Sometimes I get writers block so I just crossover my own worlds canon to see what happens. If you've read Deliverance, then this is my babies in some BWL's The Chaos Theory bullshit. Do I plan on continuing this? Not seriously. I haven't even gotten through more than five chapters for the Deliverance rewrite. However, this is fun for me and takes me out of my head without any real expectations.

Send me some prompts if you want.

See you on the other side!

two

The Butterfly Effect

The sun bared down on him, blistering his flesh and reminding him of another difference between him and his siblings.

"Why won't he wake up, Aniki?" A worried voice drifted into his consciousness, familiar and light. He winced and tried to open his eyes, but the light that penetrated his vision was quickly covered. "Nevermind."

"Tetsuya." A different voice spoke, deeper and more obviously male. "Do not open your eyes. You've strained yourself enough and Sadao can only do so much to heal you with these restrictions."

Restrictions.

It wasn't the sun blistering, then, but Sadao's chakra pulling at his tenketsu. He grunted and tried to listen to the conversation around him.

"If you're going to limit his chakra the least you can do is let us lend Sadao ours so he can properly heal our little brother. You are the ones that attacked him." That was Satoshi, and he was obviously angry. Tetsuya wondered who attacked him, who made his normally stoic towards him older brother worry for his well-being.

"We cannot do that, we do not know what exactly each of you is capable of and where you come from." A somewhat familiar voice spoke with low, bored tones.

"You're lucky we're allowing him to be healed to begin with. Little prick almost took my arm off!" That voice Tetsuya knew, yet the name of the owner slipped from his thoughts. He looked like Ayaki's Sensei.

"You attacked us first!" Satoshi snapped.

"Satoshi," Sadao finally spoke, his voice tired and hard.

It was once again silent, and Tetsuya slipped back into a burning slumber.

When he awoke again, he was alone in a white room. He took in his surroundings, but there was nothing to find other than the bed he lay on, and the table to the side with a still cold glass of water. He quickly downed the liquid, only feeling shame after it was gone. It could've been poisoned. He sighed, standing on shaky legs and taking a moment to gain balance over himself. Once he was steady, he inched towards the door, his stomach in knots and his heart hammering.

It was unlocked.

Upon opening the door, he stepped into a long hallway, almost barely recognizable. He walked down the hall towards voices he recognized, his back firm against the wood. The room he stood in front of held more than a few occupants that he knew, including his older siblings. He felt the small fight in his body give out as he stumbled inside, cutting off all being said and forcing Haruki, who was closest to him, to rush to his side and catch him before he collapsed.

"Whoa, little brother! You better be careful," she said not unkindly. He's always known Haruki to be that, kind and smart and willing and able.

"I'm sorry," he whispered back. Sadao moved over to the two, helping Tetsuya into a chair and running his dark-green glow over the smaller boy's chest.

"Now that the boy is awake," a voice spoke boredly, "are we going to have the conversation you've all been avoiding?" Tetsuya looked up into the eye of someone he recognized only from afar. The mask he wore giving him away.

Then, Tetsuya took the time to take in everyone else in the room. Firstly, his mother and father. Instead of close together, they stood on opposite sides of the room and didn't even acknowledge one another. The thought made his skin prickle, different from his brother's chakra. His mother's hair was short, her outfit different the the informal kimono she usually wore out. She looked at ease, almost. His father's skin had color to it, his hair flat and the over he wore covering his entire left side.

"Hajime," he called to his brother nervously. "Hajime, what is happening." Panic rose in his throat and he could feel himself shake. "Aniki, help."

Hajime was in front of him in a second, kneeling and ignoring the confused murmur behind him. "Breathe, Tetsuya." He murmured, grabbing the boy's face gently and forcing their eyes onto one another. "There you go, Aniki is here. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, you know this."

"I know," he answered once the panic was dulled, still there but no longer antagonizing to deal with. "She doesn't look right."

Hajime nodded, a small frown on his face. "We're still trying to figure it out."

