A/N: Explanation of confusing things at bottom of chapter
Present
Bloodied, chakra-infused fingers scrabbled on torn paper.
He had done everything he could. They just weren't ready for another war - or a continuation of a war they thought they had won. Not that it mattered whether this was the Fourth or Fifth war - he wouldn't be around to write the history books.
They would not be the victors.
Blood loss, lack of oxygen - probably from the gaping hole in the middle of their chest - would have made this impossible for just about anyone. Years of practice - with fuuinjutsu, with kunai and swords and shuriken and handseals and paperwork and millions of other things - made that handicap negligible, as blood was used in place of ink to draw a seal that would kill anyone without massive amounts of chakra.
Luckily, there was this thing called a bijuu in very close proximity.
They were dead. The last of them - the poor, bun haired girl who had lost her leg in the very first attack - had thrown herself in front of a chidori meant for him, a hand that once belonged to an ally sinking elbow-deep through bone and flesh as if it were no more than water.
He had failed. All of them were dead - the people he had sworn to defend, who he had fought side-by-side with, who had loved him and respected him. Who had fought for him, who had died for him.
Dead, and there was nothing he could do.
The seal was nearing completion, and Madara - wearing the body of a red-haired girl - chuckled as Naruto stumbled to his knees, his left hand severed at the wrist. "You have failed, Uzumaki. Your village is gone, its citizens dead, its protectors fallen. There is nothing you can do."
The seal was finished - a quick kanji for a wind affinity, and another to connect it to another nearby seal that was full of stolen chakra, because even a bijuu cannot power some seals.
"The world will fall to the infinite Tsukuyomi, and you cannot stop me, Naruto."
Naruto gasped, heaving on his right and only remaining hand. "You will fall one day, Marada. Your dream world will fail and someone will kill you, succeed where I will not."
Madara(Or Kin-Madara-Zetsu, whatever he was now) sneered down at the blonde before him. "Maybe. But you have failed, Uzumaki. Nothing you can do will stop me."
There was a snort of laughter, and both men turned to the girl that they thought was dead as she finished transcribing the seal. Bloodied fingertips reached up in a mock salute, as Madara's purple ringed eyes widened and Naruto grinned.
"Well, I guess it's good I'm that here to fuck it up for you, isn't it, you assholes?"
Madara lunged, not knowing what the seal was but anyone with common sense knew better than to let a seal master - or mistress, in this case - activate a seal of any kind.
Tenten chuckled, then channeled what little chakra she had left into the seal. There was a scream, a roar, and then a twist as the very nature of the universe itself cried out as laws that had never even been touched were broken.
And then she was gone.
Three years before the End
Tenten slammed the empty mug on the countertop, glaring at the barkeep. If it were anyone else, he would have - could have - cut them off three or seven mugs ago. This was a shinobi bar, after all - he was an ex-ANBU himself, and he was no pushover.
"More."
And yet he found himself jumping to, nodding frantically as she fiddled with a kunai in her hand. Ex-ANBU he may have been, but one does not antagonize the Living Armory, even drunk and crippled as she was. His hands absentmindedly filled the glass, and he briefly considered throwing a bit of the sleeping powder he kept for situations like this in the mix.
The kunai found itself embedded in a wall along with seventeen others, forming the last stroke of a kanji - betrayal. Among that were several curses, a few shapes, and the name 'Neji' several times over. Distantly, he noted that her increasing inebriation had not affected her aim in the slightest.
He clunked the mug down in front of her(sleeping-powder free, he didn't want to die tonight), and she just stared at it for a while before swiftly grabbing and downing it in one smooth motion, tossing the burning liquid down in a single gulp.
She swallowed, relishing in the pain and trying to convince herself that the tears in her eyes were because the drink hurt, and not because her last remaining friend was too busy to talk to her.
Not like it was a big deal. She didn't need anyone to talk to. She was fine, really. Lee didn't need to come talk her out of her stupor. It had been six years, after all. Six years since Neji had decided that being married to a nameless, barren orphan was a waste of his time and ran off with some whore of a branch member. No, it was fine.
Belatedly, she realized that she had said at least a few of those things out loud and the barkeep was staring at her warily. She narrowed her eyes, glaring - although it came out as more of a pout - and realized that her glass was full again. Did she ask for that, or did he just fill it? Good guy, whichever it was.
Fuckin' Neji. Walking around with his perfect kids with their stupid long black hair and chubby faces and white eyes. Stupid kids that she couldn't hate because they were stupid and adorable.
