Chapter 1

Mito walked with her father through the village. A content smile on her face. Things were going well for the clan. The senju were still their allies. She was to be married to Hashirama in a year now. And with Hashirama and Madara now clan heads, the battles between the two were finally dying down. I didn't mean the two clans hated each other any less. But it was progress for her indends dreams of peace.

"Mito-chan. You're daydreaming again." Her father, Village leader and Clan head chided gently.

Mito blushed but smiled up at her father. "Gomen'nasai Tou-san, I was thinking of the peace that Hashirama seemed to be close to achieving."

Arata Uzumaki chuckled down at his eldest. "That he is. I didn't believe the boy at first. But slowly I can see the change. He's a good man for you. He's strong too. I have faith in his ability to protect you-" Arata froze as did every clan and village member on their island.

"Tou-san? W-what is that?" Mito whispered as the hairs rose on her arms.

"Nothing good." He said firmly and pushed her back towards their home. "Go back to the house. Take your sisters and brothers to the shelters."

"Tou-"

"Now Mito!" he ordered and stormed off to meet the other Shinobi of their clan.

Dead center of their village, the elite of the shinobi of the Uzumaki clan gathered in defensive positions as the air compressed with a massive chakra signature.

In a blinding flash of light, a figure appeared. Long blonde hair, Fuuinjutsu covering her skin, Golden eyes with cross pupils, ten long golden furred tails swishing behind her.

The Seal Masters prepared for an attack from the unknown woman, but instead her eyes rolled up into her skull and she fell over to the side.

No one moved for a few moments. Arata slowly relaxed and moved to the unconscious woman first. Checking for a heartbeat, he found her alive. Unconscious but alive. He also watched as the seals disappeared from her skin before he could finish inspecting them. Only one seal remained that he could feel pulsing with power. It helped that she was barely dressed. Only black pants and wrappings covered her chest. It allowed him to see the seal on her stomach. A containment seal of some sort. He frowned at it. He could see that it was Uzumaki based.

"Get her to the Healers. Also get me all the chakra repressing seals we have." Arata would get the answers he sought. Once the blonde woman woke of course.

Naruto was busy in her unconscious state. She'd felt the Jutsu complete. She felt herself surrounded by many people with powerful reserves. They she felt the Bijuus within her Expand.

They yanked her into the seal and she watched as they grew.

Kurama and Gyuki explained that instead of them leaving her, she had just pulled them all into her. Naruto blinked before bursting out laughing at that implication.

She was the Bloody Juubi.

She was corrected a moment later by Matatabi. Since they were not combined into one husk, they were still nine. Naruto just sighed and climbed onto Kurama's head. After listening to the nine Bijuu bicker among themselves, as she absently pet Kurama's fur, she let herself think.

Where and whenever she ended up, she would need a new name.

"Juko." Kurama said softly just for her, listening to her wandering thoughts.

She smiled as she laid down, face first into his fur.

"Ah? Why?"

"It means longevity and peace. You strive for lasting peace. It fits as much as your birth name once did."

Naruto-Now Juko smiled against him. "Thank you for renaming me. It means the most coming from you."

Kurama humped and ignored the burning of his furred cheeks and the swelling in his chest.

Together they listened to their Bijuu siblings bickering. They all knew they were chakra exhausted and had nothing better to do until at least Juko's chakra returned. They also agreed that they would have to slowly allow their own chakra to expand Juko's coils to accommodate the new reserves she would have.

Closing her eyes, Juko fell asleep listening to the siblings bicker even as Kurama's barely noticeable purrs lulled her to sleep.

Mito stared at the blonde woman. It had been six months since she had appeared in their village. Everyone was wary of her. Even now, her signature was larger than all of their clan's combined. And the woman was unconscious.

While her signature was massive, it was surprising warm. Like the sun. Mito loving sitting in her room just basking in the feel of her chakra. It was so soothing. Her father didn't like her and her siblings near the unknown woman, but Mito didn't agree with him that she could be bad. Her chakra was just too good.

