To those of you who read the original version of this fic, feel free to skip this warning. Basically, this fic is gonna have some gross stuff (no lemons tho). Don't like gross stuff? I recommend you leave. Otherwise, read on, and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Sonic and Naruto belong to their respective owners. Not gonna repeat this, by the way.

"Here I come. . ."

(Naruto "Knuckles" Uzumaki-Namikaze had been born on a fateful night.

The night of the kyuubi attack was a quiet one. Fair weather, along with a clear sky led to a productive day for most of the village. This, of course, led to a quiet night, or as quiet as a night in a major hidden village can get. Konoha, or the Village Hidden in the Leaves, was a peaceful, if not necessarily stagnant, village. So naturally, the kyuubi attacking caught almost everyone off guard, especially since the hokage was dealing with something . . . personal.

Namely, the birth of his children.

In another 'verse, Kushina Uzumaki would have the kyuubi extracted while giving birth, would only give birth to one child, and would die along with her husband, Minato Namikaze, sealing the kyuubi away into said child. This time, however, Minato had the foresight to prepare for the worst scenario: that the kyuubi got loose. Even if he was ignorant as to how such a thing might happen, he had set seals accordingly. Kushina was not so prepared, fainting during child birth, but thanks to her Uzumaki blood, sheer luck, and stubborn willpower, she successfully survived not only giving birth to three children (Naruto, the firstborn, and Eriko and Menna, the twins), but having the kyuubi released.

Minato, however, sacrificed his life to split the kyuubi into three pieces: Yin, Yang, and Soul. Using the Shiki Fuuin, he sealed one each into each of his children.

Yin for Menna

Yang for Eriko

And heart and soul for Naruto.

The only thing Kushina remembers after child birth is her three children.

As such, no one knows for sure how the kyuubi got lose, though there are rumors of a certain masked Uchiha . . .)

Break? I think so. Five year time skip!

"C'mon Naruto-nii, Menna-chans already up, and Mom's made breakfast!"

For what felt like the sixth-hundredth time, Naruto wondered how anyone could be louder than his mother. She was called the Red-hot Habanero, for Pete's sake! Than he remembered that Eriko was always a "Mommy's girl", and as such, had received "Personal training" on the subject of being a walking, talking earthquake. Unfortunately for Naruto and Menna, his other, less obnoxious, sister.

"Hai, hai. Did she make more ramen?" He hollered back, keeping the "again" to himself. Pulling the blanket off of himself, and getting up from his futon, he decided to head to the bathroom first. Man, but having a futon is convenient. Make's collapsing onto the floor after training comfortable.

"Of course she did, ramen's the food of the gods!" His "dearest" little sister hollered back, completely missing that the hope in his voice was not, in fact, hope for more ramen, but for less. At least it has a lot of calories, I guess. Even if it is a little gross.

"Would you two quit yelling at each other and sit down and eat?!" For the hundredth time, Naruto wondered if his mother would win in a screaming match with those weird flower girls. She probably would. Years of experience yelling at her own children probably did wonders for her volume.

Then again, those flower girls were loud. He only needed to accidentally fall on their flowers once to learn that.

Plants are cool and all, but a little bit of damage would give them character. Show their strength, and age.

At this point, he had made it to the upstairs bathroom, hoping against hope to finish up before his mother yelled at him again.

(Naruto was odd, for his age at least. Red hair, slightly angular face, deep blue eyes with slitted pupils, tall and lanky, with an orange and red tie dye shirt with a green Uzumaki swirl on the back, and black pajama bottoms with red splotches. Combine it with his messy, pointy hair, and he looked like a wannabe Uzumaki punk, straight outta bed, with just a hint of something more feral, like an Inuzuka.)

After using the bathroom, he quickly made my way downstairs, and proceeded to seat himself at the table.

"Usually, you are awake far before me, Onii-san, any particular reason why you woke up so late?" Queried Menna, with a hopeful look on her face. Weird.

"I was up late training again, Menna. What else would I have been doing?" He replied

As she looked at her lap and blushed, stammering her little heart out, he remembered. It was the quiet ones you had to look out for.

"No Menna, I wasn't up late masturbating." I told her.

