Author's note is at the end!

Edited and read through at 12/31/2011: Fixed grammar and other issues.

I walked towards the hot spring's entrance. 'Man, what a tiring day. I had to write three full length essays, along with a bitch of a project. I delivered them late, too! That's only the second time this year, though, and thank god's it's almost finished,'I thought to myself.

I was a twenty one year old college student, fairly tall, dark blonde hair that was cut short as to not get into my eyes, slightly tanned skin and a fit body because of my habit of doing an exaggerating jog whenever I could, and making sure I moved around as much as I could. Nothing remarkable other than that, though, except maybe that I was a bit unhygienic, eccentric and unmotivated towards subjects not interesting me, especially when it came to some school subjects. Like Biology. Seriously, when was I going to need that for the profession I chose? I had an avid interest in languages of all kinds. English, Icelandic, Danish, and let's not forget the ever popular, ever awesome language, Japanese. Not German though. That language is the incarnation of evil, it is. Anyway, I loved the country of Japan, the culture and lots of the stuff that came out of that crazier than normal country. At least, the anime. Like Bleach, Naruto, Elfen Lied, Fullmetal Alchemist, Claymore, Soul Eater and so many more. And let's not forget the games either. One of those examples would be the Final Fantasy series. The Final Fantasy series is a prime example of Japanese gaming ingenuity.

But I had recently become completely obsessed with Naruto, almost to the point where everything I was thinking of was somehow related to the anime. I could do the obligatory twelve hand seals, Bird, Boar, Dog, Dragon, Ox, Tiger, Snake, Rat, Horse, Monkey, Hare and Ram without having to fumble around. Something I would just put my hands into one of the seals when I was lost in thought, something I was wont to do. I even came up with a small theory, or a prediction, if you will, that Naruto would somehow end up with the Rinnegan. It wasn't that far fetched of an idea. At least not in my head. Something with the Nine Tailed Beast's mind itself being sucked into the Gedo Mazo statue, but Naruto both survived the extraction and got all the chakra the Nine Tailed Beast had, and that allowed him to finally unlock the Rinnegan. No Tailed Beast to block off that precious bloodline limit anymore. Or something along those lines of thought. Alright, maybe not gaining all of the Nine Tailed Beast's chakra. That would be pure overkill.

But I only had a single friend who acknowledged the greatness that is Naruto for what it was. A really awesome anime series. But he wasn't as interested as I was in it, so I couldn't truly discuss my ideas for the series. Couldn't bounce them around to get constructive criticism, and I wasn't on the internet forums, since I saw that as a waste of broadband. Not the internet itself, though, keep that in mind. Just forums. I was normally very reserved when it came to posting on the internet, fearing that someone would go on an all caps rage for something stupid I had typed down.

I shook my head to clear it. No time to think about my blatant fanaticism on Naruto. I entered the hot spring facility. Since I was in college in Iceland, I visited one of their many hot springs. One called 'Blue Lagoon'. I chose it because of its name, 'Blue Lagoon' reminded me of another anime, 'Black Lagoon', a kick-ass one. I also chose the Blue Lagoon hot spring facility because I had been there before with on a school trip when I was in either sixth or seventh grade. Didn't really remember when it was.

After dropping off my baggage into a locker and changing into suitable attire, I entered the hot spring. 'Finally a chance to relax for a while,' I thought. I slipped into the greenish looking water, the warmth enveloping me as I walked further into the hot springs. I let myself float a little, ignorant to the rest of the world. I was finally able to relax both my sore muscles from the very, very long jogging trip to the springs, and my winded mind. All the tasks I had to do, all the things I worried about, just floated away with the warmth that seemed to seep into my very soul.

What I didn't notice was that the wind led me to the blocked off part. The part where the heat was coming from. I had heard once that the little tunnel that the warmth and heat came from led to some lava vein or something. Might or might not be true, but I honestly didn't care one bit at that moment. If I had been more observant I wouldn't have been in the mess that I currently was in.

