Summary: Naruto slowly limped towards Sasuke, his long red hair waving behind him wildly as he shakily gripped Sasuke's cold, bloody hand. His torn clothes barely clinging to him when he bent down to move the hair out of his brother's eyes. Everything rested upon that hand because finally, it marked the last of humanity. Everyone but Naruto was dead. Everyone he loved and cared for dead, all by his own hand.
Disclaimer: This story has multiple mentions of trauma, death, and blood. So if it's not your cup of tea, please use discretion.
As a clarification, I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. However, I do own the plot so :D
'Thoughts...'
"A physical speech..."
"Kurama talking..."
"Past memory..."
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Welcome! My name is Gabby and I'll be your author for the story. I must remind you that although I do not own Naruto, I do own the plot.
With a slow but robust kick, Naruto managed to launch a mangled and bloody Sasuke across the deserted wasteland. The man he once called a brother was gone, his body an unidentifiable mess of ash and grim. The minuscule flitch of his hand was the only indication of life the male's pale corpse.
Naruto slowly limped towards Sasuke, his long red hair waving behind him wildly as he shakily gripped Sasuke's cold, bloody hand. His torn clothes barely clinging to him when he bent down to move the hair out of his brother's eyes. Everything rested upon that hand because finally, it marked the last of humanity. Everyone but Naruto was dead. Everyone he loved and cared for dead, all by his own hand.
"Naruto," the Raven muttered hoarsely, a single tear made its way down his cheek onto the rigid rock under him. "I'm sorry, dobe." He whimpered, releasing unstable gasps as the sky began to cry. The redhead sat there for a while, his mind blanks as he released all his with-held emotions into the empty abies. He sobbed quietly, not having the strength to do more than a whisper. He couldn't say anything, despite having rehearsed the words he wanted to say over and over to his dead friends for the past 3 years.
Sakura, Shikamaru, Kakashi, Konoha, everyone was gone. All perished by his own hand. The world became a wasteland of rubble and death. Every inch of the land was covered in severed limbs and blood, all washed away with the rain. The Jubi destroyed the world as his friends destroyed his mind. And with a curse placed upon all his close friends just before Orochimaru's final breath, he was forced to fight each of them to the death.
Every friend died in the same manner. A quick and painless death, with small parting words, a smile and a final"Thank you." But this time was different. This time, the former Anbu captain held his Hokages gaze until his final breath. His eyes radiating sorrow and guilt with all he had done to the redhead over the years.
Even as Sasuke's hand fell limp in the teens and his eyes red Sharingan eyes dimmed, Naruto held a plastered smile. It was one of the only things he held onto as "Naruto." The now redhaired teens neon yellow locks were long gone with his resident's regular push of chakra and his light whiskers became thick, as though they were drawn with a dark marker. His ocean blue eyes no longer held the innocent gleam of youth but the glitter of constant determination still rested in the depth of his pupils, his heart pushing him to save everyone, to end their suffering.
And so with a shaky step, the whiskered teen made his way to a flatter surface and pulled out the remains of a crumbled, white chalk and began to draw within a large, white circle. Ever since his attempt at mastering Fuinjutsu at the age of 17, his Godfather -Jaraija the gallant- assigned a final task; A time-transfer seal. And so, for the past 2 years, Naruto spent any free time working on a life-defying jutsu; A jutsu that could change the entire course of the world. It wasn't a perfect nor an ideal solution but it was the last thing he could think of without the outcome listing him insane.
The circle was larger than Naruto himself and resembled a clock. Except for the fact that it ended at 13 rather than 12. Every stroke reflected his incoherent dreams, his desires, his past goals, it reflected Naruto. And when he finally finished, the world seemed to freeze in anticipation.
This was the key to the past; A time-traveling seal he could use to change the course of the world. A way to save his friends in another past-era.
The redhead's eyes brightened slowly, the smile on his face becoming more sincere. He glanced back at Sasuke's bloody corpse before swiftly placing his hand on the middle of the seal. "I could save you, Sasuke... " He thought solemnly. "I could save everyone."
In his mindscape, Kuruma beckoned Naruto to continue, placing a claw on his young kit in support but not daring to utter a word.
At the same time, both the container and the beast released a steady flow of chakra that merged together to form a bright golden color. The chakra seemed to sing in glory, emitting happiness and hope. But at the same time, it felt solemn and dark, as though all evil was about to rise once again.
Almost instantaneously, Naruto was pulled into a world of black, the only sound being the constant drip of a droplet on another form of water. Soon, though, he was able to see a small lamp in the middle of a strange body of water. As Naruto walked toward the lake, he was startled to see the reflection of a pale man with long horns and purple eyes. On his forehead, a Sharingan emanated red light throughout the black abyss. The man also wore a long white cloke covered in strange black orbs which could also be found forming a circle behind the man.
"Hello, Naruto." The figure spoke warmly. "How have you been?"
The teen stared blankly, considering his options. This "thing" knew his name, does that mean that they know each other? But he had sworn he had never seen such eyes before. He would have remembered such a strange man.
"I'm not a "thing", child. I am-"
"Father?" Naruto could hear Kurama's whimper echo throughout the room. And as he turned around, he could've sworn he saw a tear fall down his brightly colored fur. "You're alive."
"No, Kurama. I merely exist within the boy's soul. He is the child of prophecy after all. " The figure shook his head. "But, currently, I am here as an informant for the boy. You two must consider something before you break the laws of time itself."
Naruto nodded his head, unconsciously choosing to put trust in the man.
" As you go back to an era with your younger counterpart, his life will no longer be based upon the prophecy. This would mean that his life will not be parallel to yours as he is no longer the successor to my throne."
"What throne exactly?" The redhead inquired skeptically. "I mean, who even are you?"
"I am the Sage of Six Paths, boy." The sage laughed. "Have your mentors taught you nothing?"
"No, sir." He mumbled.
"Well, all in due time then. Kurama, teach the boy a few things, will you? But back to the matter at hand." The old man stared knowingly at Naruto. "You must understand that every small movement you make, will change the lives of all those around you. At one point, you will cease to exist, as your body does not have a true vessel and all those you impacted will forget your very existence. You know this, do you not? At any matter, I have a bargain for you, dear child."
Naruto nodded again.
" I am willing to give my body up as your soul's vessel." Naruto gasped. "In exchange, you must do you as you always have. Bring the world to peace bit by bit. It is a task I have been unable to do my entire life, but I have faith in you, boy. Now, do you accept my bargain?"
"Yes, sir," The redhead replied brightly, the vast possibilities filling up his mind. The sage smiled.
"Well then, I wish you both farewell and good luck." He looked a Kurama, his body beginning to appear translucent. "Say hello to your siblings for me, will you?"
" Wait, Fathe-" Kurama began, only to be engrossed by complete darkness. The abyss fell silent, the only sound being muffled voices that only seemed to be getting louder and louder. The words began to be clearer and clearer before he was once again overwhelmed by a bright golden light.
"I think he's dead."
Well, what did you guys think? I think it was pretty neat, considering that it's my first fanfic. Well anyways,
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