The battle was over. The Fourth Hokage, Lord Minato Kamikaze had just sealed away Kyuubi no Kitsune, the world's strongest Bijuu, whose name was enough to stir fear in a Kage. And where had he sealed it?
Right into his son, Uzumaki Naruto. The boy lay on the ground, sleeping, twitching every now and then, trying to control the tailed beast. His mother lay next to him, blood spilling from her mouth. She was dead, and so was Konoha's Yellow Flash.
A man with orange hair and random piercings every where so he could look cool picked up the small child. Next to him a random woman started folding and unfolding a random paper crane for absolutely no fucking reason.
"He's the one." said the man. "He will be of great importance to us."
"Are you sure, Nagato?" asked the woman.
Nagato opened his mouth to answer, but was cut of, when he saw shuriken shooting towards them. Their source was an old man dressed in black armour, with a look of pure fury on his face.
"I won't let you take Naruto!" He screamed.
As the shuriken whirled towards Nagato, he lifted his arm and said. "Shinra Tensei (Almight Push-lol, that sounds wrong).
The Third Hokage and his shuriken went sailing back through the village.
"Zetsu!" called Nagato.
"Yes, sir?"
"Take us back to base."
"You've got to be kidding."
"No Sasori, this is not a joke."
"Seriously, what does a bad ass criminal like me have to do with a stupid kid."
"This is not an ordinary kid. He is the jinchurikki of the Kyuubi."
"Kukukukuku, what fun we can have together."
"Orochimaru, wipe that creepy ass smile off your face, you ugly snake."
"Kakuzu, would you care to fucking repeat what you just said."
"Both of you shut the fuck up."
"What are you going to call him?" asked Kisame.
Nagato thought for a while. "How about…Uzumaki Yahiko."