Rewriting History

Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

Chapter o1

Summary: Waking up during the Sengoku Jidai with no memories and the name of Kurama echoing in the back of his mind, Naruto must survive this strange world as well befriending two shinobi that are the beginning of everything. Time travel AU

Rate: T

May contain: Cursing and friendship as well as a wise and strong Naruto, you are warned.

Author's Note:Hello lovely Naruto readers! This is a time travel AU that I have been wanting to type since I have been reading a lot of time travel AU's of Naruto, but I wanted to try something different and I got the inspiration ofSasori by Darkpetal16. I love that story… anyways, in this story, Naruto will look different and will be referred as Kurama since that is the only name he can remember, also, he will be strong and wise, so you are warned, twice now! I hope you like it and sorry for my grammar errors, this is not beta at all. Well, enjoy and please leave your review!

P.s. Sorry if any characters are out of character, I am trying to keep them in character but it's a bit hard, especially Madara and as well, I am going to be messing up the whole Naruto original time line.

Groaning in pain, Naruto catches faint whispers around him.

"He is waking up!" A loud, cheerful voice yelled only to get hissed at by another voice. "Shh…he could be someone dangerous."

"But he looks badly injured."

"Can't you see? He is slowly healing."

Cracking his eyes open, Naruto blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness of the sky. Trying to sit up, he groans in pain. His body felt heavy and stiff.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, ignoring the cautious looks he was being given by the two strangers. Bringing his left hand to rub his eye, he looked up. Tilting his head to the side, he saw two young boys that looked around the age of nine. He frowned, "W-who are you?" He asked, his voice came out horsed and his throat burned. Bringing his hand to his throat, he rubbed it softly.

"Who are you?" The boy with black chin-length hair asked, pointing at him. The other boy just stared at him with a frown.

"W-who am I…?" He questioned. His face seemed confused and soon contorted in pain as he tried to remember who he was. "My…my name…" Naruto soon pondered, trying to remember anything before this.

"Do you not remember?" A soft voice asked, but Naruto was not paying attention. His foggy mind only presented images of people lying on the floor, matted with blood and mud on their corpses.

His body feels heavy and deep pain, he was crying.

"My…my name…" He spoke out, feeling his throat constricts as he spoke, his vision became blurred, only a whisper echoed in his head.

Kurama.

Frowning at the gruff but soft and caring voice in his head, he tried to figure out who it was but everything came blank.

"Kurama?"

Looking up, Naruto blinked his eyes, "Huh?"

"You just said your name is Kurama." The boy that stood to the left of the grumpy one.

"I…I did?" He question, only to have the boy nod his head.

Slowly nodding his head, he looked in his lap, staring at the crimson cloth of his haori.

"Do you even remember anything?" Asked the grumpy boy.

Naruto, now called Kurama, shook his head, only to see wisps of red hair, which made him frown. The foggy memory, he had short blond lock not long red hair… or was he mistaken.

"W-who are you?" He asked, a bit hesitant, but swallowed the lump in his throat.

"My name is Hashirama, the other guy is Madara." The cheerful one said, coming closer to Kurama. "And do you really not remember anything?" Hashirama asked.

Kurama shook his head, "Everything is foggy or blank. I keep seeing corpses and blood." He said softly, his eyes flickered with pain and confusion.

Madara stared at the redhead, his dark red eyes showed no danger and his posture was tense. Slowly walking forward the black hair child sat in front of him, soon followed by Hashirama.

"So you have no one?" He asked, Kurama smiled sadly and shook his head, "Not that I can remember." He whispered. Nodding his head, he gave the redhead a black shield katana, the hilt of the sword hung a charm of a ying-yang.

"This is yours," Madara stated, making Kurama frowned. "Mine?" He asked. His face was full of confusion and worry. The two boys shared a stare together before looking at the redhead, the young boy only seemed to be a year or two younger than themselves.

"Kurama-kun, how are you feeling?" Hashirama asked, concern etched in his face.

"In pain, thirst and heavy." Kurama answered honestly before rubbing the back of his neck, "As well confused." He muttered, looking at both boys.

"Well the way you are dressed, you seem to come from a noble family, but I can put a name to which family you come from but since you say you keep seeing corpses of your clan, then it is most likely you are an orphan." Madara stated.

"But how did you end up here?" Hashirama asked, a curious look was placed on his face, staring intensely at the hesitant boy, ignoring a glare thrown at him by Madara who eventually rolled his eyes.

Kurama bit his bottom lip, slightly showing a sharp canine tooth. "I…I don't know… I was…fighting an enemy and then…fire…blood." He whispered.

Hashirama frowned, "Then that means you have nowhere to go." He said softly.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kurama looked up into the sky, "I know…there is a safe house…somewhere in the forest…well that is what my gut is telling me." The redhead said, a small grin on his face showed as he looked at the older boys.

