Standing in a barren wasteland, with all forms of life non existent, a young man of only nineteen years stood, holding onto the form of a young woman of the same age. Blonde hair and blue eyes, just as desolate and exhausted of life as the land surrounding him. Three whisker marks on each cheek, marks given to him at birth by something out of his control. His eyes bloodshot from countless hours of crying. Crying at the loss of the last thing he held dear, his love, his life... his wife.
Lying in the arms of the blonde young man, as beautiful as the night time stars, straight waist long navy blue hair, big pupiless white eyes, eyes he had come to love, eyes that no longer had any life in them, a young woman lied there lifeless.
Closing his eyes, he lied her onto the ground gently, closing her eyes with his fingers. One final tear fell from his eyes. Standing, he turned and started walking the opposite direction of his loved one. Suddenly, energy flooded out of his body, surging as bright as the sun. He stopped, and stood still. More energy releasing out of his body, surging to the point where if one looked, they could see the air around him ripple.
The energy kept surging, continuing to increase in power. His body tensed, his hands clenched into fists, squeezing so tight that blood started dripping off his knuckles. Then, he screamed, his power peaking, all of his rage, pain, anger, anguish, was relentlessly surging from his body. The ground cracking underneath his feet, the clouds moving as the man's power pushed the air away from him.
With his scream coming to an end, his knees gave out from under him, his power vanishing, and his body falling to the ground with a thud. All of his energy given to that surge, all for one reason. To die…
He depleted all his life force with that scream. All so he could meet those he loved in the afterlife. His heart stopped, his breathing came to an end, and his eyes fell shut as darkness consumed him.
A white light. That's all he saw. For what seemed to be an eternity. Floating in an endless abyss, he couldn't feel anything, couldn't move. He just floated there. Then came a voice, "Your whole life, devoted to protecting those around you. All for naught. You will return to the past, right the world, and fix the mistakes of your predecessors. For it is not your time to die, young Naruto Uzumaki. Your true potential shall be realized. Now go back, find the relics. It is time... to start again."
Naruto opened his eyes, head throbbing, and body aching. Sitting up, he looked around. There he sat in his old apartment. "What the ever loving fuck? Why am I here? I released all my chakra at once from my body, I should be…" His thoughts trailing off as he remembered the words of the voice he heard. "What the fuck?" He said to himself aloud.
Getting out of his bed, Naruto walked over to the cracked mirror that he had once salvaged from a dumpster when he was a child. Looking into the mirror, he noticed that he was back in his twelve year old body. His baby fat he once had, the young, undefined body he once had. "Okay, so this is now the most insane thing I've ever gone through. 'Go back'. That's what the voice had said." He thought to himself. Then, it hit him. He's been sent back in time.
The thought of being back to this time period struck like a hammer to a nail. All his friends, all of those he cherished. They were alive. "Hinata…" He whispered to himself.
At this point, Naruto had no idea what to think, or to do. So many thoughts running through his head became a jumbled mess. What should be do? Warn the Hokage? Tell his friends of the future? The war to come? What? He didn't know.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. Sitting on the floor, he positioned himself in the lotus position, he was going to meditate and sort through his thoughts.
"I can't run around spouting that I'm from the future. For one, I couldn't even tell them how it happened. Second, I'd most likely be arrested and held in captivity because of the fact that I'm the village Jinchuriiki." He thought to himself. Then a thought came to his mind, "Kurama..."
Delving into his mindscape, he went to see his long time friend. Walking up to the bars of the seal, he couldn't see the giant fox.
Suddenly in the darkness of the cage, a lone eye opened. "It's about time you woke up." The large chakra construct spoke. Rising and sitting on his haunches, Kurama eyed Naruto. "I hated you when you were this size Kit." The fox bluntly stated.
Naruto smiled, happy to know that his friend had gone back with him in time. Originally, Kurama had gotten killed, absorbed by that monstrosity... Luckily enough, he retained his memories of the future.
Jumping up, Naruto reached for the seal, already knowing how to release it. Although, he had forgotten about a certain feature of the seal. A hand reached forward and grabbed a hold of his wrist. "Shit, I forgot all about that." Naruto berated himself. Standing there holding onto his hand was none other than Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, his father.
Eyeing Naruto wearily, he spoke "Naruto what are you doing?" Naruto couldn't help by sigh. This was going to be fun.
Naruto looked at his father, "Hey pops." he said with a mischievous smile. Minato's eyes bulged as if they'd fall out of his head. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.
A/N: So, this is the start of a new story, chapter is kinda short, but I wanted to get my idea out there, and see if people like it. I'd also like to apologize, for it has been way too long since I've touched my account. I hope to rectify that. Please read and review!