Here it is guys! I hope you enjoy my take on the history of the shinobi world!

A/N: Before anyone flames me about the usage of a certain clan, let me explain my view; just because the manga says certain clans derived from certain people, does not entirely mean that those clans did not exist until the progenitor of said known clan came about. In my view, the clans already existed, just without chakra. their descendants mated with the said progenitor, and poof, modern clan that can use chakra.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


Chapter 1: The Ootsutsuki

Prologue Arc

Part I of III

Indra walked forward with his younger brother in tow. His powerful eyes watched the world around him; vast expanse of land and people to rule over with resources ripe for the taking. With his father's life slowly coming to an end, he knew that there was going to have to be someone to rule in his stead especially with the bijuu just sitting around in their palace. He rubbed his finger against his chin as his eyes scanned the world in front of him from the palace's highest balcony. Trees waved in the wind as leaves jumped off and followed in the breeze. Ashura reached up and fixed his headband, clicking the metallic plate just slightly before straightening to watch the world with his elder brother.

"Indra…what are we doing up here?" Ashura asked softly. "I was hoping to go back into the village and see Yuki…"

"You can see her later Ashura." Indra replied with a stern tone. "With our father dying…we will have to step up and run Ninshū together little brother."

"Are you sure that I'll be able to even help you with anything?" Ashura asked. "You know weak I've been…"

"It won't be on you only little brother." Ashura smiled. "We will rule together as equals, no matter what."

"Promise?" Ashura asked.

"I promise." Indra replied.

The two walked from the balcony and walked towards the doorway, admiring the history of their clan adorning the walls of the palace. Every floor had something commemorating the landing of their grandmother; Kaguya Ootsutsuki and her victory in claiming the fruit from the God Tree; the Shinju. Ashura examined each painting and relic from the extraordinary battle. His black eyes running up and down each canvass just before coming across one that was painted of him and Indra practicing Ninshū with their father.

Ashura, a boy of only ten looked to his brother, a boy merely two years older, and smiled brightly at the image. Indra didn't say a thing but simply smiled at the implications. This was a family, a family that wasn't going to end, break or weaken. Indra walked over to the stairs and motioned for his curious little brother to follow as closely as possible. They were going to have some serious training today. With their father; Hagoromo, slowly getting weaker and weaker, they had to step up their training.

Not only that, but there was troubling news of another kingdom from the northeast that was starting to rise and threaten the Ootsutsuki clan's territory. It was a powerful nation, but it didn't have access to chakra or know about Ninshū as the Ootsutsuki clan and their army did. Ashura and Indra imagined this war to be a quick and simple war like all others, ending with Ootsutsuki victory and the assimilation of the enemy; but this wasn't just any enemy. They had demons on their side, demons of various size and shape.

After the defeat of the Shinju at Hagoromo and Hamura's hands, demons began to show themselves once again and walk among the land. With some hiding in their little enclaves, forming large communities and clans, other demons went even further and forced some kingdoms and tribes of humans to fall onto their knees and worship. This very kingdom from the northeast is said to be ruled by a man holding a demon within him and they say that the king can turn into the demon as he pleases.

When the news first reached the Ootsutsuki kingdom, people scoffed at the information believing it to be a lie; the only person ever to hold a demon within their body was Hagoromo, but he was the God of Ninshū. He created more than just a religion; he created a way of life. So to learn that there was another man claiming to hold a demon within him had the people in disbelief. So much so, no one took it as a real threat.

The Ootsutsuki brothers made their way to the final floor of their palace and watched some of their cousins run about; half had eyes with no discernable pupil that were lavender colored, while the other half had a plethora of different colors in their eyes. Ashura and Indra, being the oldest of the grandchildren, walked past their cousins and walked directly to their uncle; Hamura and his four wives.

Indra and Ashura always found it a bit much to see that Uncle Hamura would have more than one wife. Having one wife seemed to be enough for their own father, but Hamura seemed to let off the vibe that having one wasn't enough, hell having three wasn't enough. Indra sighed at the bellowing laugh his uncle released and looked to his four Aunts as they all gave him small nods and smiles. All heads turned to Ashura and the young Ootsutsuki was given the same treatment. The two sons of Hagoromo smiled softly and looked up to their aunts and uncle.

"Uncle." Indra said. "What are we to do about the northwestern Kingdom heading this way?"

