Hello my wonderful readers! Narulov56 is back! I started this story a few weeks ago when I was watching this show and couldn't contain myself and write this multi-chaptered Fan-fic. Unlike my other stories, which were almost rushed and were very short, I decided to make this one epic! Yes, this story will be full of surprises and sometime odd pairings.

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime series Naruto. I write these stories for the sole purpose of enjoyment and do not -under any circumstances- make a profit out of writing these Fan-Fics.

Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic death scenes, violence, unsuitable language, homosexuality scenes, sex and other scenes that may be inappropriate for children under 18 years of age. The writer of this story will NOT be held responsible if a minor reads the following contents. Be aware that you disagreeing with any of the warnings will not change anything above. I repeat- This will NOT be negotiated.

Couples: NarutoxSasuke, NarutoxItachi, KyuubixSasuke, KibaxHinata, Mild FagakuxKushina, MInatoxKushina, PeinxKonan, FagakuxKonan, and KyuubixItachi…Many more in future chapters.

Notes: This is set up during the early 1800's and is not based on Japan. The story began with flashbacks for special reasons! If you have any questions about the story, please e-mail me at anytime. I checked the story for the 5th time today and EVERY TIME I check, there is a new word missing. If you happen to stumble on a word that's missing, please tell me.

~Where The Savage's Heart Rest~

23 Years ago, 1800:

Run was all he could at the moment. It wasn't that he was scared, that he was weak, no, not at all. And with all the power he had, he failed. He wasn't a good leader. He was a failure. He felt like an animal. The fatigue, the thirst for food, the need for rest- those were all getting the best of him. But even with those obstacles, he would stand strong, even if the pain would shoot up his spine every time he walked. Even if his legs burned after his many falls he would stand strong as a wall.

The dirty wet rags (so called clothes) were the only thing covering him, weighing him down with rain, sweat and soil, not to mention, the friction of the rags burned the sore bruises on his arms and legs. What agony.

How ironic- he was the most powerful being, yet he was running like a child, scared, alone and miserable. Oh, how he'd give anything to be inside the walls of his kingdom, be with the people he vowed to protect.

"Where is he?"

"Find him!"

"Make sure he doesn't get away!"

He was not scared, he was brave and unbeatable. It was only a matter of time before they would find him. "No they won't," he would tell himself over and over again.

He wasn't crying for himself either, no. He cried for the loss, the children, the elders, his country, his love, his child. He was alone.

Maybe he would live for another day, if he could escape. He would lose the battle but not the war. He could escape if he'd move slowly. If only he could move.

"I think I heard something?"

"Do you hear that?"

No! They heard him. He had to get away. He had to!

"Where are you my lord?" They would taunt over and over again. But he wouldn't listen to them-they were traitors.

"I think I found him!"

Damn it. He was surrounded. He was caged like a wounded animal. No escape. He really had failed, he chuckled wretchedly. But damn them if they thought they could get away with it.

"Where do you think you were running to...? Namikaze?"

Minato glared at the figure above him. He damned everyone who was helping the figure above. And probably, at the same time, he cursed everyone who tried to destroy him to hell, hoping, yearning, craving they would pay for his and his love ones misfortune.

"Aren't you going to run, say something," He said, "beg for mercy?" The shadowing figure smirked, grabbing his sword and gently cutting through golden locks. "This is what you get when you mess with my Kushina," he yelled through his teeth, his anger making it obvious that if anyone were to interfere, he would kill them without any second thought. "She's mine!"

Minato's glared intensified instantly, His hazel eyes pointed accusingly towards the man above him. "No, you're wrong," He growled, his body shaken¸ blinded, fuming with outrage.

"Oh, is that so?" the figured mocked, "Do not worry, you're life will end soon and you won't have to worry about Kushina anymore." He laughed, turning his head towards the man beside him, "Get rid of him, and if anybody ask, tell them he fell off a cliff... by accident."

All the man nodded with their blood thirsty eyes tracing over his body, no, mentally eating his body. Taunting smiles, there cruel laughers, there inhuman howling, didn't scare him. No-they served to fuel him more.

"I swear you will pay for this one day."

The man above him looked down and smirked. "Oh really," he said "because from where I stand, you're in no position to make any threats Namikaze!" He screamed, taking a fist full of Minato's shirt, pulling the blond towards him. "Oh, and let's not forget who has Kushina with your unborn bastard! Me, that's right!"

Minato leaned closer. His forehead and nose barely touched the other male above him. "Don't you dare touch them," Minato growled, right back, "especially my unborn baby-"

"HN, get rid of him."

Everything was moving too fast, too soon. Where was Minato? He ran out of the house and promised he would come back! He promised like if it was a matter of life or death! What did he do?

"Ah! ~" The baby was coming too soon, the baby? Her baby was in danger! A rather disturbing thought kept nudging deep inside her, telling her, begging her, she couldn't stay here- something was bound to happen.

