A/N: Hey there! Thank you all for the reviews, favs and follows! You made me want to update faster xD I'm back with a new chapter. I decided to make this one just for fun, please tell me your thought about it. The character (Hamaki Mimura) is a canon character, 3rd shinobi war veteran. He seemed like a nice choice for this chapter. Also, please tell me whether you want for Minato to survive or not. Kushina is, unfortunately, very much dead. If Minato does live, then Naruto'll be different (a bit like that Menma jerk) and he won't be in the main cast.

Also, I changed rating from M to T 'cuz idk if this is actually violent enough for an M-rated story. If it is, please tell me. Please tell me your thoughts on this chapter; it's my first time writing a 3rd POV one, hehe. Love you all!

Thank you Azumeria Skye and L'hermine bretonne for the reviews!

L'hermine bretonne: idk if my message got to you (FF on my phone seems to like living its own life), so also gonna answer here. Thank you very much, dear! I try xD his first death is kinda what I imagine mine to be, hehe. I explained about Minato above, up too tou guys to choose. He's an interesting character and Naruto deserves a childhood. And I'm a Russian native speaker C;

'…smth…' – thinking

See the end of the chapter for translations. *

Disclaimer: don't own Naruto.

Warnings: violence, death and graphic description of it, a bit of language.

Mimura Hamaki – 3rd POV

I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn't exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It's beautiful and doomed. - Viv Albertine

The ninth of October. It started of as any other day. Citizens of Konoha woke up with the dawn. The shops were opened, Genin were sent on D-ranks, Chūnin continued with their job, mostly desk ones. Jōnin were given tasks of outmost importunace.

For many it was a normal day. At least it began as such. But it wasn't for Yondaime Hokage and his wife. After all, it was the day their child was supposed to be born.

The morning went by, passing as usual. Mimura Hamaki was a Jōnin of Konoha, one of the best it could offer. He fought alongside the Yondaime himself, survived the hardest battles during the Third Shinobi War. He was a truly strong shinobi and he knew it. But even he wasn't prepared for the hell to come on that faithful day.

He was having one of the few days off. It was a rare occurrence and he liked to make the most out of it. He woke up early, his mental clock denying him a chance to sleep in. Groaning, he got up. He decided to go for civilian clothes and start the day with getting breakfast at one of Konoha's teashops.

Even though he was a shinobi, he was a clanless one, coming from a civilian family. Thus he was living in a civilian district, even after his parents' demise in a terrorist attack during the Second Shinobi War. In fact, it was better than clan district in some ways: it was quieter, cheaper and had better infrastructure. Hell, even the Yondaime preferred to live in a civilian district and that's saying something.

His district is closer to the center, leaving him with an enormous variety of teashops. Rather than going for the closest one, he chose a petite, pleasant one at the corner. It seemed like a private teashop, the one owned by that girl – was it Midori, or Miori, or Hiori… yes, Hiori! – since her parents died. It used to be the first floor of their house before the girl renovated the place. He went there sometimes, a decent place with a calming ambience – a heaven for shinobi, he mused.

So, settling on that teashop, he entered the place. The air was warm while the aroma had honey notes in it. There were six tables total, only two of them occupied. Opting for the one near the wall, Hamaki sat down. Not a second later a young woman in her late twenties came up to his table. Het hair was chestnut and short, while her eyes were icy blue. She had a happy smile plastered on her face and bounced in her step.

"Hi! Welcome to our teashop! Would you like anything to drink or eat?" asked Hiori cheerfully. She held a notepad in her left hand and a pen in her right. She was looking at him, making him blush the slightest bit.

"Morning. I'd like," he paused, thinking over it, "gyokuro tea and a botchan dango platter, please."

"Sure. It'll be ready shortly." Said Hiori after scribing the order in her notepad.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Luckily, he didn't meet any of his acquaintances there, gaining the dose of peace he needed so much. Afterwards, he paid and left, bidding farewell to the owner of the place and going his way.

He took his time, planning to go to an onsen and rest for a while, before the meeting he sat up with his friends a few days ago.

Choosing one of the best hotels in Konoha, he started towards it. Even though he's a shinobi, he can't just Shunshin there. In fact, only those on duty can use techniques while in civilian districts. It's due to civilians' fear for shinobi and their power, no matter what they do.

A while passed. It was nearing sunset when he departed from the onsen. He spent a few precious hours there, taking his time to relax, even though it was a bit hard , considering all the perverted teens and their Gama-sennin club. 'Pff,' he mused, 'they've never seen the pervert in real life – and he's feared by all the other nations! Kami help us.'

This is how he found himself strolling through the streets of Konohagakure, heading home for a change of clothes and lunch.

Nothing was off. It was supposed to be one of his rare days off, but his fucking luck got the short strand of a straw.

He was nearing the corner of his street when a suffocating chakra filler the air, stopping even him – a seasoned Jōnin, nonetheless – in his tracks. It felt like pure evil, feeling him with fear. It was so eerie, eery feeling filling his whole body.

Not a single person dared to move. Everyone stopped, their bodies not able to move in such presence. It was dreadfully quiet.

That's when the demon – no, a bijū – moved, over them, appearing right in the center of Konoha. Kyūbi no Kitsune roared through the skies, its enormous form towering over Konoha as whole, its huge nine tails destroying everything in its way.

