"Hi." = thoughts
"Hi." = talking
"Greetings." = Biju speaking
"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu
(-) = finishing to a new situation
Bye.
Staring warily, Menma's purple irises scanned their lifeless form, the mouth was opened in an unnatural manner.
While their limbs looked as if they were twisted, mercilessly. Shaking his head, he concentrated.
Kneeling, Menma eyed their indistinguishable features, only around 7 minutes and he was encountering problems.
Shutting his spheres, the Uzumaki attempted to detect if anyone was observing him, whether unfortunate or fortunate, there was no-one.
Opening his orbs, Menma's fingers blurred through signs, this mutilated person deserved their rest, or maybe they were a murderer, he would be unable to learn.
"Physical Dispersion Seal."
Placing his hand near the body, the Uzumaki's fingers extended their chakra until the person's dead body dissipated by the technique.
Deciding to calculate on what happened later, Menma, silently, whizzed across the branches, scratching the chin of his mask musingly.
His use of Matatabi's chakra was scarce, he couldn't bring himself to request the beast to give him any more energy.
Leaping, the Uzumaki's relentless movements remained unblocked as he reached the Sand, desiring to learn Gaara's situation.
"If his life is better, good." Menma nodded to himself, springing onto another one of nature's limbs. "I'm going to change it all."
Soon, Matatabi's beautiful yellow came to his eyes, only momentarily.
"Someone's approaching."
"Sleep!"
(-)
Sasuke sighed apathetically as he ambled with Tsunade, the healer appeared quite determined to bring him along.
It worked out, with him needing a method or reason for entering certain places, places resembling Konoha or a town.
Of course, he entered this town without requiring anyone, still, it'd look worrying for a 10 year old child, with a weapon, to be on their own.
Grumbling, Tsunade rubbed the last bit of char from the clothes, complaining leisurely. "Why the heck is a kid able to use fire style anyway…?"
Sasuke stayed unsure about the reason why Tsunade was insisting on him going with her on these…Strolls.
"You can rob people, more gambling and more alcohol."
Moronically enough, Tsunade's reasoning was for money, something which Sasuke was able to steal, easily.
Sure, Itachi would indisputably be disappointed. He still wanted to speak with those two again.
His mind always lingered onto that, the desire to converse with Menma and Naruto, maybe they would be discouraged.
Emotionlessly, Sasuke exhaled, Naruto becoming disheartened would signify the end to the earth, which, ironically, was accurate.
(-)
Madara heartlessly laughed, bellowing at the calculating pupils of Sasuke and Naruto's resolute ones.
"My. My." He repeated, forming a rod from his floating orbs, sending them towards Sasuke, monstrously. "You brats are fairly courageous."
Sasuke's callous Rinnegan shaped the needed energy, as Naruto's Rasenshuriken soared at the other Uchiha, promptly.
Quickly, he changed positions with the technique before whispering. "We're not determined, we're merely accomplishing what's necessary."
Madara smiled amusedly, his Limbo Clone appearing behind Sasuke, as his Chidori was unleashed, forcing the clone away.
Dispelling the technique, Naruto blurred towards Sasuke, stopping with a Flying Thunder God Kunai in his hand. "The symbols are finished."
"Well nearly, Menma's completing the seals, we need to be ready!"
"Be a bit quieter, Madara can hear you, seriously," Sasuke dryly answered, pointing at the barbarically standing enemy. "You really are a dumbass."
"Bastard," Naruto murmured before spinning forward, facing Madara with a grin of certainty. "You, other bastard, we're bringing you to the after-life."
The Ten-Tail's container's head swayed to the sides, his grey, witting orbs glimmering psychotically. "Killing me?"
"I was under the belief you desired to accomplish peace with all."
Glaring towards Madara with an unexpected calmness, Naruto sighed preparedly, with his grin reduced to a little smile.
Which encompassed his brittle lips. "Peace can only be accomplished if those who are undesiring of it are eliminated."
"Understood," Madara ruthlessly remarked, shooting Naruto a look of matchless exuberance. "You're going to dance, as long as I perish!"
Instantly, Naruto was behind Madara, with Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan blinking. "Naruto, this battle changed you, deeply."
"Susano' Rib Cage."
Naruto's hands reached Madara with an unending pummel of his fists, the Uchiha countered with his own, superior punching speed.
"Wind Style: Wind Dragon!"