"I don't know." Hamura replied with s simple shrug. "I would just say to send our best fighters and meet them in the field of battle and crush them like we normally do…"

"But what do we do about the demon problem." Indra asked, interrupting his uncle. "I know you heard the stories about their king holding a demon within him and being able to control it at will. I don't think that it'll be a good idea to let the rumors slid as just rumors. What if they were true?"

"Then what would you have us do Indra?" Hamura asked.

"I would have the Ninshū users built up around them and use their best chakra based techniques to defeat the fodder that the demon holding king will most likely have within." Indra said with a grunt. "I don't know who these people are or where they come from, but all I do know is that it'll only end in bloodshed if we don't finish them off in time."

Ashura looked to his brother with a small frown on his face and followed the boy. In the young Ootsutsuki's mind, he was slightly confused about what Ninshū was starting to become. Ever since Indra had unlocked those terrifying new eyes of blood red color and black magatama surrounding the pupil, Indra had become a bit more violent and used Ninshū for more than just a way to spread equality and understanding; but for a way to spread death and destruction in his wake for the simple goal of protecting their nation.

Ashura looked up to his brother to see that his dark black hair was long enough to be tied in bandages and still look good. Indra was tall for his age and even had some muscles bulging despite his otherwise, lean body structure. Indra's eyes were, if they weren't in their doujutsu mode, were a deep black, almost as dark as Ashura's. But unlike Ashura's, Indra's eyes held a dark menacing feeling within the irides that seemed to be reflecting a bit more of his soul than some would feel comfortable seeing.

Indra walked like he was ready to kill someone, or something, and didn't even say a word to Ashura. The dark-haired boy didn't even turn his way to face his younger brother. Ashura wanted to say something and ask about his older brother's sudden change in emotion, but he could feel the change in Ashura. His older brother seemed different and angrier than before. Why is he getting so worked up over this? Ashura thought to himself.

"Ashura." Indra said suddenly. "Go to your room. I have something I need to do before anything is to happen."

"Wait!" Ashura shouted with a bit of a growl in his voice. "Where are you going? What the hell do you intend on doing huh? Are you gonna fight an entire army on your own?"

Indra didn't reply to his little brother and simply threw on his battle kimono and wrapped his sash around his waist, not wanting to waste any time. Ashura was about to stop his brother again, but his brother shot around with blade at Ashura's neck. Indra looked to his brother with his sharingan flaring. Suddenly, the eyes spun and began to swirl, still retaining their blood-red color. Ashura suddenly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Indra caught his little brother as quickly as possible and carried the boy to his room across the hall and tucked him into bed. With their mother dead, Indra took care of Ashura with their father always away spreading Ninshū, until recently, since he went down with that disease. Indra looked out of his window and found the world was something so perfect and it was a land he wanted to protect with all he had. He stopped as the blanket rested on Ashura's chest.

His uncle Hamura was laughing again and his four wives were laughing with him. Indra sighed and knew for a fact that his own uncle wouldn't amount to the level that his father is on. The Ootsutsuki shook his head at his uncle's antics. Indra glared at the window and shut the draped curtains closing off the remaining light of the setting sun and barged from Ashura's room towards the front gate. His sword at his back and his Mangekyō sharingan active, Indra knocked guards, servants and clansmen unconscious as quickly as possible.

He swung the doors open and dashed from the palace towards the front gates of the walls surrounding the palace. He was close to making it out of the city and on his way to the northeast, but he had to make it past the guards and the soldiers posted in the courtyard. It was quite large with various sakura blossoms and trees growing in the green patches, lined with limestone. The courtyard's beauty was accentuated by the wondrous beauty of the setting sun along the horizon.

He knew that if he went through with what he was about to do, he wouldn't be allowed back into the city. He knew that he'd be banished without any way of being pardoned. Indra dashed through the courtyard, using his smaller size to his advantage. It was a good thing that many of the guards and soldiers posted weren't knowledgeable of Ninshū, or else, his plans of escaping would end in immediate failure.

He rushed forward, his Mangekyō glowing menacingly in the coming darkness of night. His eyes widened for a moment as torches were lit along the body of the castle and along the different light posts of the courtyard, making less and less territory available for him to escape through. Darkness was his ally, while light was only going to ruin him. But his fears were washed away as alarms were rung and bells were clanging. Men were running back and forth shouting at each other.

