AN: Welcome to the REVAMPED version of The Jump. A.k.a: The Jump 1.5 Now including Naruto's mommy! Yay!

I've aged Naruto's mommy (You'll have to read to find out!) A few years, so don't be surprised if the ages don't really match up with cannon, because they don't. If anyone's confused about the ages, there's a link to a time-line on my profile page.

Currently, we're playing with the rumor that Naruto is Yondaime's son. Because Kishimoto-sensei referres to the Yondaime, as only Yondaime -or Sensei by his team- I call him Arashi, meaning "Storm," with the last name of Kazaama. Mostly because this appears to be a popular name for the Yondaime in many fanfictions.

Also, I wrote this story before I read the whole deal including the battle at the Valley of the End, and Sasuke going to Orochimaru, so I'm saying it didn't happen. Hah! So Sasuke is still in Konoha, and Naruto didn't leave because of the Akatsuki - who probably aren't even going to make an appearance in this story.

I will be using minimal Japanese in the story. Meaning no 'Usuratonkachi' or 'Dobe' from Sasuke, and no 'Dattebayou' or 'Ano sa' from Naruto. The only things untranslated are Jutsus, equipment, names, titles, and villages (Such as Konoha. It is not 'The Leaf.' Yes, that is its translation, but that is not its name. That's like calling Naruto 'Fish-cake,' or Uchiha 'Fan.' ). I don't speak Japanese, so why should I pretend I do?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, just Japanese episodes. No manga, because the VIZ version sucks.

Summary: Much like the death of the Kyuubi, the death of the Yondaime was fragmented. Except for the fact that a disappearance is much different than a sealing. Ver. 1.5!


The Jump:

Chapter One

The bitter October wind wrapped around his body with the magnitude of a screaming blizzard.

It wasn't like this before. How long had he been laying here? An hour? A month? A year?

Time was of no consequence, and all he knew was that he had to stay alive. It didn't matter what happened, he knew only that he must stay awake, for if he didn't: all was lost.

His golden locks whipped around him, the harsh fury driving its bitter force to his very bones. The pain was a grey area, unidentifiable as he had never before experienced. His mind wasn't processing correctly, and the blurry awareness of semi-consciousness was like a dull knife hacking away in the corners of his mind. He was aware of the most trivial things; such as the constant chirping of a Cardinal approximately seven point four meters to the north, as well as the ratio of mulch and pure earth, perfect for a successful Doton Jutsu. Useless information.

His hitai-ate lay some two meters away from him, and as much as he wanted to reach out for it, to tie it around his head, he knew his body could not have moved no matter how hard he tried. It was as though ten thousand kunai had embedded themselves in his body and pinned him to the ground.

Although, knowing his luck, they probably had.

He was alone, and painfully aware of it.

The last thing he remembered was the battle. That thing had taken everything from him; he knew the infuriating fox had been given the last laugh. He'd known it as soon as the seal had been complete. The blinding flash, the wailing cry of his son, he'd been blown into oblivion.

Wherever the hell oblivion was, anyway.

He didn't know how long he lay there, or how long he'd been awake or asleep; drifting in and out of consciousness as he'd been doing. The last thing he remembered was looking into the mask of a Konoha ANBU.

With a final prayer of thanks someone had found him, Kazaama Arashi slipped into deep unconsciousness.

Some eight days later, on a well-traversed path only a few hours journey from Konohagakure, a familiar Sannin and teenage pupil ambled intently towards their home village.

Jiraiya frowned at the scroll in his hands as he read over it once more.

What was Tsunade playing at? She knew as well as he did that Arashi had disappeared after the battle with the Kyuubi. Had old age finally settled into her brain? The toad hermit snorted lightly to himself, highly doubting it.