Immediately, the Uzumaki was able to spin through countless signals of chakra, as Madara responded unkindly.
"A game of technique strength?!" He questioned with a merciless yell. "Planetary-…"
Stopping, Madara flew upwards, dodging Sasuke's Susano's blade, initially, Sasuke intended the rib cage but chose the full body one, cruelly.
Naruto appeared near the Susano' confusedly, glancing towards Sasuke askingly. "Changing the plan?"
Shaking his skull, Sasuke responded, staring towards Naruto, who remained on the surface with an enquiring expression. "No, Menma needs a few more minutes."
The Susano's wings flapped as Sasuke floated skywards. Madara's miniscule hand, compared to the size of the Susano's weapon, effortlessly grasped the blade before shattering it with ease.
Sasuke dissipated it as he blasted towards a ditch, bringing his hands forward, Sasuke was able to catch himself, sighing unemotionally.
Naruto, once again, blurred, reaching Sasuke expeditiously. With a grin, written of cheerfulness. "Menma's prepared the seals."
Nodding, Sasuke stood up before grabbing a few Shuriken, gesturing to Naruto patiently. "Add some Chakra Weakening seals, now," He requested.
Laughing cordially, Naruto's finger whistled with chakra, as a sequence roared into existence. "The Ten-Tails is supplying him with energy, these won't really aid us much."
Smirking apathetically, Sasuke pointed towards Menma's racing outline as he came near them, his features contained madness.
"Menma," Naruto remarked determinedly, both of them readying their moves. "Scared?"
"You're the scared one," Menma retorted with a glance to Sasuke, noticing his head bow before rising up again. "Well, your markings are all connected."
Staring at the other Uzumaki, Menma grinned with a cruel look, his hands becoming intertwined. "Naruto, the Flying Thunder God markers only respond to your chakra. Sadly, I was hasty and was unable to make them capable of teleporting others."
"Sure. Sure," Naruto casually answered, his sapphire-resembling orbs exuberantly shining in concentration. "Okay." Shutting his eyes, Naruto announced. "Thunder God's Circle!"
"And," Menma added, a composed, delicate blue energy latching itself onto Naruto, before linking with his aura. "Matatabi's lending you a hand."
"Kurama's gathering the chakra needed?" Naruto questioned, accepting the turquoise chakra graciously. "Both Yin and Yang recombined and are in you now?"
"Yep," The crimson-haired child answered, tossing another blade towards Sasuke, grinning excitedly. "The weapon can be encased with the Susano's chakra, all you need is to send the energy to the edge."
Eyeing it with calmness, Sasuke nodded with an unanticipated amiableness. "My gratitude is in your grasps."
Madara watched interestedly, he supposed he could entertain these children longer. "Come. Naruto Uzumaki. Menma Uzumaki. Sasuke Uchiha."
"Can you dance again?!"
Growling in annoyance, Naruto shaped the beasts' chakra into another hand, a Rasenshuriken clicking into its grab. "Thunder God Circle: Full Pummel!"
Blurring, Naruto's Rasenshuriken assailed Madara, who dispelled it with a swing of an arm, as the Uzumaki's after-images relentlessly fisted Madara, ruthlessly.
"Shadow Clones!" Naruto bellowed, still racing around the Uchiha, his clones accomplishing the same, Madara's eyes, stomach, legs, they were all punched, kicked, slammed by Naruto's physical copies before he asked. "Ready for more?"
Menma and Sasuke simply watched, certain of Naruto's prowess, the purple-eyed child smiled resolutely. "Sasuke," He melancholically exhaled. "If I die, both of you, get away."
Laughing unemotionally, Sasuke glanced towards Menma before questioning. "When we were kids, we would compete to witness whose bloodline limits were stronger, remember?"
Smiling slightly, Menma answered, intently observing the battle occurring. "The Sealing Chains are, of course."
Unable to respond, Menma, in an alarmed manner, quickly flickered towards Naruto, whose stomach was drizzling with a crimson substance.
Sasuke followed, reaching Menma, who grasped Naruto in his hands, the blood smearing them, still, Menma remained unbothered by his sullied limbs. "Naruto, you can't die," He whispered.
Grinning childishly, Naruto's sea-matching eyes examined his surroundings before concentrating on Menma and Sasuke, amicably.
"Menma, Sasuke, thanks for staying with me, really," He softly began, Matatabi's chakra belatedly dispersing. "I guess my gratitude goes to you two!"