"Tch you will die trying to look for it while you can't remember anything." Madara stated bluntly. Blinking at the dark hair boy, his grin grew, "Thanks for the concern, but I think I can trust my gut and if I dye will at least I tried looking for answers." Kurama said in a happier tone.

Hashirama laughed and Madara scoffed and folded his arms against his chest. "Well, I am just warning, yeah."

After Naruto, who was now known as Kurama, properly healed on his own – which amazed both Madara and Hashirama, decided to part away after seeing a floating body of a dead shinobi. Both of the older boys warned Naruto about the dangers of the forest and the ongoing battles that were happening that seemed to be getting closer and closer. The young redhead nodded his head and smiled a fox smile at them.

"I promise, I do hope we would get to meet again." He said before watching Hashirama jump across the river and said goodbye to them. Madara jumped away and into the forest, leaving Kurama beside the river bank, looking at the clear sky with a thoughtful look before starting his journey down the river and heading into the forest.

It was a few days later that the boy had stumbled into an old big tree, a handmade door closed the hole that was created in the trunk. Coming close to the old tree that pulled his attention, he stared at the prefect calligraphy that was carved on the door. His pointer finger followed the smooth carving, unconsciously adding chakra to the seal, which caused the door to unlock. Blinking his eyes, he carefully moved his hand to the handle and slide the door aside, opening the dusty room. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark, he carefully enters the room, looking around, seeing beams of light peaked through man-made holes and a seal placed underneath to prevent anything to come inside.

Kurama smiled, feeling the treehouse warmth wrap around his body, welcoming his presence. Walking around, observing the inside of the tree, he could see that the Treehouse was already furnished with simple needed items, along with many inscriptions written on the wall that glowed every time Kurama's finger lightly pressed against the carved wood. Stairs that lead up to the high tree, he could see shelves built on the wall, filled with many scrolls that had a protective seal.

The young redhead was fascinated with the materials that he found, the scrolls reading from many fighting techniques, of Ninjutsu, to chakra theory, to information about edible and poisonous plants, to medical information and as well many sealing scrolls. Kurama's eyes gleamed in glee as he made himself comfortable in the hammock, that had handmade pillows that had a beautiful design and they felt soft and fluffy, which the boy purred getting comfortable in them, and then there were the covers, they were smooth and silky. Kurama made a conclusion that who ever lived, yes lived since dust was gathering around and the plants that were inside were now both dead or overgrown but mostly dead, seemed to be rich or was a knowledgeable shinobi. The good thing was that the seals were reacting well to his chakra so it meant that it was a family member that used to live here.

Eventually, Kurama had wandered around, being careful with the placed traps and seals that protected the tree, he managed to find himself self-back to the river that he awoke. A sly smile filled his face as he sat down near the water, lifting his yukata - which he stole from some thieves and other things, he folded the bottom of his pants up to his knees and placed his feet in the cold water, humming a small tune that he felt was very familiar.

He was lost in thought till his ear twitch and he looked behind, walking out of the forest, came a very excited Hashirama.

"Oh, Kurama! It has been awhile since we have seen you!" Hashirama said, jumping to the young redhead who was sitting now happy. "It has!" He yelled.

"Heh, so the redhead survived!" Madara stated, entering the river bank. Blinking twice, Kurama looked up and stared at the smirking dark hair boy and pouted. "Told you my gut can help me!" He yelled.

"Hmm…so it did." Madara taunted.

Hashirama laughed at the pouting boy. Kurama pouted at both of the males before grinning and eventually tackling the smirking boy. Madara was caught off by the speed and found himself hitting the rocky floor.

"SHIT! Kurama that hurts!" He yelled at the redhead, who only pouted.

"But I missed Mad-kun and Hashi-kun." Kurama said in a childish voice. Hashirama was laughing too hard that his face was becoming red and crying.

Growling, Madara pushed the pouting boy and mumbling under his breath, not seeing the visible mischievous glint that passed the redhead's eyes.

After the three boys had calmed down, Hashirama and Madara threw rocks across the rivers and Kurama just watched and listen to both older boys talk about peace. Kurama smiled, feeling something stir in his chest and in his mind. Hearing the echoes stopping the heart, which confused the boy, but needless, piped in the boys' conversation. "All three of us, become stronger to protect those whom we cherish, like I do with you two! I would protect you even if you may come from enemy clans, I want the fighting to stop!" He announced, both elders stared at him, surprised but relaxed at the honesty and careless smile and words he spoke.

"Yeah, sounds something like that." Madara muttered, a smirk formed his head, bringing his hand on top of the redhead's head and ruffling his messy hair and making it messier.

Hashirama smiled widely and sat next to Kurama and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "That sounds like a great idea!"

Kurama was feeling content and happy, he continued talking to the two other males that had formed a weird friendship between them. Ignoring the small prodding inside his mind.

Arthor's Note: And there you have it! Please review and tell me what you think!