CSA Version 11Parallel EternityEternity is Not What it Seems
Parallel: Eternity
Summary: When the Kazama Clan fell, one Hatake Kakashi was sent to the past by the will of his dead love. He changed everything by dying in the place of a friend, and 4,000 years have passed… It is a time where technology rules, and Naruto and Kakashi have been reincarnated. Can Quatre and Trieze have what they couldn't in their previous lives? GWNaruto X-over
prologue
Konohagakure no Sato in the heart of Fire Country was in mourning. The last of the Kazama Clan was gone, and there would never again be a blue eyed Oracle wandering the village, and guiding the Hidden Leaf through rough times. The Kazama Clan had finally fallen, and those who had lived through the previous Oracles suddenly felt defenseless, as though a long standing defense had suddenly vanished.
In many ways, it was the truth. Konoha had always had an Oracle to guide the village from the very moment of its founding. The Oracle Sorasmaru had met the Shodai Hokage through her distant kin, Uchiha Madara, and had guided him to build his village in its current position. Soramaru had become so besotted with the infant village, that she had settled in Konoha permanently, and started a family. Ever since then, Soramaru's children had lived and protected the village. By the power of the Oracle, Konoha had become one of the greatest Ninja Villages to ever exist, and now that the line of Oracles had broken…
Would the village fall without an Oracle? Konoha was entering its most difficult times. They were now to live without an Oracle. The Oracle, who had guided them, protected them…
Kakashi stood inside the house that Naruto and his friends had resided in for so long. All around, he could see the signs of daily life in the Oracle Manor. In that sink were the remnants of dirty dishes, and pots and pans still soaking and waiting to be washed. On that table was that delicate flower-like cup from which Naruto and his housemates tended to drink their tea. On the kitchen counter was a pile of vegetables, set to the side for preparation of the next meal, and in a large bowl next to the vegetables was a hunk of frozen meat, still thawing.
In the living room, was that single glass table surrounded by the couches and sofa, and there were signs of preparations for war. There were those shuriken, which had been left out because they were dull, the kunai that had not been taken because the wrappings on the handle was loose, and the blade was chipped. There was that extra roll of nin-wire that had been left behind, and the small sack of soldier pills, and slung over that chair was a jacket, and in that corner was a set of weights.
Kakashi wandered through the house, until he reached a room which had housed the one person he had ever loved most.
Naruto…
The young Oracle rarely wore bright colors unless he was inside the village, even then, it was usually as a jacket that could be quickly thrown off and turned inside out so the dark lining would be more appropriate for a ninja's line of work. Kakashi opened the door slowly and stepped inside.
The emblem of Konoha and the Oracle seemed to be the theme in that room, and there, hanging on a hook was Naruto's formal robes. Over there was that little sleeping cap that he had outgrown and stopped wearing when he turned ten. On that bedside table was a picture of Naruto and the four teens Anko and Ibiki tended to call the Pilots, and that picture was surrounded by that team photo that had been taken not long after Team Seven had been officially passed, and there were pictures of Naruto at a party with the ANBU who watched him surrounding him. There was even a picture of the boy with his arms around Iruka's shoulders as the two laughed toward the camera.
Kakashi picked up the sleeping cap and pressed his face against it, and breathed in. He could smell Naruto on it, the scent of ramen and sunshine, with warm green tea, and the cold metallic scent of the kunai and shuriken that was a part of every ninja's arsenal, and the faintest traces of blood and tears, all of which made up Naruto's unique scent.
Tears sprang once more to his eyes, and Kakashi sat down heavily on Nauto's bed, clutching the hat to his chest. The pillow shifted, and there was a crinkling of paper.
Curious, his tugged the paper out from beneath the pillow. His name had been written on it, underneath it was a seal that resembled a chakra seal, so Kakashi channeled his chakra into the seal. If he had been less desperate to find a way to ignore the fact that Naruto was dead, he'd have knwn better. As it was, the seal glowed then all Kakashi knew was darkness…
Kakashi opened his eyes and froze. Then he sat up and looked around. There were the tatami floors, the dark green futon, over there was the… What in seven hells was going on?
There was something in his hand, and Kakashi glanced down and his eyes widened as the seal he had activated faded before his eyes and Naruto's scrawling script materialized on the paper.