Hamura dashed outside of the castle with his eyes narrowed at Indra. The boy froze in his tracks; sweat cascaded down his face as his uncle activated the Byakugan. The boy could feel his uncle's chakra locking on to him. He could feel his power radiating just from a gaze. Indra took a deep breath and tried his best to hide his chakra signature. He froze as his body ran cold. His uncle sees him.

Oh fuck. Indra shut his eyes and cut off the Mangekyō sharingan, hoping it would do something in hiding his chakra signature. But his uncle turned away scratching the horns protruding from his head. Indra nearly fainted on the spot, but realized that his uncle was letting him go. Indra gave a silent nod at the disappearing silhouette of Hamura, before taking off towards the lightly guarded front gate.

Indra pushed the large doors open and dashed into the dark night in front of him and ran as fast as he could through the village situated at the base of the castle. People were already in their homes and getting ready to sleep, leaving the only lights showering his escape was the light of the moon above. Cows and chicken made their normal noises, covering his escape. While he wasn't the quietest of boys when moving, the sounds of startled cows and chickens and goats and other livestock covered the sound of his sandals splashing in the mud below.

Indra took off into the seemingly never-ending forest just to the northeast of the entire kingdom. Indra jumped high, channeling his Ninshū to his feet and legs, churning out, instead of chi, chakra. The boy front-flipped and landed on a branch almost fifty feet off the ground. Indra smirked and dashed off through the forest and jumped upon more branches with chakra flowing off of each jump and step. He front flipped again and landed his hands on a branch and smirked when the chakra could easily flow up and to wherever he willed it to go.

He pushed off the branch with chakra launching him forward like an arrow and landed his feet once more on a branch. Indra stopped when he felt he had gone far enough and climbed the tree, channeling his chakra to his fingertips and went straight to the top of the tree. His mind froze at the image in front of him.

It was pure darkness; nothing but a few of the damp leaves were illuminated in the rays of the moon above them. Indra shut his eyes for a moment and channeled his chakra to his mind. The chakra bounced around through his brain, dancing about. He opened his eyes revealing the Mangekyō sharingan glowing in the darkness of the night around them. Colors were clearer and seeing in the dark was no longer a problem. A smirk grew on his twelve year old face as he watched the world around him, realizing that it was all still very much awake. Animals scurried about below with birds fluttering high into the sky.

Indra was amazed with how powerful his Mangekyō really was. He shook his head though. It was going to be a long journey to the enemy capital. Those northeasterners were extending their reach and the nearest outpost they had was about thirty miles away. Indra nodded his head and crawled beneath the leaves and started making his way through the forest canopy, trying his best not to alert anyone beneath him.

It was just his luck that the northwestern army would be camped out in this very forest. Indra easily counted over one hundred soldiers camped beneath him. He froze though once he realized he was causing leaves to fall in rows onto the army beneath him. Indra was too concentrated on the army below that he lost concentration of his chakra and slid off the branch. The boy shot forward and grabbed onto the branch with his life, surprisingly making very little noise.

Indra struggled and gritted his teeth ready to pull himself back up. The branch creaked slightly as some of the fibers holding the wooden branch to the trunk began to snap. The boy grunted and managed to pull himself up completely and wrapped his legs around the outcropping from the tree. His Mangekyō watching those infantry and cavalry and archers, waiting around and laughing with one another, bearing the banners of the northwestern kingdom; a large swirl of blood red color.

Indra watched as they laughed and talked with one another; acting a lot like his own people. Indra didn't want to kill them. He continued to watch them. One by one, they started to act differently, almost as if they were from some far away land. Indra looked confused and decided to sit against the tree trunk and watch them for the duration of the night.

Men and women were standing with each other and talking, dressed in similar battle armor which consisted of lamellar armor tightly wrapped around their bodies. On their backs, they wore the sigil of their nation; the blood red swirl. Indra was intrigued. His family didn't have a sigil; his damn nation didn't even have a sigil on their banner. The Ootsutsuki banner was a simply blue banner that waved in the wind. Indra wanted to know more about whom these people were and where they came from.

