Unknown Location, 7:00PM

Drip, drip, drop, drop. The sound of rain colliding against the earth as the sky cried in misery pouring over a war stricken country. Buildings were in shambles and bodies had laid in the streets. The few remaining survivors in the village were either hiding in fear of death or grieving in the open streets over the loss of their precious people.

Dull blue eyes had opened slowly to stare at the sky. A child no older than eight years old was laying on the ground appearing to be unscathed. Where was he?

Questions had started to bubble up as he gotten up from laying in the wet street. Exhaustion instantly washed over him as his stomach groaned in hunger. Blonde hair once spikey was flattened against his head due to the rain. He looked around dazed and confused not comprehending of what was occurring before him.

The boy barely started to walk stumbling over debris and corpses of the fallen. He didn't know how to react to the desecration that laid before him. Should he mourn over the fallen even though he had no clue who they were? Would they have done the same if he were in his position?

The blondes stomach growled louder in hunger and exhaustion raked over him once more. Have to find someone, anyone… he thought to himself. He then heard a noise up the road from him as he turned his eyes towards an individual, another boy, with long red hair, pale skin, and tattered clothing.

"Help" rasped the blonde as he had fallen to his knees barely able to stand anymore losing any energy that he had left. Not a second later had darkness started to cling to the boys vision.

It's no use. I can't. thought the blonde in despair as he finally succumbed to darkness letting himself fall prey to the world.

Unknown Location, 10:00PM

The boy's eyes fluttered open as he felt heat wrap around his body. A small fire was alight in an alcove sheltering him from the rain. The rain was still pouring outside and darkness had fallen across the town.

But who… he thought as he looked around to find the red head from before staring at him from across the fire. He looked even skinner and paler than when the blonde saw him. And his clothes were in no better shape.

"Here" he said as he brought out what appeared to a chunk of bread. "I tore off any mold that was on it so it should be fine to eat".

The blonde sat up slowly and thanked him as he then snatched the bread quickly scarfing it down and licked any remaining crumbs off his hands.

"What's your name? Mines Nagato" said the red head looking curiously at the blonde.

"I don't…" The blonde tried to say but trailed off. Did he truly not know his own name? He looked quizzically down at the fire consuming the firewood. He couldn't remember. Not anything from his age to where he was even born.

Then it came to him like a wall slamming into him. The only thing he could remember, the one word that he recognized. "Naruto… my name is Naruto."

Two Months Later, Amegakure, 5:00PM

The two boys laughed as they came up to their small dingy house. Truthfully, it was someone else's house but as the two them came to live in it no one has shown up to claim it for their own. The two did what they could to clean up and survive yet it never truly felt as if it was truly home.

After meeting, Nagato and Naruto quickly became friends some would even say best friends. Soon after a few days and some intense questioning by Nagato it was clear that Naruto had lost his memories since he had no recollection of who he was other than his name.

Naruto had learned they were in Amegakure, the Village Hidden in the Rain. This village was always subjected to war and destruction as it existed in the middle of all the major countries. Even if Ame wasn't a part of the war troops from neighboring villages would be sent in to face others causing devastation. Their current leader, Hanzo, was corrupt and neglectful to his people for letting them endure in such pitiful state.

Naruto could distinctly remember a conversation that played out between the two of them as they discussed war and it's unquenchable thirst for destruction in the name of victory. They both wanted a world where everyone could be happy so that no one would be like Nagato or him. Though the two just laughed as they thought it was impossible for two small boys to really change anything.

Naruto had just opened the door when he showed Nagato he had stolen a couple of apples from the only market in town. The red head gasped with shock and adoration as he quickly grabbed one of the three apples and started chowing down. The delicious tang and sweetness of the apples cheered the mood of the two boys as they hadn't eaten in the past day. Narutos skills were a godsend in Nagato's opinion.

After the apples were eaten up the two of them grabbed supplies to start a small fire the night. It was rare to find wood that wasn't completely drenched by the never ending rain so they could only make fires in rare occasions.

It was in that moment that Naruto felt truly happy. His lived with someone he cared about and they even had a home to where they could survive. It could keep them warm and out of the depressing rain. Everything was coming together, finally. In this night, however, could be described as the worst night in Narutos history.

A voice interrupted the two boys "Well, well, looks like there's not one but two boys here" it was a shrill high toned voice. Naruto and Nagato whipped around to stare at a wall where the strange voice had come from.

"Who's there?" whispered Naruto trying to sound as brave as possible. He and Nagato gasped as they witnessed green hair emerge from the wall followed by a sickly pale figure with yellow eyes staring down at the both of them.

Nagato and Naruto dropped any supplies that they were holding as they both stared in shock at the figure that just came out of their wall.

"He definitely said the boy with the red hair" said the green haired figure pointing at Nagato. "Although… the blonde does hold immense chakra reserves, much larger than the other."

"Who are you!" screamed Nagato whose courage dissipated immediately once the figure's yellow eyes glanced at him.

"I'm Zetsu, of course!" said the newly named Zetsu feigning shock.

The boys started to shudder in fear as the sickly pale figure stepped towards the both of them. "Now, who to pick" he muttered to himself. Then it was as if he had the most brilliant thought as he said "I know exactly how to pick!" as sickly grin spread across his face.

"P-pick for what?" asked Naruto taking a couple steps backwards.

The green haired person looked at the boys and said "To have the illustrious honor of bearing Madara's eyes".

Fear bloomed within the two boys as neither wanted someone else's eyes inside of them. We have to run. Have to get away. This twisted man isn't going to hurt us! thought a panicked Naruto as he grabbed Nagato as they ran from their home into the pouring rain.