Stupid little kid, with his wide innocent eyes and impossible to hate face that looked so much like a little chibi Neji that she was stuck somewhere between sobbing and cooing whenever she saw him. Him and his six year old curiosity, coming up to 'Auntie Tenten' and asking why she didn't have any kids if she loved them so much.
God, she had never wanted to strangle a kid so much. It was like Neji had trained the fucker to ruin her life - as if he hadn't enough already.
As if he was the only one who hurt after three miscarriages and that horrible, awful visit to Sakura where she gave them that news in clinical words but quiet tones.
Basically, the odds of her having kids were about as high as Lee wearing something other than spandex or Neji braiding his hair.
But she hadn't strangled the little boy who reminded her constantly of everything she lost, of nights spent crying and a surgery that was too risky to try but too late to take back. So she had just smiled and said that she was too old now, but she wished she could.
And then, once she had dropped little Shinji off at the Hyuuga compound with his father, she had run to this bar and immediately started drowning herself in sake as fast as she could. Not like anyone would care. Her only friend was a newlywed, and his wife was late to return from a mission. Karin was a big girl, but two months was two months and Water was only a two week round-trip. Granted, it was a diplomatic meeting of sorts, but how long does it take to check and see why a jinchuuriki's chakra pathways were messed up?
So Tenten didn't begrudge Lee of his worrying, and if that worrying happened to involve running laps around fire country to check in at every outpost, what was she to do?
Thank god for sake and shinobi bars.
Three hours after midnight, she decided that she had had enough and stumbled to the door, tugging on her weapons with chakra strings, pulling them all back into the seal on her wrist. Blearily, she noted the hundred or so holes she had left in the wall, and how the barkeep was glaring at her. She frowned, and then tossed a few twenty-ryo notes on the floor before turning and leaving, stumbling on her leg.
Defeating Madara before he had enacted his 'blah blah rule the world' plan had come at a cost for all of them - the lives of friends, homes, belongings.
For her, it was her left leg. From the hip down, she was wood and metal, rather than the skin she used to be so proud of.
"Used to have such nice legs, too." She mumbled to herself, as she pulled on the chakra strings a little too hard, causing herself to stumble. Thank god for Kankuro - well, his notes at least. She had never got along all that well with him. He had sent some of Chiyo-sama's notes on ninja-appropriate prosthetics to Konoha as a gift after the Fourth War had ended. She was a half-decent puppetmaster, enabling her to take C or lower ranked missions - some combat, but nothing too serious. Being an administrative ninja(read:Desk jockey) paid a lot more than C ranks.
This was also the reason why she wasn't allowed into ANBU, no matter how much she longed for a way to drown herself in work, rather than alcohol.
She stumbled to her doorstep, pulling her keys out as she went. She pulled the ring of keys out - there were over a dozen of them, and she had forgotten what ten of them went to awhile ago. One was to her door, the other was to the safe in her closet.
"Who the fuck waxed my doorknob?" She muttered, fingers scrabbling on the metal. "Scratch that. Who the fuck put another doorknob on my door?"
Tenten was a lot more inebriated than she thought she was.
Finally managing to get the cursed door open, she flopped her kunai pouch on the floor, then proceeded to sprint to the bathroom and vomit. Fuck. Detox time.
Why did she get so fucking wasted again? Ah, right. Neji. Fuck that fucker with a fuckin.. er.. fuck.
A lot more inebriated than she thought she was.
Three hours and six trips to the bathroom later, Tenten flopped onto her bed, muttering to herself. She hastily pulled her prosthetic off, tossing the wood and metal at the wall. It was a ninja prosthetic, and she didnt throw it that hard.
She forced herself into sleep - a habit after years of ninja training - and for once stayed asleep for the whole night. She woke up as she always did - instantly alert and ready to grab the kunai from under her pillow if need be, checking for nearby sounds of breathing or life. So what if the door to her room was buried under layers upon layers of seals and traps? Habits die hard, and four years of living as a desk jockey didn't change that.
Cracking her back as she woke, she was sat up and went to raise her arms into the air, then was nearly sent back into unconsciousness as she was reminded of exactly how much she drank last night.
"Fuck. This is the bit where I would say something about never drinking again but like hell thats ever gonna happen. Annnnd I'm talking to myself again." Shaking her head(then regretting it immediately) she formed the seals for a healing jutsu then sighed in relief as her hangover cleared off.