Gently, Naruto realized his face was surrounded with a moistened feeling. "I'm…Crying?" He rhetorically asked. "It's wrong, I want to remain on this earth, despite all the people who I killed."
"Allowing Obito to extract some of Kurama's chakra lead to the Ten-Tails' resurrection, and its energy murdered countless people."
Sighing to himself, Naruto shook his head in contemplation. "Sasuke, you're a bastard. Still." His smile became more cheerful. "You're a good comrade."
"Menma," He grinned warmly, relaxing under the watchful stare of the sky. "You're a good brother and comrade. Thanks for putting up with me when I made problems."
"Naruto, you're a dumbass," Sasuke responded, unaware of his dampened eyes. "You were fun to train and speak with. Please, slumber peacefully."
Menma slowly removed his grasp of Naruto, his orbs encircled by sadness, insanity. "Naruto," Unexpectedly, he softly smiled. "Sleep with relaxation."
"My final desire," Naruto's spheres were shutting as he continued with guiltiness. "Is for Madara to die…" Incapable of finishing, Naruto Uzumaki passed away.
Menma rose from his crouching posture before Sasuke walked over to him, his Rinnegan and Sharingan silently blaring, hatefully. Menma's Sealing Chains extended as purple became yellow and crimson, the Uzumaki roared.
"Kurama and Matatabi, no more restrictions!" He mentally bellowed, shooting towards Madara as both of their chakras merged into a robe, protecting Menma determinedly. "Wind Style: The Gusts of the Gods!"
Opening his mouth, Menma exhaled deeply, as a blurring pattern of wind approached Madara, who was forced skywards. "Chakra Weakening Seal!"
With the beasts' chakra enhancing the strength of his techniques, Menma blurred towards the floating Madara, attaching a marking onto his arms.
"Sasuke," He murmured, shooting a kick towards Madara, who retorted with his own. "A few more minutes."
Avoiding the Truth-Seeking-Orb's rod, Menma stared at the Sealing Chains before wrapping them around Madara, as the Uzumaki fell onto the surface, still growling.
"I only obtained this," Sasuke informed. Nearing Madara aloofly, his grey and crimson spheres glimmering ruthlessly. "Still. Susano's Bellow."
A slash of unkind, merciless energy sliced Madara's neck, as the regeneration began, the Uchiha barbarically laughed. "Your determination. Is it remaining?!"
Clenching the blade, Sasuke unrelentingly sent the chakra slices at the legendary Shinobi before responding. "Behind you, check."
Glancing, Madara's eyes excitedly widened, a callous, blue-encased Kurama stood, Menma inside the centre. "Tailed Beast Bombs!"
The maliciousness of the chakra was conspicuous, as Menma clicked his fingers cruelly. "Sealing Chains, enhance."
Madara realized he was unable to move, unfortunately, he wasn't able to channel the Ten-Tails' aura before the Beasts' Bombs surged towards him, and, in quick succession, blasted.
Sasuke was aware he would be captured in the technique and was untroubled.
Madara stood, once again
(-)
Sasuke blinked as Tsunade threw him through an open window, he grabbed its sill before seating himself, properly.
"Stop attempting to kill this child," He frigidly ordered. Annoyingly, his tone was unfrightening, as its pitch was still quite high. "Disregard my words."
"Kids," Tsunade mumbled, leaping through the window, entering the area. "Really frustrating sometimes."
"I understand," Sasuke nodded, walking towards a bed as he relaxed. "We are frustrating."
Sasuke's form rested calmly, with him looking towards the ceiling collectedly. "May I slumber?"
"Sure."
"It appears my gratitude is granted to another, seriously getting bothered."
(-)
Menma was currently dodging a series of masterful kicks, his fore-arm deflecting this outline's knee with diminutive difficulty.
"Screw this 10 year old body!"
Gliding forward, Menma's fingers mixed his inner energy before he announced. "Lightning Style: Imperious Knife."
Forming the weapon, Menma tossed it towards the figure, as he scanned their response. The outline quietly laughed, a ball of earth crashing into the knife.
"Earth style, huh?" Menma mused intelligently, sending a chakra empowered punch at their stomach. "My chakra control's working decently."
Sliding, the outline, as Menma named him, blurred at the Uzumaki before their leg slammed into his face.
Exhaling in concentration, Menma grasped a few Shuriken, watching them darting towards this outline.
They appeared to grin in dignity, blasting their clenched hand at the child's stomach.