I thought of how the Naruto world would end up if I had had a hand in it as I drifted towards the tunnel. If I took Naruto to another village where he would face no fear of isolation, or if I trained him, or something, just to give him a better life. Maybe. But I acknowledged that knowing the pain of loneliness was necessary for Naruto to become who he would become.

As I drifted even further towards the hole from where the heat came from, I thought that I would have Tailed Beast level chakra, almost, if not, perfect chakra control, and end up in Water Country during the bloodline civil war, and aid the bloodline side, meet Mei Terumi, Choujurou and Ao, convince them to make me join them or something, only to see them freak out a little over something like my eyes. My normal eyes were a dark, boring blue, so what would be so different? Well, I would discover that I had somehow obtained the legendary and highly spoken of bloodline, the Rinnegan.

I chuckled, unaware of the stifling heat that came from the hole directly underneath me. That would be awesome, if I had the Rinnegan, Tailed Beast level chakra, almost, if not, perfect chakra control, knowledge of every technique in existence, and so much more. How awesome would that be? Of course, I thought that that wouldn't be possible, since the Naruto universe was completely fictional, thought of by an honourable man by the name of Masashi Kishimoto. That I would become what every decent fan fiction writer would be disgusted by. A Gary Stu. Granted, I myself thought that that would be very Gary Stu-ish to have the Rinnegan, Tailed Beast level chakra and potency, knowledge of every technique that existed, and such and such, but hey, it still wouldn't be as bad as the fan made literature that made up-

That thought ended when I felt the heat become unbearable, along with the inability to breathe. I opened my eyes. That was a mistake. A big, big mistake. As soon as I did, I felt an intense burning in my eyes, much greater than in the rest of my body. The pain was truly extreme. I had never felt anything like it before. It felt like my entire body was melting, the skin evaporating from the muscles, the muscles straining to keep the skin on itself, but failing drastically. My bones felt like they were crushing under the sheer pressure the water instilled on me. It felt as if my entire body was restructured, if there was such a thing. I opened my mouth, only to gulp down mouthfuls of searing hot water into my lungs. I panicked. The pain of the sudden crushing force of concussive water crashing onto my chest, the water in my lungs making sure I wouldn't be able to hold onto life any longer. I was doomed for all eternity, I just knew it. I was an atheist, so I did not believe in any religion.

My last thoughts before I lost consciousness were 'Damn, I really don't think I'd make a good Shinobi, would I?'

I hacked and coughed some lukewarm water out of my lungs. I beat my chest to empty my lungs, resulting in me puking whatever I had for breakfast, bread and butter and all. Reaching forward, I grabbed a fistful of moist grass, pushing myself to stand up. I finally took a look around, and what I saw surprised me greatly. 'What the hell? Isn't the afterlife supposed to be nothingness or something? Oh, wait, no one has come back from the afterlife to document that,'I deadpanned to myself. How stupid of me to think that the afterlife would be some form of vast emptiness. There was no documented form of what the afterlife was. So it was useless to complain. Besides, it looked like I was in some nicer than normal place, judging by the lack of predators in the local fauna.

What I saw was a thick forest, a few of them having scratches on them. Some old, some newer, but none of the scratches could have been more than a week old. There was a lake I had apparently come from, its green murkiness jogging my memory. I came up with an unlikely theory on the fly, like I was wont to do. "Hah, that's probably the gateway to the Blue Lagoon or something. Must be either a portal back, one I'm definitely not going to try again, or simply symbolic, showing me the way I died," I whispered to myself. Whispering out loud to myself was also a habit of mine, one I had worked hard to suppress.

I heard someone talking nearby. That someone was talking Japanese, without a doubt. Suddenly, I was glad I spent watching animes to get me into the Japanese language, for else there would be a serious language barrier.

"No, I swear, sis, I saw someone unconscious here! I told you already-" two people showed up, each on a branch thick enough to carry them both. One of them, the one talking, was a boy, couldn't be older than fifteen, wearing bright green clothes, with bright green hair and bright green tear marks that went from his eyes all the way down to his jaw. His companion, a dark skinned woman, a very attractive dark skinned woman I noted, with the same green-coloured tear stains as the boy, with very long red hair, reaching all the way to her lower thighs. "Yeah, yeah! See! He's even awake and everything! And he's... almost naked!" the boy screamed, frightened to find a twenty one year old man in nothing but swimming shorts.

