Time of Loneliness: Kyuseishu

By: Li

Summary: It all started on his eighth (8th) birthday. First a disembodied voice started talking to him randomly in his head, then a strange girl claiming to be his only family left fell from the sky, literally squashing him. What's this? Daughter from the future?!

Warnings: Time travel in later chapters, OC(s?), sexual mentions, blood, nice Kyuubi-kun, shounen ai/yaoi, and general craziness

Pairings: (past)Kyuubi/Naruto/, Sasuke/Sakura, Chouji/Ayame (ramen girl), Naruto/Hinata , Naruto/OC (see A/N)

A/N: Time of Loneliness: Kyuseishu has everything a good Naruto fic should have: a powerful Naruto (w/ family), Kyuubi being nice (kawaii chibi kitsune!), time-travel (in later chapters), and a healthy dose of shounen ai (with good pairings!). But since Naruto-san's eight at the beginning, nothing for a while.

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Chapter One: Savior's Arrival

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It all started on his eighth birthday, the day his cheerful and idiotic behavior was becoming more than it was supposed to be: a mask. It was also the day Konohagakure Village celebrated the Kyuubi no Kitsune's defeat and their beloved hero Yondaime Hokage's life achievements.

It was the day he hated most.

The eyes always became colder on October 10th as he walked past the festivals and parties. People drifted into silence and glared as he tried and failed to avoid others on crowded roads, using roof tops and back alleyways.

Sometimes he watched them, children his own age or younger smiling with the parents that refused to let them play with the 'demon child'. Once, only once, an adult had been kind enough to take him to a festival, albeit on a different day, as an uncle might have when his nephew's parents were away. But that man was now busy on missions with his ANBU team, and he didn't have time for Naruto anymore.

The families continued to laugh and enjoy each other's company, unaware of the envious gaze cast upon them. Their smiles seemed to mock him in his loneliness as the boy watched from atop a nearby building, smirking in a twistedly-happy way as darkness consumed more and more of his soul each day. It hurt, sometimes, yet Naruto just ignored it and pretended to be oblivious.

'Why?' he asked himself, expecting no answer. 'Why am I the one always alone and hated?' Even at such a young age, the boy was aware.

'Why do you think, brat?' a deep voice growled from deep within his mind. 'It's because of me, you stupid human.'

So startled by the voice, that the eight year old boy almost fell from his high perch in shock. Regaining his balance, Naruto thought angrily, 'Who the Hell are you? And why are you in my head?'

The unknown voice growled and muttered something incomprehensible to humans before answering in annoyance, 'Who do you think, brat?'

Naruto didn't answer and the unknown conscious just sighed deeply, murmuring about stupid humans and other offensive things under his breath. The boy waited patiently, unconsciously observing the kimono-clad civilians prancing around the booths below him, mesmerized by his fellow children's laughter and amusing attempts to make their parents/guardians laugh.

'Fine, ningen, I'll explain,' his mind's intruder muttered dejectedly. 'You know what the blasted Yondaime of yours is famous for, right?'

'Of course,' Naruto answered, a feeling akin to the unknown (to him) emotion of pride swelling up in his chest. 'He defeated the Kyuubi no Kitsune, sacrificing his own life in the process. That's what the festivals today are for.'

The deep growling animalistic voice cackled, leaving the blond completely confused. 'Hahahaha! That idiot ningen leader defeat me, the most powerful Lord of Youkai? Brat, you have it all wrong.'

Staring with fearful eyes out over the moonlit celebrations of an inaccurate accomplishment by the Village's former leader, Naruto stuttered inside his mind, 'Yo-you're th-the K-Kyuubi no Kitsune? What are you doing inside me?'

The Kyuubi no Kitsune, Highest Lord of the Demon Realms and currently sealed in a little blond human (who he had to admit was extremely cute, even if the youkai would never say so to anyone) immediately sobered, still chuckling every so often.

'I was sealed inside that (censored) Yondaime's kit, cursed blond human, and am stuck here until you decide to let me out (hint hint) or we ultimately fuse.' The fire fox roared deeply, growling at the humiliating memories. Not only was his vessel pathetic, he was also the spawn of his sealer! How ironic, that the one once so beloved by Konoha had a son so hated by it's residents.

Stunned, Naruto's brain processed the information much slower than his usual sharpness. After a delayed reaction of shock as he almost fell from his perch once again; the blond regained his balance. 'Yon-yondaime is my o-outo-san?'

