What if Naruto got harem with Tsunade Mikoto and kushina/Part 1

Hello guys, this is your friend and we are back with a new fanfic which is what if Narut got haram with sununade Makoto and Kasha part one. And if you enjoy this fanfic then please press the like button and subscribe to my channel for more fanfic like this. And now let's start the fanfic. Uzzuaki Namakazi Narut opened sleepged eyes and promptly snapped them back shut. Hanging before him, against the endless white, was a creature straight out of nightmare. Its golden black eyes framed by a wave of white tresses bleached of all color, deathly white, from which two horns of crersome peaked. Palad propellish emaciated skin, ribs exposed beneath the robe, a dagger clenched firmly between its jagged teeth, its lips pulled back in a ghastly grin. He wanted to deny it, to refute its existence, but there could be no mistaking it. Shinagami, do not close your eyes. Unbidden, the last Uzumaki watched his lids snap open, forcing him to regard the imposing apparition once more. A cold chill shot down his spine at the sight of the spectre looming before him, one he quickly quelled. "If he was going to hell, then he'd at least face his afterlife with dignity." "Oh, it's you. Rise!" the Reaper inoned. Nar grunted, propping himself up on his elbows. So, he really was dead then. Funny, he'd always thought death would have hurt more. Not that his death had been painless, mind you. Using the Sha Fujin to seal away Ma's soul had been anything but painless. He'd known there would be pain, that even should he succeed, nothing but hell awaited him in the afterlife. He'd known this from the beginning. It was a tenuous, desperate last reszo. And although he'd failed to seal Obido in the bargain, he still considered it a victory. Honestly, it was still something of a miracle he'd even managed to get his hands on one of them at all, with the Jabi flinging menacing balls in nearly every direction. He considered himself lucky to have accomplished half of his mission at all. Even with an undead immortal body, nothing could have protected his immortal soul from being plucked from said body and sealed away. Granted, he'd lost an arm and a leg in the process, but a win was a win in his book. Uzzuaki Nar had left the world of the living knowing that while he may have failed to preserve the lives of his friends and family, he'd managed to take the man responsible for their deaths with him in the end. He could take some small solace in that fact at the very least. He was sorrowed to have lost so many with nothing to bring them back. If I could do it over again, the world as you know it is coming to an end. Mortal. The reaper droned on, dragging out each syllable with the deep double tambber befitting of an entity of its stature. You may have sealed the one known as Uchuchi Matera, but his legacy lives on. Already there is an imbalance in the souls I have come to collect. Yours is among them. You think I don't know that? Nar allowed a single tear to slip from his eye to plink back into the white into oblivion. We failed. I failed. The war is over. We lost because they had failed. The shinobi alliance had been all but decimated. All but the rakage were dead. Matera might be gone, but Obito had likely gained possession of the remaining Buju by now, his own included. His only regret was that he hadn't been able to try and drag Obito with him to hell. That man deserved to burn in the ninth circle for the crimes he'd committed in the name of his so-called peace. Not that there was anything more to be done about it. If I had another chance, even with Kurama's power, he wouldn't have been able to stand up to three Uchiha at once by himself. His one regret was that despite his best efforts to make it otherwise, his final sight before death had been that of Uchiah Obido, the last sound that of his determined growl that the Moonsai plan would come to fruition, no matter what he Naro did, that he'd at most delayed peace by preventing the world from being cast under an infinite, endless genjutsu. and Konaha. Dot dot dot. Konaha was gone. What more did the Reaper want from him? Unacceptable. Oh. Nar creaked open a broken iris regarding the spectre of death with blank indifference. What does it matter if it's acceptable or not? They won. We lost. There's nothing I can do to change it now. So just let me croak already. Besides, it's not like I've got anything left to live for. Kakashi Sensei, Sakura Chan, Ba Chan, Nei, Hinata, Shikamaru, they're all dead. I already know I won't be joining them. You might as well devour it now. My soul, that is. The Shinagami stared at him for a long moment, as though weighing its decision. If it was going to eat him, he just wanted it to be over with already. But the Shinogami did not devour him. Instead, its gaze became aloof and distant as though it were peering at something many leagues in the distance. There is an imbalance. The reaper repeated, "I cannot allow this to stand." Inwardly, Narut bit back a groan. He had a bad feeling about this. Can't allow what to stand. The shinagami rounded on him with a hiss of breath. The uchiha's jenjutsu was its growling reply as it spun away from him. With so many under its spell, humanity no longer fears death, nor are there any souls left for me to reap. Unacceptable. This transgression cannot shall not go unpunished. White robes whistled soundlessly as it wheeled around to face him again. Golden eyes ablaze. Mortal, what are you thinking in this instant? Hey, your thoughts? The Reaper repeated. I was thinking of Nar bristled, the rest of his sentence left unspoken. He'd been contemplating what he'd done wrong. What he could have corrected if he had a second chance, a fresh start, a second chance. At first, the reaper didn't seem to register its words, its unholy eyes shrinking to mere pin pricks of brilliance. Suddenly, and without warning, it reached a clawed hand up to its hair and yanked down. Hard, Nar didn't have a chance to protest. He could only gag as his soul flowed from Reaper's mouth and into his own, pouring life back into his body. Sensation flooded his limbs as life returned to them, enabling his body to move properly as he wished. This one would ask a boon of you, mortal. Undo what has been done. Hey, I shall return to you the yin chakra of your tenant, bequeathd to me by your father. It decided after a moment's consideration, "Be thankful." Before Narut could protest, the Shinagami removed the knife from its mouth and without warning plunged it to the hilt in its stomach. Gore squirted out of the wound, wrenching Naruto's stomach from within, though the wound was not his own. "What the hell are you doing?" He gpped as the Shinagami dragged out a milky white substance from its stomach that looked sinly like dot. Was that a soul? Without a word, the reaper drapped its essence across his prone form, suffusing his body in a warm glow from his head to his toes. He struggled to his feet, goping as the ninetailes chakra flared about his body, only to vanish an instant later. He could feel the power of his tenant rushing through his veins. The only absence was its consciousness. There, the shinagami took the knife between its teeth once more. Your chakra is restored to you. Use it well and wisely. I don't want it. Oh, like an iron trap, the Shinagami's gaze locked onto the shinobi's own. The sheer intensity of its stare, the sudden ice in its expression, was enough to silence the blonde. Nothing moved, nothing at all. And then it spoke, voice black as pitch, eyes cold as the coldest winter. Your soul is already in my domain, mortal. The shinagami rumbled. It is now mine to do with as I please. You have no say in the matter. Regarding that, you will require more than just the chakra of your tenant to succeed in your mission. Much more. Nar felt his stomach twist in disgust and revulsion as the Reaper plunged a long-fingered hand deep into the gaping wound in its stomach, driving its arm to the elbow as it sought something within its inards. Nar looked away, unable to bear such a sight. Rather, he tried. Something in those golden black orbs riveted him, forcing him to look on as the Shinagami finally found what it sought. Abruptly, it stilled, its cold eyes locking upon Nar. Prepare yourself. Prepare myself for wh a a r. Nar cried out in pain and surprise as the scalding liquid struck his eyes, searing itself into his retina. He doubled over in utter agony. It felt like someone had plunged burning brand into both his eyes. They burned. Oh dear Cammy, did they burn? You. What the hell did you just do? He glowered at the shinagami. Or at least what he thought was the shinagami. Everything was so blurry he could barely make out coherent shapes. The reaper laughed. It was a deep throaty sound. Behold yourself and the blessing I have given you, Uzzuaki. Nar. It paused, contemplating. Or perhaps I should call you, Uchiah. Nar, the Reaper beckoned, indicating the reflective surface that served as the ground at their feet. Nar followed its direction and bocked alarmed to find a stranger staring back at him. His blue eyes were gone darkened to almost charcoal, his hair having faded to black as well. His skin was a tad paler than he remembered it being, having lost most of the luster it had gained over the years. It was still his face, whiskers and all, but even as he looked on those faded, diminished in the wake of this strange transformation. He scarcely recognized himself. His visage was still his own somehow, only not. Thankfully, the voice that emerged was still his own. If that had changed, he would have lost his mind. W what have you done? The shinogami offered a richus of a grin. Consider it proof of my trust in you. I look like a Inguuchiha. That was my intent. The godlike entity replied, "Your existence as Uzuaki Nar will pose a hindrance to the task I have assigned you. Thus, you are a chiha." "Oi." Nar hissed out in a fierce whisper. "Cut the crap! I don't give two shi I I I ts if you're the reaper or not. Don't go changing people's faces without asking. Yo, I don't want this. And I sure as in hell don't want these damned eyes. Moa's eyes. Now change me back right now. Or or the reaper met his eye with a flat stare and licked its lips. If you'd rather I consume your soul here and now, then by all means, I shall do so. Nar blanched, his resolve wilting in the face of this threat. While it was true he'd accepted his demise, he wasn't all that eager to enter into the belly of the beast. If there was something anything he could do to write the wrongs made by Moa and his twisted ideals, he should jump at the chance, right? But he was tired, oh so very tired, tired of fighting. And if the Shinagami really was about to return him to the land of the living, it would be his one chance, his only chance, a chance to make things right. A chan from the land of the dead. You will act in mystead. The apparition continued on unheeded. But on one condition, you must undo the damage that has been done. Write the wrongs of the past. Correct the mistakes of the old generation for the sake of the young. I will give you as much time as needed. But know this, if you fail your assigned task, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. Should you falter, your deeds will be known to me. Should you hesitate, I will come for you. Should you perish before completing your assigned task, I will devour you, trapping your soul in my stomach until the end of time. This is our pact. This is our contract. But we have terried in limbo too long. There is work to be done, and you are the one who must do it. Don't I get any say in this? Nar groaned. None. The reaper growled. Now be off with you. Now wait, just a damned men. You Narut blinked and the white was gone. In its place hung a full moon, peeking out beyond the rim of the clouds, gazing upon a sea of trees below. Falling, falling, he snarled in surprise, flinging a hand out to snare the nearest branch in his grasp, his fingers wrapping around the damp pines like an iron vice. Grunting as he struggled to arrested his momentum. The former Gingeriki tethered himself to the tree with chakra, sticking to its surface as one would the ground. He hung there for a moment, his senses still reeling from the sudden drop in pressure. Oi, oi, he grumbled to himself. At least drop me on solid ground, Yano. He frowned up at the moon. Evidently, Obido had yet to enact the moon's eye plan. Inwardly, he heaved a sweet sigh of relief. Thank Cammy in heaven. There was still time, then time enough to find that prick of a nuchiha and drag him down to hell. Then he would find Sasake, beat the ever loving crap out of him, and h what have we here? Taking a moment to orient himself, he caught sight of a telltale flicker of movement only a few feet below his perch. Stilling his breath, he waited until they were passed before taking stock of them. Three grown men and one girl with strikingly scarlet hair. She couldn't have been more than four years younger than him, placing her near 14 or 15 years of age. He couldn't see their faces as their backs were to him, even so he doubted he would have been able to make them out in the