Stop it Asama-kun! I didn't call you here to do something like that!" the longer haired man said loudly, he had never intended on things turning out like this… why did Karasuba have to open her damn mouth and put such an idea in the young man's head? "you've done enough, leave the rest to us and evacuate."

With that idea it would be possible to save everyone, however it would require quite a bit of luck as well, after all, he had never been particularly good at tuning the alien technology, only reverse engineering it and putting it to use in completely different types of ways.

"Minaka-kun, you're a genius but you really suck and tuning and other delicate tasks," Takehito stated calmly, "so I'm the only one who can control this situation and prevent it from reaching outside, in exchange can you promise me one thing? Don't ever involve No.01… Miya in MBI's operations and let her live her life as a human."

Upon hearing that statement, Minaka knew there was no turning back now and with another adjustment of his glasses, he tried to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes knowing that he was about to lose a dear friend.

"Yeah… I understand," he finally said, he would keep his promise, even if it wasn't suicidal to try and involve her in the company's operations, he would keep that promise because of the respect he felt towards the man standing before him.

"I'm sorry Miya," and with that last statement, the object at the centre of the room erupted in a pillar of light and Takehito was no more.

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Naruto did not know what was happening.

One minute he was preparing himself for a mission to sabotage Kumogakure by killing key members in its political power base than a bright light and then the next thing he knew he was in the middle of a strange room with two strangers and a corpse at the far side room… so he did the first thing he could think of was to hide in the shadows on the ceiling before the dazed spectators noticed his presence.

Clinging onto the shockingly sterile surface he watched as the two walked towards the corpse that was wearing a white lab coat, reminiscent of the Yondaime's Hokage robe, except it lacked the flame designs and the Kanji.

"Well, looks like the idiot went through with it," the grey haired woman stated with a grin as she removed the coat from the body that looked like he had died from a Jūken strike to the chest.

"Do not speak ill of the man that just saved both our lives at the cost of his own," the white haired man ordered the woman with obvious hostility in his tone at the woman's disregard for the other man's sacrifice.

"Of course president," the grey haired woman said with a smile, obviously completely unconcerned about the other persons ire being directed at her before she started to leave.

"Where are you going Karasuba?" the white haired man asked the woman seriously, earning a shrug off the carefree woman.

"I just thought No. 01 would like to know the status of her husband, I'll be back soon," the darkly dressed woman told before exiting the room.

Naruto noticed the extravagantly dressed man pull out some form of radio from what he could tell before pressing a few buttons and placing it next to his ear.

"Hello, Takami-kun, the Jinki has been deactivated… Takehito-kun… he's no longer among the living," the white haired man stated over the transceiver, having to take a few calming breaths during the statement, "prepare for a level 4, Karasuba has decided to give Miya the bad news about her husband."

Naruto found himself focusing on the terminology used, Takami was obviously someone that worked with the strange man, probably a man that he considered a close friend as well if he was using -kun. Level 4 was something that he didn't understand completely however given the context of how it was being used in he could assume it was probably some severity of injury, though the exact level of the injury was up for debate… and lastly the one part that he had the least information on, this thing called Jinki but given how this man said it had been deactivated, he concluded that whatever it was, it was the reason he was here and not Konoha.

He briefly considered interrogating the white haired man but given the fact the man wasn't looking for him, had mentioned this 'Jinki' being deactivated and this Takehito person being dead… well it was obvious that whatever happened was most certainly not what was supposed to happen and it had cost the life of the young man on the floor.

With that scenario firmly planted in his mind, he quickly decided to leave, it didn't take long for the assassin to exit the building while leaving no trace he had ever been there at all and upon laying his eyes upon the city he had immediately thought of Amegakure… except that it was lacking the canals in the streets.

Upon making that observation he let his gaze fall over the streets and the countless people walking through them, tightly packed together with an air of obliviousness to them that the civilians of the elemental nations would never been seen with, immediately letting him know that he was further away from home than he initially expected… the automated carriages that zipped through the middle of the street only further reinforced the fact that wherever he was, he would probably not be able to make it back to Konoha any time soon.

If he was anyone else, he would've let out a sigh but as a member of Black Ops you didn't sigh while in uniform, doing so could give away their position and result in a mission failure, so he just proceeded to think over the situation as he used chakra to stick to the side of the building and used a small jutsu he managed to steal from Iwa during one of his later missions in that village, the Meisaigakure no jutsu.

