Hey guys! This is my first story and I hope you like it! Please comment, i love feedback. Slight mentions of nh/ss. There's gonna be some ns, but a lot of it'll be platonic, as Sakura is a genin and Naruto is an adult. There will be some romantic ns, though!

My eyes fluttered open, briefly taking in the brightness, before snapping shut again. The intense rays of sun nearly burned my skin, irritating the especially thin, gentle tissue of my eye lids. I opened them again, my thick eyelashes brushed gently against each other. I hoped this time around they'd do their job and protect my eyes. I knew that this wasn't their actual responsibility, at least not from the sun, but I liked to think it was. I wanted someone to blame this on, as illogical as it sounds. I lazily rolled over to my side, as a sharp painful sensation quickly spread across my body. I not only had a splitting headache, but I seemed to be bleeding as well. I used my bandaged arm to cup to the source of the blood, which was now almost dry. The red ran through the white fabric and no doubt would stain my Zetsu arm. The clumps of red and black goo stuck together and seemingly taunted me. I never had anything against getting messy, but I have preferred to keep the bandages clean, as it was a pain in the ass to rewrap the arm and it's not like it was cheap. I laid back down and closed my eyes tightly. I counted to three, before sitting up abruptly.

The dry, thick skin that was already scarring from whatever had left the laceration, had no doubt torn open. There were bruises lining my body. Blotches of tender, blue and purple skin had formed randomly, leaving me kinda worried. I gasped in pain, suddenly being more aware of my surroundings. My eyes darted to a tree, situated to about four yards behind me. A small figure shifted, unmoving, with hands on either side of the tree. It was clearly a young girl, so I wasn't afraid or anything. Ever since the end of the war, I've had many young admirers, mainly young boys, but girls looked up to me as well. I didn't wanna scare the kid, but I thought it would be funny, and I could use a good laugh right now. I put on my scariest face and turned around slowly. I stumbled to my feet and reached out for a tree, as I was still holding my side. I chuckled, which proved to be a mistake. Pain rattled through my ribcage, and I coughed up some blood. The girl, a bit more sympathetic than I would have been, ran up to me. I turned to look at her.

"Hinata?"

It was amazing, she was a spitting image of her, at least when she was twelve. It was a shame that things didn't work out between us, I really liked her, but she had her eyes on other things. I had admired her for that. She worked hard, and ever since she got over her twelve year crush on me, she's been training and working on her clan relations. The Hyuugas have never looked better.
She looked up at me again, and had a puzzled look on her face. She slowed to halt, and activated her Byakugan. I started trembling. I haven't seen her fight in a while, but I remember the chunin exams. She looked like she was going to destroy me, and I knew it. Or, at least I thought I did. I could feel her chakra waiving, she was trembling too. I wanted to assure her that I could never hurt her, but I'm not great with children. I leaned in, taking my hand from my side. I placed them both in front of me, showing her that they were bare.
The closer I got, the more she looked like Hinata, it was getting scarily strange and I didn't know what was going on. She turned off her Byakugan and gave me a shaky smile. She was more scared of me than anything. That was even more bizarre than her looking like Hinata. Children weren't afraid of me. I was practically a household name. Random people ran up and gave me presents and gifts. I was scared too now.

"How do you know my name sir? Who are you?"

I gasped, did this mean I was right? Is she really Hinata? I mean of course, 'ttebayo, but why is she young and little?

I regained my composure, forgetting, temporarily about the shooting pain going up half my body. I looked at her a little longer. If this wasn't Hinata, then there was some weirdo out there, dressing their child to look exactly like her, down to the detailed Byakugan. Of course, that made no sense, but I was desperate. But I guess weirder things have happened, like when my own father sealed away demon inside of me.

"You seriously don't me?"

Is this a genjutsu? I put fingers together, forming hand signs.

"Release!"

Nothing happened, I did it over and over until another voice interrupted me.

Her eyes widened as they had done only a few moments ago. They narrowed and she took her arm up to her chest and backed away slowly.

"...Naruto-kun…?"

