I know I said that I would not be doing more than four stories at once…but this came up in my mind. And the plot bunnies would not stop running until I gave in. this is my first attempt at writing a darkish story. Kind helps that I was listening to "Your best nightmare" when writing this. This is simply the prologue. Which is why its so short.

Im going to be trying to increase my chapter content to at least thirteen thousand words instead of a measly five-eight thousand. Which is why I haven't updated anything else in quite a while.

I do so hope you enjoy this. This is a different take on the whole parents thing in Naruto, so please review and tell me your thoughts.

Prologue: Why!?

-Ost: Undertale: The fallen child-

Why?

Why?

Why…

WHY!?

"Mother…how could you…?"

Broken, his world shattered before his very eyes by the person he trusted the most. A cruel reality layed before him on the date of his birth.

A day of happiness, of joy. Turned into a bloodbath by the figure that stood in the middle of it all. A cruel smile on her lips as she examined the blond boy crying on his knees. His tears having no visible effect on the woman.

His friends shocked faces, dismembered limbs, and chunks of flesh were scattered around, blood everywhere as his tears intermingled with the pool he lay kneeled in. In the midst of all the carnage, of all the horror, was an untouched birthday cake, six candles perfectly lit as not a touch of crimson was spotted upon the frosting. Unlike the rest that was soaking the table cloths.

The Woman was like beauty given physical form. Crimson red hair flowed like ethereal strands of silk down her back and ended just short of her ankles. Amethyst eyes of the purest shade gleamed in the light of the terror around her. Perfectly flawless skin just a touch pale glistened in the candlelight. The only imperfection to the picture of beauty was the blood stained kimono, and the euphoric smile that marred the woman's face.

"Why…?"

Why indeed? It was like a mantra, a repeated phrase as the boy still tried to comprehend the scene before him. Why were all his friends mutilated in such gruesome ways? Why was his mother standing there, her clothing bloodstained as she simply smiled at him like she had been for the past twenty minutes? And why? Why? WHY!?

Why was she standing on the torso of his father!? Why could he see his beloved father's legs just behind the table!? Why were his eyes missing from their sockets!? Why was she looking at him, her son, with all the love she could convey as she stood in a puddle of her husband's blood!

"Why…? Why would you do this…?"

She laughed. It was the laugh he had always heard from her when he always tried to prank her, or steal from the cookie jar, or anything she found amusing. It was the laugh that he had associated with the kindest person in the world, the one person he could always trust, the person that he always went to when he was being bullied, and the person that would sing him to sleep when he cried in her arms.

So why? What did she find so funny in all of the unholyness around her!?

Chains. Golden chains erupted from the ground and wrapped around his kneeling form. He put up no resistance when they tightened around him and kept him in that same kneeling position. She fixed him a look full of love and caring as he calmly took a step forward, and began to walk from one puddle of blood to the another puddle. The only difference being that she was, at the same time, stepping into a puddle of children's tears.

The woman knelt in front of her crying child, her son, and gave the boy a smile…before she thrusted her hand through the boys stomach. The boy cried out in pain as his mother grabbed something inside of him, and twisted her hand. A howl of agony escaped the boy's lips as his mother pulled back her hand, a golden orb of power was pulsating in her grasp.

The golden chains slackened, and released the boy so that he may collapse and lay in the puddle of blood and tears around him. A gaping hole was in the place of his stomach as blood flowed out of it like a river, joining the rest of the sanguine liquid that was scattered everywhere on the stone floor.

The boys haunted and pain filled eyes still leaked tears as his mother held the glowing orb in her blood covered hand. A loving smile was still in place as her jewel-like eyes gazed into her child's sapphire-like ones. She walked over and knelt right next to her dying child, who gasped up a glob of blood that escaped his lips.

"I always wanted a daughter…and then you were born. Can't say it wasn't worth it…you were always so adorable. I think I actually started to love you a little bit starting…about six months ago."

Her words were cruel as she moved her sons head onto her lap. Not caring for any of the blood staining the area around her as she ignored her child's last breaths.

"It truly is a shame that Minato was fool enough to seal a demon into your gut. 'Protecting his village' I believe he called it. 'We'll protect him from the villagers' he told me. It really doesn't matter in the end, I mean; what kind of father seals a demon into a child's body…much less his own infant that was just born? I did tell him that I would pluck his eyes out for that…and an Uzumaki always keeps their word."

Her son's body was now starting to feel cold. Her eyes narrowed in anger at that simple fact, and then softened when she realized that the boy she was cradling was just that. A child. So she sent a pulse of her power into her weakling of a son to keep him alive just a tad bit longer. The mother smiled as she stroked the boy's bloodstained hair. The crimson liquid had now turned black due to exposure.

"If your fool of a father hadn't made his most idiotic decision that faithful day…and let me seal the demon into myself, you would've lived. And we would be spending happy days in a royal palace as I ascended to godhood like I am doing right now…and you would have many more sisters instead of the twins you will never get to see."

