Colonel Myrenzo Uchiha: At ease, soldiers! This is the Colonel speaking. I'm placing a disclaimer here. I do not own the Naruto series, any series for that matter.

Genmcvile: Don't forget to mention that I'm co-writer!

C.M.U: Yeah, I forgot to put that in.

GM: Heh heh, that's what she said.

C.M.U:*sigh* Look! Lelouch is posing for you!

GM: *runs off to find Lelouch* Hey, I can't find Lelou--

C.M.U: Let the story begin!

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Darkness. Confusion. Fear sitting on the air like a fog. And then? Simply, put, there was chaos, and that chaos was large with nine individually moving tails, almost like thick, furry snakes.

The baby lay drenched in blood. Not his blood, by any means, but his mother's blood. Even in his newborn state, he knew what was happening.

I've been pushed out. That woman there...my mother? And noise. A loud noise. Like screams. The screams of the damned.

Kushina Uzumaki was crying over her new born son. "Why? Why must we condemn his future? There are many other babies in this village!"

A tall blonde man smiled sadly. "I know, sweetie--"

"Don't fucking sweetie me, you bastard!" She was hysterical by now.

"Kushina, I have to go. As the son of the fourth hokage it is Naruto's duty to uphold the well being of Konohagakure. As it is mine to stop this beast."

"Kill the damn fox! I don't give a flying fuck about this village!"

By this time Naruto left the conersation. The man who called himself the fourth hokage left, summoning forth a giant toad. There was a blinding flash and a blast of power coursing throught his body. A seal was on his body. The hell? He touched it and a roar blasted into his mind, like a nail being driven through it. He began to cry. Ugh, I hate this. As long as I live I will never do this again...

The woman had apparently fallen asleep, but really she had died. Naruto slept as village council members were picked off one by one by a certain ANBU Uchiha member.

Itachi approached the sleeping baby. His eyes were filled with confidence and content.

Five years later...

"Hyah!"

"Arm raised a little higher, young apprentice."

"Toryah!"

"Good, now flying eagle kick."

"Kyah--Oof!"

Naruto had fallen over when he attempted to perform the kick. "Fuck!" He slammed the ground. That had been his first word, back from his very first day on this Earth. He had only recent learned what it had meant.

"Watch your language, young one."

"Um, yes master Itachi, one thousand begs for your forgiveness."

"Forgiven."

Naruto rose to his feet and bowed to Itachi. "Now, we shall spar."

"Y-yes master..."

They assumed their fighting positions. Naruto flew wildly at Itachi, swinging a very un-ninja-like right hook, which was easily blocked with his left palm. Itachi sent his index and middle fingers into Naruto's belly, right on the seal, pumping chakra. The attack actually scorched Naruto's black t shirt and left a burn on the seal, which healed instantly. The Kyuubi-no-Yokou made himself known, releasing a guttural growl from the blond five-year old's throat, as it was steadily force-feeding power. Naruto's eyes glared red and he rushed at Itachi, with the speed of a chuunin. He performed a perfect flying eagle kick, but not perfect enough to beat Itachi, who wasn't even using his sharingan. He slapped the foot away and jumped, performing a mid-air round house kick.

Naruto flew back into a tree trunk. That was when it happened. Naruto held up his palm, and it filled with red chakra. He looked up and roared at Itachi as it turned to flames, with lightning coming off of them. He threw the ball of lightning and flames at Itachi, who easily avoided it. Naruto then passed out.

"What kind of jutsu-- Wait, wait a second that must have been his chakra's natural element! The lightning may be his, but the flames definitely belong to the fox."

He lifted Naruto and put him on his back. "When he wakes up it's 300 push-ups. I think a decrease from the original 1,000 should be a sufficient reward." (o.O yeah, we know...)

Two hours, fifty-seven minutes, thirty-eight seconds later...

Naruto stirred awake next to a roaring fire. "The hell?"

"Watch your tongue, Naruto. You are forgiven upon completion of--"

One thousand, I know!

"Three hundred push-ups, and successfully concentrate your chakra to the fifth level of concentration. That is all."

Fifth level!, he felt like yelling. He bowed and completed the push-ups easily and efficiently. Then the chakra concentration was all that was left. He hated it, because when ever he got past level three, it burned. Like hell. He got into the fourth level when he felt his consciousness slipping away into the gullet of some great beast. He doubled, then tripled his concentration and effort, but it didn't work.

So he tried a new approach. Instead of concentrating from his head, he tried the stomach. A burst of flames coursed throughout his entire body, as he felt a new wave of strength. He easily passed the fifth, then moved onto the sixth. By the eighth he had begun to slow his ascent into power.

He let his chakra die back into his body and looked at Itachi. The missing-nin was blown away by the sheer strength of this young boy's chakra.

He hugged Naruto, which was one of the highest forms of reward he would give. "You did excellently, Naruto-kun."

"One thousand thanks, Itachi-oniisan."

He had always been taught be Itachi to never show emotion, but tears sprang to his eyes. He bit back the sobs of joy and sat down when Itachi released him to warm up by the fire, as if he needed any additional warmth. The fire in his belly was sufficient.

Thirteen years later…

A tall young man sat on top of a dead body. He was in a large wasteland, with several hundred bodies scattered around him. He stood and plucked his sword out of someone's back. He took a few steps when a flock of ravens landed around him.

He smiled. "Hello Itachi-Sensei."

The ravens flew into each other and came together to form a tall man with dark blue hair and ANBU armor.

"Well done, Naruto-kun."

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C.M.U: Well, for my first story what did you think?

G.M: OUR first story...

C.M.U: Whatever, Gen. Or should I say Da--

G.M: No! No one in the world may know my secret identity! NO ONE!

C.M.U: Whatever. Anyway, please rate and review, ladies and gentleman!