Hey, two years of dedicating her life to healing jutsu before finally realizing it was yet another thing she failed at had benefits. Tsunade-sama, she was not be. But she at least knew how to heal cuts, set broken bones, and make her life as an alcoholic easier.
Speaking of her former idol, the blonde had requested her presence at the office today. Something about a message delivery that required a Jounin? Obviously low rank, but hey, it was a way to get out of the village, and if she haggled and played the 'Im a cripple please pity me' card well enough she could wiggle a price increase out of it.
Tenten hummed softly to herself, not exactly excited but maybe... expectant? Yeah, expectant. She made herself a cup of coffee, stirring about a half pound of sugar into it and some of that fancy mint creamer she splurged on yesterday. She sipped it, then let out a quiet hum of appreciation.
Today might not be that bad of a day after all.
Of course, roughly three seconds after she started feeling good about the day everything went to shit.
Off in the distance, what she later learned was about two feet in front of the main gate, she felt a massive surge of chakra, infused with enough killing intent to drop small animals dead with fear.
Old, battle worn habits kicked in - no matter they hadnt been useful in years - and within a second she had reached into one of the seals tattooed on her arm, pumped a small modicum of chakra into it, tumbled to the side and let a massive dome of metal cover her, forming out of the void of nothingness she called it out of and clattering to the ground with a loud clang.
She heard the muffled sound of a massive burst of wind, a mighty pressure that pushed the whole building she was in back, and then a groan as the structural supports of her apartment building began to fail. There was a brief sensation of weightlessness, right before she realized that her home was collapsing and taking her with it. Sealessly, she tugged on a seal she had placed on the outskirts of training ground 44, and suddenly she found herself missing a quarter of her total chakra reserves and on the edges of the forest
She had experimented with a few seals in the past, one of them being able to let a person use Kamiwari on an object at a long distance. This also had the unfortunate effect of increasing the chakra usage for it by ten times the normal cost, so she gave it up as a bad job.
Rushing as fast as her leg would let her, she ran up the side of the tree to get a vantage point of what exactly was going on. When she was near the top, she looked over her home village and nearly stumbled off in shock.
Konoha was almost entirely gone. Again.
A massive cone of destruction had torn its way through the center of the village, easily wiping out an entire half of the buildings on its own. Among them were the main residential districts, the academy, and the hokage tower - all of them reduced to rubble.
She knew within seconds that anyone within the blast radius was already dead. Tens of thousands obliterated in an instant, among them most of the genin and chuunin, as they lived in the Shinobi residential district. She pressed her back to the tree, sliding down slowly as the true magnitude of what had happened occurred to her.
The only attack of this level she had seen before was from Pain, but he was dead - she had watched him die with her own eyes. Even then, he had attacked from above, merely pressing down on the village. Many people had died in his attack, but more to property damage. Most of the people had managed to crawl out of the rubble.
But there was almost no rubble. It was simply gone. A black furrough in the earth, all that remained of where her village used to be. She noted with abstract curiosity that her own home wasn't even in the affected area, it had simply collapsed due to the air displacement.
Someone had used a Shinra Tensei nearly three times as powerful as Pain had, and she knew with dawning horror who it was.
Madara had, somehow, lived through Naruto's attack or found a way to come back again.
And with an eye used to seeing the truth, a mind dedicated to combat, and thought process that had trained her ability to lie to herself out, she knew that a war was coming and they had already lost.
One and a Half years Before the End
Tenten knew she was useless. Knew that, in the war they were fighting, she was below being cannon fodder. Even in the original Fourth war(Or was it the Fourth war, and this one was the fifth?) she had been useless against Kabuto's army of undead and could barely hold her own against tides of White Zetsu.
For fucks sake, her only high moment in that war had been that she had impressed a few S rank shinobi. Because she had lots of pointy things. That was it - Kakuzu had said he was impressed with how many weapons she could use, and then she had swung a fan at him and almost killed herself with chakra exhaustion.
Her skill in Fuuinjutsu was mediocre at best, her talent lying in basically sealing, which was the easiest of the branches. Her talent lay in weapons for every occasion - she knew how to use almost every weapon she came across, but only with mediocre skill. And when you're fighting infinitely regenerating zombies of S rank ninja and Former Kage, an army of your own Genjutsu-trapped allies, and people with the literal ability to summon Gods and Demons to their command...
Being able to swing a few swords wasn't all that useful.
