Authors Note: So. This would be titled AU, because, for one, almost nothing (besides Teams, and Kyuubi) are the same in this FanFiction. Along with that, I have created five different Chakra types: Dragon (Doragon/Ryū); Psychic (Reikon/Sheushin); Blizzard (Burizādo); Animal (Dōbutsu); and Ancient (Kodai). I've also made five Original characters (Sensō, Tamashī, Kōrudo, Usagi, and Kako).
I will explain the important of those five characters later on in the story.
For now, though, just read:
Seven years before current day (Naruto is 7 years old)
The man was dressed in a gray cloak. A bronze sword was strapped to the thin leather belt wrapped tightly around the Shinobi's waist, and a slightly over-sized black shirt was smooth, ironed, and had no smudges. Onyx pants tightly fit the man's legs, and one large, fair-skinned hand rested upon the grip of the sword whilst the other held the bandage-sewn hat up above his eyeline.
Platinum hair was shoulder-length, and strips of tufted waves fluttered in the wind, blowing into his eyes, which were cold and harder than the diamonds that made up the buckle of his belt. The ice-blue jewels glittered like sun-struck snow, and long, pale lashes fluttered as large, round eyes closed once before whooshing back open again.
He had an aura of cold, and a dusting of snow followed his trail up the street.
Before him, stood a young child of short stature, with azure eyes, whiskered cheeks, and yellow hair that was simultaneously spiky and fluffy at the same time. The baby fat of youth still filled out his body, and the man looked down at him with a look of disdain.
"Naruto," he rumbled. "You will come with us now."
The child, also known as Uzumaki Naruto, the son of the now deceased Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina, blinked round eyes, then bristled apprehensively and spat, "I'm not going anywhere with the likes of you!"
An eye twitched.
A young woman standing behind the man on the porch stepped forward, pushing the man behind her, and she crouched, heels of her boots just off the ground, and said, "ah, Naruto-Chan. We knew your father."
Naruto's interest peaked, and he leaned forward slightly. "Really? How?"
She smiled, violet hair flashing lavender in the light of the moon, and lifted her dark, salmon pink eyes to the man behind her, satisfaction glimmering in their pink depths.
"You see, Kōrudo," she began. "You can't just order children around. You need to connect with them on a spiritual level."
"I'm not a child whisperer, Tamashī," Kōrudo growled. "You want one of those, go find a Medic-Nin or something."
Tamashī laughed, and slowly held out a long, slender, nimble hand for the blond to hold, and as he grasped her fingers, she slowly rose, turning to her fellow Shinobi as she smirked and said, "Indeed, it is past time for Kako to meet his apprentice, don't you think?"
Kōrudo grunted.
Naruto's hand, held tightly by the girl: and he could see it now. Neither of them were adults. In fact, if he didn't know better, he'd say the girl was only about nine years old, and the boy was thirteen.
White hair and long, magenta locks mingled together as the three walked towards the woods, and yet, if watching from far away, you wouldn't notice the girl was there, as her smoky black clothes blended in with the night, and her purple hair was dark enough to blend in with her surroundings, however the shock of white hair, and the blob of yellow spikes, would've given them away in a heartbeat.
As it was, Naruto disappeared into the forest, and the hidden village of Konohagakure wouldn't hear of him in the next seven years.