Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
"Why the hell you can't get this through your thick skull brat? You have to keep up discipline. We don't want a stampede here. You are always making some sort of mischief." The matrons' head was fuming at the end of the tirade. "Are you trying to ignore me? Very well a night without food will drive some sense home into you. Go to your bed no food for you tonight."
Naruto was shaken from his staring into space by a rough shove. He looked groggily at the face of thick set women. He had seen that face before, may be a long time ago. She was yelling something.
He was forced to climb a rickety set of stairs still in state of shock. Why the hell the stairs were made so damn high?
Being deposited somewhat roughly in corner drove some reason back into him. A felt a lumpy sort of threadbare mattress was thrown on some wooden thing. The air inside was stuffy and with a hint of bleach. Light was enough to make out that there were a series of cots everywhere three atop each.
He saw the back of the women who was yelling at him some time ago. His eyes narrowed as he took on his surroundings. He remembered this place alright. It was the orphanage he stayed in, till he was six. He jumped from his cot to properly survey everything and promptly started kissing the floor.
He shook his head to clear the cobwebs while getting on his feet. Everything was vividly clear as he remembered. This was his old orphanage. He had spent many nights staring at the same dank ceiling, hoping to become free of this place. He hated it with all the passions of a six-year-old. Funnily this was the place where he had started harboring the longings for friendship. Orphanages have one simple rule, either you are part of a group or distinct enough that others don't bother you. If you are neither of a former then you got bullied till you join a group and start tormenting others. Children could be surprisingly cruel when they desired and about orphanage staff turning blind eye towards anything Naruto related they were extra rough towards him. So in the nutshell Naruto never made any friends there.
What is this devilry? He distinctly remembered being near dead. At that time he was near 5'8 not this puny length. He could hear the rumblings of the children downstairs in the dining area. He tried to flare his chakra in attempt to disrupt any genjutsu but he failed even excess it.
He moved towards the sole window of the hall; to have a better view of his surroundings and after adjusting his footing to maintain balance. It was irksome to adjust to this adolescent body with his mature reflexes.
There was a glittering city below. Traffic was low owing to the evening time but he still could witness few people frolicking about. In the distance he could just make out the face of previous Hokages' on the mountain, and as he had suspected it had only four faces.
"So I am indeed in a genjutsu that causes to me to revisit my past and I am unable to access my chakra."
Naruto started analysing the situation by the facts available to him. First he was witnessing the thing from his past that he had surely lived. Second as the events were quite trivial in grand scheme of things he had never described this life to anybody. Third he is unable to access his chakra. Fourth his co-ordination has gone haywire.
From first two facts it could be concluded that the caster of genjutsu is using a passive form of genjutsu, which picks general things from the life of victim rather than active form in which caster decides that what to show the victim. Leading to conclusion that the caster was indeed very powerful as to extract memories buried this deeply. And Naruto knew only one man possible of doing this at this time. Third and fourth facts only confirmed the strength of the genjutsu cast to easily mimic the physical condition of his body at that time.
He came back to his cot and fell down promptly.
"This thing is weird, still it is good than the agonising pain I was experiencing during extraction of kyuubi. But Obito is a sick bastard. He must have devised some sick plot to torment me."
Naruto was brooding on the bed about the purpose of this plot when other children started coming back to their cots. He was taken aback by the general cheerfulness and spontaneity of the group. It was so long since he has witnessed such things. The things during shinobi war were morbid and listless.
He didn't know how long he was watching the children but came back to himself after a majority of them had fallen asleep. With nothing else to do he thought that he might as well start exploring the area he was in and maybe he will witness something which was planned for him, he never was one for patience and bidding ones' time.
Silently creeping back to the ground floor he reached the kitchen. Leading by his memory, he went out through the single window which was held closed by a brick.
The weather outside was chilly but not uncomfortable. The number of people on the street has become negligible. He started wondering aimlessly through the streets. Everything was as he remembered, before pain had flattened Konoha.
He passed through various streets, shops, clan areas and training fields. He purposely left behind Hokage office as he was unwilling to face any person from the past again. Try as he might he could not understand why the torment has not started yet. According to him enough time has passed for something to happen. May be Obito was trying to build melodrama. And why not! Now Obito had all the time in the world to twist the reality whichever way he liked.
"If nothing is going to happen I as well force him to do something."
Naruto saw someone practising some water ninjutsu in training area 4. Feeling rebellious he started walking toward her. She was trying to form floating water bullets or something similar based on the unfinished jutsu he saw.
"You are wasting your time trying to fool me. You should as well start with it."
The girl who turned back had an oval-shaped face with brown hairs with dark eyes, as he could make out in the moon's light. Coming to think of it didn't people saw a red moon in the tsukiyomi world? Whatever!
"And who would be you squirt?"
"Cut the crap! You should as well get over with." Naruto's voice that came out was high-pitched.
"You are one rude brat! Aren't you?" Yuna turned back to start practising again.
"And you are epitome of conceitedness and stupidity." Naruto promptly retorted.
"What did you called me?" This brat was surely getting on her nerves. She realised that he was that trouble child, whom everybody despised. She was agitated enough because she was unable to perform the jutsu, whatever the hell meant by "letting the chakra flow like water."
"So you have already detached so far from reality that you have lost your common vocabulary. Let me spell that for you S –T –U-I…." Suddenly Naruto was rocked by a straight punch to his guts and flew to the nearby tree. His head was hit against hard wood and then darkness descended.