"Well, seems you were right. Ho there, stranger. Who are you? What's your name?" the attractive woman asked, curious about the half-naked man sitting by the green-coloured lake.

I usually think of myself as a very composed individual, never making a fuss about impossibilities, or freaking out over the smallest things, no matter how big the small things are, or of how many of the small things there are. I always take a composed, logical approach to most problems in front of me, taking the most logical sounding answer. The answer seeming most true, at least.

Still, it didn't explain how they got up there! I mean, they must have had to have jumped twenty feet into the air to do reach that high! And wouldn't have been more practical to, oh, I don't know, run on the ground, instead of jumping up to the trees? I dismissed my bewildered thoughts, thinking that that was just how those people were. Maybe they liked doing that. Why else would they do that? I didn't know, and frankly speaking, I didn't care.

"My name is-" I hesitated.

Now, normally I wouldn't hesitate to tell my name, not even to strangers. So why did I hesitate now? Well...

I didn't remember my name.

I know, I know. It was absurd! I remember everything else about my life! My childhood, my school-life, my not so rebellious teenager years, my first love, my first heart-break, my jobs, my college, everything! Yet, I didn't remember my name. How could something so important be so elusive?

So, I took the next best thing. Since they were speaking Japanese to each other, hopping in trees, like it was commonplace, wearing clothes similar to those from my favorite anime, Naruto-

Wait a second.

Jumping in trees, speaking Japanese, the thick forest, the unnatural feeling in my eyes and body that I just now discovered, the clothes...

Had I somehow found myself in the Naruto universe?

Oh to hell with it. If the improbability of me being in the Naruto world really was true, then why not enjoy it while it lasted?

So, I came with the next best thing. I invented my own name.

"Takuma. Shinji Takuma," I said, trying to sound sure of myself, even if the only thing I had on were a pair of swimming short. Damn, it was embarrassing, wearing only a pair of swimming shorts.

Unfortunately for me, the woman looked quite a bit sceptical. That, or was a bit embarrassed to see a handsome man like myself almost naked. Alright, so my confidence was still intact, that was good to know. "Alright then, Takuma-san-" they jumped down from the tree, "Mind explaining to is how you ended up here, where you come from and all that?"

OK, now it's time for my super awesome lying skills to come into play. Oh, good times, good times. "Sure, but would you happen to have any clothes on you? I happen to be freezing over here," I said ironically. Alright, so maybe not lying. I was merely diverting their attention.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Takuma-san. If we see you're lying, we'll have to kill you. Now, tell us-" and in a flash of green water they both disappeared, reappearing behind me, each with kunai in hand. The kunai were both pointed at locations that would without a doubt cripple me for life. "Or else," the attractive, dark skinned woman threatened.

So normally I wouldn't be scared of threats, or death treats, at all, knowing that they wouldn't ever dare to do it. I've had more loaded guns pointed at me than I could care to count, and only once has the gunner ever been less that chickenshit and pulled the trigger. He had missed by over three feet. Over three fucking feet. But I was in the Naruto universe, and they had sharp knives pointed at me, ready to stab me at a moments notice. And, as just displayed, they could catch up to me with no problem whatsoever. So I decide to tell them the truth. Well, partial truth, anyway. "Sure thing, see, I fell into this hole thing, and all of a sudden I vanish and end up in that cute little pond there," I said, pointing at the green lake in front of me.

"Kazue-kun?" she asks. Since it couldn't have been my name, Shinji Takuma, I assumed it was the flamboyantly dressed boy instead.

"Shinji-chan's not lying! I swear!" he exclaimed, pouting. However, he seemed to have sent a serious, and questioning, glance at the attractive woman. But before I could confirm it was there it was gone, replaced by that repulsively cute pout of his. Though it seemed ever so slightly more serious.