He and his pupil, Naruto, had just returned from their most recent mission: A diplomatic mission concerning the Mist Village. The two villages had a solid packed peace treaty with each other: one that had lasted since the Sandaime Mizukage and the Shodaime Hokage. It was kind of ironic, how each of their villages were based upon opposites, yet fire and water coexisted in complete harmony with each other (with the exceptions of a few rogue ninjas here and there).

Naruto had been brimming with activity throughout the entire ordeal, but did not let himself get carried away. Actually, he handled it all very well. His energy could be excused, however, because of his recent raise in status to a Jounin. Jiraiya shook his head at the thought. Naruto had did enter the ANBU, as many Chunins did, but only spending the required six months of active ANBU duty, and then took the Jounin test. He'd failed his first try, returned to the ANBU for more experience, and came back another six months later only to wipe the field with the other Jounin hopefuls.

Jiraiya himself had been surprised himself at the growth rate of the fifteen year old. The young prodigy had gone from being a dead-last dropout to a Jounin and one of the top shinobi in the village. Although the young teen still wasn't the sharpest kunai in the pouch. Oh yes, the boy was an incredible on-the-fly strategist (Jiraiya assumed his years as a prankster had something to do with that), but he probably had the densest skull in all of Konoha.

It was hard to believe that only three and a half years ago, this boy had been on the verge of failing the Genin exams, for the fourth time to boot.

Sighing, Jiraiya picked up his pace to keep up with his young pupil. Naruto himself was seen skipping up ahead of the hermit, extinguishing his energy from the completed A-rank mission.

The toad summoner simply walked on, following his student with a shake of his head.

Back in Konoha, the Yondaime tapped a pen on the desk in front of him with incredible boredom. How long was Tsunade going to make him wait? He sighed, and ceased tapping the pen. A slight frown marred his face as he narrowed his eyes at the dent that had formed from himself and the ink pen. He was positive she was keeping him waiting just because she could. She always had acted that way.

He'd been in the hospital for exactly a week recovering, two days in surgery with the medic-nins to repair almost everything in his body, three more days unconscious, and another two recovering. Now on the eighth day around noon, he was awaiting his meeting with the Godaime-sama to hopefully catch up on what he'd missed. He hadn't seen Sarutobi-sama during his time in the hospital, but assumed that his predecessor had visited during Arashi's time unconscious and hadn't wanted to disturb the Yondaime.

Another ragged sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned to the sound of the door being open. His muscles tensed instinctively as a head poked out from behind the door.

"Yon... Yondaime-sama, Tsunade-shishou wishes to see you in her office now," the young student of Tsunade, Shizune, said, her dark eyes glancing away nervously.

Arashi smiled reassuringly at her, "Arashi is fine, if you please."

With that he strode confidently towards the familiar Hokage chambers. He was slightly surprised that Sarutobi-sama had replaced him so quickly. Seriously, only a week missing and he was automatically assumed dead? And how had he found Tsunade so quickly, and convinced her to be the new Hokage? Last Arashi heard, his teacher's teammate had sworn off anything related to Konoha after he brother and fiancé died. The Yondaime shrugged nonchalantly and continued on his way, assuming everything would eventually work out.

As he neared the chambers, he heard a very loud and energetic voice coming from the room. Wondering what ninja in their right mind would make such a loud racket with the Hokage present, he silently walked towards the twin doors that led to the chambers of the Godaime.

A loud yell and a crash was heard, and Arashi instinctively moved left, as a rather green, black and yellow blur flew past him. The boy crashed into the wall at the end of the corridor, and moaned loudly.

"Dammit," the teen grumbled, and rolled over to rise onto all fours, and then to his feet.

The boy was muttering under his breath -no doubt obscenities towards the Hokage- and looking at the ground, hiding his face from Arashi's view. He was wearing slightly faded gray pants, with a black shirt and a dark green higher nin flak jacket. Sunshine hair stood up in points messily, and the golden locks looked slightly untamable. Arashi smirked, and a slight sense of déjà vu came over him as he tugged at his own unruly mass of hair.