"Enough," Menma whispered to himself, the chakra inside him blaring balefully. "Losing isn't an option."
Unanticipatedly, the outline disappeared into the deep, unkind winds. "Who was that person anyway?"
Menma decided 23 hours to Suna was too long, Matatabi's and his own chakra separated, encompassing his limbs.
(-)
Naruto crashed onto a roof-top as he grumbled in annoyance. "Shut up! Bastard!" He irritably yelled, pointing towards Obito, who was whistling with laughter.
"Sorry. Sorry," Obito amusedly drawled, his slouching posture dissipating into a more serious one. "Well, to the Kazekage's office."
"Who's the Kazekage?" Naruto asked with fake curiosity, he needed to keep up the façade of an unwitting 10 year old, annoyingly. "Wha-…"
He paused, noticing Obito's extremely confused expression before the Uchiha placed his hands into his pockets, murmuring. "Prodigy my ass."
Slumping, Naruto groaned in annoyance, he realized this timeline was different the second Obito treated him kindly. "I'm a prodigy?"
Standing fully, Naruto grinned in agreeance to the words. "I always was!" He boisterously declared.
Obito continued at a leisurely pace, leaping across structures, with Naruto following, behind. "The Kazekage is one of the 5 Kages, nations, shinobi. Yaada. Yadda, pretty sure you learned all this."
Smiling childishly, Naruto yelled in response to Obito's terrible explanation. "Wanted to hear your dumbness!"
"Brats," Obito mumbled, until perking up, seeing a squadron of Shinobi at the Kazekage's aid. "Always making a scene."
Roughly, Sasori stared towards Obito, whose grey eyes laughed in an entertained manner. "Lord Kazekage."
"The Transparency of Konoha," He quickly nodded. Glancing indifferently towards Naruto before smirking slightly. "Still on babysitter duty?"
"Always," He drawled, nudging Naruto's arm good-naturedly. "Kid learned Wind Style."
Interestedly, Sasori eyed Naruto curtly, returning his attention to the Uchiha in an unexpectedly impressed manner. "Minato Namikaze's child always shocks me."
"Sensei and he are similar," Obito lifted up his arms, lowering them before grinning immaturely. "Now, where's the scrolls?"
Another rough smile surrounded Sasori's lips, as he reached into his pockets. "Kakashi came here looking for them 8 times yesterday."
"Icha. Icha. Paradise," Obito inhaled, putting the unsealed books into a bag. "I swear, he was the one who recommended me to take care of Sensei's kid."
Crouching, Naruto started to stop listening to their chatter. Noiselessly, he blurred, glancing at the stone-faced squadron of the leader.
Obito looked towards the disappearing Naruto, shaking his head in a carefree fashion. "3 years and the brat's still obtained more skills."
Sasori smirked, gesturing to his shinobi as they dissipated. "Now, let's speak about the situation with him." His smirk became a grimly blank face.
"Itachi Uchiha…"
Obito's eyes steeled before his pupils drifted upwards towards the staring skies. "He's planning something. Something which I can't realize."
Walking across the roof-top, Sasori examined Sunakagure's boisterousness. "After Fugaku. Mikoto. And Shisui Uchiha's death, he spiralled."
The Uchiha sighed restlessly, continuing the monologue. "Still loyal to Konoha, until Sasuke Uchiha's disappearance."
Sasori glanced at the Sharingan-User, opening his mouth wisely. "Yet still, he remained loyal to Konoha. Until Danzo Shimura, the fool, decided to kill the Uchiha clan with his followers."
Obito's lips stiffened, as his mind recounted the incidents, all coercing Itachi into bitterness.
(-)
Walking heartlessly towards Danzo, Itachi's delicately formed Susano' shined threateningly.
"Shimura Danzo," He began emotionlessly, readying the Totsuka Blade at the bandaged-battler. "My patience is thin. You shall remain sealed for eternity."
A substance of crimson escaped Danzo's chest, as he kneeled in torture, the damage afflicted by Itachi settling. "No. Uchiha Itachi. You shall stay sealed in this earth by your hatred, losing all you cared for makes me want to laugh."
"Only," Danzo's mirthlessly cruel expression whirled into a sinister smile. "I lost the ability to laugh years ago."
Itachi was unable to speak, as a star-matching blur approached.