"Naruto!" Shouted both Kushina and Eriko.

"What?" He asked, as his families faces went nuclear. Bunch'a weirdos.

(Growing up in a female household with a higher regard for training than social norms, Naruto failed to develop some semblance of social decorum. This means he tends to say what he thinks, damn the consequences.)

As he looked on, he saw that, even though she was blushing fiercely, Menna still managed looked disappointed, as she did every time he said he wasn't doing something besides training.

The quiet ones. Truly, they were terrifying.

(Naruto's sisters were not considered twins for nothing. Both had blonde hair [Eriko kept hers in twintails and Menna let her's down] though Menna had red highlights. Their bodies were identical, right down to both having whisker marks on each cheek.)

Ignoring Eriko and Kushina attempting to reign themselves in after Naruto's "outburst", he looked down at the table, where he once again met his old foe.

Ramen.

Remember Naruto, Ramen has a lot of calories to go along with the fat, and the weird texture, and weird taste, and weird smell, and-

Suffice to say, his attempted self-encouragements went on for a while.

Ramen was, above even training, the reason Naruto got up early. So that he could could something better. Or go shopping for ingredients before his family awoke.

Years of living with a household that loved ramen almost as much as they loved their own family prompted Naruto to learn how to cook at a young age. He wouldn't win any awards, but at least his food was healthy and fairly tasty.

He really failed to understand how the rest of his family thought living on ramen was healthy.

In the end, he finally gathered the courage to dig in.

Suffice to say, he did his best to make sure the food skipped his taste buds and went straight to his stomach.

And so, breakfast continued. Kushina and Eriko talking about the training regimen with Menna listening quietly, while Naruto sat, thinking of his own regimen. After all, Kushina refused to train him (1). It was one of the few points of tension between him and the rest of the family. Though, Naruto couldn't think of his mother too badly. After all, he couldn't properly mold chakra. The docs weren't sure what was wrong, as his chakra coils were perfectly healthy, robust even. Even Tsunade, one of the three legendary sannin and greatest medical ninja in the world, couldn't figure it out. He just wished his mom was up front with him about it. He knew that taijutsu was his only option, thanks to his abysmal kenjutsu and inability to mold chakra. It was why he trained so hard. He would prove his mom wrong. Show her that the Hokage was right to allow him to enroll in the ninja academy.

After breakfast was finished, he went up upstairs to clean up. He was gonna go look for a good training ground.

Another break? Yup.

Walking through Konoha was never the most . . . pleasant experience for young Naruto. Having the soul of the kyuubi (even if it was comatose) sealed inside you led to a lot of heated glares and misunderstandings from the civilian populace. Especially since that populace had been attacked by the kyuubi (even though the losses were minimal, at worst) only five years ago. That, however, didn't change the fact that Konoha was a beautiful village. At the time, that didn't mean much to him, obsessed with training as he was, but it meant walking through it was almost pleasant, if you ignored the looks. He wanted to make the most of the weather, and train to his fullest.

After all, in three days, it would be October 10th. The anniversary of the kyuubi's defeat.

(Naruto was never beat as a child. The civilians, while not informed about the intricacies of Fuuinjustu, were well informed of Kushina's nasty temper. And let it be said, the civilians of Konohagakure were god fearing folk. That didn't stop them from marking up prices, emotionally bullying him, giving him weird looks, and otherwise making his life hell. Not that Naruto ever noticed anything but the prices. Even as a child, he was quite conscious of his diet.)

As he was walking through town, he heard a commotion coming from a local bar. Normally, he ignored such things (always more training to do), but noise coming from a bar either meant partying or a fight. And he loved good old fashioned bar brawls. Peering in through the window, he wasn't disappointed.

"God dammit, Kimoto! You know I loved her!" Screamed a rather average looking dude. Brown hair, brown eyes, average figure, nothing you would look at twice, normally. This situation, however, wasn't normal. After all, everyone knew what the headband on his head signified.

"And she was the one who came to me, Kuri! You expect me to refuse a request from a beautiful woman?" Replied a Platinum-blonde haired man. Good figure, good face, but nothing extraordinary. A Yamanaka? Missing a headband though, pretty rare to see a non-ninja clansmen.