What was the most surprising was that even though she had been in a coma for six months, the woman showed no signs of such degeneration. She didn't look malnourished, and the stasis seals were pointless. Not to mention the suppressors. Nothing worked on her. Mito hid a snort at that. Her father, a Grand Seal Master, couldn't seal away one woman's chakra. It was amazing to see him fume about it.

Especially since she had an Uzumaki seal on her stomach. One that her and her father had only thought about. The woman's was different though. While Uzumaki based, it looked to be altered to merge whatever the woman held, to her own chakra. Whatever the strange woman held, had yet to leave the Open seal. Yes, Open. Her father didn't know that part. Mito kept that to herself. She was curious on why this strange woman had an altered and open Bijuu seal on her stomach. Yet there was no trace of the bijuu chakra emitting from it.

Mito was enjoying tea in the healing room of the blonde woman, practicing her own theory for her next level in Seal Master. The cup froze at her lips when suddenly, the warm feeling of chakra was gone. Completely. Her eyes slid up to the blonde woman to see her eyes still shut, her breathing still even, and her body motionless.

Setting her cup back on the tray beside her cushion, Mito hummed as she looked the blonde over more closely.

"If you are awake, you are in no danger as long as you do not threaten me."

The blonde's head turned on the futon as her eyes finally opened. Mito was a little surprised to find bright blue eyes like the ocean surrounding their island, looking at her. Instead of normal pupils, they were slitted. But they were not the goldened and crossed eyes her father had seen all those months ago.

Mito saw caution and confusion in those eyes.

"Hello, I am Uzumaki Mito. You have been asleep in a coma for six months after your strange arrival on our island."

Cat like blue eyes widened in surprise before all emotions fled from them.

Internally Juko was trying not to panic. She'd gone SO far back. Possibly too far back. She tried to figure out if her interference now would really change things for her precious people in a hundred years or so.

"Do you know who you are?" Mito asked with sharp violet eyes.

"J-Juko." Juko whispered through her dry throat. Mito got up and provided her with some water.

"Clan name?"

"Uzumaki." Juko whispered. She was never going to deny her family name.

Mito's eyes hardened. "I find it hard to believe that. You do not have our features, we have no Blonde Uzumakis. While your chakra is similar in size, it is strangely much larger than any of our clansmen."

Juko gave a hesitant smile. "Uzumaki mother. Namikaze Father." She whispered fighting her exhaustion.

"I've never heard of the Namikaze clan."

Juko gave a short laugh. "not clan."

"Hmm." Mito pondered curiously even as she read the exhaustion in the woman's eyes, but there was no lie in them. "How old are you?"

"Twenty."

Mito's eyes widened. She barely looked sixteen. She concluded that it must be the Uzumaki genes she says she has.

"What seal did you perform to arrive in the middle of our village? And why?"

Juko's eyes darkened as her chakra flashed with agony. Mito winced as her senses picked up on it.

"Gone. All Gone." She mumbled. "Last resort. Start over." She mumbled before blue eyes closed once again.

Juko let herself succumb to the exhaustion so she could discuss her new predicament with the Bijuu. They needed to figure out a plan. If she could get them to stop bickering like children first.

Mito sighed as she felt her father's chakra finally arrive to the secured room.

"Why didn't you let someone know she woke?" he demanded as he looked them both over.

"She only moved her head and was barely awake long enough to answer some basic questions."

"Oh?"

"Hm." Mito responded. "Uzumaki Juko, born of an Uzumaki mother, Namikaze Father. Twenty years old. When asked about the seal the blonde spoke of something being all gone and it being a last resort. Then something about Starting over. She still suffering from massive chakra exhaustion. It's a miracle that she's alive, let alone still alive on such low chakra reserves, well low for her, for months."

Arata sighed and rubbed his temple. "Mito, please don't interrogate the stranger alone again."

Mito beamed at her father. "Of course not."

Arata rolled his eyes, knowing far too well that his eldest would ignore his order.