Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but many characters in this story are of my own original design. As well as the entire premise.

I'm new to this writing thing so any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. It goes without saying though that if you see it fit to shower me with praises they are more than welcomed. Lol. I hope you enjoy.

Springing forward to clutch the extended branch ahead of him, Naruto sped through the trees as if being chased by a demon. However, in this case he was in actuality the demon's pursuer. With his heart pounding loudly in his chest like tribal drums he raged on. Breath laboured, for he had been running for quite some time, he bounded forward with his glaring eyes fixed on the familiar and dreadfully despised chakra flow off in the distance. He was getting closer. His blood already at a boil he drew his kunai ready to leap from the trees and nestle it into the heart of his enemy. But wait, the chakra, although familiar was also muddled in the simultaneous release of an unknown flow. It was slightly different as if it had been meshed with some foreign but distinctive catalyst. Yet, although distinct, the flows were still as if one. Drawing closer he slowed. Landing on a branch he knelt on one knee and peered ahead at the site of a fight. Before him there were three ninjas shrouded in a black garb that revealed only their eyes and a small boy, fending off their advancing barrage of attacks.

Masahiro was well verse in the art of ninjitsu. Although still only a genin he exhibited a thorough understanding of the ancient art and was surprisingly capable of using a vast array of jutsu not commonly associated with his bloodline. Always the top of his class he was assuredly on his way to become one of his village's most skilled shinobi. He had always thought himself prepared to put his abilities to the test and there was no more so a time to challenge this theory than right now. The three ninjas facing him were obviously well trained. Attacking aggressively with thoughtfully choreographed moves that seemed formulated to play specifically to each of their strengths they bounded forward. Withdrawing and sometimes just barely avoiding their fatal blows, Masahiro studdied there pattern and when he felt confident enough he finally went on the offensive. Tossing an exploding kunai at the feet of his opponents he launched himself backwards as it exploded suceeding in creating between him and his attackers some room. Clasping his hands together he quickly carried out the handsigns necessary to call upon the power of his ninjitsu. A ninja technique indicative of his clan. Finishing the hand signs he shouted aloud.

" BYAKUGAN!!!"

The cry ran long and clear in Naruto's ear. It had been thirteen years since he'd heard that cry and just as long since he'd seen it performed. For a few seconds he stood motionless. His interest now peaked he studied the boy even more. Already realizing that it was his strange combination of ckakra that had drawn him here he watched closely as he executed his techniques. Technique after technique brought memories of times past flooding back to his mind. The byakugan, the kage bunshin no jutsu ( shadow clone technique), katon goukakyu no jutsu ( grand fireball technique) and the most alarming of them all, the rasengan.

"Impossible." he thought to himself. " How could this child have mastered so many jutsu at such an age. He looks barely fifteen."

Now fully scrutinizing him he was left dumbfounded at the emblem on the headband tied on the boy's head. It was a leaf. A single leaf that was recognized by shonobi and people across the nation as the emblem of the village that is known to posess the will of fire. The Hidden Leaf Village of Konoha. His former home.

Masahiro had managed to take out one of his opponents. The next two were proving quite a task though. He had used quite a lot of his jutsus and his eyes were reaching their limit in their byakugan state. Though as skilled as he was for a ninja his age that same age and lack of fighting experience was beginning to tell. Much of his concentration and an immense supply of his chakra had to be dedicated to holding the byakugan and now running low his eyes retuned to their natural blue, unlike that of the more light shade of grey carried by the rest of his clan. Plus, his body was no where near conditioned enough to keep up with his two foes. The outcome of the fight was evident. He was being pummeled now. Unable to outmaneuver his opponents anymore they were just toying with him. Tossed to the earth and too weak to defend himself anymore he lay there, expecting the last and final blow to come at any moment as the two advanced toward him with kunais in hand. Clenching his teeth in anticipation he was reside to his fate when from above came a kunai landing upright into the earth between both him and the other two ninja.

Springing into action Naruto leapt from the tree and tossed an exploding kunai right in the middle of the combatants. Before the kunai even peirced the earth he was behind the boy. Pulling him from behind he launched himself back, away from the resulting detonation. Before the dust could settle he released the child and in the blink of an eye made his way into the cover of smoke. Masahiro was confused. He had seen the kunai but how he had escaped the explosion or who it was that pulled him was all a blur of about a second. Through the smoke he could hear the clashing of steel and the grunting of pain as blows were landed. In the midst of the smoke he noticed someone not there before. He was in a cloak, his hair a spikey yellow. A bit like his actually and in his hand was a kunai placed at the throat of one of the black ninjas. The other lay at their feet with a kunai standing buried upright almost to the hilt in his chest. The stranger proceeded to interrogate the ninja with the kunai forcing it tighter against the man's throat with every negative reply. The ninja was resolute inspite of his position and with a wry smile pulled from his back an exploding tag and with his one free hand set it off blowing to pieces both him and the unknown ninja.

Masahiro was left to ponder. This new stranger had arrived on the scene so abruptly and had left the same way. In the blink of an eye, dead. Now standing behind him Naruto watched the boy recognizing his spikey yellow hair, a bit like his actually and contemplating on the mystery of the boy's multiple jutsus when something caught his eye. Sitting upright now Masahiro reached into his shirt and pulled out a picture of a woman. With tears in his eyes he kissed it before uttering,

" I'm sorry."

On seeing the picture Naruto's attention switched, " Who's picture is that boy?" he demanded in a rough, almost angered tone. Masahiro, startled by the voice behind him, sprang up to his feet and attempted to get away but only managed a few steps before tumbling back to the ground looking up at the man behind him. It was the stranger. But how. He had seen him killed by the exploding tag.

" How?" he thought, scrambling to recall the events of the last few minutes.

" Answer me boy, who is that woman to you?" Naruto barked clearly infuriated at the boy's reluctance to answer. Gathering his compusure, Masahiro, wincing in pain forced himself to his feet.

" That's none of your business." he replied, showing no sign of fear in his face.

Naruto had been patient long enough, on reaching the boy in what seemed to Masahiro like one step, he snatched the picture from his grasp and slapped him with the back of his hand across his face sending the child sprawling. No longer taking notice of the boy Naruto steered at the picture.

" Why does he have a picture of her? Who is this boy?" he thought with eyes still lossed in the photo. Masahiro became enraged and somehow found new strength. " That's my mother you bastard!" he shouted charging toward Naruto with a kunai drawn. Without taking his eye off the photo Naruto sidestepped the boy's mad charge and struck him in the back of his neck leaving him unconsious on the earth.

" Mother?!" he said in an alarming voice.

Watching down at Masahiro, he now found himself coming to his own unbeleivable conclusion. " Hinata," Naruto continued looking down at the picture as if carrying on a conversation with it.

" Your son? Is this your son?" Naruto now stood over the boy no longer looking at the picture he watched the child layed out before him.

" Hinata," he muttered softly " is this my son?"