"Alright then, Kazue-kun. Now, Takuma-san, who do you work for? Again, you lie, you die!" Oh, I'm sure Killer B would love hearing that one. Though she did sound far too serious for comfort. Alright, time to alleviate some of the beautiful woman's worries.

"I work for myself, at least for now." It was true. I had recently gotten myself fired because I accidentally forgot to add some stuff to some random, but very important nonetheless, document. Stupid document wasn't even good for the company I worked for to begin with, why fire me for it? But hey, it did some good. I was free like a bird, and I didn't have to lie to the Japanese speaking people I had just met.

"Shinji-chan's not lying, Akahime-chan! I swear on my ninja-way!" he blurted out loudly and buoyantly, putting away his kunai quickly, now all traces of seriousness left in his face completely gone. Damn, I wish I was that good to mask my suspicions on a person. Also, 'I swear on my ninja-way,'? Really? Now, where have I heard that before? Don't answer that, I already know the answer to that question.

Akahime reluctantly put away her kunai. Then she looked at me strangely, right in the eyes. Like she noticed something odd. "Hey, what dojutus do you have? I don't know what kind of dojutsu that is, though." She shook her head and shrugged. "Then again, it's not like I'm a dojutsu know-it-all like Kazue-kun here."

Hold on a fucking a minute! I have a dojutsu? I immediately school my face to hide my thoughts, and it seems to have worked, since the both of them are too captivated by my eyes.

Wait just a small minute. My eyes saw clearly. I have had to wear really strong glasses before, since my nearsightedness got in the way of school and work. They saw clearly! I saw clearly! Damn, why do I have to have such trouble relaxing my face? "Oh, I've never noticed before. How do they look like?" I ask. Please let them be purple, with rings spreading outwards! Please, let them be the Rinnegan! I seriously disliked the Sharingan and the Mangekyo Sharingan. I always thought of those as a little bit weird. In a bad sense. I mean really, Kamui? Never mind the Amaterasu and the Susanoo. Uh, I almost couldn't wait to prove those Uchiha wrong, especially the little whiny bitch, Sasuke Uchiha. That Susanoo was not the ultimate defence and the ultimate offence. That is, if I didn't die first. I sure as hell hoped I wouldn't die.

"They have a purple colour-" and here it comes! "With some rings going out of it-" And I have the Rinnegan! Fan-fucking-tastic! Before she can continue questioning how I haven't noticed before, I immediately interrupted. No questions about my past, please. Let me be the mysterious stranger that was willing to help as many people as he possibly could

"The Rinnegan," I said, determined to not let her ask how come I didn't know I had them before.

And before I knew it, I was in a Japanese styled house, with tatami mats as the floor, with a white silky kimono on. Damn are they comfortable. The moment I mentioned the Rinnegan, the little squirt Kazue-kun, as I would come to call him, went ballistic. As in, he yelled that I had a bloodline, and that I should aid them in the Water Country's civil war. Huh, I was in the time period I wanted to be in. How quaint. Kazue-kun also said that I had Tailed Beast level chakra. Equal to that of the Three Tailed Beast inside Yagura, their mind controlled Mizukage. And that simply stunned me. I had chakra equal to a Tailed Beast? Not many could say that. Maybe Kisame Hoshigaki when combined with his Samehada, but hey, who cared about the fish guy? He lost to Guy. Sure, Guy had activated the Eight Death Gates up to I think it was seventh, but still. Pathetic, I say.