gloom. Still, something struck him as odd. Though the group of shinobi encircled her, suggesting they weren't, in fact, an escort, after all. Her hands were held behind her back. Why would anyone walk like that? A knot of rope around her wrists merely confirmed his suspicion, as did the hands of the man who held it. "Kidners!" Naruto's mind raged, torn between reluctance and resistance. Did he really have the time to play hero right now? For all he knew, Obido was preparing the Moonsai plan, even as he dithered here. Eventually, anger won out. He felt his eyes begin to burn as he watched them creep further and further away, blissfully unaware of his presence. That didn't last long. He descended feet first from the trees, dropping like a wraith toward the head and shoulders of the straggler, the one holding the rope. There was a brief moment of tense silence, the man's knees buckling beneath his sudden and unexpected weight, his fingers falling slack around as he reached up to remove the obstruction. By the time he'd realized his own peril, Naruto's hands had already closed around his mouth and face, muffling his cry of pain as his knees struck the damp earth. The ginuriki felt no pity for his victim. A viss twist of the wrist and he was gone. the life leeching from his eyes before his body could touch the ground. Nar bolted upwards from the corpse and lunged forward, hoping to take the remining shinobi by surprise. And for a moment, it seemed that he would. Both men still had their backs to him, they were yet unaware of the sudden demise of their compatriate, ignorant that their captive had slowed her pace to a near crawl behind them. Nar dared to hope he might yet escape from this scuffle unscathed and continue on his way. His hope shattered as a small squeak pierced the air. Both men rounded as one. A brace of shuriken flying from their fingertips. In the time it took a lesser man to blink. Thankfully, Nar was not a lesser man. In the time it took the girl to squeak in surprise, he'd already dropped flat to the road. The deadly throwing stars now whistled harmlessly over his head as the last of the lethal projectiles whisked themselves by. He was already in motion, lunging into the moonlight, throwing himself between the men and their captive before they could even comprehend his presence beneath the light of the moon. He was finally afforded a clear picture of her capttors, and they him. Their faces weren't even remotely worth mentioning, although they did stiffen as he stood to his full height. Oi, oi, the hell do you guys think you're doing? Nar growled, recognizing their hishiade is belong to Kumogak. Doesn't your rakage have better things to do than kidnap little girls? We're in the middle of a war for Chrysix. He boed as the two remaining cloud shinobi exchanged a glance, took one look at him, then at his hishiate, and drew their canai. [ __ ] Anuiha. One of them exclaimed, "Hey, I'm Nadin. Kill him!" cried the other. A muscle jumped in the blond's jaw. "Try me, Gua!" The last of her abductors toppled backwards, gurgling as he clutched at his now broken windpipe with both hands. Nar contemplated him a moment longer, savoring his stricken expression before a roundhouse kick smashed into his now unprotected stomach. A third and final blow put him out of commission altogether, sending his body careening through the undergrowth. Nar watched him fall and had to visibly bite back a laugh at the ease with which he dispatched his opponents. And to think they called themselves shinobi. Their movements were slow and predictable, it was almost laughable. No, it was laughable. He needn't have killed those two, but with those injuries, they wouldn't be waking up for a good long while. A soft whimper abruptly reminded him of his place. Yu Chiha. Nar rounded on the voice with an exasperated hiss, his eyes wild and stopped. The red-headed girl was looking up at him with something akin to shock, or perhaps it was awe. He couldn't be certain of it in the dim light. He was, however, certain that she was looking at him. "Oi, I'm not." He frowned down at her, the words dying on his lips as he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby puddle. Sinister scarlet orbs stared back at him ringed by a single tommo in each iris. Sharing Nar bristled at the sight of the cruel crimson eyes, unable to accept that they belong to him to the sinister visage staring back at him. So it wasn't a dream after all. The Shinagami really had Ed with his DNA. Apparently that angry outburst earlier had been enough to unlock the vaulted eyes of the clan. Not his clan. Not. Nar refused to think of himself as one of those stick up their Avengers. Even with his newfound powers and appearance going hand in hand. Damn you to hell Shinagami. He contemplated the quivering Kunoichi. She had to be at least a jennon for what felt like an eternity. Clearly judging by her hishi ate she was from Konaha. But why would Kumo try to kidnap someone so suddenly? There was a war on for the love of Cammy. What possible purpose could the kidnapping of a single soul serve? Ah, hell. He had to at least try and get her back to Konaha. She didn't look to be in any real shape to make it back on her own anyway. Hey, you all right? He asked. She continued to stare at him, her mouth agape. Nar took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When next they opened, he saw no hint of the copy wheel in them. Hello, anyone home? scowling, he waved a hand before her face, eliciting a slow series of blinks. Doubtless, she was still in shock over her recent release. "How how did you find me?" she asked softly, she speaks. Nar couldn't help but chuckle to himself as to how I found you. "Well, I guess you could thank your hair." He didn't feel like explaining to her how he had literally fallen out of the sky. Still, there was something oddly familiar about this girl. But what was it? The eyes. Her hair. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. Inexplicably, the girl flushed. You You followed me because of my hair. Not just because of your hair. Nar tried and failed to keep the grin from his face as he poked at her. Hishi ate. Because you're a comrade. You know what they say. Those who break the rules are scum. But those who abandon their comrades are even worse than scum. As he looked on, her cheeks continued to darken as though heeded by a furnace from within. Why was she blushing, shrugging, Nar stooped to untie her, slicing through the knot, binding her wrists with a simple slice of a cany? The girl mumbled her thanks and rubbed at her wrists, still refusing to look him in the eye. Strange, she refused to look at him even after he'd saved her. It hardly looked as though she'd be walking back to the village either. Seeing no other way, he reached down and smoothly swept the Jennon off her feet as easily as a groom would his blushing bride. That got a reaction out of her. The Kunoichi sputtered in surprise, her face flaring a shade brighter than even her silky scarlet hair. "Hey W, wait a minute," she cried. "Ww, what are you doing? Isn't it obvious?" Narut couldn't believe her gall here. He was trying to help her, and still she was being indignant. You can't walk, so I'm carrying you. The girl grew still at this, her large eyes growing larger still. It was as if she were truly looking at him for the first time. What's your name, Uzu M? Uiha Nar, he instinctively ammoned, cursing himself for using that cursed clan name. And just who the might you be? Chibi. The girl puffed out her cheeks in defiance. I'm not a chibi. My name is Uzumaki Kasha. Databane. Databane. Nar dropped her like a hot potato. He felt color drain from his face. Felt a cold sweat break out across his broken and battered body. Before his mind shut down, he understood two things. First and foremost, this little girl was beyond any shadow of a doubt. his mother. Second, apparently when the Shinagami had tasked him to write the wrongs of the past, he'd been speaking literally as well as figuratively because this little girl was his mother and she was wearing a Konaishi and he had the succinct feeling he wasn't in his own time anymore. Oh dear Cammy, hey, are you all right? The girl who would one day become his mother asked, you're looking kind of pale. And what did Nar do upon realizing this? You ask. Great Scott. Why? He fainted. Of course. Hey, are you awake? Obido. Nar bolted upright with a startled snarl, eyes blazing, fingers wrapping around the first thing within reach and dragging it forward. A tiny feminine eep sounded somewhere off to his right, plucking him from the last vestigages of his nightmares. At last second, one second too late. He found himself face to face with a young Uzuaki Kusha, her visage hanging perilously close to his own. Her cheeks were an incredibly bright shade of sweet scarlet, probably because she was sitting in his lap, her nose was brushing against his, lips dangling mere centimeters away. "Oh shit!" memories came flooding back, reminding him just why he'd been out cold in the first place. He had fainted. fainted because he'd realized the awful truth of the reaper's words. Writing the wrongs of the old generation for the sake of the new hadn't been a mere metaphor. They'd been literal. At first, he failed to understand what he had to gain by going this far back in time. Then, reality hit. He could fix everything. He wouldn't lose his friends or his family, nor his parents to Obido. That's right. He would find Obito. And wait, had Obidito even been born yet? Nar San Nar bristled at his mother's words, he'd learned enough about his youth to expect a painful blow in recompense for his tarity. But none came. To his infinite disbelief, she turned her head aside, her eyelids drooping slightly shut in what might have been embarrassment. Or, "Wait, wait just a damned minute. She wasn't expecting him to. Why you hurting me?" she whispered. Ooh. Naruto forced himself to relax his grip, his teeth sinking into his lower lip until he tasted blood. That was close. Too close. Way too close. He'd nearly kissed his own mother. Although looking at her now, it was hard to think of her as such. To reconcile this blushing vixen only just entering into adolescence with the woman he'd met inside his seal. Did she already have Kurama sealed inside her? He wondered if so, did the old fox retain any memory of him? Or had his mind been wiped clean so much like everyone else? He ruthlessly resisted the urge to inquire about his former tenant. He knew from experience just how bitter the life of a ginuriki could be. Hey, Nar glanced down at his mother, mildly alarmed to find her still chewing on her lower lip, squirming restlessly in his lap. Just how long do you intend to h hold on to me like this? Once more, he silently suppressed the urge to panic. Although he had loosened his grip on Kusha's hand, he still hadn't let go of her waist just yet. Well, damn, Narut forced himself to retract his arm, allowing the Kunoichi to skitter backwards and out of arms reach. Sorry, he muttered, determined to distract himself, the Uzumaki turned to Chiha hazarded a glance at their surroundings. Taking in the small clearing they had apparently made camp in, the warmth afforded by the small fire burning behind served as their sole source of their illumination, thrusting their shadows against one another at odd angles. As he looked on, the flames flickered and grew dim. They couldn't have that now, could they? Drawing a deep breath in his lungs, he molded some chakra in his stomach, forming a single seal with his left hand. Kusha's gaze flicked toward him as he did so. Caden, without another word, he exhaled, expelling a thin stream of flames into the flickering blaze. Burggeoned by the fire, it leapt to life, brightening their surroundings considerable, a marked improvement on the dim lights offered earlier. When he returned his attention to the clearing, he found the Kunoichi staring at him. "Aarriato," Kusha whispered, ringing her hands together. "Nar titled his head to the side. The universal way to go, huh?" But the Kunoichi only flushed ever darker. "Ha Mo," she exclaimed, her face flushed with anger. "I'm trying to thank you for saving me back there, Databane." "Well, excuse me, Dado." Nar couldn't help himself. The words alongside his verbal tick fled from his lips before he could stop them. Kind of hard tail when you're shouting at me. Yano. At these words, Kusha stiffened, her eyes bulging so large, her son was certain they'd fall right out of her pretty little head. Crap. Naruto's mind scrambled for an explanation, desperate to explain his verbal tick before his mother had a chance to put two and two together. Oi, it was so ridiculous that Kusha could not hold back her laugh. When was the last time she had laughed? Certainly not since she'd come to Konaha. Not since she'd become a Jennon. For a moment, Nar looked at her like she was nuts. But when he realized she was laughing at his comment and not at him, he grinned. Inwardly, he was taken aback. He'd been expecting confusion, not laughter. Ha. Kusha covered her mouth as she snickered, fighting back another fit of giggles. I thought I was the only who did that. Never