There was no fanfare, no special circumstance, nothing to make this moment any different than his last. One moment he was sleeping, after a hard day at work, and the next he was awake, but something felt off, something felt different. He felt off kilter, but couldn't place why.
He decided to get up, and go about his daily routine, he'd think about it later. Immediately upon getting out of bed he noticed it, this apartment; he hadn't lived here in years, 'What's going on here?' he thought to himself. Turning he began walking towards where he remembered the bathroom was located. Walking through the doorway he turned to the sink, and realized this was much bigger than he assumed.
Staring back at him was his face, but it was different, younger, much younger. Short and messy blond hair, bright cerulean eyes, a soft young face, marked on either side by three whisker like markings. Yes, the face staring back at Naruto Uzumaki was his own, but it wasn't a face he'd seen in many years.