Still, I didn't know any techniques, besides maybe Shinra Tensei, Bansho Ten'in and Chibaku Tensei, along with the shadow clone technique and the theory for mastering the Rasengan. Though the shadow clones technique would be enough to gain knowledge and experience for knowing as many techniques as quickly as possible, as well as mastering them. And of course, let us not forget the neglected arts of seals. I mean, you could seal a dojutsu away, even permanently. Now whomsoever disagrees that seals are useless is-

My thoughts died ahead when the door opened. Lo and behold, Mei Terumi walked in. I thought it strange, this was just like a dream, really. Maybe it was. I mean, Mei Terumi, the beautiful Mizukage, or at least she would be, a fictional character, was standing right in front of me, in the flesh, dressed in that blue dress of hers, even down to her own shoes. I think it was her shoes too. You never know with women. Mei walked towards me and sat across me at the low table. I looked directly in her eyes, not in the least distracted by her plentiful cleavage. And no, it didn't take much effort on my part to do so. It never had been difficult for me to focus on an object, or for that matter, a pair of eyes. Mei seemed to notice this, and smirked. She probably thought it cute that I tried to not stare at her large breasts.

"Shinji-kun." Hohoh, adding a familiar suffix, are you now, Terumi? "It has come to my attention that you have a rare bloodline. And from what I see, it is true. So Kazue-kun and Akahime-chan weren't lying when they said you had the Rinnegan," she said in her usual, sultry tone. She put a dainty hand over her chest before continuing. "Are you familiar with the ways of the ninja? The arts of ninjutsu, genjutsu and taijutsu?" she asked.

Must they always forget seals?

"And let us not forget the neglected arts of seals, Mei Terumi-dono," I said politely, bowing slightly. Formality can show a great many things. It could also get me to seem out of reach for her pleasant advances. Probably making me that more of an intriguing person to her. "But yes, I am familiar with them, but I have not been trained in the way of the shinobi. I would like to, though, if you were willing to have someone train me. But I also happen to know the abilities of my eyes, the Rinnegan. At least the theory behind each ability," I said, deepening my bow to show humility. I mean, the woman in front of me could literally melt me in two ways. Either through lava or that steam thing. Thus I shouldn't piss her off. Ever. Or else.

Mei put a dainty hand on her chest. "I am humbled that you think so highly of me. Though it is unnecessary for such a handsome young man such as yourself to bow to me. However, I'd like to know, what are these techniques of your Rinnegan? I understand that those were the eyes of the Sage Of The Six Paths, yes?" She ended her sentence with a sceptically raised eyebrow. Oh, damn, not good. It wouldn't do to have her be sceptical of me. Best reassure her that what I had was the real deal. At least I hoped it was.

Ever since I entered the Naruto world I had felt much lighter than before. I believe it was because of the 'laws of physics', so to speak, applied to me as well then, which then granted me chakra. I didn't completely understand where that theory came from, but I lived with following the flow. Sort of, at least. So, since I felt lighter, I thought it was dizziness speaking at first, but then I came to think that it was because chakra is flowing through my body.

With that in mind, I focused on that light feeling in my body. Concentration. Concentration was required for that precious chakra to be reached. There we go. I had a hold on it. "Yes, they are. Bansho Ten'in," I said, as I held out a palm towards a bookshelf to my right. I imagined my chakra acting like a sticky whip, flinging out towards a single book only on that bookshelf, attaching to that single book, and pulling it back, landing perfectly in my hand. And I felt a slight thud on my palm as I finished imagining it. Looking at my palm I found a dark coloured book, with a headline, 'The Legend Of The Sage Of The Six Paths'. Huh. There had to be a higher power if I had that book in my hand. But I didn't believe in higher powers, so there had to be a logical reason as to why the book was in my hand. It was a simple answer to that; coincidence.

Looking back at Mei, I saw her with an awestruck expression on her face. My, who would've thought she'd be that sexy with her mouth open like that, open just enough to stick my-

No! Dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts, begone!

I smirked at her stunned expression. "Yes, and that's not even half of it." My voice seemed to have snapped her out of her shocked stupor. She shook her head, making her hair shake a little. Damn, I thought that she intentionally was so alluring! Wait, yes, yes she is. Forgot about her husbandry complex. I think it had something to do with her being 'old' and 'unattractive', but I knew for sure that it was something with her not being married. Since she had that blue dress of hers, I'd guess the bloodline civil war was almost over. I guessed, at least. That, or she just, understandably loved that dress.

"There's more?" she asked, stunned by my performance and show of the Rinnegan's aptitudes. Of course she'd ask. Who wouldn't want to know about the abilities of the Rinnegan? What it was capable of?