thought I'd hear it from Anuiha. Despite himself, the former blonde sweat dropped at the girl Froth. Was she really going to accept such an implausible answer based solely on her own observations? "Ah, well," he shrugged to himself, "Might as well play along." Well, I'm not like most Uchiah. Yeah, I noticed. Kusha beamed, a bright smile lighting up the features of her face. For starters, you don't have a gigantic stick up your Nar tried his best not to laugh, he really truly did. But the moment his mother mentioned the words stick, and it was all he could do to contain himself. He'd chosen those very same words years before in his youth to describe the antisocial tendencies of a certain avenger. For his own mother to throw them back in his face was simply too much for him to bear. He snickered, sharing flaring and knew in response to the sudden emotional outbut. He half expected Kusha to flinch at the sight of them. The redhead didn't so much as bat an eyelash. "Why are you laughing?" she asked. Because it's true, Narut Gapad, momentarily forgetting himself in his good humor. The Uchiha do have a stick up there. His mother looked at him like he was crazy. Hell, she probably thought he was. Hey, that's your own clan you're talking about there, TT Bane. Yeah. Naruto's laughter stilled in his throat as he caught sight of himself in a nearby puddle. Gazing upon his reflection with intent, he cut an imposing figure in his Junan uniform. Although he still loved the color orange, the war had been particularly unkind to his old jumpsuit, forcing him to give it up long ago. Before he'd lost everything, he pushed a hand through the shaggy raven mess that was once his blonde hair, idly marveling at the man who stared back at him. Having been promoted to Jonan shortly before the Jabi laid waste to what remained of Konaha, he'd garnered a considerable repettoire of Njutsu, in addition to his already countless odd variations of the Reenjin and Reenturken. Looking at himself now, he couldn't help but wonder, would he still be able to use them? Would his contract with the Toads exist in this time? Would he be able to use Senjutsu Horizon? His reflection offered a nervous smile in recompense for his tmerarity, but it was his pair of blazing bloodline orbs that riveted him. Instead of a single mark in the sharing, as he'd seen before, a pair of twin tommo circled angrily in each of his eyes, spinning with such speed they seemed little more than a black blur. He quelled them with an effort, but calming his troubled mind, did not prove nearly so simple. What the hell was going on here? He was certain there had been only one Tommo the last time he had looked. Now there were two. Granted, he knew precious little when it came to the vaulted eyes of the Uchiah clan, what he did know came from mostly secondhand knowledge and Kakashi sensei. For a Sharing to simply gain another tomo without cause was unheard of. Then Nar remembered to whom these eyes belonged, and suddenly everything made sense. Mater's eyes were evolving on their own. They had to be. There could be no other explanation. A sudden thought chilled him to the bone. If they were indeed evolving of their own accord, would they become the dread Manekio Sharing on their own? Once if he gained that, it was only a matter of time until he became blind. And thanks to his situation, he lacked a sibling or parent to swap eyes with. Narut san the former blonde blinked jostled from his revery by Kusha<unk>s concerned expression. Nar he replied just Nar will do his mother flushed. Then Nar may I ask you a question? Shoot. How old are you if you don't mind me asking? Nar nearly fell over. 17. He answered yielding his true age without thinking. I'll be 18 in a couple of months. Assuming I don't get myself killed before then, he added to himself. My turn, he peered at her a moment, his eyes intent. You're let me guess. 13. 15. Kusha shot back. My birthday was last week. Nar managed a weak laugh. Um, happy belated birthday. Her anger seemed to abate a bit at that, her gaze softening as she looked upon him. Quote dot dot dot. What? It's just Kusha fidgeted. You're one of the first to wish me a happy birthday since I came to Konaha. Ha. Nar tilted his head aside, struggling to remember what little he did know about his mother. You've got to be kidding me. No one's wished you a happy birthday. Kusha bobbed her head in acknowledgement to his words. It was all Narut could do not to shout. From what she told him of it, her life in Konaha hadn't been particularly pleasant in the beginning. But to think she'd not have her own birthday celebrated just like him. Was this too because of the Kaobi? Not since I left Usuzaker. No. Well, I'll get you a present when we get back or something. Nar viciously bit back the urge to clamp a hand over his mouth as soon as he spoke. He'd just overplayed his hand. In his desire to cheer his mother up, to banish her melancholy mood, he'd gone and risked making a fool of himself. Probably already had, Kusha stared at him with wide eyes, her expression torn somewhere between delight and disbelief. Eventually, she seemed to settle upon the former, much to Naruto's eternal chair. "You know what?" she decided suddenly. I'm going to hold you to that. Especially since you're only the second Uchiha to be this nice to me. Who was the first? He wondered aloud. Makoto Chan. Kusha brightened as soon as she uttered the name. She's my best friend. You'd probably like her. Makoto. Something stirred in Naruto's memory at the mention of that name. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Hadn't he heard that one somewhere before? Surely he had. Ah, well, if the name was that important, then he'd remember it sooner or later. Say, Naran, yeah, can I ask you something else? What is this 20 questions? Nar laughed lightly. It was so damnably strange talking to a younger version of his mother. That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself, though. After the horrors he'd endured with the fourth Shinobi war, it was a welcome relief. just kick back and relax, Eva, if only for a little while. At her crestfallen expression, however, he waved her on. Promise you won't laugh. I just single-handedly saved you from three enemy shinobi. The dead pan was barely concealed. I don't think I'm going to be laughing at you anytime soon. As I recall, you also dropped me. Kusha pointed out scathingly. You also fainted the minute I told you my name. Sorry for that, Narut flushed in embarrassment. He silently swore he would never ever faint again, no matter how embraced or surprised he might be. Anyway, you wanted to ask me, so method w Yeah, tt ebane. Kusha leaned backward on her hunches, looking anywhere but at him. But this is just out of curiosity. Nar's sweat dropped. He didn't recall his mother ever being this evasive. Is there supposed to be a question in there? All right. All right. The Jennon shook her head, her cheek burnished a sweet shade of scarlet. I'm just going to come out and ask. Nar steepled his fingers and laid his chin upon them, doing his best to keep the smile from his face as she struggled to formulate her inquiry, his own embarrassment forgotten. Do you have a girlfriend? On. There it was again. This time, Nar really did fall over. of all the things to ask him, she asked that. Groaning, he dragged himself back onto the log, only to find Kasha eyeing him intently, her violet orbs piercing him where he stood. Damn it, though she was easily two years his junior, he found he just couldn't bring himself to deny her when it came to questions such as these. He could have lied to her, vehemently denied it, but in the end, he chose the truth of a different sort. And no, he admitted, the words burring in his throat. I don't, not anymore. Another half-truth. He'd led a brief and tenuous relationship with Sakura sometime after the war broke out. One that had begun shortly after Sasake's death and ended far too quickly, cut brutally short by her death at the hands of Uchiah Obido only a month later. Yet another reason Nar was looking forward to tracking down that Senova [ __ ] in this time and ringing the life out of his lungs. If that made him a murderer, then so be it. He just couldn't bring himself to forgive that for killing the only girl he'd ever loved. Oh, she must have seen his murderous expression because the inquisitive lil faded from her eyes. I'm sorry, she sputtered. I didn't mean to. No, don't be. Narut shook his head. It happened a long time ago. I'm over it. No, he thought with a pang of regret. He was not over it. Sakura's death still cut him like a knife at times. They could have had something special, something wonderful. That month, brief though it might have been, had been the best month of his life. They'd been each other's first. There had been talk of starting a life together, of raising a family. When their war was finally over and then Obito gutted her like a pig, he would never forgive him for that. Never. Nar was normally a peaceful person most of the time he was undertaking this for that very reason. But for that man, he would make an exception. A very painful exception. Was she special to you? Kusha asked with renewed interest. Now that she knew he wasn't angry with her, she seemed intent to milk him for every little detail. Nar was happy to oblige her. It was always better to focus on the happy times than the daer after all. Yeah. Nar felt a wistful smile tug at his lips. She was What happened to her? She died. Kusha flinched. Nar didn't blame her. Mo, not their baka. That tickles. Even now, he could still hear her laughter. He felt his heart lurch a little bit. Although Sakura had long since passed, the pain of that passing still surprised him sometimes. It was like a punch in the gut. A soft touch on his sleeve drew his attention. Nar blinked in surprise, startled to find Kusha's hand resting on his own. I'm sure she loved you very, very much. Nar bit back a laugh. Ironic that he was the one being consoled here by his own mother. She didn't press him for details and she didn't tell him how sorry she was for his loss. She didn't berate him for pursuing the path of revenge in the first place. Since Resquig her only hours before, she had not even tried to pester him about what his true intentions were, which was more than a little puzzling. She just looked at him with those over large violet eyes and held his hand. She was just there supporting him in silence and not asking anything of him. Mystified, Nar felt like she understood a little of what he was saying. He found himself intertwining their fingers just to see what it felt like. Yeah. He said after Sakura's death, the only time he really came into actual physical contact with other people in the future was when he was fighting them. That had been life with the fourth shinobi war. That was the life he'd lived after losing his love. A life full of loneliness and distrust. It was all he'd known for the last year of his existence. Feelings like those didn't fade away overnight. "Must have been my smoldering good looks," he muttered to himself, reflecting on his change in appearance. "It was difficult to accept he was here, trapped in the past, in a body he barely recognized as his own. difficult but not unacceptable. Now that he was here, could change things for the better, correct all those mistakes made, help all those who suffered. But he had to be careful. If he changed too much, if he altered the timeline with impunity, he might wipe out lives that had yet to be born. Although he was still struggling to find a way to go about that. Come on, she rose and tugged on his hand, indicating a pair of sleeping bags she'd laid out near the fire light. You should probably get some sleep, tbane. We're<unk> going to have a long walk back to Konaha in the morning. Yeah, he said again. He allowed her to guide him off the log, and they broke their contact as they started walking. Her long crimson swished behind her with each step, drawing his attention. It almost seemed to glow in the fire light like the color of blood. He thought it was beautiful. He'd always envied not having his mother's pretty crimson hair. It was all he could do not to reach out and touch it. Just a little. By the way, I think you are. Kusha spun to face him abruptly, treses twirling about her in a curtain of scarlet. Nar stiffened, his hand frozen in the process of reaching out toward her. Are he asked handsome? I mean the Uzu Maki turned to Chiha chuckled his spirits restored. He didn't mind accepting a compliment from his mother. Is that so? Kusha beamed at him and her smile was like sunshine in the warmth of the fire. Let's get some sleep then shall we? She turned in place. We're pretty far from the border. I think we should be safe here. Her gaze flicked toward the flames in an inspoken question. Nar nodded, stepping past her, eyes narrow with intent. I'll put out the fire. Without even thinking, he flicked through a simple set of seals, drawing chakra into his stomach. Not for the first time was he grateful for expanding his repettoire of jutsu. Sweden. Miserappa. With a brief exhalation, he dowsed the flames with water, soaking the