Warnings: Language, violence, slight OOCness, Ōtsutsuki!born-three-years-older!Byakugan!Tenseigan(later)!smarter!progressively-getting-stronger!Naruto, possible character death, maybe even a little bit of NaruHina or something, but I doubt that'll happen. Alive!Minato, alive!Kushina. Born-three-years-older!progessively-getting-stronger!Neji. Eventual Godlike!Naruto and maybe Neji, depending on what I decide to do with the plot.

I'm gonna be honest, but this might just be like Disturbed's rewrite, The Dysphoric and Euphoric. So when that comes out, readers here might find many similarities relating to that story on my other account, Harumi Uzumamein.

I'm also kind of nervous for this story…well, actually, I was nervous when I accepted and tried out brown phantoms challenge. But this is a bit different, as that one was on his profile, meaning it was public. I believe that this one is an author-personal challenge, which is something I have never done before. Heh. But this isn't the first "personal" one I received. I gained many, but turned them down because of my busy story status or simply because I wasn't interested enough in the concept of the challenge. But that doesn't mean I won't accept them! ^_^

(Uchigawa: "Pussy ass.")

(Mono: "And yet you still wished for kid friendliness.")

(Uchigawa: "Indeed I did.")

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Cold-Hearted Dreams of Oblivion

The night felt very cold. Ōtsutsuki Naruto was shivering from it until it got to the point of where his entire body was shaking violently. He glanced up at the sky; it was dark and cloudy, and there was a thin drizzle that made everything ache and annoyingly damp. He could feel the humidity, too. It was definitely going to snow, regardless of the orphaned humans that live on the streets.

Today was a day all hated and mourned. October 10th, the day of the Sandaime's death and the day of fifty thousand other deaths. But it was also the day of Naruto's birth, and thus, he had plenty of self-loathe. He was the holder of the Kyūbi—the creature everyone hated. So in turn, he himself was hated by nearly all of the villagers. The only people who had the decency to call him human were the Hyūga's.

But a majority of the branches hated him and wished for his death, despite his young age of three. He was making his way to their compound, and he was in no rush. Both Hiashi and his wife new that, and thus, at the end of their invitation, it had said that he could take as much time as he wished.

Naruto was grateful for that. He wanted more time to think than one might've thought.

The Sandaime Hokage sealed the bijū inside of him with the help of Jiraiya of the Sannin, who performed the Hakke Fūin. Hriuzen himself used Shiki Fūjin, and thus, he was killed instantly the moment the deal was tightened and locked up in both himself and Uzumaki Kushina.

But on that same day exactly two years ago, he had lost his eyes after he lost consciousness. No one knew how or why, as all elite shinobi who were there to be possible witnesses were either dead or unconscious as well.

He couldn't remember anything, either, so he found it to be useless to search. Yamanaka's feared the Kyūbi invading their minds, despite the seal being very high maintenance. Fear was fear, he learned; it tended to be difficult to overcome.

Naruto's muse was cut off when someone deliberately bumped into him, knocking him over into a puddle, mud spraying everywhere. The person snarled, his deep and gravelly voice making the downed and blind toddler wince. "Fucking brat. Watch where you're going!" He marched away, stepping on the boys hand as he did so.

Naruto grunted painfully. Another drunken bastard, he thought in annoyance. He sighed sharply, standing up and walking away, his body feeling like he was in Yuki no Kuni as he slowly and cautiously made his way towards the Hyūga's compound where the closest thing to happiness he could ever find be at.

"Naruto-chan! Why are you covered in mud? Oh, you poor thing…you're freezing! Are you hurt?" Hyūga Harumi was always the first to hover over Naruto, Neji and Hinata being both the second.

"Yeah. What happened?" Neji questioned, his white lavender eyes wide with worry.

Naruto shrugged. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I fell. Do you have an extra pair of clothes, Harumi-nee-chan?"

"Hizashi does," she said. Her hand cupped around his cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we can talk about why you're here. Okay?"

The Ōtsutsuki nodded, pulling white muddy strands of hair from his face. Harumi took his hand, guiding him towards Neji's room. As they passed down the hallway, Naruto felt quite a few glares burning holes in his frail form; he instantly knew who were staring at him: Side branches. He pulled himself closer to Harumi, hiding behind her to no avail. A small sigh escaped the Hyūga, but no words were spoken.

She knew that things would be much more difficult from that day forward.

A few minutes later, Hiashi, Harumi, Hizashi, all of the Hyūga elders and Naruto were sitting across from one another, all of the Hyūga's lining up with little Naruto facing them from the opposite direction. He looked nervous, and he was shifting every now and then from the annoying silence, but Harumi looked nervous too—everyone else was calmed and composed.