So, she knew she was useless. And that was why, as the last dregs of the shinobi resistance prepared to leave Uzushio, she was staying behind.
Naruto had come here looking to find some lost remnant of the Uzumaki clan, bringing the few hundred or so shinobi that were left with him. He knew Madara would follow, bringing enough shinobi to drown them a thousand to one in bodies. This was just a quick stop, a detour on their never-ending nomadic race around the elemental countries.
And she had asked her Hokage to stay behind, while the horde of Madara's armies followed.
She had an argument all planned out - she could seal away her chakra signature for a while, hide under a few dozen feet of dirt and wait until they passed, then come out and look for some more Fuuinjutsu they didn't have the time to stay for. She knew she might be caught and killed, or worse, conscripted into the ranks of Genjutsu-possessed ninja that followed after Madara. But honestly? She was just slowing them down at this point.
The resistance was mostly made up of Elite Jounin, the few Jinchuuriki they had left(Gaara, Naruto, and whoever the Nanabi had been sealed into - some brown haired boy whose name she kept forgetting), the S rank shinobi who remained and a few former Kage. She was barely a B-class Kunoichi in her prime, only managing to hang onto the group with a combination of dumb luck and sheer will.
But when she entered Naruto's tent, and asked him for permission to stay behind, her argument never left her lips. Her Kage, the man she had sworn to follow to the ends of the earth - the man she had fought beside, lost friends beside, had nearly died beside dozens of times - he just sent her a sad, pitiful look and nodded his head, before turning to the next order of business.
He didn't care. To be honest, he was probably just waiting for her to die sooner or later, if he even remembered she was with them still. She left the tent they had hastily set up, sitting down against one of the few trees that grew in the salty air of Uzushio, still stunned.
When dawn broke, Gaara lifted them up on a cloud of sand, borrowing the chakra of two other Jinchuuriki to lift a little over a hundred shinobi and soar over the sea and land, faster than most Ninja could run over water.
Not a one of them looked for her or missed her. None of them even noticed she was gone - probably assuming she had fallen to one of the leftover traps of Uzushio or to the Eternal Tsukiyomi in the night.
And still she watched as the cloud became a speck on the horizon, watched as they dissapeared from view. She barely managed to break out of her stupor to place a chakra-hiding seal on herself(fatal if left on for more than an hour) and hide under some rubble.
None of Madaras massive army noticed her as they passed by and through the broken streets of Uzushio, hundreds of thousands of nearly-silent feet filling the empty island for a few moments before they all left, following the trail of chakra in the air.
And the empty island certainly didn't care as her shock and self-pity turned to frustration, then anger, then a furious, mind-numbing rage. As she pulled herself out of the rubble, ripping the seal from the back of her neck, she distantly noticed she was crying.
She had been abandoned yet again, without a second thought. First by parents she didn't remember, then by teachers who focused on much smarter and better peers, then by those peers who went on to greatness. Then by those peers again, one of them falling in love and the other tearing out her heart before he left.
And now, here she stood, a forgotten, broken, useless girl in an empty city.
Something inside her broke. She stopped lumping herself with Naruto's army as she had before - stopped caring about the fate of the world, stopped caring about humanity as a whole.
She was a third party to this war and enslavement, an outlier that existed because it was simply too unimportant to remove and small enough to overlook.
She turned her eyes to the moon, begging, praying for perfection. She could feel as the foreign chakra of the Tsukiyomi invaded her system, a comforting cold as the genjutsu began to take hold of her mind. The vision filled her mind, and for a moment, she was beginning to feel at peace, until she realized what the vision of her perfect world would be.
Neji.
She tore the chakra away with a twist of willpower, forcing the genjutsu out in a way that shouldn't have been possible. Sheer hatred, hatred of herself, of Neji, of the perfect little children she knew the vision would show her, of the weakness she had almost given into.
She had just tried to give in to an Eternity with the Betrayer. And for a moment, she had enjoyed it.
An empty, angry, hollow girl picked her way through the shatter libraries and buildings of Uzushio. Denied the ability to enjoy a perfect lie. Denied the ability to die for a useful cause. Denied a life worth living for, but unable to give in without doing something to give herself satisfaction.
Tenten no longer wished to end the Tsukiyomi, or help Naruto save the world. She no longer cared for justice or retribution or world peace.
Tenten tore herself through a mountain of rubble and bones, digging to find something, anything in her quest. Her fingers cut themselves on stone and steel; her body grew weary as days without rest passed. Her eyes grew sore with tears, and her throat parched in thirst.