roaring blaze to its core, allowing his eyes to adjust to the blackness, found that Kusha had already begun to tuck herself into the nearest sleeping bag, the smallest of smiles dancing on her lips. "What?" "Oh, nothing." He could have sworn he heard her whistle in the gloom. "It's just that makes three now. Wind, fire, and now water." Narut allowed himself to arch an eyebrow, so Kusha had seen him use that wind jutsu during his earlier scuffle with her two captors. Just how chakra natures do you have? Well, I'm a very skilled shinobi. A flicker of motion in his paraphils brutally derailed his words and the train of thought, shattering his good mood like so much glass. Nar frowned, his gaze shifting from Kusha, sliding across the clearing, tracking with the mambbement. There, lingering just beyond the light of the fire. A shadow, but not just any shadow. Human crouched low and toward the brush, obviously intent on remaining hidden. A shinobi [ __ ] Nar gave no outward sign that anything was wrong. He merely kept his gaze trained on Kusha, all the while eerily aware of their soon-to-be attacker closing in behind them. It was only when he caught sight of the telltale flash of Akumog Hishi that he permitted himself a soft snarl. [ __ ] [ __ ] Narut. Kusha said his name, but she may as well have whispered to him for all the good it did. His mind was already working, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong. [ __ ] [ __ ] [ __ ] He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner. Shinobi always opertated in a four-man cell. Always. He'd taken out three of them guarding Kasha, which meant the fourth had likely been on Rakan at the time. Well, if he thought he'd get him with his guard down, he would be sorely disappointed. Slowly, the man pulled what looked like a giant shuriken from his back, committing a few precious seconds to drawing the ungainainely weapon. A slow smile plucked at the corners of Naruto's mouth. He'd been waiting for just that opportunity. Gotcha. In the time it took the man to position the weapon, the former Jennon had already closed the distance between them. A faint draw upon what remained of the Kaobi's chakra was more than enough. A canai slid down his sleeve and into his awaiting hand, thrust forward now into the stomach of the stunned shinobi. "Are there any more of you?" Nar hissed as he watched the light leave the man's eyes. Answer me. His target sneered, lips quirking in a triumphant smile. Fool. To the blond's infinite dismay, the man vanished in a plume of smoke, leaving a harmless log behind. Substitution. Even as he registered the faint, the dull buzz of a throne shuriken reached his ears, resounding louder and louder with each passing second. Kusha's scream ripped through his ears like a knife. Kusha, she was their target. There was no time to think, only for reaction. Nar forcibly drew upon Kurama's chakra once more, willing the golden cloak to infold his body, augmenting his already inane speed. He surged backwards from whence he came, shearing through entire branches in his haste, uncaring as they tooured and slashed at his face. "Please let me be in time. Try as she might, Uzu Maki Kasha couldn't bring herself to understand what just happened. One minute she'd been chatting amicably with Nar. She found she quite liked the Uchiha. He was smooth and easygoing, a good talker, nothing like the rest of his clan. He'd single-handedly saved her from being taken to Kumo, where death or torture or worse, awaited her. That alone spoke volumes for his character. She still couldn't see why he'd fainted after she told him her name. But even that had become a fleeting thought once he'd opened up to her. And she maybe kind of sort of found him so attractive. The next thing she knew, her savior narrowed his eyes in consternation, spat a foul oath beneath his breath, and darted into the black of the woods. At first, Kusha had thought she'd upset him. Then she heard it, the distinctive wump of a substitution technique. Her blood turned to ice in her veins. An attack, but they were supposed to be safe here. The droning buzz of a massive shuriken filled her ears, shattering that misconception. Kusha yelped and staggered backwards, sparing herself a swift end. A warm ribbon of pain slashed across her shoulder as the deadly missile whirled past, leaving her stunned and shaken. Someone was screaming at her, but she couldn't hear them. Her ears still ringing from her close call. Kusha. Naruto's voice rang out from behind her flank. The fear and desperation in his words piercing her deafness, rooting her in place down. Kusha had only the time to blink as a golden blur cut across her vzone, knocked her to the ground in an instant and hurling itself a top her. And not a moment too soon, the Uzu Maki turned to Chiha grunted in surprise as something sharp slashed through his jumpsuit and bit into his lower back. The unfamiliar edge of a massive shuriken burrowing into his flesh, nearly causing his arms to buckle, threatening to throw him forward and onto her altogether. A thin line of blood leaked between his lips, spattering onto Kusha's cheek. She gpped at him, violet eyes wide, mouth frozen in an open oval. The words hitched in her throat, refusing to come, no matter how much she might want them to. Wy, she whispered. Nar opened his mouth to speak. All that emerged was blood. Bakayuru. He hissed through clenched teeth. You act like cough. I needed a reason to save you. His lips quirked in a pained smile. after all are the same as me. When I, he bit off the word, lost my parents, no one ever complimented or recognized me. Being the bad student I was, I screwed up a lot during class on purpose because I wanted to get everyone's attention. It didn't matter if they laughed at me or cursed me. I couldn't get anyone's attention when I tried, so I acted like an idiot. It was like I was an outsider. You know how that feels, right? She did know how that felt. For the longest time, she'd thought herself alone. Makoto was one of her only friends. Even so, she was often couldn't be there for her when she needed her the most. Like now, for instance, now as she lay there, helpless to do anything but watch bitter tears well in his eyes. It was tough, right, Kusha? He asked. You were lonely, right? I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to feel that way. I'll try to do so many about that this time around. Kusha's heart nearly leapt into her throat as he slumped forward, falling a top her, collapsing into her arms like so much dead weight. She wanted to weep as his eyes slid shut. Had he just died in her arms? No, he couldn't die. Not here. Not now. No. Kusha gasped in surprise as her eyes snapped scarlet and slitted, a soundless sob exploding from the back of her throat. She knew Caillobi was taking advantage of her emotionally unbalanced state, using this chance, this [ __ ] in her armor to take control. Even so, she couldn't bring herself to stop him, couldn't? As her hair stood on end, the crimson cloak creeping across her body, sheathing her like a second skin hate. She couldn't think of anything else. She hated fate, loathed it, despised it for giving her someone special, someone she could talk to, and then just as swiftly wrenching them away in the blink of an eye. No. A red haze drapped itself over Kusha's vision, blinding her to all else. She felt the boiling chakra royal around her, twitching in anticipation of slaughter to be had. there. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him, the one who'd killed Nar. Murderer. She snarled at him, and he goed back at her, his mouth forming an open oval of outright disbelief. He took a small, staggering step backward. That was all he managed before she pounced, shrieking like a banshee. chains of chakra. Her one true talon burst from her back, coiling forward even as she descended upon the kum nin, a spectre of death and destruction. Somehow the man managed to draw his sword before she fell upon him, shrieking and spitting and slashing. It would do him little good. She felt cold steel bite into her cheek, but once before her chains seized upon it, and ripped it from his grasp, leaving him open to for her fingers now claws to rip through his white vest and into his stomach. "M monster," the man rasped. "Shut thee up!" she screamed, bearing her fangs in a sibilent snarl. "All in kill you, TT Bane." Her chakra chains hit him squarely in the chest and slammed him back into a tree. He didn't scream, didn't cry out, but his mouth formed a tight grimace, and his eyes looked up at her, pleading. Mercy, they seemed to say, "Please don't kill me." Kusha wasn't feeling merciful. Her chains thrust deeper, driving through flesh and bone, pinning him to the bark of the tree, skewering his body. She held him under the arms and looked into those eyes and watched the life drain out of them. Memories of loneliness flooded her, and she felt the rage rise. Alone, she was alone again. The one person who had saved her, the only individual who'd shown her that smile, was no longer with her. He was gone. And it was this one's fault. Something inside Kusha twisted at the realization. She raised a clawed hand, intent on carving up the Kumo Nin's corpse. She would slaughter him, tear him to pieces. She'd oi a hand closed around her wrist, heedless of the scalding chakra searing into their skin. Kusha rounded on them, ready to cut down her attacker. Instead, she jerked back as if she'd been burned. Nar. She found the Uchiah looming over her, peering down at her with intense sharing blazing into her crimson orbs. Scarlet met Scarlet, and the latter yielded. Relief flooded her like a wave, obliterating the rage before it had any chance to mount any sort of counterattack. Barereft of a means to control her any longer, Cailloubi's chakra dissipated, evaporating around her like so much steam. He's dead, the Uchiah rumbled. No need to carve up his corpse. Kusha's eyes widened. She had not been expecting this at all, but I thought I was dead. Nar arched an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifted, quirking into a ry grin. "Sorry, but I won't die that easily. He was alive, but his wound," she'd thought. "Baka," she sobbed, her fists curling feebly against his chest. "Baka, baka, baka, I thought you died. Thought you were dead." nr. Nar doubled over in her embrace with a groan, touching a hand to his back. His hand came away covered with blood. You're hurt. S just a flesh wound. He chuckled, waving her concerns aside. Don't worry, I'll heal. What do you mean you'll shush? He hushed her. Let me have a look at you. Nar was painfully aware of what he'd done in saving Kosa a second time. He'd unknowingly mirrored the actions of Aruka sensei, but it was the truth. His mother was the gingeriki of the Caillobi before him. She had already suffered torment before it was sealed inside her. He felt a touch of guilt at figning his death back there, but he'd had no choice. That shuriken had been coated with poison. It had take time and a sizable portion of Kurama's chakra to purge it from his system. But now he knew for certain. He need no longer ask Kusha Uzuaki if she was currently the container of the nine tales. Now he knew. You saw that, huh? She seemed almost sheepish. I did. Nar could already feel his back wound closing. Evidently, he'd retained his tenants regenerative properties. His hand, however, proved to be another matter. He'd grabbed onto Kusha whilst she was wrapped up in Kurama's chakra. That one wouldn't be healing anytime soon. But that was neither here nor there. He'd expuned the poison from his system. He had to make certain Kusha been able to do the same. Slowly so as not to startle before. Hold still, he placed a hand to her cheek, another to her shoulder, his palms radiating green light. You've been poisoned. I need to draw out the venom. Sakura had, at his insistence, taught him some of her medical njutsu. He absolutely ed at it most of the time, and it drained his chakra like no tomorrow. But he at least knew enough to safely neutralize foreign toxins. She squirmed once she saw the ravaged state of his hand, but complied all the same. "Do you hate me?" she whispered as he tended her wounds. Her words were soft for Loren. He would hate her just like everyone else did. Everyone except Makoto. And even she didn't know the truth. What's this? All of a sudden, you saw it. Kusha pantoimed a gesture at her stomach, unable to quell the hopelessness starting to swell inside of her. "What I have inside me, I'm a monster. Hey," she cried out in surprise as the uchiha seized her by the shoulders and shook her roughly. His cold black eyes were dyed with chakra, flaring the distinctive crimson color of his clan. his chakra. It felt cold, like she was looking at someone else, staring into the eye of a complete and total stranger. His tomo entranced her, spiraling hypnotically before her face, little more than a blur before her eyes. He gripped her tighter still, shoved his visage dangerously close to hers. "Never," he hissed, words rough with anger. "Call yourself that again." But I never, Narut growled. His tone left no room for argument. Why the hell would I