"Yes," I said. "It has the ability to manipulate gravity, as you just saw." I gestured to the book that now lay on the table."With something called the Shinra Tensei. It repels everything. Though it does have a sort of limit. It can only be performed every five or so seconds, I believe. It was five seconds last time I checked. There is also Chibaku Tensei, a technique that I will not tell, but show, only." This seemed to make Mei tense, probably suspecting me for being some sort of traitor or someone who had ill intent towards the bloodline side of the bloodline civil war. Not that I blamed her, of course. I mean, I landed in Water Country all of a sudden, so there should be asked lots of questions. Luckily, I hadn't faced that stage just yet. I continued, "It can also see chakra, all types of it. It grants the wearer super strength and speed. It allows the wearer to summon up specific animals and people that have special seals on them. There is an ability to tear the soul of a victim away by laying a hand on them to extract their soul. That in turn makes all information the extracted soul has gotten is then transferred to the wearer. And then, finally, it can resurrect the recently deceased." That seemed to amaze her even more than my show of Bansho Ten'in, which would be quite the feat.

"Impossible! That is truly impossible." That seemed to anger her for some reason or other. Oh well, if she didn't believe me, then let her not believe me. Her loss.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me or not. I mean," I shrug before continuing, "Manipulating gravity is what the Rinnegan can do. That should be enough, right?" I open the forgotten book about the Sage spoken greatly of in legends. "Despite the hardships the Sage went through, he still succeeded in gaining true peace. It was a temporary peace, but peace, nonetheless." I close the book with a snap and closed my Rinnegan. Mind you, I didn't read anything from the book, I just always wanted to say that. "It is said that he gave his eldest son his eyes and potent spiritual energy, while the youngest got the body of the legendary Sage Of The Six Paths, as well as the ever so potent physical energy. The eldest believed that power was the key to true eternal peace. The youngest believed love to be the key to true eternal peace. Because of the younger brother's ideals the Sage Of The Six Paths, in his dying days, chose him as his successor. Thus began the cycle of hatred and war between the two brothers' families and clans." I looked at a stunned Mei. Funny, it seems I was a very surprising person in the Naruto world. "Did you know that?" I asked.

Mei shook her head no.

I smirked. "You weren't supposed to know." I looked at the cover of the book. I just noticed, despite the odd choice of colour the book had, it also had a pair of purple Rinnegan. I looked straight at them. "The elder brother's family, or clan if you so prefer, had become what we now call the Uchiha." That seemed to make Mei react. She snapped her neck, looking at me with surprised eyes. So, she knew about the Uchiha, it seemed. Alright, they were a famous clan, even after the Uchiha massacre. Especially after the Uchiha massacre. "The younger brother's ancestors are what we call the Senju." That seemed to nearly frighten Mei. She truly seemed at a loss for words.

"I- I didn't know all that." Mei finally got some words out, it seemed. About time, too. She had been doing a very good imitation of a fish out of the water.

"That's alright. It isn't exactly common knowledge to begin with, anyway." I put the book back onto the table between me and Mei. "So, looking past that mouthful that just came out of my mouth all of a sudden, how about we discuss my training? I heard from one of your men, Kazue-kun, I believe his name was, that I have Tailed Beast-level chakra. So my chakra control needs some work." That snapped Mei out of her trance, as she began to take a serious look on her pretty face.

"Very well. I will train you." I smiled at her with a genuine smile. She, however smirked at me, and winked, "Personally."

I gulped in fear. I'd apparently find out later why I was so scared. Women from Naruto could be very, very scary when they want to. Like Tsunade scary. And Tsunade was scary.

And train I did.

Since I had Tailed Beast-level chakra I could produce shadow clones en masse. Mei Terumi was joined by another person, Ao, I noted. We trained myself in a very large clearing, near where Akahime-chan and Kazue-kun found me. They joined me too, and were given responsibility of me in the days I trained.