His form wavered out of existence as the light that used to hit him instead flowed around him like a stream while eliminating his shadow. It didn't take much for him to suppress his scent either, all that required as a minor application of wind chakra to keep the air pressing against him and therefore, blow his sent back to his body. The first thing he thought about was identification, he had no means of identifying himself in this area while outside of uniform and he was useless at genjutsu so manipulating a person's senses into believing he was a legal occupant of the city was out of the question. Of course there was also the problem of whether or not he could find someone who was prepared to rent him a place to stay without proper ID, he doubted most people would accept someone that doesn't exist as a resident but there was the off chance there was someone that would.

Getting money wouldn't be too hard, he could easily scour the streets for any form of organised crime and assist them in most of the endeavours they would be prepared to pay for the completion of, after all, he may be an unrivalled assassin but ever since the six month training period to master his skills had finished, he had started learning other disciplines, one of the perks of being part of the villages elite was that your colleagues were almost always masters of one art or another and given how close he was to certain members of the anbu well, learning how to fight like a regular forces member wasn't that hard.

Tenzō had told him once that at his current level, he would probably be capable of fighting most Jōnin to a standstill, something the man said was quite impressive for someone his age… not that he cared too much about that, he was an assassin not a fighter after all.

And that had made him think quite a lot over the past few months. His tenure with anbu was coming to an end and the higher ups wanted him to branch out into the regular forces and eventually take the mantle of Hokage… after all, an assassin capable of slaughtering hundreds without being detected was a truly formidable foe and would probably gain a reputation almost as fierce as the Yondaime if they stopped hiding in the shadows and declared their allegiance to Konoha.

And if they had told him that three and a half years ago, he would've jumped up and down like an idiot while screaming 'I'm going to be Hokage!'… but he had changed since then.

Back then he hadn't bloodied his hands yet, back then he had skipped all his classes because they were boring and back then, he hadn't seen the darker side of the shinobi system.

Now he was educated, now he had seen just how dark the shinobi system truly was, now he had not only the blood of his enemies on his hands but the blood of the innocent too… now he was a much better Hokage candidate than before but at the same time, he didn't have the same kind of devotion he had before. That's not to say he wasn't devoted, if anything he was even more devoted to the village now than he was back then, however he no longer cared about making a name for himself, he no longer cared about what others thought of him, all that mattered was Konoha and what his close friends thought.

Once again he felt the urge to sigh and once again he didn't, he was still glued to the side of the building like before and when it came down to it, he could easily stay like that for several weeks provided he didn't need to sleep, which unfortunately he did since he was a human… even if he was a jinchūriki and an Uzumaki and therefore had significantly more chakra and stamina than most humans… especially those his own age.

Well, he knew that he wouldn't be capable of finding somewhere to live without money, so finding an employer that could use someone without any history and unrivalled skills in stealth and assassination was the first thing on his list of priorities and so without any further hesitation, he quickly started darting around the city, effortlessly moving along walls and over roofs as he started his search for someone unscrupulous and in need of someone's death.

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It didn't take long for him to find someone that fit the bill, apparently this 'Yakuza' group was one of the dominant figures in the city, third only to Higa Pharmaceuticals and the very company he had appeared in, Mid Bio Informatics or MBI for short. Of course the other two were legal corporations and eliminating them could lead to all sorts of national and even global consequences and the leader of the group didn't want to risk that… besides, the other two companies were not competing with the Yakuza group so it wasn't like destroying one would be advantageous to the criminal group.

So instead he was tasked with eliminating a local gang that was disrupting the organisations operations, apparently the only reason they hadn't killed the people already was because of a few problems that doing so would raise, namely that having one of their men linked to the group that had been disrupting their operations would give the police a lead which could in turn, create far more problems for the criminal empire than a small gang of thugs.

But Naruto wasn't linked with them. The police couldn't track him even if they tried and if they did manage to find something about him, they wouldn't be able to discover anything useful.

And so unlike the enforcers of the Yakuza, he could easily kill this Tanigawa Junichi and teach his gang a lesson about interfering with groups beyond their power.

The best part was that he would get paid in cold, hard, unmarked cash. One million yen to be exact.

Naruto didn't know exactly how much one million yen was worth but he doubted it would be little, it probably wouldn't be a lot but then again, it wasn't exactly that serious a job, just a way of getting rid of a nuisance that was costing the Yakuza too much for them to ignore but not enough to risk the potential for repercussions of eliminating.

And so Naruto would deal with the group for them as nothing more than hired muscle. They would just die without ever realising he was there.

That was something he was unique at, normally a person would emit a intent when they watched or attempted to attack anyone, that intent could be felt by anyone depending on how perceptive they were and how subtle the amounts emitted were. It was possible to suppress the quantity of intent being released, however it was still there in most cases. However after a couple of years, Tenzō had realised that Naruto didn't suppress enough to make it unnoticeable to him, rather he didn't emit any at all.