hate you for something you're not? At his words, Kusha felt herself begin to break. All the barriers she'd built in her mind come crashing down around her ears. When the tears came, she couldn't stop them. This was all too much. Too much to hope for, let alone dream. In the span of only a few hours, her life had gone from a lonely little existence to this. This she hadn't expected anyone to look for her to begin with, let alone rescue her. And all because of her hated crimson hair. Ariado, she whispered, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest in a vain effort to hide away her tears. Thank you so much, Narokun. She felt the tension ease from his shoulders as she held him, felt him relax, albeit marginally into her arms. His heart thudded warmly against her ear. A soft, reassuring rhythm that promised her all would be all right. A sudden swirl of leaves broke that promise. Kusha felt words leave her as a young man of roughly 15 years or so emerged from a body flicker. His shaggy blonde hair framed cold blue eyes, eyes that told the world he'd come here, been expecting a fight. She felt her heart lurch at the realization. Manato had been following her, too. He'd come to save her, but he hadn't been expecting someone to beat him to the punch. To her, she watched the emotions flicker over his face. Confusion, suspicion, sadness, and anger. It was gone too quickly for her to tell. Kusha I He paused as his eyes fell upon Nar and her close proximity to him. His face fell. Ah, it seems I'm interrupting something. I can always come back later if you'd like. Manato, she sputtered in surprise, scrambling to her feet. When did you? Nar scrubbed his hand against bloodshot eyes, silently, fighting the urge to simply pass out. Because this had to be a dream. It must have been a dream. He had to forcefully slow his hammering heart. Both his mother and father were standing before him, arguing. It took everything he had not to embrace them on the spot. He chose to maintain his silence as the pair conversed. Kusha explaining all that happened between Naruto's arrival and Manato's. When she finished, he I don't think we've met. His father smiled wly, extending a hand. I'm Manado Nar. He clasped the youth's hand and shook, not trusting himself to give away his true surname. Not at the moment. Uchiha. Nar. Uchiha. Manato<unk>'s head tilted to the side slightly. I thought you looked familiar. Familiar? You must be mistaken. Nar put on his best poker face. I've never seen you before in my life. No, I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before. Manato argued. Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Nar emphasized with a shake of the head. Manato, will you stop arguing with him? TT Ebane. Kusha snapped at the both of them. Narut [ __ ] saved my life. So stop pestering him. Both boys bristled, but for entirely different reasons, though they each knew better than to risk the wrath of raging redhead. Manado semmed more hurt by it than anything else. Nar simply sighed in disbelief. He was amazed with his own ability to keep a mostly straight face upon seeing his mother and father. If he hadn't met them previously in his mindscape, he probably would have been acting like total fanboy right at the moment. Thankfully, he had grown up in leaps and bounds during the course of the war and knew how to keep a straight face when he really needed to. It was perhaps a bit easier to deal with than it would have been otherwise, considering he was currently older than his future father and mother. Of course, his screwed up DNA probably kept them from recognizing the similarity, too. Shall we move on? He indicated the horizon. The sun was just now beginning to rise. It looks like we won't be getting much sleep after all. The next afternoon, as they reached the gates, Narut Neri face palmed from frustration. The return trip had been fairly uneventful. Therein lie the problem. He'd felt his father's eyes boring into his back for most of the way, and while the two of them remained pleasant with one another, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done something to irk him. Kusha, on the other hand, practically glowed. She'd kept him occupied the entire length of their travels and such, proving a welcome distraction and conversation. It was almost like having a little sister. While he knew rescuing Kusha had been the right decision, he still wondered if he should have waited for his father or someone else to swoop in and save the day. He'd acted recklessly and without thinking, and possibly already altered events beyond his control. But no, his true frustration stemmed from the keen look both guards were giving him at the gate. Clearly, they recognized Monado and Kusha, but Narut, not so much. And well, within good reason. He'd been so wrapped up in his plans to change the future that he'd failed to recognize a fatal flaw in the present. Narudo did not exist in Konaha. To make matters worse, he was still wearing his old hishi. If someone were to stop him and ask who he was, if someone did not recognize him, he was toast already. Kusha must have seen him squirm somehow because he felt her gaze fall upon him. "I ah didn't exactly have time to ask for permission when I went after you," he whispered, lying through his teeth and scrubbing at the back of his head with a hand. "It was kind of a rush job." The Kunoichi's cheeks promptly swelled a scintillating shade of scarlet. She stiffened her posture and flicked her eyes toward Nar. She blinked. Haha. If you keep saying things like that, I'm going to fall for you. Did you say something and nothing? Kusha spluttered. Nothing at all. You there? The Anbu inclined its head curtly before him. Lord Hokag wishes to speak with you regarding your retrieval of Uzuaki Kusha. Also, Makoto Sama wishes me to inform you. She awaits your arrival at the earliest convenience. You are to come with us. Without another word, they turned and encircled him. Kusha searched for her rescuer's eyes, but they stared fixedly at the ground before them like cold, sharp onx. She felt her chest twist uncomfortably at the sight. Whatever the ambu had said must have badly rattled. Makoto sama Naruto's first instinct was to decry the words to deny that he was an uchiha. His second was to ask just who this Makoto person was and what she wanted with him. His third and final decision was to take a deep breath and clear his mind, compose himself, and above all remain calm. Hopefully, his presence in the past hadn't changed too much already. A n. And there you have it. Nar finally sets foot in the village. However, the question remains, will he receive a warm welcome from the Uchiah or a cold one? To be honest, originally I wanted T2 go a different route with this to have everyone in the village remember Nar as an uiha, someone whom we know he is not. Then I realized that just wouldn't do at all. Nar wants to be seen as himself, not someone he isn't. Pairing is still up in the air, but Makoto is most likely going to be involved, although I will gladly take any other recommendations that are offered. Kusha is falling for him. But the question does remain. Will Nar ever reciprocate her feelings. I'm leaning toward yes in time. I may even include Sununade seeing as how the age gap has shrunk to almost nothing now. So in the immortal words of Atlas review, would you kindly and enjoy the preview? It's a long, albeit disjointed one. Consider it proof I fully intend to continue this story. preview. Well, hello there, handsome. Nar opened his eyes and turned in the direction where the voice had come from, only to come face to face with possibly the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. He found himself peering into the cold black eyes of another alive beauty with long lustrous black hair and a body that despite being clad in Kanahagakar fatigues would have made evens Ba Chan green with envy. She smiled warmly and she stroed to meet him, claiming the seat opposite him on the bar without so much as an invitation. There was a cool aloof air about her as though she existed solely to strike fear into the heart of others. He could appreciate that in a woman. Have we met? Nar failed to bite back that inquiry before it could leave his lips. While he didn't know her, from her gaze, it was obvious the woman knew him. No, we haven't. the Kunoichi replied. But I'm sure Kusha's told you all about me. I'm Makoto. Pity. She shrugged her shoulders. Father won't like that, but thanks for whatever it's worth. Nar almost barked out a laugh before he realized the repercussions of his actions. Instead of Manato saving his mother this time around, he'd been the one to do it. His actions weren't helping his case any. He had to calm down and think things through rationally from here on out. The slightest action could have untal repercussions in the future. Makoto, a male voice exclaimed, "What are you doing?" The smile shattered on Makoto's face like so much glass. Before Nar could protest, she looped an arm in his and drew dangerously close to him, bosom pressing into his arm. While he himself was surl no stranger to intimacy, he still felt a flush rise in his cheeks as she did this to him. He was after all only human at her. Play along. She hissed in his ear mere moments before a stern-looking man appeared via Shuen. What is the meaning of this Makoto? He demanded what does it look like I'm doing, Fugaku? She smiled, scooting closer to Nar. I thought I'd introduce myself to our long-lost clansmen. Narly dropped his chopsticks. He knew that name. In his youth before the massacre, he'd gotten into enough trouble to learn it well, having often found himself before the man's desk to be brought to the clan's so-called justice for his pranks. Just as he knew this man would someday be the father of Sasake and Itachi. His left hand twitched with the sudden desire to kill this man after what Sasake had done. He'd be doing a world of good by ending his father's life. "This fool," Fugaku scoffed. "He's no kin of ours. He just walks in here and claims to be one of us. For all we know, he could be an enemy spy. Snick." He blinked in surprise as a thin red line opened across his cheek. Nar retracedi his hand having been the one to throw the kinif with deadly accuracy. Care to run that by me again? Cammy, I am so sick of him. Makoto groaned the moment he was out of earshot. All he does is prattle on like an idiot. He is an isn't he? Nar muttered into his drink. Makoto shook her head. Raven treses swaying from side to side. That's not it. I'm the representative of the whole clan. If the clan is in a bad position, I must protect it. I'm an only child and my father isn't getting any younger. So, the job of looking after the clan must be left to me. My father is the supervisor of that job. So, that's probably why he pays so much attention to me. But with conversations between us alone today, when Otus San spoke with me, he spoke of you and what you did for Kusha. You were bold, reckless, not a thing like Fugaku. Not even in the slightest. And because of that, I think he's a bit jealous of you, frankly. Nar groaned. Well, isn't that just lovely? Caden. Fugaku snarled. Guukaku nojutsu. Nar bocked as the stream of fire gushed toward him. Unbidden. The memory was there, hand signs and all. Nar reeled as a wealth of information flooded his mind. It was as if every jutsu matera had ever seen, ever mastered, was now his own. And he knew just which one to use. Stealing himself, he drew in a deep breath, kneading the chakra in his stomach, giving it shape and form. If one wanted to extinguish a flame, they need only give rise to an even more powerful inferno by which they might overwhelm and extinguish it. Fugaku must have sensed the sudden movement of chakra because his eyes bulged. That's Kaden. Narut spat Goku Mechyaku. Great fire annihilation. He exhaled mightily, expelling all the chakra he'd been stoking in his lungs. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Nar chanted the words like a mantra in his head as he drew nearer and nearer to the hoage's office. and honor guard in tow. More like an escort, the old man probably didn't want him bolting the first chance he got. Narut didn't blame them. After all, he had shown up with little to no warning, rescued their gingeriki, brought her back to the village, and then marched right in their front door. It certainly didn't help that he was dressed like a leaf shinobi. Cammy, he was going to have fun explaining that one. even more so his newfound appearance. On one hand, he could simply have them bring in a Yamanaka was Ininoichi around at this point to examine his mind and memories. On the other hand, Narut wasn't all that certain he wanted to reveal whether he was from the future just yet. Already, his presence here had farreaching complications. He was painfully aware just how incredibly he might have ed things up between his parents by rescuing Kusha before Manado had a chance to intervene. But that was why he was here, wasn't it? To change things, prevent the future from ever coming to pass. Not if you erase yourself from existence in the process, Bakayuru. His common sense smacked him upside the head. Nar cringed at the thought. Although it also made him wonder, what would have happened if his mother and father never got together to begin with? Well, he wouldn't exist for starters. And if he never existed, then Obito never attacked the leaf. And if Obito never attacked the leaf argue, Nar frowned, his pace slowing almost imperceptibly as he mulled the matter over. His guards didn't like that, not one bit. Keep moving, outsider. One of the Anbu elbowed him in the back, forcing him to keep up. Narut bit back a growl and biantly fought the urge to resengon the man and the rest of his squad into a nearby wall. Oh, and it would have been so easy, too. But if he pulled a stunt like that now, he was liable to get himself thrown out of the village before he even had a chance to explain why he was here. And just how am I going to explain that anyway? He wondered. He did his best as they drew close, mentally preparing himself for what lay on the other side. No fainting, check. No spazzing out, check. Cold sweat, check. Just as he was about to set foot into the O ofS and prepare himself for the lie of a lifetime and possibly the most epic fail in existence, a cold hand settled upon his shoulder. Hold mortal. The Uchiah nearly jumped out of his skin. Because there, hovering before him in the black, was a face he'd hoped to never ever see again. The Shinagami. Nar opened his mouth to voice a reply, only to realize the guards around him had ceased moving. Everything had ceased. Time itself had stopped. The colors of the world having faded to a grim black and white. They were alone, frozen here in this moment of time. Thousands of thoughts recoccated in his mind. Countless words sought to leave his lips as those dread eyes peered out at him from within. Macob grin. In the end, he settled for one. you. The reaper inclined its head minutely. Well met, my emissary. That brought Narut up short. Wait, what? He frowned. And not just at his newfound title. You still remember me? His reply was met with a frown and a snort. I am the god of death. Boy, did you not think I would leave you unsupervised when the fate of the entire world is at stake? Well, kind of. Snorting the shinagami shoot its head. Even then, those eerie eyes never left his. Not even for a minute. I thought I ought to inform you of something before you continue on your quest. And before I speak, I should caution you. Do not panic. It paused for a moment, and when it finally spoke, its response was stern, almost stoic in its reply. The you, as you know yourself, has already ceased to exist. There was a silence when Narut didn't vanish from existency. See, a low growl left his lips. You want to run that by me again, buddy? Silence. The reaper reprimanded its tone strident. By altering your DNA, you no longer exist as Uzuumaki Narut. Rather, you are an uiha. You already know this. What you do not know is thus. All traces of your former self were eradicated the moment I first laid my power upon you in limbo. Nar blanched. He didn't like where this conversation was going. Please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means. Shinagami nodded. The old you may yet still be born in this timeline, but any effect his existence might have had upon you has been nullified, my emissary. At Naruto's continued silence, the grim sighed, "Perhaps I am overexplaining. Allow me to simplify. Say something foul were to befall Uzuaki Kusha that she were to die, say, at the hands of an enemy shinobi. Were that to happen, even were your mother to perish, and those last traces of your old self eradicated, the you, as you now know yourself, would still continue on to exist. Do you understand?" He could feel a headache coming on, but the Uzumaki turned to Chihaan nodded anyway. Just what the hell did you do to me? Nar hissed. Not just my face, not just my DNA, but even my destiny. I barely recognize myself anymore. I made a wager against fate. I believe you mortals call it a gamble. The Reaper chroled then. It was a deep throaty sound. You truly are a unique existence. Your mind and your memories belong to you still. But should another try to pry into those memories. And I suspect the fools of this era soon will, they will see what the you of this time has seen, false memories indistinguishable from a true experience bequeathd to that body you now possess. You may wish to thank me for this gift, but know this. Those golden eyes seemed to brighten at that moment, glowing with eerie intent as the death god loomed closer, its breath cold as ice upon his face. You must keep who you truly are a secret. I shudder to think what might happen if the timeline comes unraveled anymore than it already has. Are you sure I can't just kill myself and be done with it? The blonde growled, placing a hand to his now throbbing temple. It's<unk> beginning to sound a hell of a lot more simple. You will not. The Shinagami<unk>s voice was like a thunderclap in his ears. I have not bargained my very being on this gamble only to have you end your life a second time. All right, all right, Nar sighed. Loosen up and take a joke, will yaper, I do not loosen up in my business. it replied. Now, you are going to be questioned. Interrogated. No, really. His dead pan was arly concealed. Silence. Shinagami snapped back. Now, listen well. This is what you are going to say. Nar gulped as the Shinagami finished its explanation. That had to be the most ed up lie ever. You do realize I'm flying by the seat of my pants here, right? I am well aware, the Reaper retorted as the colors of the world began to return, the flow of time moving inexorably ever onward. And I trust you to succeed. Before he could reply, the Shinagami was gone, leaving him alone with his escort. Thankfully, neither seemed to have noticed the little time lapse. One of them shoved him towards the doors a tad too roughly, snickering as the blonde stumbled toward the office. He did his best to push all thoughts of revenge from his mind, refusing to show weakness in the face of these fools. Here goes nothing. Nar tapped softly on the door with his fist and announced his presence. Come in. Tears nearly sprang to his eyes. Upon entering, he found himself staring at a pair of familiar faces, lacking the liver spots of old age as well as stark gray hair, and another which he immediately recognized and gravitated towards. He would have recognized her anyway, even without the Jew attire and Hishi ate. Even so, he knew those. Yes, that hair, that bust, just about anywhere. Even so, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Ba Chan W, what did you just call me, punk? The young woman, she couldn't be more than 20, maybe 25, bristled angrily at his remark. Nar had just enough time to register the remark before she cannon forward, fingers clenched into a fist. Less than a day ago, that punch would have hit him. Now his blood sang at the sight of her attack, at the sound of battle. She seemed to slow in his paraphil vision as though she were moving underwater. He wasn't quite sure when he moved or how for that matter only that he did, drifting forwards even as the door shattered to timbers behind his back. Cammy, but she was so slow. Or was he simply faster now? Oi, whatever the case, she proved no match for him. His fingers locked around her wrist in a vice and gave a sharp twist, breaking the bone like a twig. Snick. She gasped in pain surprise, but Nar was still moving, sweeping her legs out from beneath, forcing her to the floor with a strength he didn't know he had. Even as she tried to struggle, his fingers found her throat. Sununade froze, eyes bulging. Because this was younger than he remembered her. This was the past after all, but still the future fifth Hokag nonetheless. And he'd just beaten her in unarmed combat. It all happened so swiftly. Ah. Realizing his mistake, he swiftly jerked backwards, leaving a baffledsunade goping up at him. "My apologies. I tend to react like that when someone attacks me. Sorry about calling you that too," he continued at the murderous glint in her gaze. "Must have mistook you for someone else." He held out a hand for he and slowly wearily, she accepted it. I certainly hope so, Sununade said with eerie calm as she pressed a hand to her broken wrist, livid honey eyes bored into her future successor. Because whoever you are, if you ever say that to me again. No, no, Nar waved his hands rapidly and performed a prefuncter bow. It was a mistake. My bad. If you're quite done hering himsade, Saruto's gravely voice interjected. I'd like to speak with our guest. Alone, but sensei dismissed, Sununade looked as though she might say something else, might protest for a final time. But in the end, she resigned herself to a silent retreat, tending to her battered arm as she departed. Nar turned to regard the Hokag as his fellow blonde gave them their silence. He was acting rather strange. Funny, he didn't remember the old man being quite this stern back in the day. The thought brought a frown to his lips. Had he made yet another mistake already? You are Serbi Hirozen, right? You would be correct. The sandame replied, steepling his fingers together. The problem remains, however, that I do not know who you are. Let us begin with what we do know then. His aging face seemed to tense as Narut looked on. his old eyes turning harsh and stern. First, you retrieved Uzumaki Kusha from enemy forces at great peril to yourself and returned her to this village safe and sound. For this, you have my most sincere gratitude. Second, for some reason or another, you're impersonating Akonah Shinobi because I've never seen you before in my life. Third, judging by your appearance and that little stunt you just pulled back there with my student, you are undoubtedly an uiha, which also strikes me as strange because, for lack of a better term, you don't seem to have that proverbial stick up your Have I missed anything? Nope. Nar had to forcibly sink teeth into his lower lip to keep himself laughing at the last. I think you've just about covered everything and anything. Not quite. Serbi fixed him with a steely gaze. There is still the matter of who you are and what you want. Now, because you've chosen to be courteous to me, I shall extend the same courty to you. I will ask you one final time, who are you? Nar dithered a moment longer, wondering just how much he ought to reveal. He'd already altered events by saving his mother, who was to say what would happen if he revealed he was from the future. Slowly, the Junan opened his eyes, letting the gathered teardrops run down the side of his face towards his ears. Just what the hell was he going to do? Even if they did believe his story, there was no way in hell they'd accept his change in apprais. At the least, they'd throw him in a mental hospital. At worst, they'd condemn him to death. The Shinagami's explanation rang through his mind once more. This is what you are going to say. He felt his eyes begin to burn again. He knew what answer he had to give. Do you know the name Uchiah Matera? There was a silence. When the third next spoke, there was an audible edge to his words. Surely you're not claiming to be pH. Nar snorted and waved the Sandames concerns aside. There could be no taking his words back now. The only way out was forward. Of course, I'm not Moa. I'd have to be like a hundred years old. Much to his own consternation, he stealed himself, drew a deep breath, and continued the lie, continued to weave this fine, delicate tapestry of falsehood. Dot dot dot. I'm his descendant. What did I stutter? Nar forced a tough of arrogance into his voice. Easy enough when you knew someone like Sasake and watched the words work their magic. Uchiha Matera is my grandfather. I am of his blood. Must I demonstrate myself further? Serbi pald and promptly crossed himself twice. Nar watched a myriad of emotions flicker across his face. A descendant of that man standing here before them. Now that he looked, the man did bear a passing resemblance to the legendary Uchiah. But no, that couldn't be possible. Matera didn't have any descendants unless he'd fathered a child before being slain by Hashiama in the valley of end. And if he had, if such a child had grown and produced yet another child, he slammed the lid shut on that train of thought before it could consume him. I'm afraid I'll need more proof than your word. See is believing after all. Narut sighed and released chakra into his cold black eyes, awakening the bloodline bestowed upon him. Seratobi stiffened as the sharing abruptly emerged, its triple tomo swirling fire angrily in each eye. Nar bit back a grimance of his own once he beheld his reflection in the sandame slate gray stare. Moa<unk>'s eyes were still evolving rapidly. Would he unlock the manekio at this rate and lose his eyesight before he could accomplish his goal? He hoped not. Those eyes Hirzin visibly swallowed as though he'd seen something in them Nar had not. I I see. Gathering himself up with an effort, he forced himself back to the table once more. Why have you come here then after all this time? Surely you could have left Kusha at the gate. I mean, at Naruto's thunderous expression, he was quick to ammon himself. You