Yo, the prologue for a new story, hope you enjoy.

Just wanna specify a few things before you get into things.

I don't write to often so don't expect updates too often. I write for fun, so the moment this becomes work over fun, I'm out.

*Eleven Years ago*

"A night like any other…" he thought as a gentle breeze passed his shoulder and displaced a portion of his hair, "That's what tonight should look like to those who don't know any better…" his hand had found it's way to the offending locks and returned them promptly to where they belong. He looked to his friends, the two of which he had the common sense to tell about tonight just in case anything were to happen, only to see them staring back just as knowingly. "But what they don't realize is-" he was abruptly shocked out of thought by one of them delivering a swift, but playful chop on his head.

"Would you relax already?" The teen voiced a hearty laugh at the expense of his friend, "I swear, I can actually see the smoke leaving your ears!"

"You know," the third chimed, "I could always go in and check for a fire if you're that worried." This time both teens laughed at him.

He stopped in his tracks and glared right through the two, "Morons. I can already tell they won't be of much use tonight. Maybe you two didn't get what I meant when I said we'd be the FIRST LINE of defense if something happens-" he paused, realizing his comrades were opting to laugh over listening to his explanation of the situation. "And that's another thing? How can you be so carefree at a time like this?! I mean, if any ONE thing could go wrong and we're not prepared, it could be disastrous! Do you not get that?!"

The pair stopped laughing, they looked at each other and then back at him. "Well?" he asked placing a hand on his hip.

"Talk about the pot calling the kettle black…" The shortest of the three muttered.

"What?!" he cried out.

"He's got a point you know." The broader of the three intervened, "Any other day, and you'd be just as relaxed as we are… Hell, you'd probably be more relaxed." he smiled, planting a firm hand on his friend's shoulder. "But suddenly just because of 'you know what', you're all stressed out and making us 'patrol' our own village with you like it's a freakin war zone."

He took a moment to look around, seeing that they were drawing a great deal of attention, from civilians and shinobi alike when he let out a great sigh. "That's the idea but still... I know" he relented, guiding them to a nearby stall so nonchalantly that most wouldn't believe that he was so worked up just moments ago. "It's just… This is so important to me…" he admitted, looking from the brunette to the blond, "This is the night that history will be written and told for generations to come... be it the night that life went on for the people of the hidden leaf or the night that they are subject to great tragedy and everything they know will be destroyed in the wake of the fighting"

"I get how you feel…" The large brunette nodded, "And I know the Hokage and Sarutobi's wife are there with her, but I just can't shake the feelin somethings gonna happen… I'd feel a bit more comfortable if Jiraiya were here too… But what with that whole, Orochimaru business, I'd understand that he's busy." He noticed the visible cringe that his friend produced even at the man's name. "Besides, it doesn't matter if he's not here. Like you said it's why we're here now. It's why me and the moron even went through the trouble of bringing everybody in on this thing."

"Yup!" the other chimed, not even being phased by the slight against him. "You wouldn't believe how easy it was to convince the others! Hell, we just had to say 'Takumi said' and they hopped right on board!"

The teen plopped his head on the counter and let out a sigh, "So they're all out in the village as well... Well, I guess we can loosen up a bit then." He waved over the attendant to place an order as his friends roared at the immediate change in his attitude.

"See!? That's the spirit! Now… Let's. Get. Us. Some. S.A.K.E!" the short one chanted.

"Alcohol?" The brunette shook his head, "I mean I know the Hyuga can handle drinking and fighting but are you sure that's the best idea?"

"Oh, come on!? What's the worst that could happe-?" he paused, turning violently in the direction of a new and foul presence. "Me and my big mouth…." He groaned, looking over at his friends solemnly.

"Takumi! We need those eyes of yours!" the big one yelled, grabbing the smaller one by the shoulder and placing his free hand on the Hyuga.

"Yes... This is it... The moment I prove it! Hang on tight! I'm taking us straight there!" He raised his left hand forming a single seal as they vanished without a trace.

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*A few hours later*

It had only lasted for what felt like a few brief moments; so much had occurred that he had trouble remembering what was instinct and what was intended. "Look at this mess Sensei…" he whispered to the dying man who he kneeled before. "So many foolishly lost their lives because of us and our varying ideas of peace…" shaking his head, he observed the carnage around them. "Perhaps in some ways, you and I are still foolish ourselves…" he thought of their fight just moments before. "In fact, that man made quite an impression on me sensei... So much so that I think he's got the right idea... To be the 'strongest'… That's how peace can be achieved… To make others subject to your will…" His Hokage reached for him, trying to pull him closer. "Everything is an effort to grow stronger… And thanks to you and Kushina… I have… Goodbye sens-… Minato." he spared the man one last look into his eyes as he stood.

The teen swiftly departed, and not a moment too soon as the third Hokage arrived on the scene with Anbu close behind. "Minato!" he cried out, rushing to the man's side. "Minato look at me! Where is Kushina!? Where is the fox?!" he watched intently as the blond gestured in the distance with his already outstretched hand, to which he sent the Anbu to find what they could.

"Ta-" he labored.

"Minato! You must save your strength! Speak only when it's vita-" He stopped when he felt the man's cold hand reach up and grasp his clothes to pull him closer.

"T-Ta-ku-mi." He all but whispered. "P-pl-ease… S-stop… Him." His grip faltered, and his arm returned to his side. Hiruzen briefly recalled the second Hokage as he was reminded of the greatest perk of the job, sacrifice.

"What have you found?" The Third's eyes never left the hero as the curt words left his lips.

"A woman and a child, my lord." They responded briefly, passing the note forward to his Hokage.

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Yo, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the story.

I thought it'd be best to give a brief description of the night the nine tails was unleashed to give some exposition of the changes I've instilled. I intend to keep the obito/madara angle of the fight in only with another player in the mix. Another who is on his own deluded quest for peace.

Know its kinda cliche but try to ignore my atrocious spelling, grammar, and punctuation. More to come soon,

Peace.