So for my course Creative Writing, we have been assigned to practice our writing skills. Not really wanting my peers to read them in fear of rejection, I decided to try and see what kind of reaction I might get out of you guys.

What you need to know about this story, is that it will not follow the story-line kishimoto ended the manga with. I (I know many of you will disagree) believe that while in a hurry to create a fitting "happy ending", Kishimoto neglected the reality (as far as reality can come in the form of superpowers etc etc) of a ninja village and opted to instead create a fairy-tale.

Furthermore, my Naruto will be female. Why? I honestly have no clue, but as I began writing I imagined her as such and thus, such she will be.

I am not sure on pairings, but keep in mind that "incest" is a big possibility (by travelling back she erased her existence, which means she never existed in the first place and thus incest is not really fitting), as I do like Minato quite a bit.

Warnings: M for language and possible intimacy, possible incest- depending on opinion, no set pairings but a definite favorite.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto but I do own my plot.

Prologue

People often look around them neglecting everything they can see. The colours that are so bright some can even harm your eyes; noises equal to soundlessness yet noisy all the same; the scent of flowers so overbearing it reminds of a perfume gone wrong.

They don't see them like I do.

At one point in life, when I had been much younger, naïve and optimistic, these senses had escaped me. I would run around turning left and right, exclaiming I needed training or jutsus –plain attention of some sort, I simply missed everything I was surrounded by. I missed Nature and her effort to teach me –to train me. Though I saw, I could never really see.

Another swipe to my left –such carelessness. The noise his kunai makes is fucking unbearable.

It had taken the whole of my teenage years to come to terms with her. I wasn't a part of some mystic explosion that granted me a type of sixth sense. My line wasn't filled with extraordinary powers handed to me through my deceased parents. Nor had I been on the receiving end of a murderous gang out to kill me for what I am not, that resulted in my inner self being truly exposed.

More noise. Up then left. Move to the right. Jump a bit. Shit! Duck-moron- duck! Though my mind knows, my ears hear, my eyes see and my nose can even smell the assailant's attack –he is too goddamn fast. Fucking hell this man is fast. Blood now trickles down my right cheek. A mark I had been used to for so long has remade its way to my gorgeous-thank you very much- face.

It took years of uninterrupted training within the mountains of those I am not allowed to name. Those slimy beasts of unimaginable power that made me bloody swear, literally, that I would never utter a word about their existence. Only few were allowed to know and right now, I wasn't one of them.

"You're fast" He simply states as if it needs stating. His voice has an annoying tingle that sounds like an adult elf –if those exist- , not feminine per se –but not entirely male either. He doesn't sound shocked. But he does sound something.

I know. I think but I say nothing. Why expose something as valuable as my voice?

By the time I had come back from my training, by the time I had gotten to truly know Nature- it was too late. You see, otherworldly places tend to be otherworldly because they have been granted gifts by the Gods. Ethereal beauty, trees that grow and grow and grow… and keep on growing. Waters that grant healing like no other. Air as crisp and clear unhindered by dirt. And apparently, Time.

He stands a couple of meters in front of me. His torso poised straight, exuding a type of aura only reserved to those with unimaginable power. His legs shoulder-width and right hand once again grabbing for his left holster.

"Tell me" that lilting voice rings through my ears. My body trembles lightly and screams for me to move. I do, quickly, effortlessly –I think. I step towards the left, one step taking me further than a quick sprint. Leafs shuffle all around me, the wind sounds hazy and my eyes blur while trying to keep track of where I'm at. I feel pebbles on the ground, soft rocks gliding as my right foot makes its way besides my left.

"Why haven't I heard of you before?" Motherfucking- He's right behind me, how I do not know. I thought I was fast –hell, I know I'm fast! Where I came from I was the fastest ninja alive, no living soul could surpass me! Another step, another and yet another. I know I can't escape him, I've tried to, but at my current state –or maybe in my former state as well- I am definitely unable to.

That blonde mane is somewhere in my vision, it's brightness is freaking killing me and his smell, well there is none. A mad near silent chuckle escapes my lips. My voice has already bared her honey; "Because I'm doing my job properly" beat that, jackass.

I can hear him stumble lightly, too quick for an ordinary ninja's notice. Not too quick for me. Fifty meters behind me he comes to an abrupt halt. Then he chuckles, loudly, boisterously, in a manner a ninja should never ever laugh while in presence of an unknown force- a possible enemy. His laugh sounds like those in movies, young and carefree –attractive to many of the opposite sex. A laugh befitting its practitioner.

It seems like forever but the man stops. I do not make a move; I need to catch my breath. These past seconds have allowed me the chance to think up an escape route. But there is none. "You are young, then" He states. Honestly I do not know what he means. Yes, I am young. Younger than him.