"-Push Kushina, it's almost over," a woman in her mid-twenties said to the girl in labor "Come on, just one more push!"

Kushina glared at the woman, beads of sweat twinkled its way down her forehead, down her nose and pass her lips. "Ah, I'm pushing, I'm pushing!" She screamed "When will this be over!" Spots of white threaten to consume her vision, but she wouldn't let it show it, no, never.

"-Push Kushina, the baby! I can see the baby!"

"I can-" She whispered before passing out into the darkness.

Murmurs, whispers, they were speaking too loud, obnoxiously loud to be whispers, to be murmurs.

"-Father…yes… died, when?"

"Did you hear?"

"-Yes, Dead-"

"-The baby…dead,"

"Poor girl"

Kushina turned her head to the side, "The baby?" She asked softly, than realizing where she was before sitting upright and looking desperately around the room. Where was the baby? Where was her child!

Suddenly, getting up, she marched up to the boy beside her, "Where's my baby?" She said, "I need to know. Where's my baby?" She ordered, wavering slightly and leaning against one of the chairs.

She wasn't too fond to what she had heard, not at all.

Dead?

Her baby wasn't dead.

"Kushina please sit down, you're in no condition to be standing up," Said the boy next to her.

"Kakashi…" She pleaded, "-Kakashi, take me to my baby, please."

"Mistress I would have loved to tell you but I was o-" He was abruptly cut off when a rather feminine hand, cased in lacy white gloves, touched his shoulder, then slammed him roughly against one of the wooden tables.

On impact, the wooden table broke, scattering all over the floor. Kakashi screamed, closing his eyes shut, knowing what was to come.

One of the broken pieces slashed through his right eye, letting out a strangled cry, he covered his wounded eye.

"What did I tell you?" She asked.

Kakashi didn't answer, afraid of what he might say, may anger Kushina's sister even further. He wished however, he could throw her out the window, see her die with his left-and only good- eye and then abandon her body near a bear's cafe.

"Oh, so you can't talk?" She said. "Very well. I'll deal with you, Kakashi, late-"

"Konan? How dare you raise your hand to a mere child?" Kushina interrupted, bewildered and disgusted with her sister, "Have you no shame?" she said, running towards Kakashi.

Konan laughed, waving around the hand-fan, "Well, well, well. Aren't you the sensitive type?" She giggled. "Besides sister weren't you worried about that little bastard of a boy…sorry I meant your baby? Funny, you sure move fast."

Kushina glared, but soften up when she looked at Kakashi. "Konan, sister, what has become of you? You weren't like this. We use to be best friends-"

"Oh, shut it! That sister is long dead!" Konan screamed, glaring at the walls beside her. Suddenly, they became the focus of her interest. Deciding upon what to do, she looked at the servants "Take the little runt and fix his eye. Not a word about what happened to the head master. Got it? I'll take care of my dear sister."

All the servants did as they were told, leaving an empty and eerily quiet room.

Konan flashed an annoyed look towards her irritating sister, thinking of what to do next. She settled on helping Kushina to the bed, tucking her and preparing the tea she had made herself.

"Sister, I know you want to see that-your baby. My nephew. But I have some devastating news," She secretly and silently poured a strange liquid into the tea and handed it to Kushina. "This will help you relax."

Kushina's heart pounded furiously, knowing better than to believe her sister's words. Taking the fragile tea cup, she cringed at the terrible smell. "Is this safe to drink?" She asked.

Konan Tsked, "Drink it. It's a special recipe that will help you relax." She repeated.

"Okay," Kushina warily said.

"Kushina, your son, as I mention before, is dead." Konan tried not to laugh at her sister's pained expression. Too bad, she mused, such a pretty face contorted, twisted, bent into such a pained expression.

"No. You lie, my baby is alive! Minato, he promised me he would come back and take us out of this dreaded place, Konan!"

"No, I'm not lying, Kushina. Why? Don't believe in your own sister?" She stated. "Look, I'm going to leave for a few minutes. Think about it. Ok?"

Kushina's face didn't change when her sister opened the door and left. She didn't even blink when the soft thud of the door roamed around the door. "My baby isn't dead. You hear? My child, who will be name Naruto Uzumaki, is not DEAD!"

"His not dead," She said again, her eyes closing after every syllable dropped slowly and diligent from her red, dry lips.

Konan walked outside, shuddering at the drops of water that fell down her neck and down her dress. "Pein," She whispered, "Good you're here, come out and bring that little monster with you. I have a special task for you."

A dark red haired man walked outside, his arms held a bundle of golden and tan skin, wrapped around white pieces clothing.

Konan looked at the bundle in Pein's arm. It was crying hysterically, probably cold and hungry. "Get rid of 'it'." She ordered "Hurry up- it's giving me a migraine."

Pein laughed, "Don't worry I'll get rid of it as long as you complete the end of the deal," He said, gently pushing Konan towards his chaste along with the golden bundle in his arms, his lips were only centimeters away from hers lips.

"Just go," She sneered.

