A/N: Jeez, I'm really despressed about what's happened in Las Vegas. Wow. I don't even have words. I'll be keeping them in my prayers. What kind of man guns down people at a concert only to take his own life before he can be caught? A coward, that's what! Aaaaaarrrrrgh, I'm so pissed right now! Violence has never been, and never will be the way to do things! If someone has a problem with another, then they should TALK about it, not go batshit crazy and start shooting! It seems like every day I wake up and hear of some terrible incident somewhere in the world and it breaks my heart. Truly, it does. Its almost enough to make a man loose hope in this day and age. Can't we all just get along? Apparently not!

That's precisely what's wrong with the world these days!

Alright, alright, I'm getting off on a tangent here.

Anyhow, surprise! I'm back! LONG LIVE THE REQUEST YEARS!

Also, to Robdor Peltan, that wasn't very nice. Since you seem intent on blocking me, I've done the same to you.

Anywho Been browsing through the NarutoxDigimon crossovers...and to be frank, I'm a little surprised. We've got some really high quality fics out there! Downright inspiring, really. Several of them really piqued my interest so, when this request came down the pipeline, I just had to do it.

This chapter starts off dark mind you, but by the end, there's a ray of hope, in typical Digimon fashion.

Bear in mind this is only the beginning, setting the stage, as it were.

Now...

...onward!

"Well, that's not fair at all."

~?.

Prologue

Why?

I am told it was one of my very first words.

The questions didn't come until later; much later indeed.

Why am I different? Why am I alone? Why don't I look like the others? Why are they afraid of me? Why do they throw things at me? Why do they hurt me? Why doesn't anyone love me? Why are they always whispering? What did I do wrong? What's a monster? Am I a monster? Why am I a monster? Is it my fault? Or theirs? Am I not good enough? Why won't they acknowledge me? How can I make them see me? Should I hate them? Do they hate me? Do they hate her? How do I make it stop? Why is this happening to me? Why won't it stop?

Why?!

Shove all these thoughts into a young boy's brain and you have a recipe for disaster. They say love cannot truly flourish without adversity, but too much and the heart dies. Withers. Like a flower choked out by weeds. To be loved is a beautiful thing, but lets face it; if the entire world stood against you from the moment you entered into it, would you really want save it from disaster? To be acknowledged by all those you hated? Would you grab a torch and set it on fire? Or would you just walk away from it all and watch everything burn? Let's be honest. Did you really expect a twelve year old to make a rational decision?

If so, dear reader, this story likely isn't for you.

This story isn't about rationality; I could be the hero or the villain, depending on whom you ask.

But if you enjoy a good laugh, if you revel in seeing pretentious idiots uprooted, the whole world-worlds-turned on their heads and expect the unexpected then by all means continue. Read my journal and learn from my mistakes. If you're reading this, I'm probably long dead anyway, so I'm sure my ghost won't mind you flipping through a few dusty pages. Is there an afterlife in this world for people like me, or does it apply exclusively to that world? Hmm. Really doesn't matter. Then again, you might be trespassing, in which case I'm not dead and you're about to die.

Meh, semantics.

Looking back on it all I wonder where I went wrong.

Did I make the wrong choice?

Some days, feels like I did. Then there are times when I'm wracked with guilt. I broke many hearts and I don't think I'll ever live it down. My hardest choice is yet to come. I wonder, if someone had extended their hand to me during back then, before all of this, would I have become someone else? Would it all turn out different? Perhaps. By a twist of fate, I may not have found this place. If someone-anyone!-had shown me the tiniest bit of kindness beforehand, would I have let that world burn, or would I save the other? Vice-versa? I suppose it doesn't matter now. They're coming for me, hunting me, and I have to prepare. I've gathered all my allies as best I can and, win or lose, I pen this final entry-the story of my life-in the slim hope that someone might understand. That something might be left.

How to explain?

Well...I'd have to start from the beginning.

You'd have to venture back to the day where it all began.

The day I failed.

The day I gave up hope.

The day I abandoned my dream.

The day I met someone who understood me.

The day the earth opened beneath my feet and I fell into another world.

A/N: *Burns from embarrassment* Kami alive this was HARD to write! My ears are burning bright right now and I'm pretty damn sure I've got one helluva headache! I've never written anything like this before! Expect the unexpected with this story, and feel free to suggest whatever you like! Naruto's going to have one hell of a wild ride, and that's assuming he ever makes it back to Konoha! Will he have a partner? A spirit? Both? Or will this take an entirely different route altogether...?

That, my dear readers, is for you decide! I humbly welcome any and all opinions and suggestions!

A word of warning to the wise, this story may venture into the realm of high T or M later on!

If anyone caught the TFS reference at the very end, good for you! =D

So, in the immortal words of Altas...

...review, would you kindly?

And enjoy the preview! Here's a major hint!

(Preview)

"Who the heck are you?"

The boy dared to raise his gaze.

He found himself looking at a strange, dark, dog-like creature with bright eyes, lop ears and an equally odd ring circling its thin neck. It would've been downright cute if it wasn't growling at him-no, somehow it managed to make even that menacing gesture look adorable. In fact, he wouldn't even call it a dog, more of a puppy actually.

A puppy.

And it was speaking.

To him?!

"I could ask you the same question!"

"Huh?!" the little black creature growled, "Ya wanna fight?!"

"What?! No! How did you change?!"

"Ohhh, now I could get used to this! Go get 'em!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Stop! I think we can all agree mistakes were made...

"Yes." a glowing shadow fell over him, blotting out the sun. "And they were yours."

R&R! =D