But not yet by much.

I turn, look at him. Look at him with all my senses. His chakra feels warm, strong, moving. Fire. His head is turned away from me, watching the trees or the sky. There are a few clouds here and there, white puffy clouds that might be forming animals of some sort. He doesn't move, so neither do I. His pose… It angers me. He is standing aloof, seeming without a care in the world. As if I can't win. As if I don't scare him.

"Young but hurt by the horrors of this world"

"So what?" I quickly interrupt whatever it is he wanted to say. My logical side hums in disappointment while my brash side wants her answers.

His head turns and looks at me again, blue icy eyes turned towards mine. I can't stand this. Not this. I know him. I knew him. But I don't. There is mirth in his gaze. A mix of sadness and glee, as if he doesn't know if he should be gloating his superiority or not.

"Hide in the shadows and through them make sure the world will know how their fires burn" I say. I stand tall. Pose ready for attack and not hiding my true strength. Though this man can easily beat me in my current state, I wonder how he would fare when I am at my prime.

I can feel my long ponytail swishing behind me, tied strongly on my head. The fabrics of my mesh bodysuit, my forest-green dress and high heels, all collide nicely in creating a sound so peaceful yet violent, that I just have to close my eyes for a second and enjoy.

"But sweet-thing" Fuck! He's standing right in front of me! "Why accept being a shadow if fires are the ones to decide their path?"

I duck once again, my kunai is already at his throat. I slice with my right as my left plans to jab his ribs. Plans.

I can smell the blood running off his cheek. Good.

"You caught me again"

Motherfucker he's behind me again! HOW?

"If not for my specialty" His breath is at my ear and unwillingly, disgustingly so, a shiver crawls up my spine. "you would have probably beat me"

A thud fills my senses and then no more.

Time.

It had always been a tricky subject. One I have honestly never gotten the hang of.

When I had been training all those months ago up in those mountains, time had never shown its importance. I had been training, training and training all with the cause of ending those that had harmed my precious ones. The ones I still would very much like to burn on a stake. Slowly. With their startling screams filling my overjoyed eardrums.

Those damn Bastards.

There had been a war going on, the 4th to be precise –with Iwa and Kumo pitted against us; as always. The snake had decided to join them and shortly after the smaller Amegakure followed his tracks.

But we were strong. Konoha was the strongest amongst all nations, we had many shinobi that could easily level mountains. What had been leftovers from the older generation- The Toad and Slug, Ino-Shika-Cho senior, The Copy nin, The mighty Green beast- and then the ever promising young ones –Shunshin no Shisui, Tsukuyomi no Itachi, Susanoo no Sasuke, The Healing Thorn, The Beast, and so on and so on- had created a nation so strong the others were afraid of its might.

So they conspired and formed alliances- against us.

We were not alone. They thought they had us beat but they underestimated the Will of Fire. Sand soon joined us and Kiri too. Smaller and larger villages all pledged their allegiance hoping for a better day.

I had been in the frontlines. I had them all following my word. They trusted me. Yet my faith in those sons of bitches in the sky never proved worthy as one by one all those precious to me had been lost. Sakura, Tsunade, Kakashi… Sasuke… Sasuke.

Only few had remained. We won the war, but then I wonder –at what cost?

I was filled with rage, partly due to my own inability and partly due to the unfairness of it all. I hated their guts. Properly hated them.

My tenant fed off my rage. My once friend had started going from bad to worse. He could feel all the awful things I wanted to do.. and he fed them too. Nights would bring nightmares and the days would bring homicidal whispers.

I went mad.

So I was sent away, faraway at a time when no-one would find me and more importantly, where I could do no harm. They wanted to persevere the semblance of peace they had –and I agreed. I wanted to get away.

The mushy beings received me with open arms. I nearly killed them for it.

And I trained. I trained and I trained until my eyes were bleeding salt. I began meditating to try and silence the screams within my head –and after a very long time; it worked.

My senses went past 'real good', my anger had diminished greatly. My fears had been put a lock on. It had been time to go back.

But time is a fickle thing, something we can never truly understand. And when I reached my destination.. there were no faces I could remember. The young ones at least.

Looking atop the mountain I had longed to be engraved in, there were now eight faces looking back at me. Eight.

Time in those damned mountains seems to go by quite slow.. My months were Konoha's years. My loved ones were once again gone or on their way.

My anger reached another peak.

The mountains felt my rage and collapsed trying to swallow me in. I grew and grew and grew until Kurama was no Kurama, but a mass of chakra waiting to burst. With my vast knowledge of fuinjutsu, my dad's former expertise and creation, the mountain's time-travelling essence and with what I estimate was only a few months in my world… I let it burst.

And it hurt. Like a bitch.