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Demon Isle chapter 1Apologies for the wait. I have been busy with other stuff and just got back to this.
Not sure if its worth the wait, but I tried regardless.
Anyway on to the story.
Chapter 1- A windy day in Konohagakure
Uzumaki Naruto woke up surprisingly early. For a moment he wondered why he was waking up in the first place, he usually waited a few more hours before rousing himself. Then he remembered that hed heard something break in the other room.
He got out of bed and walked into the other room groggily. It took him a few minutes to before he noticed the issue. A jug he used to hold a flower Sakura had given him to try to make his home more presentable had been knocked to the floor and had shattered. The soil contained within had scattered in a short radius around the remains of the jug. The window it sat next to had been blown open by the wind, presumably knocking the jug from its spot in the process
Huh. The wind isnt usually this strong in Konoha. He thought to h
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It was alone.
It was ALWAYS alone. It had known nothing else for most of its long existence. Occasionally others would come to its home, but it never lasted. The time was always brief and always ended the same way. They would always be gone.
They would always die.
It was it's fault, it supposed. It did kill them after all.
It stood upon the hill at the epicenter of it's home, an Isle in the middle of a dead sea. An Isle neither here nor there, but somewhere in between. It looked over the island, devoid of any other life but for the shrubs, and knew that this place would be where it died. If it could. It hadn't quite figured that out yet.
All it was sure of was that if it did die, it would be forgotten, not even a memory. There was nothing that would even suggested it existed at all.
That was something it was about to change.
It's eyes narrowed and it peered further into the isle. Through the isle. It saw through
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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