It had taken Inoichi looking through his head to finally understand how he did it. It was all thanks to his acting training and the simple fact that he lacked a healthy mind. It truly was disturbing for the head of the Yamanaka clan to discover that there was someone capable of tricking themselves into believing that the outcome was a foregone conclusion and that the action simply existed. It was one of the other things that made him one of the few candidates for Godaime Hokage, the fact that even Kakashi had trouble reading him with his sharingan, his lack of intent simply made his actions that difficult to predict.

It was a bit like how the academy taught the students to beware of stray kunai and shuriken, without the intent behind them, it was harder to detect them, certainly not impossible but noticeably more difficult.

And that is why Kakashi had given him the nickname, 'magureatari muke', the aimed fluke.

Of course against civilians such a skill was unnecessary, it was only needed to catch Chūnin and higher off guard, though it did contribute to his Kage Killer reputation and allowed him to catch even the greatest ninja of their village off guard. Honestly the only people he had trouble catching off guard were the Hyūga and it was only when they had their Byakugan active.

Sure he knew the weakness of the eyes but in the end, the blind spot was simply too small to take advantage of it.

It didn't take him long to reach the area that apparently acted as the groups hideout and he immediately noted that all the known members of the gang were gathered together and laughing around a table. Naruto was listened in on their conversation, apparently these morons actually thought that the Yakuza were scared of them instead of trying to avoid getting implicated in the operations that had been disrupted and face jail.

And damn, that dark haired guy with the green hoodie was almost as loud as Gai… not quite but he wasn't far off.

Of course despite the fact he could probably kill them all without a second glance he observed them… it was his ritual, he never made a move against an enemy unless he had observed them and determined the most efficient method of elimination. Unfortunately in this situation he couldn't follow his ritual down to the letter, he was expected to complete the hit tonight otherwise he wouldn't get paid and so it was with great reluctance that he focused his chakra into the air.

It was a trick he would never use against a shinobi. However against those that couldn't use chakra then this was a quick and simple solution… and with a little focus he essentially wrapped the victims in a cocoon of wind chakra and with a mental command, sharpened it around their throats.

The result was a group of eight thugs being decapitated simultaneously, their postures slumping as their heads hit the ground and the stumps that used to be their necks started spitting out a couple of spurts of blood before falling to the ground beside the heads.

Pulling out a small camera he took photographic evidence that he had committed the deed.

Of course the bodies couldn't be kept lying around and so the masked ninja let his hands flow through a series of seals before ending on the Tora seal, upon which he proceeded to blow through the filter in his mask. Normally a person would expect the filter to be damaged however because of how common it was for Konoha ninja to know Katon Jutsu they had been specially designed to allow the usage of fire techniques from within, it was a seal based barrier designed by Danzō and so it only allowed the fire to leave the mask, never enter it.

He was by no means an expert at fire jutsu, that honour belonged with Uchiha Sasuke but it was easily a passable Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu that effortlessly consumed the corpses within the warehouse without spreading too far.

Naruto waited for several minutes, the fire never moving from the area he designated it before letting it die, revealing that the corpses had been charred but were still intact. What mattered wasn't the evidence but rather, who it could be traced back to and given that there wasn't so much as a scorch mark left around them, it could raise the question of 'where were they burned?'

With an impassive gaze, he turned his back on the corpses, his goal clear as he left the building and once again started defying gravity on his way to the Yakuza leaders residence.

His journey was uneventful as he occasionally glanced down at the street, noting that no one seemed to bother looking up… perhaps his thoughts of this world lacking any form of supernatural abilities weren't so far off, maybe that was why their technology was so advanced… without chakra they had to rely on other methods to achieve the same results and caused their technology to grow to levels and complexity never seen back in the elemental nations.

He just hoped he wouldn't grow complacent because of these people lacking the common sense that most people in ninja villages did.

Honestly, it was common practice to look up back home because even if you weren't a shinobi you could usually tell if there was anywhere you should probably avoid by looking to see if the shinobi were travelling in a general direction, these people didn't even bother with that.

Not that it would've made any difference if they had, he was practically a ghost and even without the Meisaigakure no jutsu he was so swift and fluid that even ninja would eventually dismiss him as merely a shadow or hallucination if they managed to catch a glimpse of him out the corner of their eyes.

It didn't take much longer for him to reach the office of the Yakuza leader however instead of entering it, he shot straight past it, he was pretty certain he wasn't being followed but he didn't know about the technology that these people possessed and would rather not get caught going in the building. It didn't take long for him to put his skill with the shunshin to use and without any further ado, he appeared in the office he had gotten his mission from.