I smiled a wide, toothy grin at her, nodding furiously. If she wasn't scared before, she definitely is now. If I could see myself, I'd be afraid too. I probably look insane. I could feel myself making her uncomfortable, and no doubt confusing the hell out of her, but I couldn't stop. The first thing that starts to make sense and I wasn't letting it go.

"Hinata! Where are you?"

Twigs and branches were snapping in the distance, meaning that voice was definitely looking for her. I knew that voice, it sounded strangely like Kiba's. This must be them, it had to be. This was too weird to be a coincidence. He walked over to her and stopped when he saw me. He took notice of the band around my arm, knowing that he couldn't take on an elite jonin. Kiba looked at whiskers, and mouthed something along the lines of Uzumaki. It seemed as if he was questioning it. At twelve or thirteen, he didn't know any other Uzumakis, so maybe he thought that the whiskers were genetic. He eyed me up and down, pulling Hinata closer by her grey parka. They quickly took a couple of steps back, before reuniting with the rest of Team eight. Kurenai, covered in scratches, came out from behind a couple of trees, holding a black and white tabby cat. She walked closer to me, handing the cat to Shino.

When she came near me, my heart started beating faster. I don't know what it was, but I knew that I felt safe. At least safe enough to pass out. So I did.

…

I looked down, feeling groggy. The lower half of my body was in pure agony, covered only by a thin, paper-like, hospital gown. The initial bleeding was gone, and so was the sharp pain, but it was replaced by something way worse than I could imagine. I tried to make out my surroundings, although it was painfully clear that this was the infirmary. I sighed in relief, running my hands down my torso. There were stitches going along my abdomen down to my pelvic region. Whatever got me, got me good. It was safe to say that they won this fight. I wanted to laugh, but it was troubling and ridiculous that I couldn't account for a large portion of time. The last thing I remember is Kurenai, and I think she carried me back…?

I sat back in the uncomfortably, small bed, looking at the television propped on the wall. A soap was on and I couldn't find the remote. There weren't all bad, and, as a matter of fact, they were all I use to watch as a kid. It started as me not having anything better to do and coming home too late from missions, to developing into a passion, and then dying back down. I peaked at 16, only watching them and nothing else. Most people were surprised to find out that I loved drama, but I do. It's interesting. I still know all of the characters to most of the shows, but I haven't kept up with them in about five years. So much must've happened, the stuff I know must be considered common knowledge by now. My father said I inherited it from my mother, but I wish we had more time to talk. My mother and I.

People walked and ran past my room, sometimes carrying people on stretchers and other times by themselves. Often it was students, as young as genin. They were adorable, just like Sakura. I remember how happy she was when granny Tsunade took her under her wing. She couldn't have been more then thirteen years old, and that's when I loved her the most. We were so young and happy. Of course we missed Sasuke, but he gave us something to bond over. A common interest! One thing we were both upset over, but the best part was that it was only us. Of course his other fan girls missed him, but they didn't love him like we did. We didn't have to share our grief, or our tears, or even our time with anyone but us. It was like losing your best friend, but for real. Like we'd never see him again. And when we did, he tried to kill Sakura, someone that missed him as much as I did.

It was like having hope in rebuilding a family, but then having a third of that family walk out. No, it was worse than that, walking meant they didn't care about you. Trying to kill you meant they hated you. He killed any hope that the two of us had about being whole again. But I can't be mad at him, neither of us really had his best interest at heart, anyway. I wished we would have tried harder to understand him…

My arms were wrapped behind head as I leaned over to the side, looking out of the window. The sky in Konoha was never this clear anymore… at least not like they were ten years ago.

I eased up the brooding and moodiness. That was then, and this now. Sasuke came back, he left again, but at least we're on good terms. I know where he is, we keep in touch and he 's safe, the way I wish it would've been when we were younger. I smiled, I love thinking about old team Kakashi.

The door opened and the light from the hallway lit up the dim room, glaring off of the window, hiding the stars. I turned slowly to see them, as I didn't want to risk tearing my stitches. Shizune walked in, followed by Tsunade… and Kakashi, Kurenai and Ebisu. Why is the whole circus coming to check on me? I guess I don't mind, these are the smartest people I know, so I guess it is best to have them around. I didn't say a word, I just turned around to face them. I don't want to be difficult, I just want answers. I sat back and really took in their features, they were all younger. Especially Kakashi. Tsunade sat next to my bed, looking at a clipboard. She made a couple of marks, and she would look up at me, and then she'd write something else. She sighed, rubbing her temples, looking back at everyone she'd brought with her.