They bore the banners of the northwestern kingdom, but he never really knew what to call them. Indra shook his head as sleep began to overtake his tired mind; his back still resting against the trunk of the tree behind him. His sharingan eyes slowly shut off reverting back to their normal onyx color. Indra shut his eyes for a moment. A dream flittered by as a plethora of memories began to flow. But it was all cut short.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed by his head, impaling the branch above him. Indra jumped to his feet and wrapped his hand around the arrow shaft and used it as a ledge. The boy looked down with his sharingan active, surprised to see men and women glaring at him, throwing spears and shooting arrows up at him. The boy ducked as a spear zoomed near his ear. He jumped forward with chakra in his legs, dashing through the canopy, dropping leaves and snapped twigs onto the soldiers below. He somersaulted forward as an arrow whizzed by and sliced through his left bandage holding his hair together.

The boy spun around and dropped to a lower branch and took off with the same speed as before, not wanting to be in the same place as they were. He tried his best to follow the teachings of his father, but as of now, being able to stay pacifistic was out of the question. These guys were about to kill him, no questions asked. An arrow impaled just below his foot without him noticing. The boy snapped the arrow, but a piece of the arrow shot up and dug into his foot, eliciting a heart-wrenching shriek from the boy.

Indra fell back towards the ground and collided with five soldiers from the spiral army. They caught the boy easily enough and pulled the arrow that was impaled in the sole of his foot. Indra was terrified and activated the Mangekyō sharingan, causing the five soldiers who caught him to fall dead in an instant, leaving Indra free from their grasp. Indra took off through the forest with a small army at his back trying to kill him or worse, capture and steal his eyes. Indra wasn't about to let them get anywhere with his powers.

He jumped up, but realized that his chakra reserves were low. He dug his foot into the ground and spun, kicking dirt up, covering him from view. He shut his eyes and channeled the remaining chakra he had left to use to his eyes. Indra growled slightly as their life forces could be seen heading right for him. He threw up his fists and reached over to find that his sword had fallen off somewhere. Fuck me and my luck. Indra pulled the empty sheath from his sash and swung it around, finding it to be lighter than his sword.

Using the Mangekyō's ability to slow down time, Indra side-stepped and came around, swinging his sword scabbard down onto the soldier's neck, breaking his spine. Indra lifted his left foot as a spearhead was seen swinging underneath him. Indra jumped back, time still slowed, and grabbed the spear from the dead infantryman's back and spun it around, hurling it at the incoming soldier. A gut spattering groan was heard as the spear met its mark. Indra narrowed his eyes as his power began to increase.

His chakra returned brining a smile to his face. Chakra exploded out of his body, and suddenly ignited into a spontaneous flame. Indra roared and dashed ahead, breaking their legs and their spines with pinpoint accuracy. Indra spun around and slammed his foot into the head of one of the cavalrymen he knocked off of a horse. He jumped and quickly dove for the ground as a volley of arrows was released at him.

Indra rolled on the ground and jumped, kicking two soldiers away and digging a knife into a third. The boy ran a hand through his locks of obsidian black hair and glared as his Mangekyō darkened in color. Suddenly, twenty men and women standing in front of him exploded into a spontaneous black flame. Indra was surprised and ran ahead trying to put out the fire on one of the soldiers that seemed save-able. The rest of the soldiers took off into the forest, screaming in fear.

His left eye started to bleed slightly. The flame started to dissipate into thin air as Indra continued to worry about the soldier. With the darkness finally gone, Indra was surprised by what he saw; it was a beautiful woman with violet eyes and a head of the most crimson color he'd ever seen. She didn't look much older than he did, if anything, just as old as him. Her nose was small and pointed with her skin pale in comparison to his tanned skin. The girl looked at him with sweat falling down her forehead and onto her armor. Her violet eyes examining the boy with a fire in her pupils.

She was thinking of saying something, but instead, decided to keep it to herself. Things wouldn't be very good if she was to say something out of line. She wanted to fight back and kill the boy who just killed a great deal of battle-hardened men and women of the islands. She wanted to kill him, but he just saved her, almost as if he didn't know his own power. She looked at him and examined his features and realized that he was just a boy, no older than she was, probably the same age.

His hair sure was long and his favorite color seemed to be all black. He was muscled for his age despite looking so scrawny and skinny. He was tall and the girl couldn't help but keep her eyes on him. He was just a boy. She looked around and found that her comrades and clansmen were still burning in the dark flames Indra casted. The boy stood to his feet and reached down, pulling the girl to her feet. She stumbled slightly but the boy caught her just before she could fall completely.

"I…uhm…I'm Indra Ootsutsuki." Indra said trying to break the awkward tension.

"Kimiko Uzumaki." The girl replied. "Nice to meet you."


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