must have had a life outside these walls. My father recently passed on. Another lie. But before he did, he told me that alluchiha were welcome here. And as I find myself growing lonely, I decided to stay. Is that a problem? Not at all. Serbi seemed to welcome this change of topic with open arms. If you wish to come into the hidden leaf, that can be arranged. But onto other matters. Where did you get the headband? He asked this. Nar pretended to consider the hish he ate for a moment. It was passed down to me. A trophy of sorts. I'll have to have someone validate that. A small smile etched across his visage like a crack scrawling across stone. But if you're telling the truth, I'd be more than willing to welcome you into our village. He rose out of his chair and pulled up a seat. You may wish to make yourself comfortable then, stranger. You may be here quite a while. My name is Nar. At last, he thought to himself, some truth, Nar. Then, Serbi confirmed. I'll have someone come by to collect you shortly. As you wish, Nar replied slowly, choosing his words with the utmost of care. Send a Yamanaka to pick my brain. I have nothing to hide. Hours later. Some hours later, Narut chewed on his bottom lip as he wandered through the streets of Konaha. It had been a long time since he had been able to walk through the village like this, especially since it had first been destroyed back when he was 16. They had done a very good job rebuilding it, but it just hadn't been the same, especially once it was destroyed the second time. Another thing that had slightly unnerved him at first was seeing so many. He hadn't gotten around to figuring out how he would prevent the massacre yet, but it would still be years before that would happen at the very least. On the other hand, that made it of utmost importance that he tried to convince the Hokag to get the Uchiah to merge with the village more than they currently were, lest they risked alienating themselves even further in the future. And then there was the matter of Toby and Uchiah Ma, not to mention ouch. Nar touched a hand to his head and fought to keep from cringing. His head was still throbbing, a side effect of having his memories so thoroughly inspected. As the Shinagami had said, that which was seen were not the memories of Uzumaki Nar, but Uchiha Nar. Who would have thought the god of death could do such a thing? Not him. It still riled him to be seen as an uchiha when at least on the inside he remained an uzumaki. by Cammy. This was going to take some getting used to. Humming as he walked along, he got the occasional glance from villagers, some of whom would give him a small nod of acknowledgement and maybe a smile before continuing on their business. Others, many of them, scowlled at him, likely due to their inherent suspicion of Uchiha Matera. Now that he'd claimed to be the man's descendant, it was only natural that suspicion be abound. Yet another big difference. Previously, he was either completely ignored or treated like a celebrity, especially after Payne's attack. This right now was a happy, if not nice, medium. I guess I could get used to this. He rubbed at an itch on his arm, not used to having them sheathed in long sleeves like they currently were. The Hokag had gotten him a small apartment to use in a few sets of standard Jonan clothing along with a few sleeveless vests and the standard Jonan jacket. The outfit was similar to that which most Ambu wore, but he currently didn't have a mask or arm guards that Lofty Station was well beyond his reach at present. After all, he'd only just been allowed into the village after the Hokag revealed him to half the damn populace, and he was fairly certain his goals didn't include joining the infamous Black Ops anytime soon. As for now, he'd be more than happy with a warm meal of ramen. The scent of it caught his nose, causing his head to snap back around. He spun about, seeking its source. There, standing in all its early glory. Ichiaku Ramen. One Miso Ramen, please. It was all he could do to keep the grin from his face as he rushed inside and took a seat. All his strength was focused on preventing his knees from knocking together as he awaited his long favored treat. The chef took his order and ducked back behind the curtain, leaving the Uzumaki turned to Chiha to wait impatiently for his food. Seconds passed. Then minutes, finally, just as he was about to check on him, a voice prickled at his ear. Well, hello there, handsome. Nar opened his eyes and turned in the direction where the voice had come from, only to come face to face with possibly the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. He found himself peering into the cold black eyes of another uchiha. A live beauty with long lustrous black hair and a body that despite being clad in kanahagakar fatigues would have made evens ba chan green with envy. She smiled warmly as she stroed to meet him, claiming the seat opposite him on the bar without so much as an invitation. There was a cool aloof air about her as though she existed solely to strike fear into the heart of others. He could appreciate it in a woman, but there was something about this one that instantly put him on guard. Dangerous, have we met? Nar failed to bite back that inquiry before it could leave his lips. While he didn't know her, from her gaze, it was obvious the woman knew him. No, we haven't, the Kunoichi replied. But I'm sure Kusha's told you all about me. Quote, "I'm Makoto." She continued, pausing, peering at him. "I honestly have no idea who you are." Nar shook his head. "Pity," she rolled her shoulders. "Father won't like that, but thanks for being polite. For whatever it's worth, that aside, I understand I have you to thank for saving my best friend earlier." Naruto almost barked out a laugh before he realized the repercussions of his actions. Instead of Manato saving his mother this time around, he'd been the one to do it. His actions weren't helping his case any. He had to calm down and think things through rationally from here on out. The slightest action could have untold repercussions in the future. As a matter of fact, Makoto, a male voice exclaimed, cutting him off. There you are. The smile shattered on Makoto's face like so much glass. Before Narut could protest, she looped an arm in his and drew dangerously close to him, bosom pressing into his arm. While he himself was Sorl no stranger to intimacy, he still felt a flush rise in his cheeks as she did this to him. He was, after all, only human, and those pressing against him. Play along. She hissed in his ear mere moments before a stern-looking man appeared via Shuen. Once again, Nar felt that faint sense of deja vu. He'd seen this man somewhere before. But where? What is the meaning of this? Makoto, the man demanded. What are you doing? What does it look like I'm doing, Fugaku? She smiled, scooting closer to Nar. I thought I'd introduce myself to our long-lost clansmen. Nar nearly dropped his chopsticks. He knew that name. In his youth before the massacre, he'd gotten into enough trouble to learn it well, having often found himself before the man's desk to be brought to the clan so-called justice for his pranks. Just as he knew this man would someday be the father of Sasake and Itachi. His left hand twitched with the sudden desire to kill this man after what Sasake had done. He'd be doing a world of good by ending his father's life. "This fool," Fugaku scoffed, scowlling at Nar. "He's no kin of ours, regardless of what Lord Hokag says. Anyone with dark hair and black eyes can waltz in here and claim to be one of us. But what proof does he have, I wonder? For all we know, he could be an enemy spy." Snick. He blinked in surprise as a thin red line opened across his cheek, spilling crimson down his collar. Nar retracted his hand back onto the counter, having been the one to throw the kinif with deadly accuracy. His eyes narrowed upon Fugaku. His sharing must have activated somehow because the man visibly flinched when he met his gaze. Care to run that by me again? He hissed. You don't frighten me, outsider. The Uchiah snapped back. And no class like you is nothing. No class. Is that so? Nar quipped, detaching himself from Makoto, swiveing to face the man. Then why does it look like you're about to piss your pants? He had the succinct satisfaction of hearing Makoto's laughter. Why did that sound bring such perverse pleasure to him anyway? And his grin only grew as he beheld his adversaries reaction. Fugaku's face flared five different shades of red. Why you dare? Oh, I dare. The former blonde was rising from his stool now. Ramen completely forgotten in the wake of his anger. What are you going to do about it, little man? Ah, the sweet irony of it all. As an adult, Nar was a good head and shoulders taller than Fugaku, towering over him like a giant. To think he'd once feared this man in his youth. There was nothing he could do to hurt him now. He was invincible, untouchable. And if this belligerent fool thought he stood a chance in hell, he'd probably try. And training ground 7. The words were little more than a snarl. This evening, with Makoto sama as my witness, I will prove just how worthless you are before the clan. Worm. I'm shaking in my sandals. Nar growled, knowing the man had just made a fatal mistake. With to another word, Fugaku rounded on his heel and vanished in a shushen. Cammy, I am so sick of him. Makoto groaned the moment he was out of earshot. All he does is prattle on and pin like a complete idiot. The clan this, the clan that. He's not even the air, and he goes on about it more than I do for God's sake. Sighing, she pressed her head to the counter as though she could somehow bury her wos there. He is an isn't he? Narut muttered into his drink. Just like Sasake, he added to himself. Makoto shook her head at that. Raven treses swaying from side to side. That's not it. I'm the representative of the whole clan. If the clan is in a bad position, I must protect it. I'm an only child and my father isn't getting any younger. So, the job of looking after the clan must be left to me. My father is the supervisor of that job. So that's probably why he pays so much attention to me. But with conversations between us alone today, when Otus San spoke with me, he spoke of you and what you did for Kusha. You were bold, reckless, not a thing like Fugaku. Not even in the slightest. And because of that, I think he's a bit jealous of you, frankly. Me? Makoto nodded. a long lost descendant of Uchiha Matera who wouldn't be jealous of you. She nudged him playfully with her shoulder. So, are you going to accept his challenge? Naruto's frown flipped itself upside down. You bet you're pretty little I am. Her onyx gaze pineowned him. You know it's a good thing you're cute. His grin was positively beatotific. I try that evening. Are you prepared, fool? Hi. Hi. I'm quite ready to kick your Fugaku's expression turned murderous. You worm. Nar stifled a yan as his so-called rival spewed yet another vitriolic retort. This was getting old. When were they going to start? The sun was just beginning to settle in for the vening, casting their grounds in seven shades of flame. An unbidden breeze blew through his tattered black locks, stirring the dead leaves at his feet and wiping them up into a frenzy. He watched them blow away, fluttering across the horizon until even his newfound eyes could no longer track them. Reluctantly, he allowed his sight to track across the remainder of the clearing. Fugaku had been good on his word. There were at least several dozen clan members crowded into the training grounds, each eager to see him succeed or fail. The latter wouldn't be happen. He didn't recognize any of them. Dot. But then again, he'd only ever really known Sasake and Itachi. Makoto, as heir to the clan, stood at the forefront with her father, a large, grizzled old man who looked as though he'd seen more than his fair share of missions in his time. But it was the former who stepped forward, took her place between them. She looked positively regal in her kimono, the fabric, a dark shade of dusk, almost as if she were in morning. Her visage was anything but. She seemed almost pleased. Uchiha. Nar, when she spoke, her tone was solemn, bordering on reverent. Fugaku has challenged your claim as Uchiah. Do you accept this challenge? Nar grinned. Hell yes. He was going to enjoy this. A slight smile lifted her lips. Very well, nodding. She turned to face the latter. Uchiha Fugaku, do you swear by the clan to fight with all your high? He cut her off mid-sentence, already inhaling. Makoto scowlled and took a sharp step backwards, returning to her father's side. Then, begin, Caden. Fugaku snarled, expelling a great stream of flame. Guukaku no jutsu. Narut scoffed and made to move. Instead, he boed as the stream of fire gushed toward him. Why couldn't he move? Why ah unbidden the memory was there hand signs and all. Nar reeled as a wealth of information flooded his mind. It was as if every jutsu matera had ever seen, ever mastered, was now his own. And he knew just which one to use. Stealing himself, he drew in a deep breath, kneading the chakra in his stomach, giving it shape and