Rewriting History
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter o2
Summary: Waking up during the Sengoku Jidai with no memories and the name of Kurama echoing in the back of his mind, Naruto must survive this strange world as well befriending two shinobi that are the beginning of everything. Time travel AU
Rate: T
May contain: Cursing, angst, and friendship, as well a wise and strong Naruto, some violence with minor bloodshed; you are warned.
Author's Note: Hello again! I am happy that you guys are giving this story a chance, anyways, thank you once for following and adding to your favorites, I do hope I do not disappoint you in the future chapters! Also, I am so going to screw the canon plot, so you are warned (again).
Reviews: twinnovation: Thank you for your lovely review, here is the next chapter. I hope you like it and I hope it's better than chapter one!
izzyrawr: Hi there, thank you for reviewing! I will answer some of your question but not all! Most will be revealed in the future chapters…I think if not, just simply ask again hehe. Okay, yes, there is an actual reason for his hair being red and it will be revealed later on.
Is Kurama in his belly, hehe that is a secret, shh…but yes, his instincts will allow him to fight, he just doesn't remember, only muscle memory!
Well, I am glad I decided to have no pairings of sorts in this story, I am only trying to focus on Naruto surviving and his blooming friendship with the two founders of Konaha. So for any pairings, I have not thought about it and I don't know if I want to add pairings besides the canon pairings – which also is undecided if I want to add them yet but for him, as in Naruto himself…I just don't know yet. Maybe you guys can help me decide with that.
Madara and Hashirama are two years older than Naruto, so they would be around the age of 9 while he is 6 to 7 years old. About him remembering, let's leave that for you to read on~ and for him getting confused as for an Uzumaki, that question will be answered in this chapter actually!
And for Kurama remembering, hehe, I am just going to leave you guessing there as well. I am happy that you decided to take a chance with this story and I hope not to disappoint you in the future chapters. I know, there aren't many fics about time-travel during this time, you have so many possibilities you can work from there. So I am going to give it my best even though I am not going to stick to the canon story. (: So please enjoy this chapter! (Hope it answers your question about the Uzumaki thing if not, just ask away.)
Rbooks: Hi…thank you for thinking this idea seems cool. As to how old he is between 6 or 7 but closely towards7 years old. Will he help Hashirama's brother, maybe…? Will he help Madara, most defiantly! I hope you have more questions and that this chapter answers some curious thoughts you may have, if not just ask away~.
acetwolf94: Thank you for loving! I Hope you enjoy this chapter even more! :D
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Small Information:
Naruto aka Kurama: Between 6 to 7 years old, but much closer to 7
Madara Uchiha: 9 years old
Hashirama Senju: 9 years old
"Kurama, do you know anything about chakra?" Hashirama asked, looking at the young redhead who was hanging upside a tree branch and looking at himself in fascination.
"Hmm…chakra? Yeah, chakra is the molding of the physical energy that is present in every cell of the body and the spiritual energy that is gained from the mind." The boy said, distracted.
Madara and Hashirama looked at each other and then at Kurama once more. It was very clear that the boy had prefect chakra control, especially with his level of chakra. Not only was it large for his age, it was slightly larger than theirs – which both have been trained since they could walk and even then, they still had some trouble controlling their own chakra to be able to easily walk up a tree with ease.
"It seems like you have no problem walking up a tree." Madara stated, his eyes narrowed slightly as he watches Kurama move around the branch, his eyes still shining in fascination. 'Was the kid being for real? He does not remember anything about who he is but he has large reserves and prefect control, he must be a shinobi.'
It really irked Madara, but he could see familiar traits that reminded him too much of a certain clan…'He couldn't possibly be…'
Hashirama bit his lip and continued to study a now very happy redhead who was sitting upside down, smiling at the two elders. If they hadn't explained what they were doing before he came, if they hadn't shown him, then the feeling that he felt about the kid being a shinobi wouldn't have been made clear. Sighing in defeat. He glanced next to him and watched a deep frown on Madara's face before glancing back at the happy redhead. If Kurama had yet to remember anything about who he is but his body remembered simple steps of chakra control, it only meant that at this young age, he must have been trained to be a shinobi, especially when he was perfectly capable of controlling his chakra to sit upside down from the branch with no sweat.
'He just has to be from that clan. Who else would have large chakra reserves, red hair, more than enough energy to be bouncing up and down even after wasting chakra, and having fast healing abilities.' Hashirama thought. 'The only thing that is missing is the knowledge of Fūinjutsu.'
"Hey guys, are you alright?"
Blinking, both males screamed loudly before hitting the young redhead on the head and face.
"OW!" Kurama screamed, rolling on the floor while holding his head.
"IDIOT!" Madara screamed, pointing at the boy on the floor.
"KURAMA DON'T DO THAT!" Hashirama whined.
