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Summary: over two thousand years ago Konoha was completely wiped off the map. Naruto is an immortal yokai kitsune. He left the village in order to protect everyone, but now, they are dead. Two thousand years later, everyone is reborn, but they have no memory of their ninja past.
A/N: This is my first fan-fic so please be nice and enjoy. Any reviews to help me improve on my writing are appreciated.
The Forgotten Past
Prologue
I stood there, my blue eyes wide with disbelief, trying to take in the destruction that surrounded me. What had once been one of the most powerful Shinobi villages was now nothing. A pile of rubble was all that remained.
Bodies of both ninja and civilians alike lay scattered in what were once vendor crowded streets. I walked, almost in a complete daze, sandaled feet moving on their own accord. My blue eyes filled with tears as my gaze fell upon familiar faces.
I was too late. Gone; Dead; Everyone I knew and loved. Everything I spent my life trying to protect was gone; Destroyed. My feet continued to move on their own. Further into the village, my slow strides took me.
"This can't be real. They were supposed to be safe." The words came barely above a whisper. Hoarse with unshed tears was my voice. i couldn't afford to cry. i had to know what had happened.
My blue eyes looked to an equally blue sky, as if it held the answers I desperately needed, but no answers came.
Slowly the scene before me faded, the bodies disappeared, and the place fast forwarded through time. I was no closer now to finding answers than I was 2,000 years ago.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I let the last remnants of the jutsu wear off. No matter how many times I came back here, I still couldn't remember what happened.
I sighed again as I turned, and once again, walked away from the ruined village.