Turning, he looked towards the office, "Godaime-sama, you rang?"

In the Hokage chambers, he saw piles and piles of paperwork yet to be filed, as well as two of the legendary Sennin. A familiar mass of white hair obscured almost everything else from view. Jiraiya turned and stared at Arashi, a strange look upon his face.

"So it is true," the frog hermit breathed as he stared at his former pupil, "God, you don't know all that has happened since you've been gone." This caused Arashi to look at Jiraiya peculiarly.

What could happen in a week?

Tsunade seemed to deflate from whatever had caused her uproar towards the young shinobi. Her lips lifted in a small smile as she looked at Arashi. "Welcome back, but I'm afraid you may have to go into retirement for a while until I do that myself." She laughed, "That shrimp down there won't be to happy though, he's going to be Rokudaime someday, but at this rate, it's going to be a while."

"EH!!??" The loud reply was from down the corridor, "I am not a shrimp, you old hag!"

Tsunade seemed to transform in a second. First she was laughing and smiling, now she looked positively similar to a bull ready for a rampage. "I'll show you how much of a "hag" I am when I kick your scrawny little ass!" Tsunade yelled back as she rolled up her sleeves, looking like all the world she was about to kill the little shinobi down the corridor.

"EH!!?? Yeah right, old lady!" came the response, followed by a loud bit of laughter. There was a sharp smack, followed by a low moan of pain.

"Ouch! Kakashi-sensei, what the hell was that for!?" was the complain as a low chuckle followed it. "Only making some holes for the air to escape you head, Naruto. Go on home, the Hokage's in another meeting now. Go pick up your payment from your last mission, it was an A-rank, correct?"

"Yeah!" A scuffle was heard, as well as the sound of disappearing footsteps. A loud sigh followed as the sounds drifted out of earshot. Arashi chuckled slightly to himself at the display, but then paused for a moment, wondering when his fifteen year old pupil had gotten himself a student, much less one that was at least a chuunin.

The raunchy Jounin soon appeared in the doorway, his silver hair casting an almost ethereal glow by itself. His eye closed and curved in what could only be interpreted as a smile, and raised his hand in greeting "Yo, Arashi-sensei."

Arashi blinked at the tall man that stood before him. This was his prize pupil, the shorty Kakashi?

Turning, he looked at Tsunade quizzically, surprise evident in his strained voice, "Tsunade-hime, exactly how long has it been since the Kyuubi no Kitsune attacked the village?"

Tsunade smiled wryly, a small trace of bitterness in her voice, "Over fifteen years, we need to catch you up on a few things, Arashi-chan. You've been gone a long time."

The former Hokage's eyes widened, and not from the affectionate nick-name Tsunade had always used to irritate him. He took a step back from the ninjas before him. Fifteen years!? Arashi thought to himself, shaking his head and backing up further. What does she mean fifteen years!? They said I was only in the hospital for a week, what's going on!? His thoughts were spinning crazily, and his body was going oddly numb. He was heading into shock from the recent trauma he'd been through as well as the sudden news, when suddenly everything went dark.

Arashi's eyes cracked open slowly, his focus going in and out. His mind cleared after a moment, and he looked up at Tsunade who was kneeling over him with a worried look on her face. "Hey, Tsunade-hime. Sorry about that, I was having a strange dream," the Yondaime said a little blearily. "It was really crazy; Kakashi was all grown up, and you said I'd been missing for fifteen years," Arashi chuckled for a second, "Crazy, huh? Next I'm expecting you to tell me my son Kaji is gone."

Tsunade blinked and looked at him curiously. "Arashi-chan" she said gently, " It really has been fifteen years." She paused for a moment, and then what the Yondaime said sank into her mind. "Wait, son!?" she demanded, her brows pulled into a sharp frown.

Somewhere inside Arashi, he felt something break, and he started to shake as he looked at the Godaime. He sat up slowly, and the looked down at his shaking hands.

