Author's note: Having lost all of his hope Naruto attempts to transfer his memories to his younger counterpart in hope that he will be able to prevent what happened to him. Unfortunately reality is not so easy, and things never quite go as expected. PowerNaru story, but I hope to make it a serious one.

Warnings probably in order, but not yet…

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… bla, bla… this is a non-profit work… bla, bla… you get the drill, don't you?

Prologue

The strange humming sounds went on for long minutes, but the young men didn't mind. He was meditating. He needed to focus his entire mind on the task at hand. There was no place for mistakes. There was no second chance. He already made all the mistakes he could, when he let die all of the people he ever cared for. Now he was alone, with no one to back him up, and but one single task to accomplish, before he abandoned all the hope he still had, however little it was.

The words of the Great Toad Sage were still embodied deep in his mind. Time never stops, going in the ever-changing loop. There is no way to stop it, and no way to change it. What once was will happen again, and again, similar, but not quite the same. Remember young one, what mistakes was made by the older generation, may be repaired, but those who follow. It is like a spiral, or a whirlpool.

The irony of it was that the words that once reinforced his hope, now made him throw it away. But there was an even greater irony, as the very abandonment of hope became the source of hope in itself. As fragile as it was.

"It's done" the deep voice finally stated.

"I'm ready" came his reply.

"Are you sure about that? You should know the consequences."

The blond man then raised his head, staring into the eyes of the giant toad. For a moment that seemed to take eternity he remained silent, but once he spoke, his voice was firm.

"I made my mind long time ago. There is no more turning back," he stated with a grim smile.

"Then let the link be established" announced the Toad Sage, touching the open scroll in front of him with his finger. Where once was a blank space in the composition, appeared a sing for Fate. The link was there.

Naruto stared at it for a long while. It was now complete. The seal he worked on for past weeks was now finally completed with this last, seemingly insignificant sign. It was but an illusion. The seal inscribed on the scroll had now the power to establish the conection throughout time and begin the transfer. Now he only needed to bond the seal to himself, for it to activate. The drawback was, that along with the memories his very vital force will be sent along with memories, weakening him gradually, to ultimately kill him in the end.

Well, bugger. Here goes nothing.

He formed the seals and after a moment of hesitation placed his hand on the only black space left on the scroll. The seal moved as if finally gaining a life of its own and made its way up his arm gradually making its way toward his chest. Along came pain, far greater than he would expect.

A cry of agony left his mouth and run through the skies.

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The blond boy suddenly sat on his bad, shouting. He looked around just to find himself in the safety of his own apartment. Drenched in cold sweat he took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. It must have been one really nasty nightmare. It was hardly anything unusual for him. He hadn't many dreams he could honestly call pleasant.

The strange part was that he could by no means recall what exactly was the nightmare about. They usually left a vivid memory of themselves, refusing to go away. He abandoned the strange thoughts out of his mind, and buried himself in his futon once again. It was the middle of the night, and if he could go back to sleep without trouble, he was more than willing to do just that. Moments later he was sound asleep, entranced in another strange dream, one that was to leave a most distinct memory.

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Naruto slowly rose up to his feet, his legs still shaking a little bit. The right sleeve of his coat hang loosly, moved only by the gentle breeze. He took a deep breath, and looked into the sky. It was strange. He expected he would feel something once it was done. But he didn't. He couldn't even find it in himself to care. It has started.

"Thank you, Honorable Sage" he said with a deep bow. And with that he walked away. There was nothing else to discuss at this point, and above all there was no time to lose. He could almost feel his energy drained from within himself, even though the process was much too slow for it to be possible. It happened. There was only one thing left to be done. He had to go and make his last stand against Madara. He had no hope of defeating the men. That much was certain, but maybe, just maybe the memories of this last fight will help his younger self to find a way out of this, to somehow stop the bastard from turning entire world into his private puppet show.

He gathered his equipment getting ready for the last battle. Yet he was calm. He was so calm it seemed unreal, like it was all happening to some other person, and didn't concern him at all. Then again, maybe that was the case. That was the whole meaning behind the seal. To transfer all he knew to his younger counterpart, so that armed with the knowlagde of the future he could somehow prevent it. It was no longer in his hands to save the world. As far as he was concerned the world met its end long time ago, along with the destruction of Konoha. Uzumaki Naruto died that very day. The man that now stood here was nothing more than an empty shell. A phantom…

"Are you ready?" Gamakichi's voice came from behind his back.

"Hell yeah!" he said with a grin on his face, finding some dark humor in all of this. After all how many man had a chance to die twice?

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The young boy screamed with agony, dropping to his knees and grabbing his head with his hands in attempt to make it stop. But it didn't work. The images kept pouring into his mind, mingling into a chaotic torrent of colors and emotions threatening to break his mind apart. He cried begging for it to stop, begging for someone to help him. But the help didn't come. It seemed to continue for eternity, before he was finally embraced by darkness. His body inertly slumped down to the floor.

Later the boy would wake up, his head hurting like it was hit with a thousand hammers, the only recollection he would have being a strange dream in which a blond man sat opposite to a really huge frog…

I hope I managed to pick someone's interest. Excuse me for the langue, but English is not my native, I hope to improve as I go. Any feedback, comments, whatever, very much welcome.

Chapter one is being worked on. This is but a brief introduction.