His sudden appearance obviously shocked the guards that had been assigned to protect the head of the head of the organisation if the way they literally jumped and started fumbling around for their weapons was anything to go by.

"Mission complete," the cloaked boy stated in what would've been a chilling monotone that was further distorted by the mask he was wearing, before he pulled out the photograph and handed it to the leader.

The head of the organisation was a well muscled man with several scars littering his face and greying hair, he certainly looked like a veteran and that appearance probably helped intimidate his usual clients… to Naruto however it was about as intimidating as walking along the street.

"It certainly looks like you did a good job of killing them," the man stated with a shiver as he took note of the most important fact of the photo, "did you put them under anaesthetic before executing them?"

"No, they all died while awake," the blond stated calmly, his voice maintaining its blandness behind the mask, earning a raised eyebrow in the process.

"You expect me to believe that you can kill eight people before they even know they're being attacked?" the Yakuza leader asked sceptically, earning a raised hand from the blond who simply saturated the air with his chakra once again before clicking his fingers in a small show of force.

The result was immediate, the weapons the men had been carrying were suddenly cut to pieces with no explanation for why such a thing happened outside of the blonds presence.

"Killing is my specialty, there is no one better than me at that art," Naruto stated calmly, earning several nervous gulps from the others in the room as they realised that their new acquaintance was capable of killing them all without any of them even knowing how he did it, "now, my payment please."

"One million yen," the leader stated as calmly as he could now that he knew he was facing someone beyond his ability to explain. Immediately one of the guards walked forward while giving the masked ninja a nervous look before handing him a large wad of notes that the blond quickly proceeded to start counting while keeping his senses honed on everyone in the room in case they gained any form of intent towards him.

Eventually he felt the intent of one of the guards spike, however it was the sort of intent he had rarely ever felt… and most of the time it was just before Shikamaru started questioning him.

"No," he stated calmly, shocking everyone in the room before he turned to face the source of the curious intent and continuing his statement, "I will not tell you anything about myself."

The man that had just had his curious intent answered by the snake masked ANBU simply looked on in stunned silence as the rest of the room looked at him worriedly.

"Maybe, maybe not," Naruto said upon seeing the hint of fear on the man's face and predicting that the man was wondering if he could read his mind, "well," the blue eyed teen started as he once again turned his attention towards the leader, "it has been a pleasure doing business with you, I look forward to our next meeting."

"Wait, how do I contact you if I need you?" the leader of the group asked wondering how to get in touch with the stranger that showed himself to be a useful tool for eliminating his enemies.

"You don't," and with that said, the cloaked figure vanished into thin air.

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It didn't take long for Naruto to find a spot on top of a random building, he needed somewhere secluded for what he was about to do after all.

Pulling up both the sleeves on his left arm, and removing the glove on his right hand, he quickly cut the index finger and started writing a series of symbols on his left forearm in his own blood. Honestly applying it like he currently was wasn't the easiest thing to do, however he was an Uzumaki and his talent in the art of Fūinjutsu was great despite his lack of training in it.

Upon finishing the work, he quickly pulsed a small quantity of chakra through the blood, drying it and making it water proof with a little manipulation. The end result was a passable storage seal on his arm and without waiting anymore, he checked his surroundings before removing his black cloak, featherweight armour ninjato and porcelain snake mask that made him more than a spectre and sealing it all, leaving him in a simple long sleeved shirt and the loose fitting pants usually favoured by shinobi.

No longer in uniform he let out all the sighs he had been suppressing all day before looking for a way down that didn't involve jumping from suicidal heights and possibly drawing unwanted attention onto him.

Of course he had picked a roof with a door that led to the rest of the building and so without wasting any more time, he proceeded down to street level, his wad of cash secured in his pocket… and anyone that tried to pick it would find themselves getting their arm broken by the whiskered blond in the process.

Walking along the street, he wasn't surprised to see the crowd ignore him, he may have been a little young but that didn't change the fact that he was just a stranger as far as they were concerned.

They were completely ignorant of the fact that he could easily kill them all and get away with it.

But still, the first point of call was simple, get new clothes, ANBU gear wasn't the best for blending into a crowd after all.

Then after that, it was a matter of trying to find somewhere to live, it certainly wasn't a high priority, as long as he could get something to eat and drink then he wouldn't have any problems so sleeping on the street was a very real possibility and he didn't really mind the thought of doing such a thing.

He probably could get a false identity crafted for himself but having even that much would create something he didn't want… a paper trail. He would rather sleep on the street than let the people here know anything about him.

So it was with a calm gait that he started his walk around, his goal simply being to find a clothes store he could shop at.