"So…" Hiashi started. "Now that everyone is here, we have an announcement for you, Naruto. A very special one."

The boy's brow perked up. "Really, 'ttebayo?"

"Yes," Harumi spoke, "really."

"We gained permission from Minato-sama, the Child Services and our elders," Hiashi continued. He smiled, but he knew Naruto wouldn't notice. "You, Ōtsutsuki Naruto, are officially part of the Hyūga Clan."

Naruto's mouth twisted in confusion. "What do you mean…? I'm confused."

"You're Hizashi's adopted child now," one of the elders croaked flatly.

Naruto's brow heightened in shock and happiness, his mouth gaping. Everyone stared at him, but they weren't being stared back. However, it seemed to be the mutual feeling.

Harumi beamed. "So? Are you happy?"

Naruto closed his mouth. "O-of course I am! Why wouldn't I, dattebayo?!"

Her smile would've widened if it wasn't for that fact that her cheeks already hurt enough just from smiling as she currently was. "Great…go ahead and get ready to move in. You'll be living with us from this day forward."

Ten months later…

"Are you excited?" Hyūga Hashi, Neji and Hinata's grandmother, questioned Naruto. Unlike the other clan elders, Hashi was the most decent, provided she was strict when it comes to certain things.

Naruto nodded, his grin wide with excitement and anticipation. "Yeah!"

"What about you, Neji? Are you excited?" Hashi asked sweetly.

"W-well yeah! I'm just really nervous…how do I know that Hanabi-chan will like me or not?" Neji asked.

Hizashi chuckled. "A newborn is just introduced to the world. He, or she in the case, can't and won't decide until later years."

Neji blinked, nodding in confirmation that he understood what his father was saying, but the nervousness was still evident on his face. Hashi smiled, ruffling his hair. "It'll be fine," she croaked, "Hanabi will love you."

Naruto smiled in agreement, and Neji felt reassured that everything would go well.

Many hours passed after that, pure silence blanketing the four. Naruto had fallen asleep, as did Neji. Hizashi and Hashi, however, stood up, enduring the stretching silence. But both mother and son were dead silent. In all eventuality—somewhere in the early morning, they predicted—Hiashi came out of the room, his face flat. But Hashi noticed the hard look he had when something bad happened.

"Hiashi," Hashi said. "What is the matter?"

The eldest twin simply blinked, turning and walking down the hall towards his study where he most often would spend his time to think or sulk about. Hashi blinked owlishly, standing up from her seat and walking into the room. Her eyes slightly widened when she saw Harumi.

She was dead.

Hashi glanced at the mid wives. "What happened?"

"She was sick with the flu two weeks prior to Hanabi's birth," the woman said. "It weakened her greatly. And when the contractions came, she weakened even more. You could probably guess what happened next…"

The elder sighed. "…I see…"

The the female doctor holding Hanabi glanced at the corpse of Harumi. "She had a last wish, though."

"And that was?"

"To give her eyes to Ōtsutsuki Naruto," she stated. "She said she wanted to give him eyes again because he deserved 'at least the Hyūga Clan's great dōjutsu'."

Hashi simply nodded. "I…understand. Does Hiashi know and approve of this?"

"Yes. Do you want us to bring in Junko-sensei to start the operation as soon as possible?" the doctor questioned.

Hashi nodded. "Yes. Please do. Hiashi will be down for a day or two, as well, so we can't exactly rule out that he'll be participating in family affairs for a little while."

The first mid wife that spoke nodded, standing up and slowly walking away while nodding her hello to Hizashi as she did so.

Hashi already knew that the week would be long and stressful.

She sighed, glancing at Harumi one last time before turning away. She needed to break the news to Naruto and Neji. Not to mention, Hinata. Then Hiashi would announce her death to the clan. Nobody would take the blow in stride. Harumi treated the branch members of the Hyūga Clan with the same level of respect towards the main house, sometimes just to spite the main house itself because of her parents's status as branch members.

Hashi glanced at Hizashi. He simply nodded, and left, getting the message right away. Then she turned to the two toddlers. "Children, please wake up." The sound of her stern and solid-no-bullshit tone made it easy to rouse them from their slumber. Naruto was the first to recover from his sleepiness. "Yes, obā-chan…"

"I have some news for you both," she stated.

Neji instantly sat up. "Is Hanabi here yet?"

Hashi smiled briefly before she put out her two hands. "Come along, I wish to explain something sensitive to the two of you."