(-)
Obito sighed, nearing Sasori, with both of them looking unemotionally skywards. "Well, Orochimaru and I certainly were granted much to deal with. Send him a message with Kakashi's help. Please, appreciate your stay."
Grinning amiably, Obito nodded before dispersing with a whirling aura. While Sasori leaped towards his office.
(-)
Naruto steadied himself before scrutinizing the populace, he was attempting to learn where Gaara was, and maybe if he and Naruto became friends earlier, the insanity could be stopped.
Still, Gaara was crazy before this age, killing one of his family members at a smaller age. Naruto flickered along Suna's roads.
He whizzed across the town, with him eyeing each area carefully. Soon, Naruto came to a realization of the place where Gaara's chakra resided.
Blurring, Naruto sprinted towards the area before his movements lessened. There, the Uzumaki stood in front of a luminous gate.
It was situated to the side of Suna, and was more inconspicuous, yet conspicuous at the same time. Smiling, Naruto casually leaped over the fence.
Relaxing onto a branch, Naruto's spheres inspected the sector, his curiosity lingering.
Escaping the tree, the Uzumaki walked towards the large, haughty-looking door. Rubbing his blond hair, Naruto exhaled.
"Okay," Naruto calculated, remaining still with a small composure. "I need to simply walk in and introduce myself, easy!" He surmised.
Opening the doors, Naruto strode inwards, a non-hostile smile encompassing his features.
Only to dodge a tendril of sand, hastily.
(-)
Menma glided through the deserts, his purple, calm eyes scrutinizing the sand-storms reaching him.
"Wind Style: Wind Bullets."
Increasing their strength with Matatabi's chakra, Menma effortlessly dispersed the specks of sand approaching.
Punching the air, the sand disappeared as Menma soared towards Suna, keen on noticing the earth's changes, readily.
Menma finally came towards the gates of Sunakagure before sauntering silently, his figure distorting, leading the guards to be incapable of detecting his presence.
He soundlessly blocked his chakra, both of his hands being clasped, he nodded before removing his mask and uniform, while in a passage-way, and sealing them into a scroll.
Menma's fingers connected as a clone grew into existence. While he could create countless Shadow Clones, 1 was enough.
Signalling to the end of the passage-way, the clone flickered away, as Menma leaned against the structure.
"Gaara. Where are you now?" He extended his detection skills before it latched onto something. "Oh," Menma grinned in realization. "Appears Naruto's near."
Massaging his head, Menma unleashed Matatabi's chakra into the seal, ambling into the busy lanes.
Glancing around, the Uzumaki calmly strolled through Suna, a specifically excited expression on his lips.
"Obito Uchiha, huh?" He asked himself before stopping slowly. "You're good in this timeline."
A speculative glimmer reached his irises, walking towards the mansion, where Naruto and Gaara were.
"If Gaara's sane from what the picture shows," Menma mused calculatingly, scratching his hair. "Then this timeline really is interesting."
Approaching the mansion's door, Menma sprang above the fence before needing to leap upwards, dodging a barrage of sand, easily.
"Or still insane," Menma idly blurred, airily appearing behind Gaara, purple orbs blinking casually. "Too bad." He murmured.
"Intruders shall be dealt with, quickly," He calmly remarked, composure glimmering in his deliberately mirthless eyes. "2 options. Surrender or be apprehended."
Naruto and Gaara were both unaware of Menma's presence, as the blond Uzumaki yelled childishly. "Nah, and my name is Naruto Uzumaki!"
Unemotionally, Gaara nodded, genuinely impressed by Naruto's quickness, his sand forming into rectangles. "The title granted to me is Gaara of the Sand."
Grinning immaturely, Naruto dispersed, reappearing upwards, his fingers blurring. "Well, if I win we become friends and if you win we're still becoming buddies!"
"Wind Style: Gale Palms!"
"A simple technique," Gaara examined his sand before blasting it towards Naruto, who smiled slightly. "It can damage someone deeply."
Naruto followed up with another move, his hands grabbed each-other speedily before disconnecting. "Wind Style: Gale Surge!"
A protective barrier of wind formed, deflecting Gaara's rectangular bullets, sending them near the user.
Gaara clenched his fists, forcing the sand to dispel, as he and Naruto raced forward.
"Normally Gaara uses his sand, not kicks or punches," Naruto sprang over his opponent's arms, fisting him in the cheek. "His skills are sloppy, meaning he started learning recently."
