So yeah, my brain has come up with something new and twisted.

This story came to be because I've been reading a lot of femNaruto stories lately where she unfortunately ends up pregnant with Mizuki's child, and said child turns out to be a blue eyed sweetheart.

Let me tell you, this will not be so sweet. Beware the random OC and OOCness.

I don't own Naruto.

Sarutobi Hiruzen stared at the boy he loved like his own grandson.

The boy he hadn't seen for almost an entire year. Eleven months and fourteen days to be exact.

He was still somewhat small for someone his age, but he had quite obviously grown over the last few months. He was ten now, bordering on average height for someone that age, and his hair was shaggier than the old man remembered.

The boy also wasn't dressed brightly like the old man had come to expect of him.

He wore a simple long sleeved mesh shirt and black shinobi pants. But that was not what had the Kage sitting at the very edge of his seat, using all of his strength not to lunge at the boy and demand what was going on. What alarmed the Hokage, was the fact that the boy looked one short step from tumbling off the edge of his sanity

"Yes?" Hiruzen said deliberately. "What is it Naruto?"

The boy's piercing blue eyes sliced into Hiruzen's face, analyzing with the intellect of a natural born predator.

"I… I can show you where she hid them." Naruto finally spoke, his voice a rasp, as if he had screamed himself hoarse mere minutes before he arrived.

"Naruto," Hiruzen said slowly, rising to his feet. "Where have you been?"

The blonde's eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, away from the old man's desk.

"She took me." He growled. "She took me and those kids. I know you were looking for them. They're just little babies. Someone has to miss them."

The Hokage felt dread festering in his stomach, expanding, threatening to poison his judgment like some sort of disease. Without really realizing, the Hokage moved closer to the blonde youth.

"Naruto, are you referring to the children that have been disappearing over the years shortly after birth?"

"She told me everything." Naruto muttered, reaching up with a trembling hand to clutch at his hair. "She said she just wanted a baby, but she was too scared to have her own. So she took someone else's."

Sarutobi felt his blood chill in his veins.

"She said she loved them too much. That's why they went to sleep. She loves them so hard, that when they fall asleep they don't wake back up." Naruto's eyes glazed over, and his hand fell limply to his side. "That's why she had to take more, because when one of them went to sleep she got lonely, and needed a new one."

Standing right before Naruto, Sarutobi placed both hands on the boy's shoulders, forcing himself not to grimace as he felt the boy's subtle tremors traveling from his palms and up his arms.

"Naruto, what happened to you?" The Hokage asked firmly. "If you are talking about who I think you are, then they would have simply taken an infant from the hospital's nursery. They have been doing so under everyone's noses for the past two years."

"She said she loved me."

Sarutobi's gray brows furrowed in confusion. "Loved you?" He echoed. "You mean the same way that she 'loved' the babies?"

"No."

Naruto's tremors transformed into violent shuddering.

"Not...not the same." He pulled away from the Hokage's hands, instead, he wrapped his arms around himself. "She said when she first saw me, that she knew we were the same. She knew that like her, I was unwanted. She said their hatred is what made her want me."

The dread in Sarutobi's stomach began to make him feel slightly faint, but he was a battle hardened warrior, so he reeled it back, and he forced himself to plow forward.

"Want you?" He inquired, keen mind already knowing what the boy's shaky words had implied, yet hoping to Kami he was wrong.

"She said when she knew we were both unwanted, she wasn't afraid anymore, and that her love for me would give her her own baby."

Sarutobi's stomach dropped into his knees.

"S-she... she p-pulled out something. I dunno... kinda like a needle, but weirder... A-and she m-made me watch." Naruto stuttered, knees quaking visibly. "She took it o-out of my… m-my…"

Sarutobi swallowed his bile when the shuddering boy's eyes dropped low, hinting at exactly what the woman had taken out of Naruto.

The old man could tell that whoever had kidnapped Naruto hadn't actually touched him that way. Instead, they had taken something from the little boy. They'd taken that something to impregnate themselves.

Only someone trained in the medical arts could achieve such a feat.

'Perhaps hospital personnel?' Sarutobi thought, eyes hardening. 'But I've already had that place searched from top to bottom on multiple occasions searching for someone with a motive to take infants. Many of the nurses are barren, but they've simply adopted children, and are model citizens to boot.'