A choked sound came from the boy's throat as he tried to speak. Kushina smiled as she sent another pulse of her power into her dying child. She leaned forward and bent her back just a smidgeon and sent a simple breath into her child's ear.

"Tell me your last words Naruto…so that I may look back fondly at all the memories of my first child." She whispered into the boy's ear and then tilted her head so that her ear was next to the boy's mouth. She listened intently as her child managed to bring out the last words she would hear from the child.

"I…I love you mom." The boy croaked out, before he went limp in her arms. A frown marred the woman's bloody face as she processed that she just heard. A sigh escaped her lips as she stood up, the body of her child sliding off her legs. She walked three steps away from the still breathing, but pitiful child behind her.

She didn't turn around to look at the boy as a dark power seeped out of the redheaded woman's body and gathered near her hand. A hard look was directed the woman's hand as she glared at the open door before her.

"You always were a momma's boy…but I guess that's part of what makes you so adorable." She hissed into the air as she whipped herself around, and slung the concentrated glob of dark power towards her almost-dead child that layed on the bloody floor.

The insidious power screeched through the air and collided with the downed boy, enveloping everything in the room with a blinding tainted light. When it stopped gleaming, it revealed a stone statue in place of the boy, carved into his likeliness.

A smile graced the mother as she exited the building, a third eye found itself being formed in the middle of her forehead as she walked through the halls of her quiet home, leaving behind the dead bodies of her deceased husband, and the friends of her first child.

"If you can survive and escape the Voidlands…then you can call yourself my child. And I will shower you with my love…that is if your future siblings don't kill you first." She chuckled as the third eye opened, revealing a red eye with multiple rings and nine tomoe.

In the next second, an entire village blinked out of existence. And then a continent was vaporized in the next. And then the entire world was rewritten.

-OST:END-

A sigh escaped the mouth of a redheaded seventeen-year old with a set of headphones blasting music into his ears. He calmly walked the waterways, avoiding people without even opening his eyes as his feet walked the well-travelled cobblestone road.

He wore a simple dark blue coat; it appeared to be a simple pallet swap of the coats in the matrix, a pair of sunglasses that blocked the world from seeing his eyes. His leather boots sloshed through a puddle of cold water as he flexed his fingerless-gloved hands. With the gloves themselves having a symbol of a circle surrounded by a ring of flames, a sun symbol.

It was night. The stars were out on this chilly winter afternoon as the seventeen-year old's breath became visible when it came into contact with the night air. The city lights lit up the walkways and showed the world the black color of the riverway. It appeared as if the water was just simply liquid darkness as it continued underneath a tunnel beneath a bridge.

The young adult pulled a pin out of his pocket. It was a strange pin, black with white skull-like design. The almost-man tossed it into the air, pulling in a deep breath as the pin flipped in the air…

"Open up…your senses."

…and landed back into his open palm. And then his mind's eye opened, and he could hear everything. The man stood there for naught but a few seconds, before he suddenly took off into another direction, heading into a seedy alleyway that needed to be cleaned up.

He walked through the alleyway and took a left at the fork in the road, and came upon a sight of a group of three men accosting a single woman. Already knowing what they would say if he interrupted them and asked what they were doing, the man simply walked behind one of the men, and clobbered him in the back of the head.

The indignant cry of pain drew the attention of all that were present. One of the three men sneered at the intruder as he conjured up a fireball to float above his open hand.

"Do you wanna get hurt kid?" he demanded angrily as he glared right at the seventeen-year old who hit his buddy in the back of the head. The same fella who still had yet to get back up.

The boy was quiet for three seconds before he spoke up. "The better question would be…"

He opened his eyes. And then his left eye glowed a ghostly blue and a wispy trail of that same color floated up from his eye.

"Do you wanna have a bad time?"

Cue Megalovania.

In case you couldn't tell, I have played undertale recently. As well as Pokemon super mystery dungeon. Which is partly why I haven't done anything with I don't think mom wanted me to be a ninja. I wanted to see what plot and character stuff super introduced into the lore of mystery dungeon, and see what I wanted and could add onto my first story.

But anyways, Undertale is an amazing game with a story that just sucks you right in, and does so with its lovable cast of characters (sans and papyrus), its music, and gameplay. It's a very unique game that is more than worth the ten bucks it costs on steam. Toby Fox has done some amazing work, and I look forward to what he does in the future.

I got this idea from another fairy tail/Naruto fanfic called 'devil of edolas, soul of the one magic' or something to those lines. In it, Naruto's a god. Kushina's a god. Menma's a little shit but he's a god. And his sisters are gods as well. Only problem is…Naruto has some really bad history with his mum. And well…its pretty interesting. Its makes a godlike Naruto actually have some decent enemies, them being gods themselves. go check it out if you want.

And yes, that was a player pin.

AND THATS ALL SHE WROTE!

CUE THE AIRHORNS!

BABABABWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!