Hello there! This originally was posted as a one-shot, but I had an idea pop into my head of somehow Naruto being able to go back by inserting himself back into a memory of his past, by accident of course. That after being torn apart by the war, if he was not dying, he would want to go back to before the defection of Sasuke, before the time with Akatsuki, before the Pain invasion, before the war, so that he could better the timeline, not make mistakes. Review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Those rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
The Savior That Can't Be Saved
Chapter 1:
The Savior That Can't Be Saved...
The savior walked in a daze, not wanting to see reality. He knew he should focus on the situation, but the death of his teacher and fellow teammate was too much to bear. He was on a cross with a crown of thorns tearing at his forehead. The savior gripped his thorny crown, tearing it off his head and throwing it onto the ground. The thorns were metal, reflecting the sun's stare back to itself as his arms were dangling pillars of flesh, numb, worn and useless. Each step felt like an eternity, shuffling weakly to the beat of his lonesome, slow heart.
His blond mountain range rested on his head as his ocean pools weren't full of happiness, excitement and innocence, but with grief, failure, sadness and darkness. His black cloak waved with the wind's hands touched it as he kept staggering on, no water flooding from his pools. His hands began to make their own communication, making signs. Wind rushed around him like it was his mother, her love for the savior trying to protect and guard the boy from harm, whipping and lashing around him like strikes of a vicious animal that was rapid and wild, untamed by man.
The wind pulsated radically unlike his sinking heart. The savior raised his hand, a mask holding his face together as his emotions were out of control, and, then, pushed it down instantly, causing a giant slash of wind to crash into the earth like a demon on a rampage.
Maybe I am a demon…, thought the savior grimly looking at the destruction the war had on all people, his people, and their people. The wind ripped through the corpses of shinobi like a butter-knife cleaving through a fragile piece of paper. The former life of the dead stained the world a deadly crimson. He kept walking toward where he had to go, the path to the destroyer, the evil, the diabolical deleter of the Shinobi World.
All of a sudden, a beam of black flame was beside the savior, the wind allowing him to make a quick dodge of the attack. The destroyer's partner came and grinned at the savior when he saw him with his eternal eyes. His black clothes wrapped around him, revealing a v-shaped part of his chest. A crow-shaped head with a twisted bottom beck appeared behind him, holding a ball of the blazing black flames it one of its weirdly shaped hands. The destroyer's partner's eyes were weirdly shaped, a weird star with six points with a triangle in the middle that had a hole in the middle. In the background of the triangle figure was something that looked like an altered Star of David which all of these signs were in front of a black background.
His hairstyle is what people would call a duck's behind with bangs as he grinned evilly at the savior.
The savior just walked toward the destroyer's partner, not caring about him at all. The destroyer's partner ran toward the walking savior, who only past him, not even attacking, causing the destroyer's partner to stop and turn in disbelief. The destroying man was staring at the saving one, glaring in anger at the back of the savior.
He made a handsign, the crow-being vanishing, and lightning channeled into his palm. "Don't you run from me, Naruto! I won't let you!" He cried out as it was his cry of battle, charging at the turned man. "I'll just run and kill you while you have your back turned away from me, dope!"
The savior didn't answer back merely walking away as the destroyer's apprentice and partner approached him with a chirping lighting palm. The savior, then, simply stood and turned, causing the destroying man to grin and laugh loudly on the battlefield. The savior made a hand sign and whispered an unknown set of words.
The winds started to turn angry at the boy attacking its child. The savior's mother whipped and growled out into a storm, vicious and bloodthirsty. The wind began to surprise the destroyer's apprentice who stopped his chirping attack and unleashed a beam of concentrated black flame from one of his unusual eyes, burning through the savior's mother like a lighter burning through a paper body.
The savior looked calm and unfocused at the raging windy flames that tore through the barren wasteland of a battlefield as the apprentice charged at the savior with his chirping palm and the savior formed a sphere with four points sticking out of it. They both charged at each other, one grinning, the other wearing a calm frown as the wind sphere tore through the chirping static and the apprentice dodged the sphere from hitting him only to be punched by the savior's fist, falling backward into the ground.
The savior looked at him and went on his way on to see the destroyer in front of him. The savior growled at the destroyer who hid by a mask of a Sharingan and wore the cloak of darkness.
The savior knew now he had to fight, even if it killed him, even if his world was tearing apart…
No..., the savior thought sadly at the field of bodies, corpses of former friends, unknown strangers, and figures he had only know in history, my world is already torn apart…
Memories flooded his mind, numbing him in their unusual clarity. A school full of ninjas, happy faces, angry faces, sad faces, unrecognizable faces, and dear faces… The only thing those faces and the memories had been that they were dead… He was alive… No, he was dead… alive yet dead.
He saw the lips of the destroyer's apprentice speak the savior's death wish… The savior just wished for death… He wished for closure… for an end to come… for a beginning to begin. You know? He had lost everything… nothing was left… The only thing he had left was going to kill him…
No…, the savior thought chuckling harshly. That was taken long ago…
He just waited, no longer making hand signs, hands dangling, loose fingers, nothing in his grasp… He looked up slightly with his cold eyes that pierced through the cold red eyes of the apprentice, the eyes of Death… He, for once, welcomed the look, smiling which made the apprentice's face scowl and twist into an expression of hatred… After all, that's all he had left…
The apprentice made hand signs and the familiar sound of chirping birds hit the savior's ears… He could see the lightning in the apprentice's palm and it was moving pretty fast, but to the savior, it was moving in milliseconds, teasing him until it suddenly pierced his chest. He had no drive, no energy left… He just held a smile, which the apprentice hated. The apprentice kept driving the hand into the chest of the savior, crimson life covering the hand in a cold liquid pleasure…
He felt being picked up and saw the familiar statue. He saw the masked destroyer and his apprentice on the fingers. A blinding light hit him, and unimaginable pain came crashing into him. He felt helpless… useless… a dead last… He began to see memories again, flashing through his mind, tearing through it with the pain of the unbearable kind. And he was the one that could deal with unbearable pain…
The savior closed his eyes, feeling the embrace of death yet there was something there, hidden hope in the memories that came to his eyes. There was one where he saw his teacher, his classmates, the one where he learned what he really was, the one where he felt like he was someone, the one where he gained his thorny crown…, but he didn't rush into it.
Instead, the savior looked at the memory of when he was only five, when the old man told him about the Ninja Academy, gave him some free ramen, and enrolled him in it. He remembered how he exclaimed he would go through the academy in no time, like his sensei did before him, the scarecrow... He remembered the chuckle of the old man, the kind smile, and ruffling of his hair... He remembered how proud the old man was of him, the Fire Shadow...
He wanted to be able to prove it... To go back there and show everyone that he could have been a prodigy... Maybe, then, he would have accomplished his goals... Maybe, this apocalypse would have been avoided altogether... or at least stopped before it happened... And he wouldn't be feeling the demonic energy burning his skin, trying to wake him up, yet he was too weak... He couldn't even open his eyes... He could feel the violent energy leave his body..., making him feel weaker...
He, then, remembered the ramen stand, the old man, and the registration into the Academy. Without thinking, the savior jumped into the memory and everything stopped hurting...
Everything around him, in front of him, changed into black as he felt like he was in a peaceful state of, not death but, sleep...
He just went into it…