No.

'This woman is not barren.' The Hokage thought, lips pursing grimly. 'She impregnated herself by extracting Naruto's DNA. But to have evaded my forces for two entire years and to get away with kidnapping a Jinchuuriki successfully, this individual has to have shinobi training. There is no other explanation for the fact that she could keep Naruto's presence hidden from my sensory nin.'

"Naruto, she had the baby didn't she."

The shaking boy looked up. His gaze was chilling in its blankness. Naruto stared into Sarutobi's eyes for a long moment, and then he nodded slowly.

'Oh Kami.' The Hokage thought. 'What in the name of the Nidaime am I going to do with a newborn child? A Jinchuuriki's newborn child?'

"B-but… it's dead." Naruto said, alarming the Hokage when his haunted blue eyes welled heavily with tears. "The baby was born dead. She was really sad, laying around a lot after that. It took me a long time to have enough in me to run away. When I got outside, I came straight to you."

The Hokage watched as the boy stood up, visibly trying to calm down, and he did well, quelling his shaking immensely.

"She's probably still there." Naruto said quietly. "She doesn't move around much these days, so I can take you to where she's at, and you can finally give all those babies real graves."

The Hokage had sent Naruto on his way after he brought the old man and a squad of elite ANBU to the location of his kidnapper. Iruka had taken the responsibility of keeping up the boy's apartment, determined to have a nice clean place ready for the boy when he finally came home.

Hiruzen knew he would have to get someone to help Naruto, because frankly a two year old could see the boy was unstable.

But at the moment, the Hokage's sole attention was on the horrific sight that lied in the basement of a run down apartment building. An apartment building owned by someone that he honestly should have investigated.

Hitori Hyuuga.

A 35 year old woman who's byakugan had been sealed before she had been banned from her clan's compound. She was one of the Hyuga's greatest shames, quite literally a prostitute. Hitori had become horrendously promiscuous, using her seductress skills to pull in money after she gained an injury that destroyed her ninja career. She had also become obsessed with getting a child when she realized her family had forsaken her, and seduced anyone who would fall to her charms. Though, she had tokophobia. Fear of childbirth. This is what stood between her and having her own child.

Hitori's spine had been severely damaged, giving her a permanent limp. Her weakened body is what made her fear childbirth.

Before the Hyuuga woman had fallen so far, she'd been a Chunin, close to becoming a Jounin.

Hitori had also been a medical and fuuinjutsu specialist, as well as one of Anko Mitarashi's old Genin teammates, even though she was noticeably older than the other Genin. In other words, Orochimaru's disciple.

'A fuuinjutsu specialist.' Sarutobi thought grimly, stepping into the dark room that was the current source of his stress. 'Of course no sensor could find Naruto. He was always behind a barrier that hid him.'

Sarutobi looked into the basement room that was some ghastly parody of a nursery.

Cribs with chipping white paint were lined up on either side of the room from wall to wall, little humanoid lumps covered up with dust covered sheets lying within.

There was a bed between the isles created by the cribs, positioned across from the door in the room, and Hiruzen could clearly see the chains connected to the stone walls above its headboard. The old Kage could also sense traces of Naruto's chakra in that particular area, as if the blonde had been so stressed, that he couldn't help discharging chakra. The boy had been so terrified, that his chakra signature was permanently ingrained into the room.

Hiruzen could feel the despair weighing down the remnants of that chakra.

'Minato… Kushina… what have I allowed to happen to your boy?' Hiruzen thought, despaired.

"It reeks." One of his agents noted.

"Yes," Hiruzen agreed, quite familiar with the smell.

The stench in the air... Was the egregious odor of human decomposition.

Death.

"My god…" Another ANBU breathed. "She… she kept the boy chained up in a room full of dead children."

Hiruzen squeezed his eyes shut, and took in a silent deep breath.

He hardened his heart, and straightened his shoulders.

"Summon Ibiki and Anko to start cleaning this up." The Hokage ordered. "Bring Kakashi as well. Hitori is not here, and we are going to find her."

"Hai, Hokage-sama."

Naruto stepped into his apartment.

It was as clean as he could remember when he first arrived instead of going straight to the Hokage's office when he escaped like he'd told the old man.