My taijutsu plain sucked. It sucked so much that they simply gave up on it. I mean, I could be beaten by a lousy Genin, if said Genin was even low level. My ninjutsu, genjutsu, and whatever book about seals I managed to get my hands on, now that was an entirely other story. Apparently I could be considered a prodigy at ninjutsu, genjutsu and seals work. But of course that was just an exaggeration, really. All I did was imagine the hand seals, then my chakra flow to the correct spot, then the result. That was it. But no, they just had to label me as a prodigy. I mean, come on! Oh well, I guess it's just one of those things one had to live with, correct?

I had learned as many techniques as I could. But my favourite element was water. I liked it so much, because, one, it was ideal for close quarters combat, whatever one might say about it, and the blunt force trauma one can get from being hit by a simple water bullet is enormous! And when highly compressed it can cut through almost anything. Just my style. When still, calming and quieting, almost entrancingly so. But when angered, moved, disturbed, a wave of destruction just begging for enemies to come, just so it can kill some more.

Yep, definitely my style.

While I was training, I had twenty or so shadow clones try mastering the Rasengan in secret. And I got it down in a month. To be honest, the only difficult part was making the balloon pop at first. Probably because I had a hard time imagining the chakra flow in several different ways at once. But eventually, I got it down. The second step was easy as eating a piece of bread and butter. And I liked bread and butter. The third step was without a doubt the most difficult step. To compress the flow of chakra that went in several directions at once and compress it into a sphere so that it wouldn't break. Now that was difficult. But after a few weeks I got it down.

I even got the elemental Rasengan, too. Though that had taken three and a half month. The wind Rasengan was just like in the manga, looked even the same. It did the same things as Naruto's did, too. The lightning Rasengan was just an enhanced Raikiri, really. It, however, could pierce things made to repel lightning chakra. Specifically. Nothing to say no to. The earth Rasengan was a funny looking one. It was a muddy brown Rasengan, but it should definitely not be underestimated. It was not for targeting a single person, let me just tell you that. The resulting kinetic explosion was enough to level a skyscraper's foundation. The fire Rasengan, now that was a strange one. It burned not red, yellow, blue, orange, or even black or white. No, it burned green. I still hadn't figured it out its ability and power until I used it on a tree. It rotted so quickly I didn't know it was possible. Apparently it was a poisonous Rasengan. Huh. At least poisonous to plant life.

Now the water Rasengan was nothing to frown at, either. It was basically a Rasengan with a layer of water around it. Now that might not sound too impressive, but water doesn't look impressive to begin with, does it now? When used, the blunt trauma cause is off the freaking charts. I used it on a tree, and it flew all the way to the ocean. And the ocean was about three kilometers away. Sure, the earth Rasengan was better at sending multiple opponents away, but it also made sure that the ground underneath me almost disintegrated. Good thing I used shadow clones to train the Rasengan.

I had trained for months when I finally was allowed to enter live battle. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. For the bloodline haters, at least. Apparently having a Rinnegan user really upped morale, and thus, in turn, increased battle efficiency. I even took my first kill lightly. After a while, I began to enjoy killing, but when the feeling came up I immediately squashed it, saying that that would make me into a power hungry maniac. I don't want to be a power hungry maniac! Maybe to scare the shit out of someone, what with all my power, but that's it. I don't really want to become one. They were evil. Right?

During my training, I secretly trained my taijutsu as well. Despite being a hopeless case I trained it. I knew that it was helpless. Useless to try. But I had twenty pound weight seals on my limbs, around my neck and on my torso and abdomen. I even put restriction seals on me, restricting me to only use the most necessary of movements to move, to make sure I would meet resistance at even the slightest of movements. When I unsealed my weights and restrictions, I was still horrible at taijutsu. Why was I horrible at taijutsu? I was frightened to get a fist, foot or whatever, to come at my face. Pathetic. But I just couldn't stop not reacting like a coward whenever someone got close to my face in hand to hand combat. Therefore I preferred long-range combat. I was much more confident there, too.