"You don't want to play?" asked now fading figure. His voice still lingered inside of Naruto's mind like he recognized the voice from somewhere… but where?

The two boys ran down the street as they passed through a large group of people, through the alley way jumping over large rubble, and into an abandoned building where the only habitants were insects and mice.

"D-do you think you he followed us?" asked Nagato glancing out into the rain trying to catch his breath

"Nah, we definitely out ran that weirdo" Naruto said with a cocky grin.

"The sun is just about to set, we need to either find a place to hide or head out for the village in the dark" Nagato said to the blonde.

Naruto, finally catching his breath, began to contemplate which choice was the best. Just as he was about to answer two white hands shot through the ground beneath the two of them grabbing them both by their shirt collars.

Zetsu then emerged from the ground his yellow eyes fixed on its captives. "My, my, that was a fun game" he said with a shrill voice "now it's my turn."

"Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe" sang the figure as he released both the boys as they fell the ground. Before the two could run Zetsu grabbed them both by their throats holding them against the damp earth.

Gasping and trying to pry the white hands off the boys failed to escape the iron grip encasing their throats. Zetsu then grinned wider and began to sing the next line. "Catch a tiger by the toe."

Fear flooded through Narutos body as he quickly discerned what Zetsu wanted. He needed someone to have Madara's eyes and that was either going to be him or Nagato. He's going to kill one of us! Naruto thought with panic as the white hands squeezed tighter around both the boys throats.

"If he hollers let him go" the white figure continued as Nagato gasped clawing at the white man's hand to no avail.

"Madara told me to pick the very best one -This is it thought Naruto in despair- and that is you!"

In that moment Naruto thought he was dead. He didn't feel like he was being choked nor felt any pain. Was he free from being in any pain any longer? No, he didn't want to die. He wanted to change the world with Nagato, to change Amegakure at least, so everyone could be happy; even if it all was just a pipedream.

Then, almost instantly, oxygen flooded into lungs. Gasping and coughing Naruto's vision cleared up to look at Zetsu giving a sickly grin to half-dead Nagato. It was clear who the man had picked. Nagato had looked from Zetsu to Naruto in complete horror as they both knew what was about to happen.

The red head reached his hand out for his friend as Naruto could only helplessly stare back.

"No" Naruto choked out as tears began to pool in his eyes. He couldn't let this man kill his only friend. It was only Nagato and him. He can't kill you, Nagato! We have to save the world remember?! thought the blonde in shock as he watched unable to do a single thing.

-Snap- . In that instant Nagato's body ceased to moved and stared lifelessly at the blonde. His only friend was now dead leaving him alone in this world.

Zetsu then stood up looking down at Naruto with a grin "Now, hold still and this won't take long at all"

In that moment the blonde was frozen from the events that had just occurred. He felt something tight restraining him to the earth keeping him from running.

The white man held up a container filled with a mysterious liquid with what appeared to be two purple multi-ringed eyes.

"Let the fun begin"

The Next Day, Amegakure, 12:00PM

Naruto had walked away from the abandoned building. It was like he was in a dream as everything seemed to slow around him. He continued to walk aimlessly through the town. Where would he go now? His only friend was gone and he didn't know who he was except for his name.

What should he do?

In a twist of fate Naruto had bumped into a very important person.

"Who the h-" said a deep voice as it interrupted itself once it caught sight of Naruto.

The blonde looked up to see who he had ran into. The man was a rather muscular of above-average height, with long blond hair reaching down to his back and a prominent scar on his right cheek. His eyes a normal white sclerae and brown irises. He had a dark hat on his head and his lower face was mostly obscured by a helmet-like respirator. His attire consisted of a loose wetsuit-like outfit typical of his village, accented by bandages wrapped around his wrists and lower legs, a flask jacket with swirls on the chest-plate, standard shinobi sandals and a dark cloak that reached down below his waist.

"Boy, do you know you just ran into" growled the man as he stooped down to boys level. In response Naruto didn't say a word and stared at the man.

Once the blonde's eyes were in clear view the man had nearly gasped at what he saw. Deep purple eyes with multiple rings surrounding the iris. The strangest thing was barely dried blood surrounded the eyes.

"My name is Hanzo" the man said not letting his interest being detected by the blonde. "You can stay here if you wish and live amongst the poor… -Naruto didn't say anything but look up at Hanzo- or… you can join me."

Naruto clenched his fists tightly, nearly drawing blood in fact. To join a man that kept his village in this state would be disgraceful to Nagato's name. Except… If he joined Hanzo that would make him that much closer to realizing their dream.

"You better make up a decision soon." grunted Hanzo as he began to walk away. Not a second later had the blonde followed very closely to the man.

"Good. We have a lot of work to do. Don't let me down kid" said Hanzo as he grabbed the blonde by the shoulder and the two of them disappeared without a trace.

Onlookers could only gape at what had just happened. To see Hanzo take in a frail orphan, it was unheard of. One person, a man with white hair and red marks on his cheeks, frowned at what he just saw.

He held up his arm to signal a retreat.

"Jiraiya, are you sure about this?" muttered a pale man with long black hair. To which the newly named Jiraiya nodded with certainty as he and his reluctant squad began to move away from the village to figure out their next plan.

To Be Continued

Authors Notes:

This was definitely someone else's idea but I decided to revamp and change it up because of the immense potential I saw in it.

This story could definitely go all over the place so please review to give me feedback on what you guys just read and follow/favorite if you want to read more!

By the way this isn't going to a God-Like scenario, no relationship has been determined as of yet, and it's definitely time travel.