He knew Iruka-sensei was the one who'd been taking care of his place while he was gone, because the scarred Chunin was the one who had always cleaned it in the first place, always nagging Naruto to stop being such a slob as he went about dusting things, and scrubbing down ramen broth stains.

The blonde quietly closed the door behind him and locked it, taking a deep whiff of his apartment's air.

His pupils dilated in terror when the scent of antiseptic and lilies coiled into his nostrils.

The boy rushed to the back of his home, pulling out the cook knife he had hidden in the back of his pants and under his shirt. He'd taken it out of the set that Iruka always left at his house for when he came over to make him food, and he'd hid it on himself before he left to see the Hokage.

The boy threw open the door to his bedroom, freezing in the doorway at the sight that lay before him.

Pale skin, long dark green hair, and pupiless lilac eyes.

But that was not what was ceasing the blood flow to his brain.

It was the fact that the tall, well endowed woman was holding and infant child.

The child was smothered between her breasts, squirming feebly to breathe, wails muffled by the woman's flesh.

"Darling~" The woman cooed, looking up at his appearance, glossy crimson lips curling into a sweet smile that repulsed the young boy. "Welcome home Naru-chan. Look at you, lying our beautiful little boy on such a soft bed. Such a good Daddy you are."

"Let him go!" Naruto shrieked stepping into the room. "Look what you're doing! You're going to kill him! You always fucking kill them!"

Hitori's eyes widened as she pulled the screaming child away from her bosom. The infant's wails were more audible now, his little face beet red, eyes squeezed shut, little sunshine tufts of hair in utter disarray, matted from the neglect of his birth giver.

"Naru-chan," Hitori said slowly. "Darling why are you so angry with me? He was crying, so I was trying to comfort him."

"He's a baby!" Naruto bellowed, face flushing with rage. "Don't you get that you need to be gentle with them? You can't hug them so hard that they can't breathe, or that their bones break!"

Naruto's voice cracked on the word 'break', vividly remembering a brown haired child Hitori had taken that the woman had literally crushed to death in her arms. And another, that the woman had killed in a fit of rage, throwing the baby across the room when it wouldn't stop crying. Upon further inspection on Naruto's part, the boy had found that the baby had been suffering from a diaper rash, and had Hitori owned a single genuine caring bone in her body, she could have remedied the child's irritation with a bit of care.

"Naru darling, don't be angry with me." Hitori crooned. "I love our baby, I do. I was just so happy to see him, you know? After his sister, I just.. I couldn't look at him for a while."

"Love him?" Naruto growled. "How much do you love him when you haven't even named him? How much when you ignored him crying while you laid around because his sister was born dead?"

Hitori's dark brows furrowed in confusion, and she carefully set the now whimpering baby onto the bed beside her, sitting up straighter.

"Naru-chan, why are you so angry with me?" The woman asked, red painted lips puckering into a revolting pout. "I'm sorry for making you angry darling. I'll do better, I promise. I didn't mean to ignore our baby. I was just so sad when his younger sister was stillborn. I was looking forward to having twins."

Naruto's head dropped, shoulders slumping under an invisible burden. The boy's shaggy bangs cast his eyes in a shadow, and his lips turned down at the corners.

"Why… why am I angry?" Naruto asked quietly, form subtly trembling. "You're sorry?"

"Naru-chan...?" Hitori asked carefully.

"You should've stayed away." Naruto muttered. "You should've let me run away, and died down there with all of the babies you killed."

Hitori's breath hitched.

"Naru-chan don't say such horrible things." The Hyuuga chided. "You don't mean that. You love me, right? We're the same, remember? Nobody wants us, because you're the Kyuubi's jail and I made some mistakes. That's why we have to love each other and be there for each other."

The little boy was unfazed by the mention of Kyuubi. The woman had told him from the beginning why he was unwanted. Why she would love him in the stead of everyone that hated him.

But she was repulsive. Naruto could not love someone lacking so much humanity.

"You wanted a baby so bad but you're not even talking about the one you forced me to give you!" He burst out, looking up.

That's when Hitori found Naruto was shaking from the force of his outrage. His cerulean eyes had shifted to livid pools of red, glowing with an ancient sort of rage that could no longer be patient.

"That's my baby." Naruto growled. "He's mine. I won't let you kill him too."