Pouting, Kurama sat upright and crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from the two weary boys. "S'not my fault that you aren't paying attention." He mutters to himself.
But the two were still shaken from the sudden appearance of the boy. Not only had they been lost in thoughts, they were surprised by how quiet the small boy moved from the tree and up to them.
"Sorry about that Kurama, but you shouldn't surprise anyone by popping out of nowhere." Hashirama explained, trying not to calm down a pouting boy.
"Tch, he shouldn't be scaring anyone or he can die by doing that sort of stunt." Madara replied but his eyes the boy. "Anyways, what did you want our attention for?"
Kurama's eyes shined happily and it incident now forgotten. Clasping his hands together, the boys could note that the sleeves were a bit big on him. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over my house!" He said happily.
Madara and Hashirama blinked twice, "Your house?" Hashirama asked. Kurama nodded his head.
"Yeah, the place I am living in, since…ya know, I can't really remember who I am and stuff." Kurama sheepishly stated.
Madara raised an eyebrow, "You mean the place your gut told you to go?"
"Hmm." Kurama hummed nodding his head.
Shrugging his shoulders, Madara glanced at the Hashirama who seemed lost in thought. "Maybe next time, alright?" He stated. Though the Uchiha was secretly curious where the younger boy lived, he still had to trust his instincts. He had befriended not only two ninjas from other clans, also he still had to be aware that there are other shinobi out there still at war and he couldn't risk dying unprepared.
"Yeah, next time could work." Hashirama nodded his head, finally coming to a conclusion.
This made the boy smile big, "Yatta!" He yelled, hugging both boys.
"Ah! Kurama!" Hashirama yelled.
"KURAMA GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Madara yelled, pulling the red hair, which strangely enough, was really soft.
It was later on, the lonely nights that Kurama would curl himself up. Hiding his small body in varying pillows. It was these types of nights where no animal was heard from the outside of the tree and not even the wind would dare make a noise.
These types of nights that Kurama would hear the echoes of screams ringing in his head. The heavy feeling in his chest building up as he watch in his dream fire burning everything to the ground.
When you remember…you will know where to find me.
The same gruff voice would repeat in his head, keeping the redhead up, producing many unanswered questions and sleepless nights.
Allowing a loud yawn, Kurama rubbed his eyes as he sat down in front of his table, grabbing the left over rice balls he had created the night before and ate them at a slow pace. His mind continued to wander back the repeated words, finding nothing that could possibly help him figure out who was speaking to him besides red slit eyes staring down at him.
In a sluggish manner, Kurama readied himself to leave the protection of the tree house, which he had found out that only those with special nature chakra are able to enter the house, as well those who have a certain seal on them would allow them to enter. It made Kurama happy, and soon began his practice on Fūinjutsu, which surprised him that it came so natural for him when he started practicing seals – even if it meant most of them exploded in his face.
As he closed the small bag he carried, along with his katana, he bit his finger and slide the seal down with his blood, allowing for the seal to glow and slowly fade once more into the bark of the tree before walking out of the protective barrier and into the wild life of the forest.
In his still tired state, Kurama forgot to cover his tracks and as well cover his chakra like Madara and Hashirama had rethought him, seeing as the boy already seemed know how to do in the end. His senses were dull and the lack of sleep that the young boy had been deprived slowly was getting to him. Kurama knew that it was healthy and he would soon have to wait to the river bank to meet the other two before he could even bother with taking a nap.
"Ha-ha, look what we got here." An eerie voice jumped in front of the small redhead.
"Hmm, seems like we have an Uzumaki brat here." Another voice spoke, standing beside the male. Both males looked in their early twenties, dressed in shinobi attire and headband covering their forehead, which held their clan crest.
Kurama became tense and eyed the males in front of him, the hair in the back of his neck stood up and his hand twitched but stayed in silence.
"Looks like the lil girl isn't saying anything." The first male sniggered.
The second male chuckled, "Well, if the doll isn't going to speak, maybe we should make her scream." He said in a lecherous tone, making the small redhead shiver in disgust.
"Aw, look, she is shivering."
"Shut up!" Kurama muttered, eyeing his surroundings, forming a plan.
"Hm, she has spoken."
One whispered, coming forward.
Kurama took a step back, his red eyes glared at the male. "I'm a boy." He hissed, showing his sharp canine teeth, allowing a small growl. The two adults only smirked and their lustful eyes eyed the boy as they stepped forward.
Taking another step back, Kurama hand went straight to the hilt of his katana, allowing his knees to bend as he stared at the males who took out their own sets of weapons.
Breathing in slowly, Kurama stared at the two males, everything seemed to stop. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gripped the hilt tightly before unsheathing the sword and blocked two kunai coming towards him before running up to the two males and slashing the sword horizontal. Only to clash with a dagger being held by the first one. Pushing forwards, he jumped backwards, avoiding a punch in the face.
