Hey guys, so this is my very first fanfiction and to be honest I'm quite thrilled about it. For almost five years have I only read fanfictions and have I thoroughly enjoyed the many stories that I've read, and thought, maybe it's time to write one story myself huh. So this is a little idea I had and I couldn't get it out of my head. Also because this is my first story, I'm only placing in the beginning the AN at the begin, in every other chapters it will always be on the end of the chapter. Help me please with creating and improving my writing style by giving critical feedback.

Rated for M for swearing

I do not own in any form or way Naruto or Destiny.

Chapter 1: The mysterious boy

Pain was the first thing that he felt when he opened his eyes. The monotonous beeping sound of the heart monitor confirmed that he was still alive. The sterile smell of the hospital flooded his nose. He couldn't remember how he even came here. As he tried to ignore the aching pain in his side, he quickly scanned the room. White was the primary color he saw in the room. White ceiling, white walls, white floor, hell even the bed and the chair in the corner of the room was white. But soon a small grin appeared on his face, as he saw his black clothes neatly folded on the table on his right. It was a stark contrast with the white room, but why not, he loved the color black.

Briefly he checked his bandaged side and right arm. Still wondering how in kami's name he ended in the hospital, he trudged slowly to his clothes. In a flash he abandoned his hospital gown and slid in his black trousers. While it sat wide around his legs, he quickly taped it off with black tape around his ankle. Utterly failing to ignore the pain, he tried to sit down in the chair to put his black shinobi boots on. While he was busy with putting his shoes on, he could hear voices drawing near just outside his door.

"I'm telling you sensei, we should seal of his chakra and send him to Ibiki. There is almost nobody who can disable three anbu squads just outside of the village, without raising the alarm. On top of that he snuck into the village, disappearing of the grid for almost three hours and then to be found unconscious by a couple of civilian kids." With a heavy sigh the other person responded; "I know that Jiraiya-kun, but there is something about him. I don't know what, call it a gut feeling, but he is carrying a strange vibe around him. Something is telling me that he came to Konoha with a reason."

There was a couple seconds of silence, but for him was it enough to quickly grab his shirt. As he tried to dash to the window, he collided against something to just fell back on the ground. Bloody fuck, whatever it was, it felt like running against a brick wall. And then the pain came searing through his body. Grinding his teeth, he ignored the pain and looked up.

In front of him stood a man with gravity defying grey (or silver?) hair to the left. The dark navy tint of his long-sleeved shirt and pants matched perfectly with the green flak jacket that he wore. The most notable thing about said man, was the fact that he wore a navy facemask that covered his face up to his nose, with a Konoha headband that covered his left eye. He wasn't sure, but in the few short seconds he thought that the man's remaining dark grey eye was analyzing him, before he lazily putted the orange covered book away.

"You know it isn't really advisable to travel with that injury" the man said.

As the man said his piece, the mind of the young person laying on the ground worked overtime. As he fell to the ground, his head came quite hard, if he say so himself, crashing on the white floor. With the hard hit on his head, the memories of the young person came as a tsunami back.

Six months before

On the western borders of the Elemental Countries lies a forest. A forest so old, not even the eldest people of the hidden villages or capital, can remember when it started to grow. Some say it was grown by the very first people who lived in the Elemental Countries, others say it shelters a mythical creature who guards a treasure worth more than all the jewels together. But what everyone knows is the nickname of the forest. The forest of the lost. For those who enter the forest, are never too been seen again.

Only a select few people knows what the forest really holds. A village, dating back far before even the time when the sage of the six paths walked the lands. It was hidden in the very center of the forest and surrounded by a vast clear lake. On normal days you could see the fish swimming in the lake, with fishers trying to catch the village main food source.

Yet this day it was different. While normally it seemed as if the suns very light was drawn to the village and lake, today was not. It was pouring from out the heavens. The clean and bright blue waters of the lake, was now painted in red. The village itself was smoking.