Hitori's eyes widened, dropping to the knife she hadn't realized the boy was holding.

"Naru-"

"He's mine."

Odious orange chakra began spilling from the blonde's quaking form in thick eroding waves.

Succumb to me…

Naruto took a step into the room.

Succumb to hatred…

Naruto's eyes flashed as he tore across the room, lips pulled back into a snarl, whisker marks rugged and feral.

Hitori was too slow.

She screamed when the knife sunk into her collar bone.

Naruto felt nothing.

No disgust. No regret. No hesitation. Just absolute rage.

He took a back seat to the wrath that the woman caused to fester in him. He stood back, watching his body plunge the blade into her flesh over and over and over again.

Crimson ribbons spurted from the wounds the outraged puppet inflicted upon the Hyuuga woman. Her hands were covered in slash marks and puncture wounds where she had tried to defend herself, but eventually they were unrecognizable, lumps of shredded flesh hanging weakly from milky bones. Her arms flopped to her sides uselessly, and she gurgled, only for the boy to sink the knife into her throat, silencing her.

She stared at him blankly.

It just made him more angry.

He twisted the knife in her jugular, and dragged it from between her bloodied flesh, between the bones of her windpipe, and he rose the blade above his head, plunging it down into her left eye.

The resulting squelch was calming.

He retrieved the knife, slippery in his coppery coated hands, and destroyed her other eye. And then, he shoved his blade into her face one last time.

He sat back, straddling the woman's stomach, and looked down at her.

The overwhelming fury began to evaporate, orange chakra seeping back into his pores, hiding beneath his skin.

The puppet, the instrument of rage became a blonde boy once again.

Naruto looked at Hitori Hyuuga.

He looked at the sunken holes of her eyes, rimmed with shreds of lilac irises, streams of red pouring out of the twin trenches. He looked at the way her nose was entirely crooked, hanging down her face, her visible cheekbones, the way her remaining muscles and tendons clung to her face like fillets of meat wrapped around a pig.

He looked at her mouth, how her lips were entirely ripped away, leaving her bloodied teeth bare, gaping open in an everlasting scream.

He wanted to panic.

He wanted to feel disgusted with himself at the show of brutality that he just discovered himself capable of.

He wanted to feel remorse.

But his baby suddenly released a piercing wail, and he looked to his left. Leaving his knife lodged into the center of Hitori's forehead, Naruto extracted himself from the woman's corpse, shuffling on his knees over to the screaming blonde baby.

"Shhh." Naruto cooed shakily, picking up the infant dressed in a red onesie. "Shhh baby, don't cry."

The boy held the baby close to his heart, as gently as he could without dropping him. He stroked his baby's face, smearing blood across one of the child's whiskered cheeks. They were just like Naruto's, but there were only two on each cheek.

"Shhh." Naruto begged again, voice cracking. "Please don't cry anymore. She can't hurt you. Nobody's ever gonna hurt you."

'I won't let them. To protect you... I'll kill them.'

As if sensing the desperation the boy felt, the child stopped crying, instead he whimpered, slowly calming, pinched expression relaxing. The baby's eyes slowly opened, revealing two pools of teary electric blue.

Naruto's lips trembled when the baby gave him a gummy smile, reaching up a tiny hand for his face.

Naruto chuckled softly, lifting a single finger before his boy's face. The baby latched onto it immediately, wrapping his tiny hand around his father's blood slicked digit.

The blonde remembered Hitori neglecting to change the baby. He had watched her do it with the other children enough times before she did something to kill them to know how. So, when Hitori had fallen into depression about his boy's twin, even neglecting to chain Naruto up like she usually would, he was the one taking care of the baby. He knew everything about his baby. His boy had a birthmark on his left butt cheek, shaped like a lightning bolt.

Naruto grinned, tears pouring out of his eyes, salty trails creating a path through the coppery splatter across his face.

"Bolt." Naruto laughed. "Your name is pretty cool, ne?"

The baby giggled, cooing at his father.

"I will be your Mommy and Daddy, Boruto." Naruto promised. "I will be your everything, and I will never let you learn the meaning of hatred."

Naruto dipped his head, pressing a trembling kiss on his baby's forehead.

'I will love you so much you won't need anyone else.'

"I promise."

Happy Halloween and terror to all.