But still she searched on, prying apart ruins with her hands and seals, leaving splotches of blood and tears as she waded through the ruins of a forgotten world.
Until finally, after four nights and five days, she found a few scrolls in what was once a section of abandoned Fuuinjutsu projects; discarded because they had no use or were too volatile to function.
She found three, in fact. An early prototype for the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, or the Shiki Fuuin, a seal that allowed the user to steal chakra from nearby sources, and a seal to separate the soul of the bearer from their body and rip a hole in the fabric of reality.
And in the ruins of a forgotten city, a ruined girl began to laugh.
Present
Seven months of planning and experimentation, of muttered ramblings and torn paper. Seven months to force three forbidden seals together, to make an ugly, mismatched monstrosity that even she didn't know what it would do.
Then, seven more months of hiding and traveling, doing the best one lonely insane girl could do to follow Madara's army without being seen, muttering softly to herself and clutching a scroll to her chest.
A year and a half of being alone, not talking to another human. Only eating when it became nesscary, only drinking when she could no longer bare the dust in her throat.
She knew she was killing herself slowly, wasting away to skin and bones, her once beautiful hair falling in a ragged, greasy mop.
She didn't care.
And now the day came - the day she had been waiting for. Madara's army had caught up to Nar- to the Betrayers, and she had climbed up a tree and watched.
Watched as they were surrounded, torn to pieces by a legion of dead and ruined, of white not-men and men-who-would-be-gods. She watched with abstract curiosity as people she had onced called ally or even friend - Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Choji and Kiba(the only ones left of the Konoha 12 that mattered, besides Naruto) went down to thousands of Zetsus and men who would not die.
And finally, it was just Naruto and Madara left. She couldn't hear what they were saying, not from this far away. But it didn't matter to her - all they would ever speak is lies. That's what Betrayers did after all. They lie, and they hurt, and they kill your dreams and don't even care as they do.
She threw a single, chakra-inhanced kunai into the air, hurling it as far as she could, unfurling her scroll as she did so. Old instincts would tell her when and where it landed - right in front of naruto, as it were.
Good. She wanted to see his face as he became the betrayed.
Using her Kamiwari seal, she appeared right in front of him, a sick grin forming on her gaunt face.
Just in time to take a Chidori to the heart.
She would have laughed if her lungs had let her, but instead all that came out was a rasping gurgle. She fell over on the ground, seeing the surprised face of the Betrayer as her blood splattered his face. Not the face she wanted to see - shock and sorrow, not pain and fury.
But soon. She ignored the pain - or embraced it, she didn't know - and dipped her shaking fingers into the hole in her chest. The scroll was ready - it just needed a couple more kanji to activate. And already they ignored her, thinking her dead, knowing her useless. Madara said some things, and the Betrayer said some things back. Madara laughed, and she found herself laughing with him.
"...Failed, Uzumaki. Nothing you can do will stop me."
She frowned, upset. All this work to end the world and no one even noticed? That wouldn't do. She needed a good one liner, like a manga or movie. Something a cool guy would say. She laughed a little, and they turned to her, surprised.
She spoke out, a rasping, wet set of words falling from bloody lips as she molded chakra to her hand, pressing it on the paper.
"Well, I guess it's good I'm that here to fuck it up for you, isn't it, you assholes?"
The Betrayer smiled, as if he was pleased, as if he actually cared about her and knew she could do it all along.
God, he made her sick.
Madara lunged, and she gave the both of them a cheeky two finger salute as the released the chakra she had in her hand into the seal.
For a moment, nothing happened, and Madara's outstretched hand reached out to her face, glowing chakra deadly on his fingertips.
The the seal glowed, and there was a ripping sound as Madara's hand was pulled into nonexistance. His arm followed, and then his torso. She heard him scream vaguely until his head, too, was pulling into the rip in reality she had made.
There was a sound of tolling laughter and a feeling of dark, cold pressure on her back as the god of death itself was summoned, using its power to force the rip in reality to stay open. Naruto stumbled back, eyes wide, as Tentens look of glee took on a manic, insane quality.
"What have you done. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE." He cried, raising his arm before it, too, faded into nothing. She could hear the Kyuubi roaring, watched as he attempted to use its Chakra to stall off a force he did not comprehend. Soon the Void was done with the Chakra of demons, and it turned to him next, pulling him faster, ripping him into dust, bit by bit.