Both boys exchanged glances before taking Hashi's hands. The elderly woman smiled in a way akin to how a caring mother would to her children. The three started to walk down the hall towards the opposite direction of Hiashi, towards the heart of the compound where the few chosen branch members and main house members would train. Hashi squeezed both of their hands, making them look up to her. "Boys," she started, "…do you know what death's aftermath would look like, by any chance?"

Three hours later…

"Hashi-sama," the midwife that went to retrieve Junko—who Hashi soon learned her name to be Takahashi Asuka—said as she appeared in front of the room Hashi and Naruto were in. Hizashi and Hiashi were sorting one another out, but Hashi knew that it was more like Hizashi sorting Hiashi out, much like how it went with Hizashi's own wife dying during the Kyūbi's assault nearly four years ago. "Junko-senpai has arrived. He is waiting for both you and Ōtsutsuki-san in the Hyūga Clan's medical section—Operation Room S15."

Hashi nodded. "Tell him that we will be there in a little bit. Naruto-chan still needs a little bit more preparation."

Asuka nodded back. "I understand. But please hurry, he is on a tight schedule."

The elderly Hyūga simply turned her head back towards Naruto, her white eyes staring Naruto down for a few more seconds before she spoke once again. "Are you ready?"

"N-not really…" Naruto murmured. "Why would Harumi-nee-chan give me her eyes? I mean, it's just…weird! Ya know, dattebayo?"

Hashi smiled in amusement, but it quickly disappeared. She stood up, walking up to Naruto and extending a hand. The child took it, both elder and child starting to make their way towards the operation room where Junko was waiting at.

Upon arrival, the young Ōtsutsuki felt…disturbed. He wasn't sure why. But one couldn't particularly blame him. He was only three, and thus, wouldn't been able to understand anything related to emotions.

Junko's hand rested on his shoulder, making Naruto jump slightly. "It'll be fine," he assured. "I promise you—you'll be able to see in a little while. It'll be probably the greatest thing that has ever happened to you."

He smiled, but nervousness bubbled up in his chest. The assurance helped lift his spirits, but the troublesome feeling was still there. He wondered…what would happen if he couldn't see his almost none of his family ever again?

What would happen if the operation failed?

He had gotten a bad feeling the moment his mind woke up from his surprisingly peaceful slumber. The young child sat up from his futon, walking towards the door and sliding it open—only to find a rather…interesting sight that made him gap in shock.

Fire, corpses and blood. Everywhere. His entire family was scattered literally all over the place: On the roofs, pinned to the walls, scattered all over the boxed clearing surrounded by the compound—some were even floating, stakes lodged in their throats or hearts and lungs. He shivered, bile rising up in his own throat and tears welling up in his white eyes.

His entire family…was dead.

The boy started to hyperventilate. The smoke kept clouding his lungs, and tears started streaming down his hot face. Sweat mixed with tears, and suddenly, everything seemed so…dire. He coughed, the smoke suddenly getting to his head and lungs, causing him to not only cough even harder, but also wheeze. Instantly he knew that he needed to get out of the compound. He turned his head towards the exit of the clearing towards the right—but it was blocked by bodies and fire.

He quickly turned around, only to find that his room—where a secret hideout exit was hidden—was on fire too. He gaped. There is no way out…b-but what about Oji-san, Nee-chan and Nii-san? What about them? And where is—

His thought was cut short when he felt an arm wrap around his waist, yanking his feet from his ground. He cried out in surprise, his head snapping towards the person who grabbed him. He had silver hair and a mask that covered everything but his eyes and short gravity-defying hair, his Konoha headband being broadly and seemingly proudly worn on his head. He wore a gray vest with darker shade of gray shoulder pads that buttoned on his shoulder blades. There was a strap a little ways over his waist, holding a rectangular holster over his right kidney. He also wore the standard shinobi outfit, the only difference being he had boots instead of zori. He recognized the man.

"Kakashi!"

The silver haired jōnin made no movement to show that he acknowledged the child's call of his name. He simply yanked off his glove and pressed it against the boys mouth in order to prevent any further internal damage from the smoke. He glanced around, scanning the area for an easier way out. He had to break down two solid walls in order to get where he was, and surprisingly, it took more effort than he anticipated.

But he stopped when he saw the bodies of what was left of the child's assumed family. They were beaten and bloody, ripped apart and decimated—some were decapitated, or simply missing one or two limbs with large pools of blood surrounding them. So it wasn't a normal disaster like we thought. Someone attacked them…and us.

Kakashi nimbly jumped out of the way beforehand when he sensed movement above him. Just in time, a beam made of pure ember and flame collapsed in the spot right where he was. He sighed. He would need to either barge through or use a drastic Suiton jutsu without harming the kid, which would be difficult, because drastic measures are harmful. From what he saw, the child was about three—maybe four.