"Whatever my lady wishes," Pein laughed, pushing her to the side, making way for him and the baby.

Little did they know that Tsunade, whose eyes never left the baby's view, stood behind one of the trees, silently cursing herself.

She knew beating Pein in his own game would be next to impossible but, she would follow him, be a shadow and protect that child at all cost.

Finally, deciding on what to do, Tsunade silently ran towards the horse carriage, hid herself inside one of the hay sacks and waited for the right time to strike.

Pein was in the world of rainbows and sunshine, the only think keeping him from bursting in waves of pure happiness was the bundle on his arms. The little thing cried and cried nonstop.

"Shut up, you worthless piece of meat," He roared at the tiny bundle, than groaned when the child cried even harder. "Fuck, you make a perfectly rainy day bad."

"Oomph!"

Pein stopped, looked behind him and narrowed his eyes. He saw nothing and whatever the sound was, he did not like.

He stopped the carriage abruptly, walked over to back, living the newborn to fend for himself. "Who's there?" He asked.

No Answer.

He looked closer- making sure his eyes carefully roamed the wet carriage and the tall thick trees that surrounded him-and then saw what seemed to be strands of blond hair. Balling up his fist, he marched up to the intruder and roughly, almost painfully cruel, yanked Tsunade blond hair and pulled her out of the carriage without a single second thought in mind.

"You're that nurse-Tsunade-" He said to her.

"-And your that bastard-Pein"

He laughed, no much worse, crackle and sizzle almost evilly. "Hn, that's right. And guess what?"

"What?"

He threw her against the tree.

Tsunade groaned in displeasure, her vision blurred and she swore her back just broke. "Wait, if you're going to kill me," she said, shakily taking out a piece of paper, "…Put this next to the child" As soon as she got up though, Pein knocked her unconscious. He picked up the piece of paper and sneered at it.

Pein didn't kill the nurse, but rendered her unconscious for a few hours-if that. He had to hurry and get rid of the kid, take back the stupid nurse and somehow make her believe that this was all a wild dream.

Oh, great.

Jiraiya has never seen a storm, like this one, since he was merely a child. It was as though each rain drop was a tear, mourning for something precious. It was strong, dark and sad to say the least. Few people would be seen today and knowing that, it would be useless to stay outside in this weather. In other words, it was suicide.

There was a short cut near the bank of the river and he decided to cross it, knowing it would lead him into the woods and then to his small hut. He hated going through the woods though- it was a dangerous but short way to go home.

The cry of a child

Jiraiya looked around, thinking it was probably his imagination.

The child cries louder

Jiraiya was now sure there was something in the woods. Could someone be stuck with children in the woods? He wondered. If that was the case-than he would hurry and try to get them out.

He almost gave up, when after a few minutes he saw something…something very disturbing indeed. There, almost on the brick of the river rested a tiny bundle, crying.

Getting off the horse, he ran toward the child unaware and uncaring of how slippery the mud seemed to be.

"Mother of Christ, what do we have here?" He said, taking the child in his hands. The baby, whose eye seemed to be as blue as the ocean, looked up at Jiraiya with almost sad and hungry-starved eyes. Jiraiya smiled and went back to his carriage, cooing and lulling the baby back to sleep in a sweet rocking motion.

Jiraiya ran inside the hut. As soon as he entered though, children, who were silently eating, scurried over to him, hugging and kissing him one the cheeks. "Jiraiya, what do you have?" A boy, with wild untamed brown hair, -and no older than 3 years old- asked.

Jiraiya grinned and turned the baby so that everyone could see the face, "Meet your new baby brother." The baby looked around, looking rather confused and tired and then fell back asleep.

The kids cheered, and asked many questions. One of them being what was the baby's name, which was only answered by shrug and a "No idea," from Jiraiya.

Feeling the baby was no easy task, Jiraiya soon found out. The baby would not eat anything and was glad when one of the women offered to breastfeed the child. At first, Jiraiya was a little concerned. He wasn't too keen of the idea of letting another woman breastfeed a child that wasn't hers, but those thoughts subsided as the child cried in hunger.

"Jiraiya," the woman who was currently breastfeeding the child started, "I found a piece of paper folded neatly inside one of the baby's rags." She hesitated before saying, "I haven't read it and it might be a clue about this child's parents."

Jiraiya smiled before taking the note and saying goodnight to the young lady, who he noticed was tired and sleepy. "Um, you seem tired. You should go to sleep… I'll handle the child."

She smiled, thanking him as she walked away.

This resulted in leaving Jiraiya alone, with an infant, a note and a single candle that lighted the small room.

He looked at the baby soft features and smiled.

"Well, I guess it's you and me sport." He said, taking out the note and opening it carefully with his one free arm.

If you find this child alive, name him Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto. Keep him a secret for his sake.

TBC…

I know you have so many questions unanswered but some questions will be answered later on. Please tell me what you think and be honest-should I continue? Sorry for the spelling mistakes!

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