And the best of it all? I developed a relationship with Akahime-chan. Apparently, she was a real hothead. She really liked hitting things. No, I was not a masochist. I just want someone to not get tired trying to, let's say, wake up a lazy person by kicking them or something. She had no complaints there, that's for sure.

And Kazue-kun? Yes, let's not forget the lovable fellow. He loved green-coloured things. That was pretty evident, if you just looked at his brightly coloured clothes. One might say they're impractical, but he was the best spy for the bloodline side of the civil war. So, therefore, he wore bright clothes to make himself even more noticeable than his already bubbly personality was. And not once had I seen him serious, so that must have meant that he was not that serious of a person. As if that wasn't obvious to begin with.

Finally, after a year of training and and half a year battling in life and death situations, and witnessing the death of many a powerful and potent shinobi, I finally faced Yagura, the Mizukage.

I stood next to the future Mizukage, Mei Terumi. We were both standing in front of him, in front of the Mizukage tower. Funny, it looked very similar to what I imagined the Hokage's tower looked like.

Anyway, I stood with Mei Terumi, to her left. And to her right, we had none other than Ao. I hadn't gotten to know him, because I didn't like the way he seemed to love 'ye olden days'. I noticed that he still had that distinct eye-patch of his. He was obviously hiding his stolen Byakugan.

Behind us was a battle worthy for the hall of fame. At least in my opinion. You could see both boil releases and various other bloodlines being used against the non-bloodline users. The battle was very even, so I suspect that whoever won the stand-off between Yagura versus Mei Terumi and Ao and I would win. And I didn't want to lose to anyone. Ever. Unless strictly necessary, of course.

"Now, Shinji-kun, Ao-san, now is the time for justice. Yagura's tyranny ends today," Mei Terumi said with an air of finality and an expression that would make weaker men tremble. Granted, I did, slightly, because despite me being here for, let's see, a year and a half, I still wasn't completely used to killer intent. But I tried to leak as little of it as possible, so I think Yagura, the Mizukage, would perceive me to be the lesser threat. That should make me get the jump on him. If not, then I'll just Shinra Tensei his ass out of the atmosphere. Or make him the middle of a new moon, if necessary. Oh, I remember trying it. Damn, did it suck the chakra out of me. Granted, I did make a moon twice the size of what Nagato had made when he was up against Naruto, but Nagato had been exhausted at that moment. What kind of chakra monster was Nagato, then?

"Mei Terumi. You've been a pain to my plans. As usual," the little squirt murmured. I mean, come on. He's technically a dwarf, what with him being as old as me, but half as tall. But he was a Jinchuuriki, so he shouldn't be underestimated at any cost. That I'd give him.

OK, time to say something epic, like, 'Hey, Yagura, do you know if your dominatrix is close by? You know, that Madara fellow?' No, that's not epic at all. Oh well. Best not say a thing, then. Just to be safe, you know?

"Enough of your tyranny, Yagura. Don't worry, I haven't come here to listen to your petty reasons for doing what you've done. Time to end this!"

With that, she charged forward, followed close0ly by Ao and me, with Ao giving a battle cry as he swung one big-ass sword he had strapped on his shoulders. Huh, funny, how come I hadn't noticed that before?

Author's Note: OK, so, this is my first fan fiction. I guess that's pretty obvious if you look at the pacing, right? I mean, all of a sudden, I'm facing Yagura. But bear with me here. What I intend to do is to get to the situation. I'm not good at writing the buildup, I tell you. But never the less, I try.

Anyway, here is ten pages worth of fan fictional story. If you're worrying about where I landed, and haven't guessed yet, then I landed about the middle of the bloodline civil war. Thankfully I landed close to the bloodline's base of operations. So, anyway, please view, review and stuff.

EDIT: If you just want to skip the Naruto part and go to the part where it starts with Bleach, I suggest going to chapter 36. That's where it properly starts. Though I have to say that you'll miss a lot of the story, but hey, it's your choice. :D

EDIT2: Fixed some seriously glaring holes in tenses. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me? I used present tense! Never, ever, use present tense in fiction, unless it's in speech! I say!