Naruto decided to finish the battle, kicking Gaara in the head, then, blasting a hand towards his stomach, to which Gaara recoiled.
"It appears," Gaara coughed slightly, rubbing his abdomen carefully. "You win."
"Now, we are friends, nice, huh?" Naruto asked cordially, grinning with exuberance. "Still, you were strong."
Nodding in appreciation to his barely learned prowess, Gaara noticed Naruto bring out a hand, for a, well, handshake.
Gaara extended his appendage, as he warily stared. "You remain an intruder."
Shaking his head childishly, Naruto pointed towards the door. "No, I'm with Obito Uchiha now!"
"The Transparency of Konoha, you are certainly fortunate to be with someone with quite an expertise in battles," Gaara assessed, thoughtfully scratching the bridge of his nose. "Really fortunate."
Unpredictably, a crimson blur encircled them, disappearing promptly, along with Naruto, Gaara sharply stared.
"He shall be fine."
(-)
"Who's kidnapping me?!" Naruto readily yelled, entering an unnaturally malleable stance. "I'm gonna be beating you up!"
"Sure," A sarcastically composed voice answered, appearing near Naruto in an amused manner. "Sadly. You'd be the one being beaten up."
Grinning wittingly, Naruto fist-bumped Menma, who smiled amicably. "Menma. Been a while!"
"Heh," Menma responded, shrugging with a laugh. "Indisputably."
Naruto eyed Menma as a stillness encased the atmosphere. "Madara killed you as well."
Meeting Naruto's stare, Menma gravely nodded. His face was apathetic. "Sorry." He whispered composedly. His words steeled.
Shaking his head, Naruto stared into the distance. Menma accomplishing the same. "No need to be sorry."
"Onto something more serious," Menma remarked, gathering Naruto's attention. "Obito and Sasori are good people in this earth."
The clone Menma shaped dispelled but not before forming another, which lead to its memories returning to the original, Menma, and it was able to learn much information.
Inhaling, Naruto slouched, massaging his skull wearily. "I swear it's too random! Now, anything which happens-…"
"Happened differently," Menma finished before smiling amusedly. "Orochimaru's the 5th Hokage, presently."
"Not shocked," Naruto grumbled, screaming up into the stratosphere. "Oh, and I'm supposed to be aware of who dad is."
"Good." Menma nodded casually, inwardly grinning, excitedly. "Minato Namikaze remains the best shinobi in the earth."
"Stop calling him with his name," Naruto mumbled in annoyance. "Seriously."
The crimson-haired Uzumaki smiled slightly, announcing. "Dad remains the best shinobi in the earth!"
"Better."
Naruto and Menma dissipated, approaching the place where Menma's clone was. The clone stood in front of Obito, keeping its Anbu mask secure.
Quickly, Menma dispersed his clone, but realized it stayed. Clicking his tongue, he noticed a sealing sequence around the clone before murmuring. "Really using seals?"
Dispelling Obito's seals, the clone flickered upwards, only to be captured by the Uchiha's hand. "Considering any more force you'd disappear."
Dropping the clone onto the surface, the Sharingan-User's eyes distorted into tomoe before Menma's clone became immobile.
"It's not dispersing," Menma whispered confusedly, while Naruto neared the Uchiha rambunctiously, desiring to stop the interrogation. "Come on, disappear!"
"Obito, ya bastard!" Naruto shouted with false annoyance. "Stop hurting my clone!"
Stopping, the Uchiha glanced towards Naruto, who was removing the clone's mask. "Was experimenting with its appearance."
In an unamused manner, Obito ambled towards Naruto, changing into his 3 tomoe Sharingan before answering. "The chakra resembles another person."
Naruto stared at the Sharingan, unimpressed, he fought with Sasuke, who gained the Rinnegan and Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan after all.
"Are you concealing something?" Obito chillingly asked, approaching the Uzumaki with false balefulness. "Naruto…"
Menma decided enough was enough, connecting his fingers, he became his older-self with the Anbu clothes. "Wind Style: The Gusts of the Gods."
Obito became physically imperceptible before blurring towards Menma, his Sharingan boarding into those callous, purple eyes.
"Kamui," Obito announced, attempting to bring Menma into his plane of existence. "Kamui," He repeated.
Easily, Menma dodged Obito's sights, distancing himself before clasping his hands. "Well, the illusion on the kid failed, huh?"
