Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
Rating: M for Language and Violence.
" You say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will as one. "
Prologue.
"Naruto, it's a beautiful name."
"…This is your dad. Listen…to your nagging mother."
"Naruto…you're going to experience a lot of pain and suffering. Remember who you are! Find a goal…a dream…and don't stop until it comes true. There's…there's so much more that I want to say…to teach you…I want to stay with you… I love you."
Labored breathing could be heard in the small room. Unfocused eyes darted around as if searching for a creature embraced by the pitch black darkness that was blanketing the room with only glimmers of the fluorescent light of the moon through the window.
Movement is heard when nearly inaudible footsteps glide over the wooden floor, heading to the small opening where a bright light glows.
The door slowly creaks open as a body shuffles into the bathroom. Water splashes with flesh, ridding him of all the sweat and fatigue on his face. Drying off his face, the boy stares into the mirror.
For a boy his age – or any age rather – he is quite handsome. Unruly blonde sun-kissed hair at the top of his head, that alone would have set him apart from the people of Hi no Kuni – who are predominantly dark haired.
Dark whisker-like marks marred his tan cheeks giving him a slightly feral look. The most mesmerizing aspect of his face were his cerulean orbs that become brighter than the day sky to his precious people and a darker, cold azure to his enemies.
This boy is Namikaze Naruto.
Unknown to the Sandaime Hokage, Naruto was aware of his heritage. After all, he had seen them in visions.
'Or rather memories.'he thought to himself.
He had been haunted by memories of that terrible night that occurred during his birth since he was eight years old. He closed his eyes.
A woman with fiery red hair using every ounce of chakra, to hold down the Kyūbi no Yoko, through her chains.
A man with golden hair and azure eyes flashing into the crashing room only to flash them out to safety.
A large malevolent creation of chakra in the form of a Fox stabbing through the chests of the golden haired man and the red haired woman.
The old man in a battle kimono putting him to sleep after the sealing of the beast.
Yes. He remembered it all.
He remembered that his parents died protecting him and the village.
He remembered their faces.
He remembered their last words.
"I love you, Naruto."
His eyes shot open and staring back at him were silver rippled eyes with three concentric circles around the pupil.
'I am Namikaze Naruto, son of the Kiiroi Senko and Akai Chishio no Habanero.'
Silver eyes faded back to azure, blazing with determination.
'And I am Child of Prophecy.'