The sealed demon 'Hn'ed emotionlessly in reply, confirming the brat's question.

Naruto spent a few moments thinking this new development over. If he was the Fourth's son, why did the Villagers hate him so much? Sure, he had the demon that had killed so many inside him, but didn't him being the Hero's child warrant at least civil behavior toward him?

His musings were heard by Kyuubi, who answered, 'From your memories, kid, it looks like they don't know. Stupid, idiot ningen... Want to kill them?' The kitsune grinned insanely at the thought of slaughter within his own cell, plotting the deaths of various Konoha citizens he wanted revenge over. (Mostly blood and involving sharp objects, demonic jutsu, and him taking brief control.)

Foxes were usually sly, crafty creatures that avoided crowded areas and enjoyed pranking the insufferable humans to insanity. The Kyuubi wanted to kill instead of slowly making his victims slowly lose their minds, and though clever, was much more blunt and obvious than most of his kind. And you wonder how he was sealed by a human instead of tearing Konoha from existence!

'NO!' Naruto stated fiercely. As much as the Villagers had ridiculed and mistreated him, he was by no means homicidal. In fact, he would rather leave and find his own place in the world than stay here and await a chance for revenge. Even at the age of eight, he had grown tired of hate.

'They treat you like crap, throw food at you, call you names, and force you to be alone, and you turn down the chance for revenge?' growled the Kyuubi, forcing a small wave of red chakra out of the boy, alerting his ANBU watchers. 'What are you, a Saint? From what I've seen, and my own influence, you are anything but!'

The ninja watchers appeared behind the boy, eyes grave and cold behind their animal masks. "Uzumaki Naruto," said one, face covering carved like a badger's, "please come with us."

Naruto furiously shook his head. Now that he knew about Kyuubi, he didn't trust the shinobi to not want their own revenge through assassination.

Their Captain, a brown haired, lithe woman with the face of a wolf stepped forward, hand on her katana in warning. "If you do not come with us peacefully, Uzumaki-san," came her muffled voice, "we shall be forced to use... other means." (He could just imagine her sadistic smile.)

Blue eyes wide, the boy startled the ANBU as he safely jumped from the high building and into the street, ignoring the yells he got from the celebrators, and ran.

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Panting slightly, Naruto walked along the gardens of Konohagakure, at the moment deserted since everyone was at the festivities, and sighed. He'd lost the ANBU somewhere near his favorite ramen stand, with (he admitted grudgingly) his resident demon's help. At least the Kyuubi hadn't tried to force anymore youki out this time, instead advising diversion tactics that shouldn't have worked on the advanced guard.

Sighing lightly again, the eight year old crossed a random bridge and leaned against the railing in the middle, head on his arms as he stared at his unwavering reflection. Soulful blue eyes stared back at him even in the darkness, sun-bright hair messy with only his customary goggles to tame it, skin tanned and cheeks marred with three lines on each.

He supposed they resembled whiskers, or could've just been scars from an accident, but to him they were a reminder of the fox he now knew resided in his stomach. A loose black shirt covered his underfed form (he couldn't afford to eat too much), the strange orange spiral reminding him of the seal that kept the beast at bay, his black shorts and dark blue sandals standard. All-in-all, he looked like a normal boy his own age.

A bright light and ripple in the river interrupted his thoughts. In all but a moment, he felt a dead weight drop onto his smaller form from a decent height, the unknown person moaning.

Naruto twisted around to face the person that had just tackled him from the sky, only to end up with a face full of itchy hair. He couldn't see the person's face, but from the other body's shifting, he could tell it was a female. Was she a ninja or something, to fall from the sky? And why did she choose him to land on?

The girl used shaky arms to hold herself up for a moment and blinked down at him, orbs clouded and body tense. She couldn't hold up her own weight for much longer, he knew; she seemed much too tired.

Before the anonymous girl once again collapsed on top of him, she stared down at him with the eyes he saw every day in the mirror: his soulful blue. Unable to dwell on the fact for long, Naruto heard her murmur in a slurred voice, "Narashi, what are you doing away from Suna?"

She was out cold before he could so much as ask what she meant.

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A/N: Pairings, pairings. Well, from the Strange Girl's past to the Present's future, the pairings change (expect SasuSaku and ChouAya). I like NaruHina and KyuuNaru, and both pairings are in this fic. I may even decide to pair Naruto up with Hinata in the Present's future; not sure.