Rewriting History
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter o4
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, friendship, as well a wise and strong Naruto; you are warned.
Author's Note: Sorry for the late update, please do enjoy!
Reviews: None today, I'm too tired, but I love to thank you for reviewing and I'm sorry for this pathetic late update. Please forgive, but I do hope you enjoy this chapter. Even though, I think it's too short...
Small Information:
Kurama: Between 6 to 7 years old, but much closer to 7
Madara Uchiha: 9 years old
Hashirama Senju: 9 years old
Izuna Uchiha: 7 years old
Tobirama Senju: 7 years old
Itama Senju: 6 years old
Kurama was panicking inwardly, trying to escape the five older shinobi that were trying to catch up with him. The only thing in his mind was run, run as fast as he could.
He was too small to fight all of them together, he was already low on chakra after his fight with some rouge shinobi.
Panting, Kurama looked around the forest. Taking off once more, hearing the footsteps coming in much closer, he ran.
And ran.
Till he reached a stop on a cliff.
Panting, he stared in horror. Nowhere else to run. No escape.
"Finally caught up to the brat."
"Give up kid, you are outnumbered."
"Looking at him, he's shaking."
He could hear their taunts, their own panting, and the thumping of their hearts. He smelled their lust and anger.
He felt boxed, panicking wasn't the best thing at the moment, but hell his body was trembling to do anything. Taking a look to the five older males, he could see their greedy face eyeing him up and down.
Shaking more, he gripped his katana tighter, closing his eyes. 'Jump.' The softly harsh words echoed in his mind. Startled, he took the small voice advice and jumped down the cliff.
Hearing the wind rush through his ear, Kurama held on tightly to his katana, against his chest and had sealed his eyes shut.
He wasn't sure what happen, but the feeling of the wind stopped and soft fur surrounded him. "Kit…it's been a long time since I last spoken to you." The rough voice said, but instead of inside his head. It echoed loud and clear.
Cracking his eye open, he came face to face with big slit red eyes staring down at him, orange fur surrounded his small body.
"Who are you?" Kurama asked, panicking that there was a large orange fox holding him, and TALKING to him.
"Huh, seems you don't remember…Kit, the name is Kurama, I can't believe you forgot my name." The fox said. Kurama blinked his eyes.
"But my name is Kurama…" He said.
The fox blinked his eyes and stared down at the redhead brat, looking almost like his mother, except, the red eyes that blinked right back at him were his.
'Huh, so my chakra mixed in with his.' the fox thought, staring down at the boy. "You're exhausted, sleep kit." He stated.
"How can I trust you? Everywhere I turn, someone wants to kill me." The boy stubbornly said, refusing the tired state he was in.
Kurama laughed, "I'll eventually help your loss of memory, but right now I want you to trust me. Go to sleep kit."
Biting his bottom lip, the boy nodded his head, curling up in the fur, which seemed to be the fox's hand. Feeling the chakra around him, he knew it was familiar and something he trusted.
The air smelled of burnt flesh. No longer was the ground visible, filled with human body parts and pools of blood.
The blue sky was no more, instead, a blood red sky, covered with heavy black smoke.
He wailed, holding closed to the brown haired boy with the blue scarf. Holding him tightly against his chest, ignoring the sympathetic eyes.
Burying his face in the dried up blood of the young boy, he cried and cried. His tears could not be stopped. Not even by his closest friends.
The boy, his brother, everything but blood, was dead. He couldn't save him. Couldn't protect him.
After the village fell, after the Fire Country fell. His friends all scattered around the country, trying to salvage everything they could.
"…We need to bury him." The soft voice told him. The familiar of a female, who was she? The pink haired kunoichi star at him with tearful green eyes.
Blood covering the white medic attire.
"Y-yeah." He said brokenly, cradling the dead body. "Yeah, Konohamaru needs to rest."
But wasn't it for the best? Best for the younger children to die instead of watching their world or peace slowly die in the hands of the enemy? Better then starving, than being homeless, watching their parents and their loved ones die?
Konoharmaru would no longer suffer that, but he would never smile anymore, or speak to him about his wishes about fighting back and getting their peace. He would never taste the salty taste of the broth of ramen they could scavenge.
"You're a Senju…I wish it had been different." Madara spoke, his voice was no longer that friendly, but the lacked of emotion was heard. "My brothers were killed by the Senju."
That made Hashirama worry, he stared at the back of the person he thought understood his ideas, the idea of peace. Somehow, he wished this didn't happen.
"Next time we'll meet on the battlefield." Madara continued, "Senju Hashirama."
"That's why, there is no need for us to be spilling our guts here." No, this was wrong, but the next words made Hashirama filled a deep feeling that churned his stomach, made his chest ache and his breath stuck in his throat.
"I am Uchiha Madara." The black haired boy said, turning to face him with the awaken sharingan. That was the mark of a friendship now erased, an enemy was what stood in front of him.
A person that would fight with everything he got against him.
And he could do nothing to stop it.
Like he couldn't stop his brother from going to the frontlines and dying by the hands of a group of Uchiha.
And watching his own father and brother with raised weapons, he knew he couldn't do anything about the situations. But the looks Madara's brother and father gave him for awakening the sharingan, he knew hope was all lost.
However, it had dawn to him.
The young redhead had not been seen for weeks now.
Kurama hadn't showed up like promised and he never broken his promises with them. Now what would he say to this? He would cry about them being pathetic and try doing something to stop this. To stop the friendship they had built from being destroyed.
But, was he even alive?
He didn't know who he was, no clansman to claim family. Only he had was them, but now, he wouldn't have either of them because after this.
He would be watched and trained to be able to fight against Madara.
Oh how much he hated fate right now.
He lost a friend and he didn't know if Kurama was still alive.