"I have betrayed." She muttered, and watched with joy as his face morphed into hurt, into pain, into betrayal.
Then, he was gone, and the rip in reality turned on the rest of the world, and then the Shinigami, who laughed in manic glee as she did, until it pulled him in and he was gone. The tear destabilized, widening, opening further and further, till it spanned the sky and swallowed everything, until the stars themselves were gone. And then, when there was nothing left but nothing and her own manic laughter, the void shrank and shrank and shrank, and with insanity in her eyes she grabbed onto the edges of nothing and threw herself into the void.
And she, too, was gone.
A/N: Confused? Good. Hopefully this chapter will make sense when you're done reading this.
If the chapter seems disjointed and confusing, keep in mind the Tenten - the 'Narrarator' - is absolutely insane by the end of the chapter.
Ten years prior to the present, or the time we are in at the end of the chapter, the fourth shinobi war 'ends.' Neji lives, Tenten loses her leg in the battle against Kakuzu, Tsunade remains Hokage through the fourth war, but is never able to be in combat again after overuse of her Yin Chakra seal.
Naruto and Sasuke's attack successfully kills Madara, and black Zetsu flees, taking Madara's remains with him, unnoticed. Naruto and co. head home, and seven years pass. During this time, Tenten and Neji(who managed to survive due to unimportant reasons) get married, and attempt to have children, but then learn that Tenten has a very low chance of ever getting pregnant.
Tenten decided to have a risky surgery done, but it fails and Tenten is left truly barren and distraught. Neji then divorces her, as he is traumatized by their loss and blames himself. However, in his ever stoic, Hyuuga way, he doesn't tell Tenten about any of this, and she assumes he left because he wanted someone who was useful. She then descends into alcohol and self-pity. Neji, realizing that he was wrong and hurt her by leaving, attempts to reconcile by trying to let her become close to his new family. This is where we find Tenten terrorizing the bar.
During those seven years, Zetsu had been planning nonstop, and kidnaps Karin while she is on a mission. He then tortures her teammates in front of her until she developes the Rinnegan, then places a modified version of Orochimaru's seal on her to force Madara's soul into her body.
Zetsu and Madara then 'Meld' and attack Konoha, killing more than three quarters of the village's shinobi population with a surprise attack facilitated by Obito's Sharingan(which Zetsu also stole.)
The 'Fifth' shinobi war occurs, but the allied elemental nations are already far behind and are blindsided by the surprise attacks.
At the end of the chapter, Tenten(driven insane by years of mental trauma and another three years of war) believes that everyone but herself is out to betray and hurt her, so she decides to kill... everyone but herself. She summons the shinigami, forcing the god to hold her seal stable, as her seal opens a tear in the fabric of space and time, converting everything but herself into pure nature chakra - including the god of death. The seal, once it runs out of chakra to stay active, begins to shrink and Tenten throws herself into it.
This is where we are at right now.
Three answers to three questions -
Why a Tenten Time Travel fic?
A: I wanted to do a time travel fic based around a character that wasn't Naruto. I've also come to the realization that Kishimoto had absolutely no idea why he made so many characters and just left some of them to rot - Tenten(one of my favorites) included.
This also gives me a lot of leeway in ordinance to the past, as Tenten literally did not have a life before the academy, and has no background at all. Literally. She only exists as a bridge between Lee and Neji. That is her only purpose and I hate it.
2) WTF happened there.
A: Tenten threw herself back in time via accident. Her only plan was to destroy the entire universe, and that was less of a plan and more of a side effect of her wanting to piss off Madara and ruin Narutos life. Next chapter will explain exacltly how far back im talking about, and why the Shinigami was involved.
As a side note - this is going to be a fic of conjecture and me making up things I find cool. For one, the Shinigami - a minor at best character - will be in here quite a bit. Tenten will also regain her sanity, she will still be quite messed up.
3) What happened to Legacy of the Namikaze?
A: I write Fanfictions because I have ideas and I want to share them. If I wanted to write stuff for my person gain, I would write - and do write - books of my own. People stopped caring or reviewing Legacy, so I stopped writing it because I assumed no one liked it. I still have ideas for it, but if no one likes the story I'm gonna move on to other things.
I hope you enjoyed the confusing as fuck ride that went on here. Next chapter will be up fairly soon, but will hopefully be less confusing than this one.
If you see any spelling errors, shove them up your ass or become my Beta, one of the two. Its one in the morning and I dont give a shit.
-Alex