Fenribane - So Its been a while since I last did any writing here but hey I'm bored and since I love hearing how shit my grammer is heres a new story for you. Lets see if I can actual complete this one shall we.

Chapter 1 – Night Time Sorrows

Naruto was no stranger to pain, one of his earliest memories had been pain.

The sounds of a roaring engine, shattering glass and a familiar voice screaming haunted his nightmares every night but nothing disturbed his nights more than the sound of a small child crying. It echoed in his skull till he'd awake coated in sweat and hearing the scream follow him into the waking world as it continued in his own throat. Tonight was no different.

As he sat up in his bed Naruto panted his lung for filling their desire to breath, it took him several moments fro his heart to stop racing and his senses to settle. As he rubbed his forehead he wiped away the lay of sweat that coated his naturally tanned skin, his sea blue eyes had black bags under them from his lack of sleep and his plump checks bore his unique whisker like scars. His blonde hair was ruffled and unkempt and his fringe was plastered to his forehead from his sweating.

"Too fucking hot" He groaned in a statement to himself, as he threw back his bed sheet he felt the cold night air hit his exposed naked body. The blond had learned long ago not to ware pajamas unless he wanted to wake up with it sticking to his skin, as he laid back down and let the cool night air gentle caress his body he let out a sigh of contentment. One of his hands lightly an over his exposed chest and scratched an inch under his left breast, as his thumb lightly grazed his nipple he felt his senses scream for more attention. He didn't bother to debate his desires as he sleepy let his hand glided down his smooth skin to his growing erection, as he grasped himself he felt the familiar burning felling start to build up inside him. It didn't take long for his skilful hand to bring him to the point of satisfaction but as he slowed and allowed himself the pleasure of prolonging the feeling he shivered as a breeze from his open window and finally reached his limit and came. Moments later he unconsciously rolled over and went back to sleep forgetting to pull the cover back up over himself, as he curled up into a ball he finally got the rest he truly needed as his mind went into a dreamless sleep...

Elsewhere another person was also having trouble sleeping.

Tsunade sat in the dim light of her desk lamp as she reread the monthly reports for a third time, her eyes were sore and she could feel the migraine starting to throb, she took a sip of the glass of whiskey her assistant had thoughtful brought for her. The burning liquid slid down her throat wonderfully and the temptation to down it all was hard to resist, as she set the glass down again she sighed and leaned back.

'Why now, What's riling them up so much?' Tsuande questioned herself as she flicked a stray strand of her blonde hair from her face, for a women in her fifties she looked great and her skin was free from wrinkles but she had started to notice the odd grey hair appear in her well kept hair. After a moment of quirt though her amber eyes looked across the room to where her assistant Shizune had fallen asleep on the offices coach, Tsuande stood and stretched her arms the tension in her back screaming in violent defiance. She walked over to a small closet where she kept a pillow and thick blanket for when she'd spend the night catching up with her paperwork, as she gently tucked the pillow under Shizune's head she made sure not to wake her and threw the blanket over the smaller women so she was completely covered save for her face. The older women's eyes gazed down at the sleeping women's face and contemplated how peaceful and pretty she looked, an old pain in Tsunades heart started to throb and she turned away with a soft smile crossing her lips. As she retook her seat at the desk she downed the rest of the whiskey and glancing one last time at the reports flicked the lamp off and laid her head in her arms, as she drifted into the welcoming arms of sleep she thought of one thing.

'I fucking hate demons'

The Hidden Villages was the codename for Japanese secret society of demons hunters, they had existed in one form or another since written history had been formed. The Ancient Egyptians, Romans, Greek to the British Empire and modern day America every nation had their own version and though they were never publicly spoken of they kept the world safe from the things that dwelt beyond the known world. The creatures more commonly named demons that slipped into our world through what scientist called creaks in the fabric of existence were hideous twisted creatures that only the most haunted of minds could accurately describe, most seemed to incorporate the shapes of animals and men but hideously twisted and deformed to be abomination of existence. When one of these creatures managed to slip through the 'creaks' within the territory of Japan the Hidden Villages would deal with it and sometime when their need was great other nations demon hunters would request help from them though this was rare, the last time had been during the First World War when the British Blackwatchers called on all nations to help when the Killing Field of the Somme opened a creak large enough for an a great number of large and destructive demons opened. Many brave souls were lost and since that day the demon hunters of the world had slowly drifted apart, once unified as the secret protectors of the world they now served as the modern worlds governments tools when the unexplained needed to be dealt with, Europe's demons hunters had for the passed forty years been locked in a Cold war as the German Ahnenerbe Soceity and the French Priory of Sion were constantly at oods.

Tsuande was the Hokage, she was the leader of the Village Hidden in the Leaf a name stemming from the fact that Konoha the small town was inside a green valley surrounded by a sea of trees. Nearly everyone in the town was a demon hunter or knew of them and served in some form or another, the school and university served not only to educate the children but also watch out for anyone who showed signs of been gifted. Once people would have called them witched or monsters a few lesser minded people called the mutants and the truly rude called them freaks but here it was the norm to be gifted, those who didn't show signs kept Konoha's masquerade up as been small quirt town where nothing interesting happens. Few tourists ever ventured to Konoha and their was nothing interesting to see but deep under the crust of the earth an entirely other Konoha existed where men and woman were trained to fight demons.

It was also here that Naruto called home.

TBC

Fenribane - I already know what your thinking. Where's Sasuke? Don't worry I'm sure he'll turn up in the next chapter. Oh an feel free to point out every grammar mistake you like I just love reading those messages and ignoring them out of spite, hope you enjoyed it.