The rain falls continuously in the little village, The inn where Kenji was resting was quiet, the silence of the night broken only by coughs and moans or muffled cries. The immortal Shinobi keeps suffering and having nightmares in his sleep, his body burning hot like it was melting down due to the high fever now reaching 116,6 F (47 degrees).
The window creaks open slowly, letting some rain fall inside. The wind makes the curtain flutter and the lightning outside lights up the silhouette of three men.
They step inside, dripping down wet, slowly... Menacingly surrounding Kenji's futon. The shinobi stays asleep, too pained and suffering to wake up or realize danger arrived.
One of the three men with a calm tone says to the others
"Is this seriously what the leader wants? To me he just looks half dead"
-"Don't ask yourself... If it's true that he's immortal then he'll bite even when wounded."
Another one scolds the first. Crouching down he analyzes Kenji up close. The young man was panting under the blanket that was up to his chin, straining to keep alive... helped only by immortality. Even breathing felt excruciating, the heat denatured proteins and destroyed cells, causing the heart to defibrillate due to damaged tissue. Moving a muscle was impossible due to low energy, and in just one week Kenji had lost a lot of weight. The three subjects had noticed this.
One of the hands of the taller man crouched, goes to pull down the blanket revealing Kenji's skinnier body. The man passes his fingers on Kenji's chest, feeling the heat, the unsteady rhythm of his heart and breaths and unfortunately even the ribs too... Then he touches the shinobi's forehead, taking it back a second after and frowning.
"he's burning hot... Tch... Someone of his caliber unable to take care of himself"
The third man crosses his arms and smiles.
"Better like this... Let's bring him to the hideout"
The taller one of the three bends down, fixing Kenji's body to lift up, wrapped under the blanket. He hooks one arm under Kenji's torso and the other under his knees, bringing him up and over his back. Kenji slumps on the back of the ninja that was carrying him, letting out a pained sigh from the strain and movements.
The ninja stops a moment feeling on his back the shivering body and quiet sobs caused by the excruciating pain. He frowns, looking back at the other two with a stern cold glare.
"He's going to need treatment as soon as we arrive. Or we won't even be able to interrogate him or make his head clear"
The other two nod quietly adjusting their robes and standing up, ready to leave the inn.
The man carrying Kenji jumps down the window, swiftly passing from one roof to another. The other two colleagues comment between themselves.
"But he has a nice face... I can already imagine him in my head collection"
-"don't joke. You can't take his head off. You heard that he restores it. Haha even better than Kakuzu's body without needing stitches!"
The man carrying Kenji turns towards his two companions and scowls, giving them a warning glare. He's none other than Kakuzu, a member of the Akatsuki.
The other two seeing the face of their colleague quiets down and grumbles something in annoyance.
Their trip isn't long since the main rain village was close by. Kenji still passed out and trembled behind Kakuzu's back, rain pouring down his drenched blanket.
One of the structures was built so that the access routes were well controlled and, above all, hidden. A statue of an angel with paper wings stood in front. The three men enter silently and carry Kenji into a room full of people dressed in the same black robe. Rain Ninjas all scattered, discussing and arguing. As they enter everyone quiets down, at the head of the table is the leader... A Red haired boy with purple rinnegans that couldn't have more than Kenji's years. At his right there was a young woman the same age, purple strands and kinder eyes.
"Pain... We got the immortal"
One of the three ninjas says triumphantly with a big grin ear to ear, pointing at the boy asleep behind Kakuzu.
Pain, better known in the organization as Nagato, rises from his seat and walks over the three of them, now four. His eyes narrow as he perceives the chakra still present in Kenji's body. His voice, calm, serious, like he had all the time in the world.
"He's the one we have been informed about... Bring him to the table."
-"He is in a terrible state... How could this happen?"
A kinder voice speaks from behind Nagato, Konan steps forwards and watching Kenji's face pressed against Kakuzu's shoulder, dripping wet. It feels like his body is screaming "I'm falling apart" but didn't thanks to immortality.
Nagato shakes his head and gestures Kakuzu to place Kenji on the table. So he does, laying the shinobi down, the drenched clothes and blanket drips down from the table.
"Where's the medic? We need to wake him up by tomorrow morning."
A ninja between the group steps forwards with the medical bag, he has an unkind face but attentive gaze. Checking Kenji's conditions he sighs and shakes his head.
"I need more time... If his body rejects the treatment I give him, I think it will take more than a week to get him conscious and functioning. "
-"Do everything you can"
Nagato answers without rush, he walks over his chair and sits down crossing his fingers underneath his pierched chin.
Kona standing nearby fidget with her sleeves watching Kenji's body lying on the table and being treated. Antibiotics, electric shocks to defibrillate the heart, artificial respiration using medical techniques... They try everything. Kenji's body is still a mess but at least the painkillers and healing Justus managed to ease his pains, leaving him in a state of total quietness and stillness.
A day passes, during the late night Kenji opens his eyes briefly exiting from the coma. He's confused, still half conscious and unable to speak. His fingers twitch slightly, gripping on the side of his shirt. Tubes and blankets wrapped around his body to stabilize the temperature.
The medic notices Kenji opening his eyes and gasping out he begins alerting the other members.
"he's awake!"
-"Move aside! I want to see!"
--"No! I took him here with Kakuzu"
While the men argues to enter the room, Pain pushes everyone away and scolds them with a glare. Then steps inside, Konan following close behind. Then Kakuzu that pushes by the collar another member to get inside first.
Kenji doesn't move an inch but as he looks up he sees the blurred figures of those ninjas surrounding him.
"wh..-"
He tries to speak but realizes he is in no state to do so, his throat sore and hoarse from not having used it for a long time.
"Don't speak... You just woke up from the dead"
Kenji quiets down, trying to focus and see who's he speaking to. He doesn't recognizes the faces of these people, neither he knew what happened or how he ended up being there.
Nagato speaks up, looming besides Kenji's form lied on the hard table. His purple rinnegans are almost hypnotic for Kenji.
"I... Am Pain. This is the Akatsuki and you're going to be part of it..."
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Well well well.... I'm back!
I'm fickle, I know... Forgive me and be patient. But my life is full of unexpected events and commitments, so I have less time to write and gather my thoughts.
I hope you enjoyed Kenji's return from the world of the sick. Hehe.... Who knows what happened to the ANBU? And most importantly what will happen now that Kenji is with the Akatsuki organization?
Have questions, ask them in the comments... :3
The creator out.
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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑜𝑛 - Naruto world (Kenji's story/Amaterasu)
Fanfiction✨🌞A little ninja becomes immortal thanks to a god. Cute sweet scenes mixed with the most cruels ones the creator have in mind. It is the story of Kenji who was born in the era of Hashirama Senju and then became a hunted man and an old rogue shinobi...
