The Grimm Change

The Valley of End was regarded as quite a legendary site. It was the setting of possibly the greatest battle to have ever been fought, said battle having reshaped the landscape itself. The battle had been waged between two warriors of awesome prowess, their abilities ranging from being able to breathe fire to being capable of growing acres of forestry in moments. These men of legend were known as Hashirama Senju, the Shodaime Hokage of the Leaf, the lone user of the powerful Mokuton, and the founder of the Senju Clan, and his adversary, Madara Uchiha, the only person who could hope withstand the complete force of the first Senju, and live to tell the tale. Madara had been Hashirama's chief competitor for the position of Hokage, and was the head of the well-known Uchiha Clan.

These two warriors had faced each other on the battlefield many times, and each had developed a begrudging respect for the other. Their blows had destroyed many a battlefields, but they had also created a strong bond. They had come to see each other as brothers, rivals, both wanting to stay ahead, thus pushing the other to grow as well.

But the battle they had fought at the Valley of End was not a friendly spar, or a bout to attempt to best the other. This was a true fight, both feeling it necessary to put the other down, permanently. They had put their all into their attacks, showing their counterpart exactly why they were revered as they were.

Alas, the clash came to an end as all do, with one being able to overcome the other. In this case it had been Hashirama who had risen victorious from the ruined remains of the valley. Madara had struggled with all he had, but Hashirama had proven to be the better warrior.

In remembrance of the ultimate conflict, two statues were made on either side of the valley. On one side stood a ten storey tall imitation of the Shodaime Hokage, garbed in his samurai like armor. On the opposite side was an equally huge sculpture of the founder of the Uchiha Clan, who wore his regal armor that looked similar to his opponent's. These two statues were made to commemorate the epic encounter between the two men.

Decades later, in the same valley, we find another confrontation taking place. Two young boys who had both suffered, suffered in ways others wouldn't dream of in their nightmares, are currently fighting each other with their limited yet destructive abilities.

On the head of Hashirama stood a child that looked to be in his preteen's, despite his relatively short stature. The child's sense of fashion was left questionable due to his jumpsuit which consisted of bright orange trousers and an equally bright jacket, with the upper chest being a dark blue and the collar being white. The boy was hunched over, the damage to his jacket and the dirt on his clothes proof of the fact that the scuffle had been raging for a while now. His golden, spiky blond hair was casting a shadow over his eyes, the gleaming red shine the only depiction of their presence. A headband, the same color as the blue on his jacket, was wrapped around his head, and on the front where it covered his forehead was a metal plate that had a strange insignia carved into it. The blond had three thick whiskers on each of his cheeks. His canines and his fingernails had elongated as well as sharpened, now seemingly capable of being able to tear metal.

But what was strange about this child was the aura that encompassed his form, a burnt orange in color. It seemed to emit vibes of malevolence and hatred. The aura took the shape of a fox, with a single appendage like structure breaking off the rest at the end and forming the fox's tail.

The boy took a deep breath, before holding his hand out in front of himself. He concentrated until a small blue ball of energy formed within his hand, the ball spinning madly. The sphere gained a purple hue due to the cloak like energy surrounding the boy.

On the other head stood a boy who looked to be of the same age, albeit was quite a bit taller. The boy wore a navy blue t-shirt, and a pair of beige shorts that ended just above his shins. On the back of his t-shirt was a fan like crest, the handle and the lower half being white while the rest was red. There were two large tears on the boys t-shirt, out of which sprouted two large, wing like appendages. His dull blue hair reached his upper back, and most of it was kept out of his eyes by a headband extremely similar to the one worn by the blond, except this one had a horizontal slash going across it. The child's eyes were made up of a red sclera and red irises, with the pupils being black. The irises were seperated from the sclera by a thin black border, on which were two black tomoes that faced outwards. A star like mark was present on his face, the vertical line running across the length of his nose and the horizontal one running below his eyes, overlapping with the other. He too extended his gray hand in front of himself and concentrated. Not long after, a sphere of lightning formed within his hand, small bolts of lightning arcing around.

The boy with the blue hair ran across the statue he stood on, and jumped.

"Naruto!"The shout echoed in the valley.

Meanwhile, the blond boy began to run as well, and followed suite by jumping off the figure's head and extending his arm forward.

"Sasuke!"The second yell was equally loud, and with that the two boys' arms collided, their own attacks battling the other's for dominance. At first the two had seemed to be equal, but a after a moment of struggling, it was proven that that was not the case.

Slowly but surely, the purple sphere of swirling energy grew larger, and began to overpower the boy with the blue hair.

An explosion rocked the cave, as both boys were sent flying back. The one with blue hair fell down on to the water, with little to no damage, but the blond did not have such luck. He went flying, and his body landed in a rocky area. Two large rocks were able to impale him, one through the abdomen and the other through the chest.

The blond, despite heavy blood loss and the throbbing pain in his upper body was able to raise his head enough to see an unconscious figure floating on the water's surface. Ignoring the pain, he allowed a smile to grow on his face.

'I kept my promise, Sakura, Sasuke's going nowhere. But it's a pity, is this where I end. Naruto Uzumaki, killed by a pile of rocks. That'll be the day. Looks like Konohamaru'll

have to become Hokage for me."

With those final thoughts, the blond allowed himself to succumb to oblivion, as his eyelids closed, and he heaved a sigh.

Naruto Uzumaki was no more.

Author's Note:

Hello, dear readers and fellow fanfiction fans. This was the prologue to my first story, one that I hope will one day become an epic in length.

Now before anyone complains about the word count, this idea had just popped into my mind and I just wrote it down, without any idea of what will happen next, so i couldn't write further.

If you believe this length was alright, please state so in a review or a PM. If you believe chapters should be longer do the same. Keep in mind I will be able to post short chapters quickly ( twice or thrice a week) and long chapters slowly ( once a month).

This story is also a dedication of sorts to Monty Oum, whom I believe was an awesome guy( even if Volume 3 got reallly dark and all) and love his work.

So, I believe that is it, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you leave a review, and flamers, let me ask what do you gain from flaming a story. I doubt most writers are even irked by your words, so why not say what you want to in kinder words.

Peace Out

Kofukuna Shi no Kami