"Kakashi… Those who have even a drop of Kazama blood are always constrained by fate. Those who do not are not so much so. I have done my best, this seal was a safeguard if I were to die before my work is complete. Now you are my Mouth. Carry this with you at all times and good luck. You will be the Ark that will carry Konoha into a brighter future. Go first and seek out the Oracle Chizuru and show her this note. She will finalize your position as the Mouth to her successor, the Oracle Kazama Kazuki. This requires utmost secrecy, and only Chizuru will know of your origins from the future. She will guide you as best as she can. By now, you are aware of where and when you are. From this point on, the rest is up to you. Sincerely, Kazama Kazuki, Oracle."
Kakashi stared at the scrap of paper in horror. He had been sent back in time…
There was a weight on his body, his left, if the numb feeling was any indication.
"—ashi!"
What…?
"—kashi-kun!"
"—mit! Wh—yo—stard?!"
I'm sorry…
"—sa—stre— on't t—alk…"
I wish I could see what's coming…
"—ld on! Ka—!"
I see him… Naruto… He's smiling at me…
"You—od Ka—Naru—oud…"
Yeah… I'm coming Naruto…I love you…
Then there was only silence and darkness…
The war with Hidden Stone had ended, and the remnants of Team Seven stood together. Kakashi's funeral had been held not too long ago, but this time, for whatever reason, the Yondaime had insisted on his team attending this dedication.
Rin and Obito would learn for the first time the reason behind their younger teammate's depression, and why he received so much leeway, especially from the Kazama Clan and the Hokage.
Whatever they had been expecting, the knowledge that the Kakashi they knew was the adult Kakashi from the future, and the Mouth to a yet unborn Oracle.
Kakashi was receiving a dedication that was given to all Mouths for their service with Kazama Chizuru performing the dedication by right of Ancestry to the unborn Oracle that Kakashi served…
When Magami Tokiko was pregnant with Kazama Arashi's child, sixteen year old Natsume Rin and Uchiha Obito could only exchange sad looks, remembering from the dedication years before that this child was the Oracle for whom Kakashi had traveled through time. The Kyuubi was coming, and all the two could do was don their respective masks, Rin's as a member of Konoha's Hunter ninja force, and Obito's as a member of the elite ANBU Corps, and go out to fight.
Kazama Chizuru, still alive, and only clinging to the last vestiges of her sanity with the help of her brother, his bride, and her Mouth, knocked out her brother, and set out to the battlefield…
May 25, 195 AC
Quatre glanced up as he walked, squinting his eyes against the noon-time sun's glare. He was unaware of the figure following him.
Suddenly, as he passed an alley, almost forgotten instincts flared, and Quatre made to leap away just as a dark figure leapt toward him. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the figure knew what he was thinking, shifted, and Quatre found an arm around his waist, and a gloved hand over his mouth as he was dragged bodily into the alleyway.
"Don't scream," a familiar voice said, "I just want to ask you a question."
The hand left his mouth, and Quatre took the chance to reply harshly, "You could have simply walked up to me to ask."
"But would you have listened to me, Uzumaki Naruto?"
Quatre stiffened. "Where did you hear that name?" he hissed.
"When I was twenty-six," the voice said, "I passed my first team of students. Six months later, I entered them into an exam that would promote them to the next level in military ranking. An invasion took place, and Uzumaki Naruto intercepted a fatal blow for our military leader, and later died in my arms just after confessing his feelings to me." The arm around his waist tightened.
"Ka-Kakashi?!" Quatre whispered, shocked.
Yes, Once I was known as Hatake Kakashi, now, I am Trieze Kushrenada."
"The leader of OZ…" Quatre breathed. He twisted in Trieze's arms and looked into ice blue eyes. His lips curved in a wry smile before he frowned. "How do you remember all of this? I remember it because I had the Yochigan, but you?"
"I'm not quite sure," Trieze admitted. He paused and his free hand lifted to tenderly trace Quatre's face. "What you said before you died…"
"I meant it," Quatre said.
Trieze smiled. "I'm glad. What we had, but never had a chance to share… I'd like to have that now, if possible."
Quatre smiled. "Live. Survive this war. And at the end of everything, we'll see."
Trieze frowned. "Why?"
Quatre's smiled became enigmatic and he leaned up to brush his lips against Trieze's. He moved away and murmured, "Because as of two months ago, I, Quatre Raberba Winner, became a soldier who opposes you in this war."
He leaned in, pressed his lips against Trieze's once more, pulled away, and vanished out of the alley and into the crowd.
Trieze stood there, his mind blank.
"Opposite sides…" his eyes filled with sorrow. "Naruto…"
TBC…
Totally Random Babbling… Or Not: This is the Other sequel to Parallel Surreality. We've jumped forward, as you can see. This story is primarily focused in the GW universe with flashbacks every once in a while and the occasional discussion about the good old days.
SanadaSayuri