Breath…relax…let your instincts take control…
Kurama blinked once, before allowing his body to go on autopilot at the familiar voice. His mind becomes blank. Allowing his body to relax, he his grip on the hilt relaxed. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and exhaled.
Both males took the opportunity to attack Kurama, one running forwards, dagger in hand while the other one jumped up the tree before jumping above the small redhead.
Opening his eyes, Kurama's red eyes were slit and whiskers soon appeared on his face, decorating his cheeks. "You are messing with the wrong person." He whispered.
Before disappearing from the sight of the two shinobi.
"GYAA!" The male that was heading towards him was impaled by the katana. Blood splattering from his chest as the blood covered metal was removed slowly from the male and the small boy stared at the male with no emotions.
Cursing, the male that had attached himself once more to a tree branch stared at the drench boy that stood in front of his clansman, who continued to bleed even after he had died by the sword straight to his heart.
Kurama raised his gaze to meet the second stranger.
Swallowing, the male watched the smaller boy stare at him with those red slit eyes, shivering at the emotionless face before screaming in terror of the deadly chakra that leaked out of the small body.
The air seemed tense, too tense for Madara's liking, but he knew a battle had happened not too long ago. A very deadly battle.
Surpassing his chakra, he continues to make his way to the river bank, where he found Hashirama standing several feet away from Kurama.
His eyes stayed on the redhead, who was curled up next to the river. His small form was breathing slowly, looking fast asleep.
"I think something is wrong with him." Hashirama whispered harshly next to Madara, who has made his way towards his friend.
"Why do you say that?" he asked. Yes, it seemed something was wrong, but he couldn't point out what exactly it was. The boy next to him frowned and shrugged his shoulders before deciding to make his way to the younger boy.
Following the same movements, he sat next to Kurama's head while Hashirama sat near his feet. Both males sat in silence, watching the river.
"We know you're awake." Madara finally broke the silence.
Kurama opens an eye, tilting his head upwards to look at Madara's face, who seemed concentrated on the river than him before moving his gaze towards Hashirama, who looked at Kurama with a soft smile.
Biting his bottom lip, the redhead sluggishly moved to sit up before breaking into a long yawn. "Kurama, have you not been sleeping well?" Hashirama asked. His voice was filled with concern as he looked at the younger boy.
Humming, Kurama nodded his head while he rubbed his eyes and allowing another yawn to leave his lips. Madara stared at the boy, his face had become paler and the bottom of his eyes had darken and the forming of bags under his eyes started to show.
"Is that blood?" He asked.
Kurama's gazed down at his hands, blinking. His eyes dulled of life stared at them before Hashirama snapped the young boy out of his thoughts. "Kurama, are you alright?"
"I… I don't know…" The small boy whispered. "I think… I was attacked." He stated, looking at Hashirama before breaking into tears, his body trembling like a leaf. Madara didn't like the fact that the younger boy was having an emotional breakdown. His father had constantly drilled any sorts of emotions to be thrown away, but seeing the redhead, a young boy – which most likely is two years younger than himself, crying his eyes out with the possibility that he had killed to stay alive and it must have frightened him.
"Kurama." Hashirama whispered. Hugging the smaller boy, being reminded that this could happen to his much younger brother. Breaking down after his first kill once the adrenaline was gone from his system. But then again, Kurama has no one, like he and Madara. They had a clan, Kurama didn't, well, not that he could remember, but the resemblance was there, so he could probably still have some hope but they were sure.
Madara didn't know how to stomach the boy crying so all he did was laying his hand on Kurama's head, allowing his fingers rub softly on the scalp.
Kurama was scared, scared of what had possessed his body and killed two adult shinobi without hesitating. It scared him even more that they both knew that he killed yet they didn't say anything about it. It worried him so much that he thought he would lose the only two friends that had become his anchor of happiness.
Hiccuping, he held onto Hashirama tightly. Burying his face into the older boy's chest. The scent of earth calms his heightened nerves and dulled his senses as he slowly got into a dull sleep. The two older boys didn't say anything, they just enjoyed the peaceful silence as the watch the younger boy fall into a slumber.
Kurama may have been trained to be shinobi, but he was still a child. A lost child with nobody besides the two of them. He didn't remember who he was or where he came from. All they two boys knew is that they found him, injured and alone near the river bank.
He was still innocent and naïve to this world and both Madara and Hashirama didn't like the idea of destroying that warm innocence that he radiated when he smiled at them.
Arthor's Note:Here is the second chapter! A little bit of angst and some violence for Kurama aka Naruto, but it's needed to help the bond between the three of them to grow stronger. Now if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate and ask! Reviews are wonderful to read so please send me some love! Um...I hope you enjoy the chapter and that it answered some questions if not, just wait a little bit longer if not PM me. Hmm, I think that is all, so bye!