"Close your eyes. We're getting out of here," Kakashi stated.

The child shuddered, but covered his eyes with his hands anyways. He didn't want to be completely blind, though. He kept a crack open to see. The man spoke something, and bullets of chakra-based water shot at his room's burning wall. The water seemed to slow down, expand and then cover more area than originally expected, but he didn't ponder over it. Kakashi was an elite—the boy knew that he knew what he was doing.

Steam and more smoke rose as the water hit. Kakashi didn't seem to hesitate to barge through, using the same technique to break down another burning wall. It lead to one more room—same process, same movements.

The moment after Kakashi literally barged through the last wall, the building exploded—but it was from a trap being set off. The Hatake sprinted away, dodging the debris and burning ember that flew from the compound.

After they reached the forest—far away from what was the Hyūga Clan's compound—Kakashi set the child down against the crane of a tree branch. He put the glove back on, and turned to the white-eyed boy.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"N-Naruto," the boy replied in between hiccups. Tears were streaming down his face. "Ōtsutsuk-ki…Na-ruto."

Kakashi's eyes widened in shock. "From the Ōtsutsuki Clan?"

"Y-yeah…" Naruto murmured. "B-but we're ex-extinct…"

The boy never got to finish. Kakashi quickly yanked both Naruto and himself away from the bunch of shuriken and kunai that was thrown their way. His head snapped towards their enemy. He was a man with white hair, but that was all he saw before a strange silver sword was thrown their way once again. Kakashi quickly jumped away, dashing with the speed he could produce without harming the proclaimed child Ōtsutsuki that was wrapped under his arms.

The man seemed to not even bother pursuing them, Kakashi just felt his presence disappear into midair. The Hatake frowned, but didn't ponder. There was one more Ōtsutsuki on this earth. There had to be an explanation, as he watched the last Ōtsutsuki's—specifically Ōtsutsuki Toneri's corpse land right in front of his feet.

So why are they still here?

He huffed in frustration. He stopped abruptly, stretches his senses briefly before setting the "Ōtsutsuki" down in between the crane of two tree roots. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Okay, kid. Seriously, stop playing games. What's your name? Your real name?"

"I told you!" he said, almost shouting. "My name is Ōtsutsuki Naruto!"

"I watched the last Ōtsutsuki die," the Hatake shot back. "So you're either a Hyūga, or a blind wet-nosed brat that wishes for pathetic attention."

Naruto's face went red with anger, the veins around his eyes popping up as he activated his Byakugan. How dare he! "I'm well aware of my clans legacy. I learned it a long time ago," he seethed, "…but just because a stupid bad villain that came from my family who claimed to be the 'last' Ōtsutsuki doesn't mean that he actually is the last one! Ahō!"

Kakashi blinked in surprise at how mad he had gotten. He has seen Uchiha kids get mad…but this was ridiculous. The child's dōjutsu was activated, and he was unknowingly manipulating his chakra and making it an element. Specifically wind. He could hear the shrill of the breezes. He recovered, blinked owlishly. "Calm down."

Naruto seemed to notice his bubbling anger, his dōjutsu deactivating and the breeze dispersing. For him, it felt like nothing. But to Kakashi, it felt like a gargantuan metal boulder that he had no idea about be pulled off. He sighed. "Good. Now, tell me, if you really are an Ōtsutsuki…then how do you know of its legacy? It faded a long time ago."

"Well, I dreamed about it," he stated quietly. "And even though I saw it a long time ago, I still remember it clearly…"

I guess that explains why he's so mature… the Hokage thought. "What did you see?"

"The Ten-Tails," he said calmly.

Kakashi's eyes widened. "What? What happened?"

"It didn't do anything," he murmured. "It just split into nine creatures. Eight of them disappeared and only the Nine-Tails stayed. He told me a lot of history about my family. And he has a weird sense of humor, 'ttebayo…"

Kakashi froze. Part of the reason was because of the explanation, and the other part was his verbal tick. Dattebayo. Uzumaki Naruto's verbal tick.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Kid," Kakashi said. "Did the Kyūbi have a name?"

"Yeah," Naruto replied. "His name is Kurama."

That does it. Kakashi picked Naruto up. Ōtsutsuki…wind based chakra…dattebayo…the Jūbi and other nine bijū…and then Kurama—the Nine-Tailed fox's true name. What the hell is going on?

"Asuka": "tomorrow fragerance"

"Takahashi": "hawk peck"

"Harumi": "governed beauty"

"Hashi": "bridge"; "chopsticks"

"Junko": "obedient child"

Yup.

Peace! :3