Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

Wow, I never expected this idea to become a story. It started as a small thought about Naruto taking care of a chibi Orochimaru. Then it became a idea about Naruto taking care of Orochimaru's son, sort of like the relationship between Sesshomaru and Rin(from Inuyasha). But then the idea of a chibi Madara wouldn't leave me alone. So I said what the hell, Madara should have a son, too. The idea evolved until it became this.

Warning: small hints of yaoi in the future. If you can look 'underneath the underneath. -chuckles- But easily ignored for yaoi haters.

The titles are named after songs I listened to during the chapter. Okay enough rambling. Enjoy.

Prologue: My Will

Naruto's breathing was harsh as he dragged himself to his feet. The rain pounded down him and the holes in his chest and shoulder bled freely yet he paid them no mind. He trudged forward into the forest, his mind dead to the world around him.

'I failed.'

Step.

'I couldn't keep my word.'

Step.

'Why? Why did he try to kill me? Did I...did I not try hard enough? Was I not a good friend?'

Trip.

Naruto curled up into fetal position. He was so cold and numb, physically and emotionally. He wished that the rain would just wash him away. It would feel so good to just fade away...

"Kit!"

Naruto opened his eyes to find himself in the sewer of his mind scape. He stood and walked into the chamber where he knew Kyuubi was imprisoned, dragging his feet and keeping his head low.

Kyuubi was surprised when instead of his naive host, he was met with a pale copy of him. His skin was pale, his once golden blond hair was silvery blond. His orange jumpsuit was ripped and the two holes from Chidori were present.

Kyuubi narrowed his eyes. His host's condition in the mind scape reflected his mental state, just like the mind scape itself. Naruto had been alone for most of his life and still felt alone and left in the dark, hence the sewer.

"Brat, you're going to get us killed."

"I'm sorry Kyuubi-san but that is my intention." Naruto said in a low monotone voice, his head still down.

Kyuubi growled. "Why? All for that traitorous Uchiha. He is nothing."

Naruto lifted his head and if Kyuubi was human, he would have gasped. Naruto's eyes were once the window to his soul. You could read every emotion he had in them and even in his darkest times, there was a little hope. But now they were dead. They changed from cerulean blue to grayish blue, like a storm. But it was like Naruto wasn't there anymore. All you could see was an empty void.

"He was my best friend." Naruto said, his voice raspy and low. "I couldn't stop him. He left me all alone. I can't keep my promise to Sakura. If I can't save my best friend then I don't deserve to be Hokage. And if I can't become Hokage" Naruto's voice dropped so low that if Kyuubi wasn't a demon he wouldn't have heard. "I have no purpose."

Kyuubi was stunned. He had never known that being Hokage had been his only purpose. Looking back, it had been the only dream the blond had spoken of. And the blond had been alone before he had become rivals with the Uchiha. Then Naruto had felt some kinship with the Uchiha. It was the first and most special bond to him. To have it so harshly broken...well, the result was standing in front of him.

"Kit, you shouldn't kill yourself. You need to find another purpose."

If Naruto showed emotions, he would have raised an eyebrow. "Like what."

Kyuubi pondered furiously. He wasn't good at positive encouragement. Hell, he would have been worsening his host's condition if he hadn't seen how unstable he was. The wrong thing could cause him to commit suicide.

"Become stronger, so that you will never be beaten again."

"But-"

Kyuubi was fed up. "Kit! You will not kill yourself and that's final. You WILL live and you WILL survive. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Kyuubi-san."

Kyuubi threw the boy out of the mind scape. "That kit." Kyuubi muttered.

Naruto opened his eyes to find himself curled against a tree, soaking wet. He brushed his wet hair out of his face and struggled to his feet. His limbs felt numb and his body felt like it was going to shut down any moment. He would have loved nothing more than to lay back down and pass away peacefully. But Kyuubi wouldn't let him.

He trudged onward. The Valley of the End was near the border of the Land of Fire. So where could he go? What would he do?

'Kyuubi-san said that I should get stronger. I have nothing else to do so why not. Where to go? Ame sounds good but I would be in danger if they found out I was from Konoha. Plus I heard that the leader Hanzo was overthrown by some god. Wind Country is allies with Konoha so they would tell them where I am. Oto is a definite no. So that leaves the Hidden Waterfall Village and the Hidden Grass Village. It would be easy to stay anonymous in Hidden Grass since they know me in Waterfall. So to Hidden Grass.'

-Scene change-

"Kabuto." Orochimaru hissed.

"Yes, Orochimaru-sama?"

"Has the sperm been implanted?"

"Yes, my lord. The female is pregnant and you will have your heir in nine months."

Orochimaru smiled. "Perfect."

-Scene change-

"Pein."

"Yes, Madara-san?"

"I plan to have an heir."

Pein didn't show a reaction but he did raise an eyebrow.

