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I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY CHARACTERS OWNED BY Masashi Kishimoto.

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Prologue Part 1


I always considered myself normal but I think in the back of my mind I wasn't. My friends and I always joked how we were never normal but I don't think we really meant it. At least I don't think so; my memories are a bit fuzzy. I don't remember dying; it's a bit confusing and blurry. I don't remember myself either or my family. My family's faces are blank, I … I wish I could see them. Right now I'm scared; I want to see them or maybe feel their presence? Maybe. I know I died but I don't know what I looked like or how old I was. I'm depresses now; I don't know who I am anymore. I think I've been depressed before. Yes, yes I have. I feel it deep down inside me. It feels kind of like déjà vu. I don't think it's a good thing. Did I die from my depression? Did I ever complete the goals and dreams I had if I had any? This was so sad. I even felt pity for my self.

I've been like this for a while, floating as a spirit. I see something ahead of me now and it looks beautiful. I try to force myself towards it and it starts to feel warmer. I reach to touch even though I don't feel any arms on me. I open my eyes but I didn't think I closed them. I'm on the ground even though I don't see anything beneath me. I don't freak out because for some reason it feels natural. I prop myself up and look around. All there was surrounding me were different shades of black and grey and mist swirling around. "Hello?" I say softly. My throat was sore from misuse. I want someone to answer though; I've been alone to long. I shift my self to a kneeling position when I see legs in front of me. I follow them to a face of middle-aged man. I would've thought him young if I didn't see the start of wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead. He had pure white hair but I don't think it came from old age. His eyes were a beautiful dark gold that never seemed to end. He wore a light yellow kimono robe that had white bids fluttering about and I can swear that they moved.

"Hello." He said in a gentle voice that was the most pleasant thing I've heard.

"Hi" I whisper back meekly. He smiles at my response and reaches a hand toward me. "I…I'm lost." He chuckles a bit at the expression I make and waves his hand a bit.

"Well let me help you then." He whispers and I grab his hand. Instantly I feel safe.

"Let me lead you out of this depression."

"Depression?" I knew that word from somewhere.

"It is what you suffer of."

"I have had it before…?" I asked because I honestly didn't know.

"Yes. I have come to lead you out." And with that he pulled me up. He was tall and I was a bit shorter that him. I looked him in the eye expecting answers. Why was I here and who was I? And my family, I needed them too.

"Child, rest your mind. You will be answered." I looked at him in surprise. Were my thoughts projected? "You are simply easy to read my child." He spoke in a calm voice; a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I didn't blush for some reason but I felt embarrassed. I still stood strong though. I wanted answers and I was going to get them.

"Young one you are dead and I am sorry. I hate to see one so young to go." He said and I could hear the grief at the edges of his voice. I placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded reassuringly. He smiled and continued, "You have been chosen for an important task, one rarely handed out. When people come to us you are cleansed of all sins no matter how big or small and are shown what they have caused. It is a sad process but after we console them and say that they are fine. Many people have been cursed at or damned and that affects them in this healing process. In the end they become angels. Are you following?" he asks and I nod; I had no idea where this was going so I wanted him to get to a point. "You haven't gone through this process you have been…phased."

"Phased?" I questioned. It sounded weird like it didn't belong.

"Yes. It makes most memories fuzzy and blurred."

"I don't know who I am."

"Even that is phased. You are a clean slate."

"My family?" I asked sadly

"They are with you. In feeling though. All those memories have emotions behind them and you have them." I placed a hand over my heart as he said this. I smiled that was a nice thought.

"We can choose memories not to phase if they are important to your mission."

"My mission."

"Souls are rarely phased because it is cruel but it has to be done. When a soul is phased it is because of one thing. They are to be a guardian angel. No past may come into contact of their new future."

"Me?" I asked in disbelief. I couldn't be a guardian angel it seemed too surreal but the idea of helping someone achieve a better life. That made me happy.

"Yes, you. You are protecting one Uzumaki Naruto."

"Who?" I asked because the name sounded familiar.

"Just wait." He said in a mysterious fashion but before I could ask again I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. All things Naruto flew in front of my eyes. Clips, pictures, and writings flew past my eyes, all about Naruto. I then saw maps of the Elemental Nations, hierarchy maps, family trees, lists of clans, bloodlines, wars and events. Then biographies flew past my eyes of each person I would ever need to know about and ever type of justu. Ranging from Taijustu to Fuinjustu to Kenjustu. My head was the best mind out there by now in terms of regular standards and shinobi. Lastly there were the cause and affect maps. What the changes can do and if they can end in war or death. When it finally stopped I fell forward. It was a lot to process but the man caught me. He held me while he spoke "You will need to adjust. Relax it will be over." True to his word it did.

"I feel like I can see everything…" I whisper.

"I have no doubt about that. You were given a lot of information all at once. You will feel powerful right now. Like you are invincible."

"I do…" I whisper again. He chuckles.

"You have no chakra though." He says smugly. I push against him and stumble back.

"WHAT?"

"Yup. You're a guardian angel you have no need for it. You will be one of the strongest people of the world even without it."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why will I be the strongest person out there? What is the need?"

"You wouldn't need to be if your charge didn't encounter so many strong and dangerous people but he does and you need to guard him. It is in your job description." I smile at that. A guardian angel, it has a nice ring. I snap up when a sudden though strikes me. "Can I have a partner, someone to watch my back?" I question. I want a friend that will understand my position.

"I can extract someone from your past thoughts and imagination. He will not be an actual soul though."

"Will he become one?" the man pondered my question for a while before answering.

"Only time will tell." With that he waved his hand in a circular motion and mist started to gather. The mist took a form of a figure. Details getting added as time progressed. When the mist cleared I cloud see a man no, teenaged boy it front of me. He was pale and wearing a simple white yukata. When I looked down at myself I realized I wore the same thing. The boy had pale orange hair and dark purple eyes. His face was gentle but held amusement and mischievousness. He looked just like…"Bochi."