Tsunade immediately turned to Jiraiya and Kakashi, both intently studying the ground. She glared at them, waiting, until Jiraiya let out a soft gust of breath and looked up miserably at the two of them. "Arashi, we... well, your son..." Jiraiya trailed off, and looked back down to the ground. Then said in nothing more than a whisper, "We never found him after the hospital was destroyed."

"He wasn't in the hospital," Yondaime said absently. "Did it break, then?" he said, looking over to them brokenly.

Something tightened in Tsunade's chest as she shot a look at the Yondaime, sudden realization welled into her. She looked at Jiraiya in something akin to horror, who mimicked her expression. Kakashi, however, did not seem to notice as he looked at his teacher, a slight furrowing of his brow the only visible sign of the frown on his face.

"Did what break, Arashi-sensei?"

Arashi clenched his hands, and he felt his voice crack as he spoke. "The seal. I thought... I thought I'd completed it. I thought it was error-proof. I thought..." he seemed to heave, and tears leaked out over his cheeks, dripping to the floor. He looked up at the three of them, the pain of loss and confusion written all over his face. "God- what... what happened? I was going to trade my soul to seal the fox, but the Shikigami still ate some of the Kyuubi. He was supposed to take me! Not Kaji! Never Kaji!"

Arashi cried out and struck the ground, breaking the wooden floor. He withdrew his hand and looked at the shaking appendage, blood leaking out of the cuts the strike had inflicted, through tear fogged eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rocked back and forth, still talking.

"He was supposed to be a hero, dammit! Not me! He wasn't supposed to die! He was supposed to live like a happy kid and pull pranks on his teachers and play all day with his mother and make fun of Sarutobi-sama and... and...!" Arashi broke down and just sat there, rocking back a forth, crying openly in front of three of the people he most trusted.

Tsunade bit her lip as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek. She looked towards the two shinobi beside her; Kakashi staring at his teacher with his visible eye wide, and Jiraiya looking too shocked to speak.

The sound of the double doors opening caused all three ninjas standing to jump slightly while Arashi just sat on the ground, no longer moving with tears streaming down his face.

A head full of purple hair popped into the room, grinning cheerfully with eyes curved shut. "Hey, old hag! Sorry I'm late, there was some... trouble... with..." the woman trailed off as she looked at Arashi sitting on the floor. He moved slowly, his tear-stained face sunken and usually bright sapphire eyes looking morbid and decayed. Her own shocked chocolate eyes met his, and she was across the room in an instant, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his warm shoulder, tears flowing down her face.

The Yondaime snuck his arms around her, clutching her tightly to him. He couldn't tell who was shaking more, himself, or the woman in his arms. He felt her withdraw slightly, and before he could protest, the next thing he knew she was kissing him soundly. After a few seconds, she pulled back from him and lay her forehead against his. They looked at each other for a long moment, until a soft voice interrupted them.

Tsunade looked at them uncertainly, "Arashi-chan... I... I don't really know how to say this, but... if... if what you said is true, about the Kyuubi, then... then your son's alive."

Both shinobi on the ground looked at her sharply, two sets of eyes widening.

Special Jounin Mitarashi Anko had only ever felt so happy in her life perhaps three times. The day Kazaama Arashi asked her to marry him, their small and private, but beautiful ceremony, and the day she found out she was pregnant. At the age of nineteen, all had happened, and the day of her son's birth, both he and her husband died. They'd kept her pregnancy a secret, even from their closest friends. Only two had known, and they had been both Arashi's student, and his teacher; Kakashi and Jiraiya.

Anko didn't remember too much about the day either her son and husband died, and for a long time, she'd almost been glad.

Her memory, no matter how she tried to recall that day, was foggy with the haze of exhaustion from her son's delivery. She hadn't even seen him after the birth, falling unconscious after he was born. It had been a hard delivery, almost twenty hours in labor, and had very nearly killed her.