form. If one wanted to extinguish a flame, they need only give rise to an even more powerful inferno by which they might overwhelm and extinguish it. Fugaku must have sensed the sudden upswing of chakra because his eyes bulged. "That's Caden," Narut spat, grinning from ear to ear. Goku Mechyaku, he exhaled mightily, expelling all the chakra he'd been stoking in his lungs. The great fireball found itself snuffed out, easily extinguished before the rising inferno as it royiled forward into Fugaku. The elder had just enough time to realize his folly before the blaze overtook his position, swallowing him whole. No, his mind railed against this sudden turnabout. Fought the realization, the knowledge that he had more than severely underestimated this newcomer, this descendant of Uchiah Ma. pain. Fugaku's last sight was of the torrent of flame rushing towards him, his last smell, that of charred flesh, his own flesh. Then the black of unconsciousness took him. Well, can't say I didn't see this coming. These were Naruto's next words, accidentally spoken aloud as the clan carded away the charred corpse that had once belonged to the great, now very late Chiha Fugaku. And even if he was somehow wrong, if by some miracle the pile of smoking flesh wasn't a corpse, the man would likely never be a shinobi again. The Goka Mechaku had done massive damage not just to the clearing, but to the buffoons body. The arrogant Uchiah had been left sporting massive thirdderee burns. One of his hands had all but burned to ash in the massive explosion. Not that he felt sorry for him, mind you. Far from it, he was simply in awe of his own power. It was hard to believe that a single fire technique, even one of Moas had done such a good job at wiping that smug smile of that prick's face. If Kurama was still with him, he was certain the old fox would be laughing all nine of his tails off. Even now, fire crews were still working to put out the blaze with water. Those few who had remained of the Uchiah gazed upon him with varying emotions of respect, awe, and in some cases even fear. as much as he might loathe to admit it, he just established a respected place for himself in the clan and quite possibly change the future. As he tried to contain his trepidation at continuously changing the future, Makoto cidled up to him, appearing visibly pleased with the end result. "Well done," she said, indicating the charred terrain within a glance. I wasn't aware you knew such an excellent technique as expected of Mater's descendant. Her finger trailed across his cheek before he could think to stop it, tracing thin lines across his cheek where his whiskers once dwelt and pulling his face towards her own. You know when next she spoke, her lips brushed his outer ear, words warmer than her breath. "I do believe I'm starting to fall for you more and more, Narutkun." She took him by the arm and began to lead him away from the others deeper into the grounds. Odd. So, how did it feel, obliterating him a single move? She asked at length, "Don't lie. I saw your face back there. You enjoyed it?" The former Uzumaki opened his mouth to say reply and promptly snapped it shut as she stepped away, awaiting his reply. "Sweer! All right, Nar, just roll with it. It was easy. He feigned a small smile and typical Uchiah arrogance. After all those years spent around Sasake, it wasn't that hard. The fool wasn't even worthy of facing me. Truth be told, it was the great destroyer of flame was the only fire jutsu that held any sort of real significance to him. Moa had used it to nearly wipe out the shinobi alliance multiple times during the war. for it was only fitting that he use it for the use it toward the greater good that to end their duel swiftly. He felt a brief pang of sorrow, suddenly realizing he just might have ended Itachi's existence before it had ever begun. But that was what this was about now, wasn't it? He was here to change this. Some of those changes might not be pleasant, and some of them might. The voice didn't belong to Kurama. He realized it was his own subconscious. a whisper of desire as he glanced at the woman beside him, refusing to be denied. There was certainly something alluring about Uchiha Makoto. She was bold, beautiful, and if her lips on his ear and her words were any suggestion, she was obviously attracted to him. He was no stranger to the female form. But what to do? Decisions, decisions. The old man had informed him that he wouldn't be able to accept missions for at least a week while he was instated as a citizen of Konaha. And it wasn't as though he'd be able to change anything just by sitting on his hands until such a time. So which reminds me, Narutkun? Hm. I have a favor to ask. You want to fight me? Naruto ed his head aside as Makoto finished her explanation, restraining a pained grimace as his raven locks threatened to blot out his vision once again. Cammy alive, but he wasn't used to have this much hair. He'd have to cut it soon perhaps into his old hairstyle. Maintaining it in its present form was absolutely about the question. Eerie resemblance to Ichiha Ma aside, he didn't necessarily enjoy being reminded of those old memories. The images of the madman cutting his friends and family down were still too fresh to endure. Makoto nodded, mistaking his silence for affirmation. Just a simple spar, no njutsu or jenjutsu. Only r sharing, perhaps some kai. I wish to see how your skill compares to mine. Once more, the timetraveling shinobi had to pause to consider the ramifications of his actions. Something about the way she'd said Spar set off alarm bells in his head. Surely she couldn't be serious. After seeing what he'd done to Fugaku, she wanted to face him herself. You'll have to forgive me. Lack of enthusiasm. Granted, she replied, raising her arms and settling into a stance. You don't strike me as the type to hurt someone without cause. I like that. So, why don't we sweeten the deal? That caught Nar flat-footed once again. And for the first time since meeting with Hiaen here in the past, he was truly at a loss for words. I beg your pardon. Makoto's smile sent shivers down his spine. Say, if I win, you'll spend the remainder of the day with me. You'll spend the night in my quarters and do whatever I ask until sunrise. Oi oi oi. And if I win, the aerys's grin seemed to falter for an instant, as though she hadn't considered the possibility of her defeat. Then I'll be yours to do with as you please for the evening. Just like that, Naruto's dead pan was barely concealed. He didn't believe her for an instant, but something inside him stirred at the challenge. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me in bed. Figure that out on your own, did you? Look, we barely even know each other. What's to know? Makoto countered, folding both arms before her, not in substantial bosom. I find you attractive. Don't you feel the same? It has nothing to do with whether you're related to Moa or not. I could care less about that. However, what I do care about is your strength. You proved your power against Fugaku back there. You're obviously more than a match for most of our clan. I dare say you'd even best my father and he's the clan head. As his heir, I wish to see your true capabilities firsthand for myself. You do understand that. I trust. Yes. Nar chose his words carefully, but I still fail to see why you want me so badly. In the face of his silence, she smiled. It seems forward, I know, but I have always known what I've wanted in life, ever since I was a little girl. Someone strong, a man who doesn't piss or pin over tradition. Someone willing to stand up for himself and what he believes in. She turned aside then, her eyes downcast. Until you came along, I was beginning to lose hope. I'd never thought I would find someone like that. Unfortunately for you, and here she did raise her gaze, eyes bright and determined. You've come into my life at the worst possible time and done exactly what I had hoped to do, turned my entire clan on his head. I expect you to take responsibility for what you've done. And then, just as swiftly as her sharing had shown itself, so to did it fade, those charcoal orbs unexpectedly softening. "Do you not find me attractive?" she asked, tucking an arm around her waist whilst she spoke. As a fellow Uchiah, "Oh, dear God, she's adorable." Nar felt a trickle of blood trickle down his nose and promptly slapped himself. Just who the hell was he staring at here? Itachi's mom. Itachi's mom. Itachi's mom. I have to calm down before I go and do something stupid. And yet his mind was screaming at him, telling him that this was the woman responsible for giving birth to Itachi and Sasake. By all rights, they might not exist now after what he'd done to Fugaku. But a small part of him cried foul at the thought of eradicating Itachi from existence. He tried to shut down all thoughts of mutual attraction from his mind, but to no avail. They clung like a stain to his brain, resisting all attempts to be scrubbed off and clean. And as such, he wasn't quite ruining the next words that emerged from his mouth. Well, you're certainly not unattractive. Gay. These Uchiha really spoke their minds, didn't they? She wasn't anything like Itachi or Sasake. Nothing at all. He didn't remember either of them being like, "Well, this he was swiftly losing himself. Nar was. And their spar had yet to even begin." Well, when you put it that way, begin. She dove at him, her body a live blur. Ebony treses streaming out behind her as she threw the first punch. His new eyes saw it coming a mile away. What they didn't see was her hand emerging from the pouch at her back. The blow had been a faint. Naruto's head snapped to the right, his mouth snapping shut with a harsh click as something screamed towards his face at brief nickel speed. He felt something catch between his teeth, and only then did he realize he'd caught a canai between his teeth. Makoto gave him no time to try and process his small victory. However, her hands siththing towards his neck in a devastating arc that if successful, would surely leave an awful bruise if it connected. He'd learned since a young age to underestimate the strength of a new Chiha. Certainly not one in her prime. With a hiss, his head arched backward, taking the canai between his teeth and shooting it back at her with the sheer force of his tongue alone. A thin slice opened upon the older Ichiha's cheek, earning him the briefest of surprised snarls. His hand snared her wrist in a vixious vice, biting down with enough force to shatter bone. This same technique had broken wrist hours before. Makoto didn't even flinch. Naruto saw it then the chakra circling in her veins strengthening her body granting her resilience momentarily surpassing his own strength. Not bad, she conceded. But but he challenged but I can do better. Makoto scissored her legs beneath him, depriving both of their balance. The Uzu Maki turned to Chiha had a heartbeat to realize just how much he was beginning to enjoy their little spar before that old instinct of his kicked in, sending his new body wereing into action. Sharing eyes flared, he saw her heel come sweeping towards him an instant before Makoto began the motion. In the blink of an eye, he launched himself upright, planting his knee into her stomach. He braced himself then, readying for the counterattack. That never came. Makoto crumpled like a sack of potatoes, her body flopping like a wet noodle to the ground. Oh crap. He'd underestimated his strength. Just what kind of awful power dwelt in this new body of his to fell someone with a single blow. Stooping to a knee, he began to check for a pulse, silently fearing the worse. He hadn't killed her, had he? A harsh cough from Makoto swiftly disabused him of such a notion. She was still breathing though stunned by the blow to her stomach. Al the same "Sorry," Nar murmured. "Guess I don't know my own strength." "Impressive," she gasped up at him. "Your strength exceeds everything I thought it would be." "Truly, as promised, I nope." "What?" I said, "No." Nar felt he might be making the biggest blunder of his life, but still he shook his head. Don't force yourself for the sake of your clan. I detest that more than anything, he hated it when people were lying to themselves. He wanted no part of this if the Aerys didn't truly want him. And for a moment, he thought he'd been right. Makoto stared up at him for a long moment, her dark eyes disbelieving, her expression torn somewhere between anger and amused eye as though she found this whole speech of his incredibly funny. A joke even. Then she straightened, albeit with some effort, refusing all attempts at aence. Whoever said I was forcing anything, fool. Her hands closed around his visage and drew him forward, their faces now centimeters apart. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted you. Huh? Makoto looked like she was going to say something else, but she didn't. Instead, she smiled, leaned up, and kissed him. Nar shivered, a small tremor of desire arcing up his spine. But desire wasn't enough to hold him to Makoto no mad roam much lust he might feel in that regard. It took a great deal of effort to break away, but