Ayaki stepped forward, allowing Hajime to step back as she took his spot, gently running her fingers through the mess that was her brother's hair. She heard Hajime speak to the group at a standoff with them.

"We need to get back home. So possibly a little cooperation from you would not be amiss," said his eldest brother.

"Of course," a blonde man stood up that Tetsuya only recognized as similar to Hajime's Shisho. "But first, you do need to answer some of our questions."

Hajime and Isao eyed one another for a minute before turning to nod to them, while Isao said; "We'll answer what we know."

"Good. Now, who exactly are you?" Naruto was the first to ask, skeptical.

Hajime stepped forward. "My name is Hajime Uchiha." He ignored the sudden gasp from a woman in the corner that looked similar to Isao's and Haruki's mother. He pointed to everyone else with him. "These are my siblings; Sadao, Satoshi, Ayaki, and Tetsuya. And this is Isao and Haruki Uzumaki."

"That ones a Hyuga." Naruto frowned, nodding to Tetsuya. All eyes shifted to him and he frowned.

"My last name is Uchiha."

"Were you adopted perhaps?" The masked man asked.

Satoshi stepped forward, fire in his eyes. "Fuck you. Tetsuya is Uchiha through and through."

"Satoshi," Hajime set a hand on his brother's shoulder, calming him, before turning to the group. "Our mother was born a Hyuga. Fortunately, Tetsuya takes from that side. I can assure you we share the same blood and my brother is nothing less of an Uchiha, as are the rest of us."

They all let that sink in, feeling it deep in their bones. There is no doubt of these children being related to Sasuke. But the math didn't add up with their age groups so how were they Uchiha?

Thankfully before any of them could step forward to ask the question, Isao crossed his arms and stepped forward to address the strangers around them. "You asked our names and we gave them. If you have no more questions then can we please move on."

Sakura frowns from the corner she stands in. "Isao was my great-grandfather's name."

He turns to look at her for a second before looking back to the man who resembles his father. "Like I said, if you have no more questions could we please move on."

Back home, Sasuke feels a bit unhinged. Though his children are mostly adults, and all full-fledged ninjas at that, knowing they are missing and replaced by children he doesn't recognize is painful.

"They're sleeping," his wife murmurs as she steps back into the front room. She migrates without thought to his side, gently taking his hand in her own, smaller ones. "What are we going to do?"

Naruto and Sakura are there, along with Kakashi and Tsunade. No one else knows of what's happened, but soon people will realize. The Uchiha and Uzumaki children are prominent figures in the Village and when they start to realize they haven't turned up for their duties, people will wonder. And if someone spots these other children, Sasuke groans at the thought.

"Something must have happened," Sakura speaks first, a frown placed on her lips. "Connected to the bloodlines, maybe?"

"They do seem to be our children," Hinata whispers, and then flinches. "Well, our children from another lifetime."

Tsunade sighs, "the world they come from must have deviated from our own timeline. We need to know where that timeline was and go from there. Any thoughts?"

No one responds for a moment. Then, Sasuke grunts and looks up. "Something happened, most likely consisting of damage Naruto or I played a hand in. The blonde boy called Hinata 'mother'. And his sister looks of my wife."

Naruto frowns and shifts uncomfortably. "So in their timeline Hinata and I are married, and you and Sakura are together at least. Where did this change?" He glances at Hinata and then looks away quickly. "What did we do, or rather, didn't do?"

Kakashi signs, cutting the thick tension with his wise words. "For now we can assume since these children are here, yours are in their world. Let's keep the children here, and Tsunade and I will do some research. Hopefully we can get everyone back to the timeline they belong to and move forward. We can't change the past," then he rolls his eyes, "not that we want to. Let's just figure this out. Sasuke, Hinata, can you keep them here for now?"

"Of course," Hinata answers slowly. "Please let us know as soon as you know something."

Definitely unhinged, Sasuke thinks, as he lies awake that night with three strange children in his home. Definitely unhinged.