Later, she awoke to find herself on the ground, still bleeding between her legs, and no hospital in sight. She had been found wandering around the woods, confused and frightened, feeling the remnants of the birthing drugs still lingering in her system. The Sandaime, Sarutobi, had her placed in a makeshift hospital tent, and she was in and out of consciousness for over two weeks. Her delirium during the time causing her to strike out violently at anything that approached, until finally the medics had her drugged numerous times.

When she finally became coherent, she was told of the battle. That Arashi had died sealing the Kyuubi, and her son was presumed dead from the destruction of the hospital; they'd never found his body. She had withdrawn upon herself for nearly a year, depression eroding her soul away. It had been Kakashi who'd finally helped her out of the rut she'd been in, forcing her to go on missions with him, trying to bring her back to who she once was. While she never really got over her husband's so called death, she'd moved on, however painful it was.

Kakashi himself had fallen into depression after the epic battle between the demonic fox and his teacher, but within a month had finally come to terms with it. In the beginning, he'd resented the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi, hating the boy. He'd thought it was the fox, hiding behind a clever disguise of human skin. It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of self healing, before he realized the boy was just that, a boy.

Anko tried to not think about the Kyuubi vessel, not wanting to bring up heart wrenching memories of happier days. She'd see him walking through the village when he was younger, head down and depression in his eyes, weighing on his shoulders. He couldn't have been older than five at the time, and something about it had sent a stab of morose feeling within her like an icy dagger to the gut.

It was the day after she saw him again, head held up proudly with a face breaking grin on his face. He'd marched right up into a crowd of people and declared he was going to be the next Hokage, grinning the whole time. While the crowd reacted with distaste and hatred, Anko had seen through the look the vessel had been wearing: that happy-go-lucky grin. The untrueness of that look made her realize: he wasn't even really happy. He was trying to show that the way he was treated didn't effect him, that no matter how much they ridiculed or degraded him, he was going to pretend he didn't care.

It was the same look she had everyday, trying to live with the hatred and glares of the petty villagers who thought she was a traitor because of her former teacher. It was that day she decided that maybe the boy really wasn't the demon in disguise; that perhaps he really was just a lonely little boy.

Anko looked up at the Godaime, still clutching Arashi to her and barely managed to crack her voice and say, "Alive...?"

Anko willed it to be true. If there was any chance Kaji was alive, should would take it. Arashi stared at Tsunade, "If... if Kaji's alive, then why didn't anyone know? Why wouldn't someone say anything?"

Tsunade felt her heart break again as she looked at Arashi, his broken face slowly begin to light up with hope. "Arashi... It's... it's not that simple. He's..." Tsunade trailed off at the ground, her eyes moistening.

Jiraiya sighed heavily and looked at his former student, "Look, kid. The boy's had a hard life. He's grown up by himself, and in a village like this, it didn't matter how much you wanted him to be seen as a hero. The fact of the matter is, you sealed the Kyuubi no Kitsune into the belly of your son, they didn't see him the way you wanted him to, all they saw was the demon."

Anko looked at Jiraiya in horror as the implications of the situation set in. Suddenly, she frowned and said in a wholly Anko-ish manner, "You mean that loud brat is my son? Oh, hell." Then she giggled in a slightly hysterical way and buried her face back into Arashi's shoulder, making a mixture of hiccups, laughing and crying at the same time.

Arashi rubbed her back soothingly, and after a few moments looked back up at the three above him. "Can... can I meet him? Please? Tell him... tell him I'm sorry for what I did to him? Maybe... hopefully one day... we can be a family... if he ever forgives me..."

That said, Arashi buried his face back into Anko's shoulder. Holding her in his arms and rocking her slowly.

Kakashi shook his head at the scene and wondered why Fate had to be so cruel.


End of Chapter One

Ookami Mononoke