Naruto had an overt obsession with training. That included training his mind in all the intricacies of being a ninja. Including the ninja clans.

A spat over some bad romance, huh? Surprisingly uncommon in Konoha, though not unheard of.

Kuri, as his name was, threw the first punch. Though, Naruto was the only one unsurprised by the sound Kuri's fist made hitting his "friends'" jaw. The sound of breaking bones, specifically, Kimotos' jaw. For such a sloppy punch, it sure as hell did a lot of damage.

Considering Naruto was specializing in taijutsu, however, he didn't find it all that special.

Suffice to say, he got out of dodge pretty fast. He may be pretty strong, but didn't care to be questioned by the Uchiha Police when they got there. Those guys were mean, and kinda creepy.

(Speaking of the Uchiha, things were tense between them and the village, but better than they were mainstream. With Kushina as his advisor, The Third hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi (reinstated after Minato's death), had made great strides removing traitors from his midst. Though Danzo still eluded justice (as Hiruzen ignored him in favor of other pursuits, thinking of him as little more than a fanatic), Fugaku, and many of his supporters, had been arrested, with help from Itachi and Mikoto Uchiha. This, however, had the unfortunate side effect of ruining the Uchihas' reputation, and splitting them in half. Half who wanted peace within the village, and half who still wished to commit to a civil war. Sensing the fissure, the Hokage was quick to separate them. He brought the more peaceful side of the Uchihas back into the village proper, leaving the more violently inclined side to fester in the Uchiha district. However, while the Hokage hoped that would be enough, Danzo was pulling strings behind the scenes . . .)

And so, he headed onward, wandering through the village, still looking for an ideal place for training.

Only to stop when he heard a rather odd sound. Or in this case, voice.

"YOOOOUUUUTTTHHH!"

Suffice to say, he was scared out of my wits. So what would he do, but throw himself into the nearby bushes, and straight to the side of Maito Gai's training ground. There, he found something . . . Special.

"Push harder, Lee! You must stoke the flames of your inner YOUTH!" Screamed one Maito Gai, the then greatest Taijutsu master in Konoha.

"Of course, Gai-sensei! I will fan my flames of youth ever brighter!" Responded one Rock Lee, who was doing push-ups at an alarmingly fast pace.

Naruto was envious.

He didn't have such encouragement. No support. No teacher. Not even from his own family.

He was alone, and advancing far too slowly.

He didn't stand a chance against people like Lee.

So, he did what he did whenever he was feeling down.

He headed into the sewers.

Another break? You betcha.

Konoha was a big village.

Now, this may seem pretty obvious, being one of the great shinobi villages and all. What most people didn't know, however, was that Konoha may as well be supported by cheese, holes and all (2). Underneath its' streets, Konoha had a mass of tunnels, and no one, and I mean no one, knew them better than Naruto. Now you may wonder how the hell Konoha hadn't collapsed under its' own weight, and the answer was simple. Chakra. The tunnels were originally created not only as a sewer system, but as a shelter for civilians during times of war. Naruto first encountered them after falling into the sewer attempting to escape the ANBU in the aftermath of a prank gone wrong. Since then, he had explored and mapped out a fair amount of them, and done a fair amount of research. Suffice to say, he got a head start on his cartography. Heck, he had even set up a base camp.

Which is where he was heading to train.

It wasn't anything overly special. It was a circular room, with a cot (in case of emergencies), a fire pit, an ice box, and a cooking pot. His own little home away from home. It helped that it was spacious enough to train in, too. So there he was, so caught up in attempting to do push-ups as fast as Lee had been, that he missed the signs. The smell of nature, the out of place breeze, even the cracking sound the floor made.

Oh wait, looks like he caught on.

"No fucking way." This phrase summed up his thoughts entirely.

And so, he fell into the abyss.

This is the rewrite of the first chapter, let me know what you think.

(1) My new take on the neglect stereotype. Similar to Dead Man walking. A good read, if you don't mind dyslexic writers. Make sure to read V2 though, as V1 was taken over by someone else.

(2) Just like Paris. Seriously, its' underground looks like a honeycomb. Makes me glad I flunked french.