"There's no doubt about it, he's Naruto Uzumaki… But he's only around fourteen, he left a couple of months ago, with Jiraiya. He would've called if Naruto had been coming back so early. Something isn't right."

Shizune came forward.

"I don't think that's the case Lady Tsunade. He's aged way too fast. Physically, he's around his early 20s."

They all gasped. This was weird… to say the least. They think that I'm fourteen… and still travelling with Pervy Sage? I don't know how long I was out, but last time I checked, Master Jiraiya was still dead and Kakashi was hokage. Although, maybe I was bad at keeping up with the times. I'm not even sure about what had happened with Ebisu or Shizune, but yet, here they were. I had a ton of questions.

"Granny Tsunade? I'm not fourteen. I'm 22. I think something happened, but don't rule it out, no matter how crazy it sounds."

Kakashi sat in the other chair at the end of the bed.

"Team Kurenai found in the forest. You were bloodied and bruised and all around, you were hurt. Bad. It looks like something had nearly torn you in half. Listen."

He leaned in, beckoning me forward.

"You were sent back from the future. Around ten years. Don't worry, this happens a bit more often then you think it would. As I'm sure you already know this, you are a reincarnation of Asura Otsutsuki. To counteract Indra, his brother, he created his own technique. Indra's Kamui allows him to travel through dimensions, but Ashura's allows time travel. Although it seemed as though Asura had bested his brother, Indra still had the upper hand. Asura's technique, which is a very powerful combination of fuin, gen and ninjutsu, could only stay on that timeline, while Indra could still jump between whichever he wanted. It's very rare, so whoever sent you back must've been very powerful. I don't know how strong you are now, but it's safe to say that you're lucky to be alive."

My head was spinning, and I still had no idea what was going on. A wave of relief washed over me when I realised that Kakashi and I came to the same conclusion. He was really smart, and I.. not so much, so people had to listen to him. Thank goodness Kakashi and I were on the same page. I thought I was going insane. I had no words. Nothing.

Tsunade spoke up.

"I'm sure you're aware, but I am the current Hokage. We're still grieving the loss of Lord 3rd, and the citizens wouldn't be able to comprehend something like this, without some kind of outrage. So lay low."

She was taking this really well. Was that it? Lay low? I'm on the verge of a panic attack and granny's only advice is to take it easy? I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. A toothy grin spread across Shizune's mug and she clasped her hands together, jumping around. This was very immature and I wanted to join in.

"Kakashi said that you were a reincarnation of Asura, right?"

I was kinda shocked that they knew. I hadn't even known all of this until I was 17, around five years ago. At the time, It was funny, and confusing, and it made me feel invincible. Well, at least until I remembered the war going on. I had to ask them how they knew.

"While you were under, we had Inoichi Yamanaka read your memories. They were quite fuzzy, but we found some details, mainly some things you had learned within the last 10 years. While we couldn't make out most of it, we were able to scrap together and salvage that you were brutally beaten in a fight and sent back here, for no apparent reason. And yes, Shizune, that was what I said."

She lit up, smiling boldly.

"Well then, with the right training, you might be able to unlock the same power, or something close to it. The same way you did with Asura's chakra. It's a long shot, but it's worth it!"

Tsunade nodded, her arms loosely folded across her chest.

"Okay then. Tomorrow, you'll begin training with me and my current students. We'll be waiting for a message from Jiraiya, and until then, you'll be my pupil."

The meeting was adjourned, although it felt short. But like they said, this happened quite a bit more often than you would think. They must go through this kind of thing often. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. There was so much I wanted to do as a child, but couldn't afford/tall enough.

I was still worried though. Could me being here affect my current life in the future? Will I somehow mess everything up? I lowered my body slowly, the pain was still there and most of the bruises were on my back. This was no way to live.