Summary: In an effort to fix a future with no positive out comes, he goes back in time. Nothing goes right from the start, but as far as he's concerned, that's the story of his life. Now? Now he's not going to take anyone's shit, not even if it's huge red and fluffy.

Warnings: Blood and Gore, excessive cussing and name calling

Pairings: None so far, but always a chance of slash

P.S.: Hey guys, sorry it's been so long. This chapter is kind of a filler but hopefully you guys are still interested in this fic. Anyways, I need to plug in my laptop and start working on chapters for my other fics. Enjoy this one, Itachi wouldn't stop monologue but hey, that's what we all do when we're thinking.

Blood Stained Jester

Ciel Leon

Devil's Deception

Admittedly, Itachi figured that his situation could be worse. He could have ended up in the body of a civilian that had no way to control chakra, or perhaps ended up in the mind of the Ichibi Jinchūriki (a giant insane blood-thirsty Raccoon? Screw that, sharing a head-space with that critter was like asking for a death-wish, though Garaa-san had been an especially quiet person if the intel he'd gathered had been correct, still, it was the quiet ones you needed to watch out for. He was proof of that), or, even worse, he could've ended up in the body of a pubescent fan-girl that had no idea or concern for the amount of life or death situations said fangirl would get into if she went down the path of a shinobi.

Itachi flicked one of his fingers in agitation, kunochi were fine, hell, he'd had has ass saved by a serious female ninja several times in his lifetime, but he did not want to be stuck in the body of a fangirl. Ye gods he could already hear the shrieks and squeals.

He fought the urge to shiver before dragging his gaze back towards his sleeping companion.

If one could call the Kyuubi no Kitsune a companion.

The gigantic fuzz-it was snoozing away, the occasional snore that escaped it managing to shake the very foundations of the mental sewer (Hah! Who knew the Uzamaki brat actually had a mind that he literally couldn't get out of the gutter!). The fox was both a potential problem and a potential ally. Naruto had briefly explained to him that the Kyuubi had been under the control of one Madara Uchiha (later, everyone had found out that it was actually Obito but that wasn't currently relevant), however that didn't mean that the demon fox actually liked humans. Naruto had said that getting along with Kurama (huh, the kitsune had a name, fancy that) had been a constant tug-a-war until they had both come to a mutual agreement. An agreement that Itachi would have trouble pushing for since this Naruto was currently in diapers and Itachi wasn't a great conversationalist himself.

He didn't like people, or talking, or well any form of social interaction really unless it had been with Sasuke as a kid. Itachi had had an easy relationship with Mikoto, his mother, but when it came to Fugaku, well, even now Itachi felt the urge to maim the man he was supposed to call father. Social interactions with others was something he was horrid at, because not only did he dislike people in general, but he also was horrid at understanding them. Place a weapon in his hand, even one he hadn't used before, and he'd be able to figure out how to wield it in a week. A jutsu? Fine, he could easily make and use them. Taijutsu wasn't difficult either, though not his favorite area. Want him to direct an Anbu squad? Sure, teamwork came fairly easy when you could trust those around you to do their own jobs and not stab you in the back. Having a civilized conversation with the neighbor, on the other-hand, was something that Itachi would find both confusing and of little interest.

Sometimes, Itachi had caught himself thinking that he had been born into the wrong family, perhaps the Nara's would have suited his personality better, he wouldn't have had to go through the massacre first off and secondly, he wouldn't have been constantly pushed to go above and beyond the capabilities of those around him. Even as a child, Itachi had launched himself through the academy with the hopes that his early graduation would cause his father to ease up on Itachi's so-called 'responsibilities' as clan heir.

No such luck there.

Itachi huffed quietly and dropped his head back so it connected with the wall behind him with a soft 'thunk'.

Anyways, he had a brat to take care of, well, help, teach, something. Gah, his brain was malfunctioning at the mere thought of interacting with a kid.

Itachi didn't know how to go about fixing many of the problems that had set themselves up as roadblocks during this time. It would have been bad enough if he had been in his own body during this time frame, he would have had to either murder Danzo or convince the Third Hokage (with words, urgh) that there was another way of stopping the Uchiha's planned coup d'état. Then there was also Tobi/Madara/Obito to deal with and on top of all that there was the Akatsuki. Being stuck in the body of this universe's Itachi, he probably could have gotten a head start on everything, but while Itachi was around five years old now, he was actually stuck in the body of a baby. No walking, no talking, no training. Nothing.

He had less than seven years to manage to both contact Naruto, train him (possibly), and manage to find a solution that would break the tension between the villagers and the Uchiha.

Somehow, the task seemed impossible.

If Itachi remembered what had happened concerning the massacre correctly, this world's Itachi would be approached by Danzo sometime in the fifth month after his thirteenth birthday. He would have already brought the issue of the coup to the Hokage by then, but in the end, this younger Itachi would be given the choice to die with the traitors his clan would become or kill them himself but spare his brother.

Itachi knew, he knew, that to this Itachi there would be no other choice. He would spare Sasuke, no matter the cost (his sense of humanity be damned).

Even now, Itachi would still choose Sasuke. His little brother had and would always be one of the most important things in his life.

So really, Itachi had no way to save his clan, or his brother from the trauma. Seven years and he was stuck in the body of a baby that was unable to do anything but cry, go to the bathroom, and eat.

Seven years.

A low growl reverberated through the sewers and Itachi turned his gaze (which had been lingering sightlessly on the ceiling above him as his attention remained on his thoughts) to the Kitsune that seemed to have woken up.

Kurama snorted at him, "Finally going to pay attention flesh-bag?"

Itachi gave in and rolled his eyes.

"What do you want fuzz-it, I'm thinking."

The demon fox snorted at him, unamused even as it turned its head slightly so it could focus one if its large red eyes on him.

"Don't strain yourself, you pint-sized meals die so easily." Itachi closed his eyes briefly, as though praying for patience before returning his gaze to the ceiling. "Time-travel doesn't occur without consequences flesh-bag, maybe you should be thinking of that rather than the mess that got you into this situation in the first place, or the events you're going to attempt to change."

Itachi snorted from his position against the wall, "Everything changes fox." Kurama eyed him before blinking and focusing his gaze on the wall opposite his cage. "Somehow Flesh-bag, I don't think you understand exactly how much has changed just because you exist. Being in your own body or not, things are sure to have changed."

Narrowing his eyes, Itachi refocused on the giant fox once more.

"What exactly are you implying?"

The creature in front of him barked out a laugh that shook the very foundations of the sewers and caused dust and dirt to fall from the ceiling. "Everything could be different you moron, some of the events from your world may not occur as soon as you think, maybe they'll occur sooner or possibly never. Our brat may actually be competent instead of idiotic as you seem to believe he will be. You yourself could have possibly not been born. Or perhaps we are not in the place or time you believe us to be in."

"So you're saying that I may have come back for nothing."

The demon fox grinned back at him, all sharp teeth and malicious thought.

"Precisely."