From a large hill situated on the south east of the village stood a boy. Tears falling openly from his closed eyes, for the fall of his village. The wall that once stood with pride was in ruins. The constant attacks of the combined attacking army brought the wall to its knees. The bridge and road to the village was littered with bodies of the fallen attackers and defenders. He heard the clashes of various battles that still raged on in the village, the screams of the terrified people who lived in it and the names of the jutsus that were being fired.

"I promise tou-san." whispered the young boy as he pocketed a scroll in his pouch. "I will find him, I will continue our legacy." He swore to himself as he opened his eyes, revealing a hazel brown and emerald green set of eyes. "I will find the new sunbreaker."

The scroll! How could he forget about the scroll? He quickly tried to stand up, still trying to ignore his aching side, when he was roughly pushed back to the ground. As he still tried to comprehend what transpired, he felt the ice cold feeling of steel digging against the skin of his neck. His eyes quickly snapping downwards to see a kunai being hold far too close to be comfortable against his neck. With the kunai still digging against his skin, he quickly tried to identify the person in front of him.

Holding the kunai in a reverse grip, in his right, the person in front of him looked with a stern look at him. Two white bangs framing the side of the man's head, with red lines running from his eyes downwards. While his short green kimono shirt and red haori still flayed a bit in the air, the green of pants stood fast over the boy. The wooden geta of his left foot still sat upon his chest. It wasn't the two yellow circles on the haori, his long white spiky ponytail that reached his waist, the mesh armor that he wore under his clothes or even the big scroll that sat on his back. But it was the headband that draw his attention. Okay maybe it was also the big wart on his nose, but that besides. Instead of the traditional Konoha symbol, the headband was engraved with the kanji for oil.

"See, not even few minutes awake and already trying to escape." The man said coolly but still with that stern look. "I'm sure he can explain why he suddenly tries to make a run for it Jiraiya-kun. Now if you would like to let the poor boy sit." An elderly man said as he walked in the room. With a casual flick of his hand, all the doors and windows closed instantly and for a brief moment the young boy thought he could feel chakra running through the walls, doors and windows as if a privacy seal was being activated.

As the old man slowly trudged to the white chair, he placed his red kage hat on the table. For a moment his hand disappeared in his white haori that covered his red full length kimono, before it appeared again this time holding an old worn looking pipe. From within his white sash that was tied around the kimono, he fished a small package filled with tabaco leaves.

On a comfortable slow pace he prepared his pipe for a smoke, he looked with a slight frown to his student and spymaster. "Jiraiya, would you please let the young man sit. And Kakashi would you please inform the young man what happened exactly as to how he ended in the Konoha hospital." He said, while looking during the last part to the tall cyclops who was leaning lazily next to the window.

Relunctly the man now identified as Jiraiya stepped of the boy, putting his kunai back, as he slowly walked to stand alongside the older man. Never leaving his eyes of the young boy.

"Well let us start with the names shall we? I'm Kakashi, the man you just stepped of you is Jiraiya, and the older man sitting in the chair is our hokage. So tell us something about you hmm. Like your name, how you could disable three anbu squads, disappearing in our village only to be found few hours later unconscious."

As the boy looked warily around him, he weighed his options. It wasn't like he could actually do something. Though living secluded from the rest of the Elemental Countries, didn't mean they didn't have information. The name Kakashi connected directly with Hatake Kakashi. A top class jounin of Konoha who was easily an A rank jounin. And he didn't even began about Jiraiya, famous over all of the Elemental Countries, he was the wandering toad sage, a member of the Densetsu no Sannin.

While he knew he was actually in the fault for trying to sneak in a hidden village, which didn't turned out so great, he knew that their current hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, was a quite lenient and peaceful person. So telling the blunt truth it was, damn it why did kami make it always so hard for him.

"My name is Namikaze Kūgeki, and I'm looking for Namikaze Naruto."