"I have heard that Orochimaru plans to pass on his skills to his heir. While I am teaching Itachi, I don't quite trust him. If I had a son, he would be loyal only to me and would be more than a match for Orochimaru's son."

"Hn."

-scene change, time skip, 5 years-

"What?"

Naruto gave the fox a blank look. Even after five years, he only lived because of the fox's urging. "I said that I have found a way to free you and enable me to survive. It will greatly deplete my chakra reserves but they will still be large compared to others."

"How?" Kyuubi asked incredulously. His container had grown brilliant in the past few years. He had thrown himself into growing stronger, learning anything and everything to occupy his time. He made use of the Kage Bushin and learned more in five years than most would learn in decades. Fuuinjutsu, kenjutsu, kinjutsu. He learned many jutsu that he didn't even need but as he often said, it was better to have and not need than to need and not have.

"It's simple really. I drew the seal before I came in here and now I just have to perform the jutsu and rip off the seal. I found it in an ancient fuuinjutsu scroll dating back to the days of the Sage of Six Paths."

Naruto began performing hand signs rapidly, his hands glowing blue. "Release: Fuuinjutsu destruction." He reached for the seal and it turned to dust under his hand. Kyuubi's eyes widened as he and Naruto faded from the mind scape for the last time.

When Kyuubi opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of a seal in his human form. He stood, shaking out his long, spiky red hair. He looked outside the circle to see Naruto panting, his skin pale and sweaty. His chakra was also lower than usual.

'Not surprising, I am no longer sealed inside him and our chakra was intertwined.'

Kyuubi stepped outside the circle and walked towards his former host gracefully. Naruto looked up to see a red haired man with a darker tan than himself and with whisker marks that looked like they colored in with a black marker. His eyes were golden and ancient. He was wearing a red haori and red hakama with red ninja sandals and leg protectors.

"So kit. You succeeded. But what do you plan to do now?"

Naruto's eyes looked uncaring as he said "What I have been doing for the past five years. Learning, fighting, surviving."

Kyuubi narrowed his eyes at his former host. He pulled a necklace with one of his fangs on it from around his neck and placed it around the blond's. This drew the blond's questioning stare and Kyuubi mentally patted himself on the back for getting a reaction. "This is so that I will always know your state of being." He fixed Naruto with a firm look. "I expect you to live. And stay safe. The Akatsuki don't know that you're alive and if they find out, they will hunt you again."

"I know, Kyuubi-san. You worry too much." Naruto drawled.

Kyuubi growled. "You won't worry for yourself. Before, it didn't really matter if you didn't bother dodging an attack. Now that will get you killed. I expect you to live your full life span or as long as you can in your profession. But I don't want you dying because of carelessness." Kyuubi stopped in shock when he realized that Naruto was hugging him. Naruto, who had been stoic ever since that day five years ago, was hugging him. He could feel tears wetting his haori and lifted Naruto face to see him.

Naruto didn't even seem aware that he was crying. "I will miss you, Kyuubi-san. You've always been there."

Kyuubi patted him on the head. "I must say that my time with you was enjoyable. I never expected to be free."

Naruto nodded and stepped back, his face still blank. The only sign that he was feeling sorrow was the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Thank you, Kyuubi-san. I will always remember you."

Kyuubi channeled chakra into a claw and literally ripped a hole in the air. He stepped through, giving Naruto one last look before the hole disappeared.

And for the first time in his life, Naruto felt truly alone.

-scene change-

Two boys were sparring each other, using only taijutsu while a black haired, pale skinned man that resembled a snake and a black haired man with one blind Sharingun eye watched.

"This alliance has been most beneficial." Madara commented.

"Yes. Jin's rivalry with Izuna motivates him to train harder. But still not satisfactorily." Orochimaru finished the sentence with a frown.

"I have the same problem with Izuna. He is not up to my expectations."

The taller boy with black spiky, shoulder length hair knocked down the other smaller boy. Izuna was a near copy of Madara. Long black, spiky hair, black eyes, but unlike Madara he had tan skin. He also had tear troughs under his eyes like Itachi. He wore a black shirt and fish net shirt like Itachi's and black pants.

"I win." he declared.

The smaller boy scowled and stood, brushing off his kimono. Jin seemed like a near copy of a younger Orochimaru. Pale skin, golden eyes but not slitted, black long hair, and wearing a kimono with pants underneath.

"You could have done better." Orochimaru told his son, disappointment in his voice.

Jin looked down, shame covering his face. He knew that he wasn't as good as Izuna. But why did his father have to be so discouraging when he was trying as hard as he could?

"I expected you to finish the match quicker." Madara told Izuna.

Izuna scowled, resisting the urge to yell at his father. He preferred to speak his mind but he had quickly learned that his father was not a patient nor tolerant man.

"Your training session is over for this week. Come Jin."

Jin gave a quick bow to Izuna and Madara then stumbled after his father. Izuna's eyes followed him, wondering why he felt a kinship with the (in his opinion) weaker boy.