"Naruto was under a hallucination," Obito realized, glancing towards the still Uzumaki, as the Uchiha's Mangekyo shone. "I shall inform the Kazekage of your presence."
"He shall deal with you."
Laughing, Menma flickered towards his clone, realizing it was using a seal of its own. "Guess my clone formulated the plan before me."
Dispelling his own seal, Menma dispersed the clone, as he disappeared with an apathetic expression.
Reappearing onto a roof-top, his form became a 10 year old's again, he rolled his arms comfortably. "I prefer my older self, easier to fight with."
Sighing, Menma attached his mask onto his face before standing up properly.
He was aware he would need to return to Konoha, and reason with Orochimaru for Gaara to stay on this earth.
"Now," Menma whispered, peering across the planet and his orbs dimmed warily. "Sasuke, where are you currently?"
Blurring, Menma retreated.
(-)
Presently, Sasuke was robbing a band of bandits, knocking the last one out, the Uchiha unemotionally exhaled.
Tsunade was grinning greedily as Sasuke placed the coins into the bag, handing it to Shizune, who was concerned for the healer's use of a child, to gain some coins only.
"Nice," The Sannin smiled, rubbing the money gratefully. "Kid, you're gonna be helpful."
Aloofly, Sasuke walked away from the healer and Shizune before responding. "I'm going for a stroll."
"Stay safe," Tsunade ordered, examining the pennies politely. "The money awaits."
Dryly, Sasuke nodded, sauntering towards the bushes before blurring. "I require a specific someone…Suigetsu," He smirked frigidly. "Are you prepared to be working with me again?"
Stopping, Sasuke reached an empty area in the woods, he was planning to regain his skills, near enough to his full strength. "Lightning Style: Lightning Dragon."
Normally, the hand signs took too long. Still, Sasuke was an inhuman prodigy, whose strength and speed was monstrous.
When he was a teenager.
Slowly, Sasuke carefully went through each sign before gathering the chakra necessary. Unleashing the Lightning Dragon, he watched as it ruined the bushes completely.
"I need to work on my arm speed," He calculated, sitting onto a branch relaxingly. "And, a method to obtain the Sharingan again."
He wasn't sure where he could go through something traumatic, shaking his head, Sasuke decided sprinting would aid him in his aspiration.
The outline stared.
(-)
Night-time:
Menma was kneeling courteously, before Orochimaru signalled him too stand.
"Now. Now. Was Gaara eliminated?" He asked inquisitively, his tongue interestedly licking his lips. "Please inform me."
Airily, Menma answered, swaying his hand dismissingly. "He's still alive. Before you go on a speech about listening to the Hokage and leaking out some of your presence to frighten me, I learned something."
Grinning creepily, Orochimaru leaned forward from his chair, sliding the paper-work away. A nod indicated enough.
"We are comrades with Suna, which means." Clicking his fingers, Menma smiled casually. "You wanted to examine something."
"Menma, your intelligence may surpass Minato's, soon…" Orochimaru complimented, eyeing Menma as if he was an experimentation. "I merely wanted to watch your strength."
"Withdraw," The Sannin ordered, creating a Shadow Clone to start stamping the sheets. "I'm going for other business."
Dissipating, Menma's presence deteriorated.
(-)
"Ah, now that was boring," Menma mumbled in an unexcited manner, extending his limbs restfully. "I swear, Orochimaru as Hokage is peculiar."
Mentally, Matatabi awoke before asking with curiousness. "Was the mission finished?"
"Yep," Menma responded quickly. He raced across Konoha with the intention to reach his apartment complex. "The mission was simple and Gaara's not dead."
Nodding, Matatabi unrolled some of the regrown chakra, blasting the energy inside the seal's area. "Thank you for allowing me to replenish the chakra, Kurama may wake up sooner."
Sighing in relief, the Uzumaki graciously smiled, stopping onto the excited lanes of Konoha, answering. "Good. Fur-ball's gonna be mad about the lack of slumber."
"Expected."
Menma sauntered through the numerous sectors, glancing towards the populace's response to his existence. No glares. No hateful expressions. Most simply ignored him.
"Matatabi," Menma rubbed his ear, concentrating on his words. "Shukaku's chakra wasn't near or in Gaara, at all."
"We were predicting this," The 2-tails explained, glancing to the seal's deepened end. "There's the chance the tail beasts weren't captured by Hashirama and sealed."
"Oh, Menma."
"Huh?" He stopped, peering up towards the delicate sky. "Something wrong?"
"Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," He murmured, leaping onto his apartment's balcony, blinking energetically. "Uzumaki exuberance kicking in, nice."
"Yours and Naruto's energy always was unnatural."
Menma concentrated to his unclenched fists. "If the tailed-beasts are concealing their existences. I'm curious as to what happened to the Matatabi and, of course, Kurama in this earth."
"They remain. We are separate entities, if they disperse, we stay." Matatabi explained, as Menma nodded in understanding. "If they reform, all effects shall only be affecting them."
Menma was now in his bed, hearing Matatabi courteously, only for sleepiness to encase his shape.
(-)
Sasuke breathed deeply, he callously looked to his enemy, the outline's expression was bored, unentertained.
"Menma was fun to battle," They whispered into Sasuke's ears, giggling calmly. "While you were beaten quickly."
Smirking emotionlessly, Sasuke dissipated into a fire, as the original sliced the outline's arms.
"Good. Good." They drawled, grabbing the tip of Sasuke's weapon before throwing it away. "Fight without any help, now."
Crouching, Sasuke whizzed towards them, currently, they battled for a few hours and the outline was giving him its energy.
Their intentions were unfathomable, and Sasuke merely accepted the challenge, he realized his movements became more masterful, resembling his 17-year old self considerably.
Sending a prompt kick at their stomach, Sasuke returned his leg to its former place before spinning.
Crashing a punch onto the outline's neck, Sasuke sprang away, concentrating the final bits of his chakra into his fingers. "Fire Style: Fire Bullets."
The outline's hand blurred through signs until a slash of wind blew Sasuke's warmth upwards. The Uchiha rushed towards them as he planted a punch to the head.
"You mentioned Menma," Sasuke ambled to them, with the outline rubbing its skull. "Where is he situated?"
"It's quite easy to guess," They smiled kindly, nearing Sasuke softly. "The clue is a place you walked through." The outline murmured, disappearing slowly.
Sighing, Sasuke picked up the blade before instantly appearing towards the tents, noticing a paper pinned onto a branch.
"Kid. If you're dead. R.I.P." Sasuke read incredulously before climbing onto the branch, deciding to relax. "A place which I walked along of, where?"
(-)
Naruto sighed peacefully, after the fiasco with Obito threatening a transformed-older Menma, the Uchiha and he went out for some Ramen, he realized he was 11 now.
Naruto finished up his Ramen, as he and Obito disappeared by the same writhing energy, coming towards the hotel.
Obito was silent, with him looking engrossed on something, he was currently examining a book.
Noiselessly, Naruto approached Obito, peering towards the Bingo Book, as his eyes expanded. "The Crimson Killer. Uzumaki Clan member."
Naruto smiled slightly, Menma earned another moniker, his smile dissipated when he recalled the Uzumaki Clan, they were eliminated by 3 nations, and that alone showed their strength.
Maybe if he requested, Obito would bring him there and he could scan the ruins.
"Bastard," Naruto started, inhaling calmly. "Can we go to Uzushiosgakure?"
Obito laughed to himself before glancing towards Naruto amusedly. "We went to Whirlpool a month ago. What, are you missing your family members?"
"Or, you want the attention again?"
Outwardly, Naruto feigned annoyance at the remarks. "No, wanted to learn whether they were okay." Well, inwardly Naruto grinned excitedly.
"The clan lived. Menma's gonna be the first one there."
While Naruto was resting on one of the 2 beds, a scroll appeared in Obito's hand, the Uchiha opened it carefully. "Naruto," He mumbled, handing the scroll too the Uzumaki warily.
Eyeing the message, Naruto's inner grin became external. "We're returning to Konoha in 4 months!"
"We are," Obito whispered in frustration, leaning onto his chair. "Kakashi's getting his books again."
"Well," Smirking, Obito obtained Naruto's inspection by a cough. "What would you want to learn?"
Reducing his grin into a determined smile, the Uzumaki responded with certainty. "Physical strength and speed, and another chakra affinity, of course."
"Still not sure where you got wind," Obito murmured irritably before his features brightened in realization. "Kakashi was discreetly showing you!"
"Yep," Naruto nodded, stopping his smile from increasing. "Kakashi-Sensei are you well?"
Naruto would repair all the problems in this earth.
He was aware this wasn't the original earth, still, he would repair it all.
(-)
While Menma dodged.
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Sadness.
A/N: Bye, carefully.