Hell on earth broke loose.

People started to scream and run – but there was nowhere to run to. Hamaki knew that he needed to help, as it was his duty as a shinobi. But how could he help now? He was in civilian clothes, his uniform abandoned at home with his weapons. But the civilians were screaming, buildings were falling, the ground shaking. So he moved.

Faster than a human's eye can comprehend, Hamaki appeared near a civilian man and pushed him out of harm way. Then he moved to help a child, but even his speed was nothing in comparison to a bijū's might. He was just too slow.

The boy died right in front of him, his body crushed beyond recognition. His skull broke, blood coating the ground.

A mere child died. And he was not the only victim.

As Hamaki went on, trying to save as many as he could, but it was still a losing battle – a human against the strongest demon. His body still shook, the presence of the demon strangling him, making him slower than ever. There were too many dead already, bodied covering the ground beneath him. He looked up and saw true hell.

A woman with half of her body completely destroyed; a girl, her arm and leg missing, blood pouring out of the wound and eyes dull; an elderly man, decapitated, his brains covering the walls. A young teenage boy, his innards falling out, him trying to keep them inside and failing, dying slowly; an infant, his lower half completely destroyed with a tents that exploded to pieces, his screaming still fresh in Hamaki's mind; an adult woman, a brick shattering her temple, her brains all over the floor, her eye popping out and her daughter holding her close to her chest, sobbing, calling out for her mother.

As Hamaki went on, only more corpses were met, many were dying. He saw a huge chakra bomb flash over the village, the power making him feel so small. Yet he still sent as many wounded with Genins and Chūnins as he could, trying to help others. That's when he hears a building collapse and a scream, a child's scream.

He turned around and was faced with a toddler, no older than two. He had pale skin, black hair and different eyes: one blue, another red. He wasn't moving or screaming anymore, even with his leg bent at a wrong angle, definitely broken. No, he was utterly quiet, his eyes glued to the remains of the building and-

Hiori. The owner of the teashop he visited just today, recalling her cheerful personality. Her body was mangled beyond recognition, spiked piercing her body, her innards covering the floor, her skull crushed with a brick. Her eyes, always so alive, were unfocused and dull. Blood was seeping from her mouth, and skull, and body. She was dead, completely destroyed.

He turned back to the kid, who was completely quiet, tears streaming down his cheeks. 'So young,' Hamaki pitied, 'and knows death already. Too young.'

That's when he heard a mild call from the boy and stilled. 'No…' he wished he was wrong, that it was a mistake, but it wasn't. The boy said "B-ba-chan?", as if not believing the scene he witnessed.

Hamaki came closer, but the boy had yet to make a move. His eyes were blank, face shocked. He picked the boy up, holding him close to his chest, trying to cover his eyes. He could feel the kid's sniffling calm down, falling asleep from exhaustion and pain. Looking around, Hamaki found no lower ranked shinobi to take the kid to the shelter, leaving him with only one option.

He took to the rooftops, trying and failing to ignore Kyūbi's roars that pieced through the sky. He was still inwardly shaking from the sight, but the adrenaline and experience helped him keep his pace and his body in control.

The boy in his arms was clutching onto his shirt even in his sleep, eyes still puffy from the crying. His heart was filled with compassion for the child – Kiyoshi's son. He recognized his father in the child; his left eye color and face features looking just like the lively Tokubetsu Jōnin's. He knew that the boy's mother died right after childbirth, and he saw the boy's father die, sharing the same division.

There was another roar and he utilized a Shunshin again, making his way to the shelters with an orphan in his arms. He got almost tripped over a building that started to collapse, but was fast enough to only strain an ankle. The pain meant nothing when there was a monster out there, killing hundreds, maybe thousands just because.

As Hamaki stepped into the territory close to the entrance to the shelters in the Hokage Monuments, Uchiha police officers helped him up and took the kid from him. One of them turned to him with a questioning glare.

"Who are you and who's the kid? What is your situation?" Asked the officer in a hasty manner.

Turing his head to stare at the officer, Hamaki started, "Mimura Hamaki, Jōnin of Konohagakure. Today was supposed to be my day of," he said, snarling a bit, " and the kid's Amachi, don't remember his name. His is an orphan, found him near his aunt's corpse. He was in shock, might need therapy. Has a broken hip bone. Passed out on our way here. I only have a strained ankle."

Hamaki was feeling that power was leaving his, his chakra almost completely depleted after the amount of Shunshins he utilized.

The officer looked at him, his glare replaced with a sympathetic look. "We'll take the kid to the medics. Thank you very much, Mimura-san." Said the officer and gestured for the one holding the child to take him away.

Hamaki smiled at the police officer. 'Seems my job here is done… might as well rest for a bit.' He thought as he slipped into unconsciousness, the Uchihas calling out for him somewhere far away.

* gyokuro – Japanese tea

botchan dango – Japanese snack

Shunshin – Body Flicker Technique

Gama-sennin – Toad sage

Bijū – tailed beast

Kyūbi no Kitsune – Nine Tailed Fox

A/N: Yay! Thank you very much guys, I love you very much. I hope you liked this chapter, next one's gonna continue with Isamu's POV and we're getting closer to the main arcs!

Please tell me your thought on this one. Ja ne!