Quote:Okay, point ... still, nowhere in there is it as downright zany as it ought to be. So, point on it having been done. No point on it having been done _well_.
Naruto: Hour of Darkness
I mean, Kyuubi ... a vassal? Er. No. Just no. Also ... why in the name of all that's unholy does the author insist on basing this thing around Konoha still? It's just so ... vanilla. And boring. I want to see Naruto infect the Netherworld with ramen-mania, damit! Among other things.
Sooo ... demon? Hmm. Reminds me of something I played recently.
Leaves swirl in the wind, floating past a silent skyline. Konohagakure sleeps, lulled into that peaceful slumber by the gentle moonlight.
"You've heard of it, haven't you? The legend of Kyuubi?"
The explosions come first, ripping asunder the outer wall - huge as it is - in multiple points.
Strange shapes swarm through the gaps.
The shinobi react, and manage the stem the flow of these ... demons ... but it is too little ...
... too late.
"When I was young, the Sandaime would tell me stories about it."
The skies turn from mindnight blue to a red so dark it may as well be black.
Shinobi throw themselves and their jutsu against the inhuman wave, but one after one they're swept aside, or worse, inside ...
The attack is halted as a giant toad drops into the midst of the demons, and a flash of yellow darts to and fro, actually managing to drive off or cut down opponents in tens, dozens ...
"Thirteen years ago, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of ... well, nobody really knows."
A blond man in tattered robes lies in the street, fire raging all around him and the hint of something looming in the air. He's bleeding from numerous wounds, one empty eyesocket, and where one leg used to be ... but his hands are blurring as they contort into seal after seal.
A shape comes into focus above, no more than heat haze initially, but become more and more solid by the instant.
"Was it the battle lust? Was it some form of compassion that even a black heart could feel? Nobody knows."
With the last of his strength, the Yondaime Hokage speaks ...
"Please ... I give you my soul as tithe. Please, save those I'd sworn to protect."
... before his body is consumed by a blaze.
"He fought to defend us, and finally shut the portal to the demonic realm and sealed the evil entity off from our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power would also be trapped on the other side."
A giant form rages through the darkness, fire and wind at its beck and call, tearing through any and all that would stand against it.
Nine tails lash at the crimson-black sky, fangs tear, claws cut, despite the scores of flaring lines that criscross burnt umber and scarlet kitsune fur.
The kitsune is momentarily still, landing in the midst of a cleared section of the village that's being kept thus by some of the surviving shinobi.
The tails, as well as its claws, start to draw designs in the hardened ground using its own blood.
Night becomes day, noise stillness, and for a blacklighted instant the demons feel horror.
A vortex of power cracks open the ground, drawing all the darkness into it ...
"Unless, that is, he could find a way around that."
A tremendous discharge of chakra.
A pillar of flame.
"He did."
A not-quite-human little boy sleeping in the center of where the vortex used to be, naked on the charred and blackened ground.
"I never believed it. I thought it was just a child's fairy tale. But I discover that the so-called legend wasn't a myth at all. Kyuubi existed."
The back of a black vest, casually slung over one shoulder of a blond boy, flashing a crimson fan of nine flame tails in the morning light.
"How do I know? Well... I met him."
Deep forest.
A kunoichi shaking her head in denial as a maliciously grinning long haired man comes closer, perched atop a giant serpent.
"He saved my life."
A blond youth, looking for all the world like a young Yondaime, flashing between the purple-haired kunoichi and the long-haired snake summoner.
Motion, quicker than the eye can see, and blood splashing over forest underbrush.
"My name is Mitarashi Anko, Konohagakure kunoichi. And I always repay my debts."
Kitsune May Cry, anyone?
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm