Hello! I'm a fanfiction addict from Mexico, as you have already guessed, English is not my mother language. This is my first fic since 2003, when I opened my account here. Since then I've read many, many fics, specially from the Harry Potter, Naruto, Hikaru no Go and Death Note fandoms. My favorite categories or themes being Time-travel, Dimension-Travel and Alternate Universe.
So, if you are reading this, please review and tell me (destructive criticism is NOT appreciated) what I could do to improve, and anything that comes to your mind.
Please keep in mind that I don't have a beta, but if you know someone who is interested in the fandoms and categories I mentioned above, please recommend him/her to me. Also, the update time for this one is going to be pretty irregular, so be warned.
I'm taking 'artistic' liberty to change some minor details, and this will be a Naruto/Minato father/son bonding, possibly a Kaka/Obi (shounen ai) if you don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer: I disclaim, I don't own anything from the Naruto series, just the plot of this FAN-Fiction.
Summary: When Naruto and Kakashi are involved in an accident of dimensional proportions, oblivious to the fact that they are now in an alternate Konoha where they are both supposed to be dead, What happens when the first ones to find them are precisely the ones they wanted to see the most, but the feeling is not exactly mutual?.
Prologue -
That day I woke up earlier than normal, I jumped up abruptly from my futon and felt a stabbing pain. I gasped, sitting down again involuntarily. My head felt as if it was going to explode, saying I felt dizzy was an understatement. My vision was fuzzy, and when I turned to the alarm clock, I could barely read the intense but blurred red lines that declared it was 5:16 in the morning. I checked my forehead and realized I had a little fever, but that was unimportant at the moment. Being sick was not an option for me. Missions, wars and murders still went on regardless of my health status.
Getting up reluctantly, I headed for the sink in the bathroom, took down my mask and washed my face with ice cold water. I looked down, trying to regain my composure and clear my mind. Red droplets fell down to the water, and flowed down the white sink in a violent crimson spiral. I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror, the same one I tried to ignore everyday by covering my face. My left eye was bleeding, an old wound re-opening. For a few moments my vision turned red and black, and as quickly as it started, the bleeding suddenly stopped.
That was very disturbing indeed, and for that matter: What was that? Was it some kind of sign?.
I was never one to believe such superstitions as signs from heaven or hell, but I surely believed in curse marks and other nasty outcomes from battling against other shinobi. So I contemplated my options: I could go to the hospital at this ungodly hour, make a scene and end up being scolded by the Hokage, Tsunade-sama over nothing. Or I could wait a few hours and ask her later about this. It didn't seem as serious as I first thought: the bleeding stopped really quickly, and I was starting to feel a lot better after waking up properly. Making up my mind, I quickly rinsed my face, returned to my room and prepared to go out for a walk.
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The memorial stone. That's where everybody could find me on moments like this if they knew me well enough. It was no secret that I spent more time here than in my own apartment.
It was a few hours after the incident, I knew I had to go to Tsunade in a few moments, but this place made it difficult for me to leave. The morning was a cold one, and I knew I still had that fever. Cold currents of wind blew against my skin, making me feel as it was on fire.
Just when I decided it was enough and I was about to head to the Hokage's office, I felt a presence hiding amongst the forest on my right. It wasn't difficult to guess who could it be, I could tell he was not really trying to hide. His half-suppressed chakra signature was easy to find, and he was making a lot of noise from under the bushes, his blond hair could be clearly seen from the place I was at without making much effort. If anything, it was as if he wanted to be found.
Sighing, I called out to him – Naruto... – I said with an unimpressed voice – you can come out, I know you're there.
I heard a faint, reluctant laugh, as if he was excusing himself. I could already picture his silly expression, with eyes half closed, a dumb but sincere smile and his arm scratching the back of his head.
He made much more noise as he stepped out from the bushes, and quickly found his way to the memorial stone, his expression exactly as I predicted.
– Hello, Kakashi Sensei – He said.
– Maa, Naruto, Good Morning.– Well, wasn't it rare to see Naruto here?, I asked myself – So, what brings you here to this boring place so early when you could be at Ichiraku's having breakfast or somewhere else causing maelstrom, hmm? – I gave him one of those fake smiles to trow him off. It didn't.
– Well, I...– he paused for a second – Wait a minute, Sensei. What are you doing here at this hour? You just said that this place was boring, but you're still here – He replied boldly.
– Eh...– I was at loss. What could I reply to that?. It was a rare thing for Naruto to be this inquiring.
– I mean, Is this where you disappear off to all those times you should be somewhere on time?– he questioned.
– Well, I thought you already knew that – I tried to reply calmly, but his voice was beginning to cause me another headache– But now that I think about it, I forgot you were away from Konoha for a couple of years, and when you returned you were put on special missions with Sakura and Tenzo-san. We didn't have much time to talk, didn't we, Naruto?.
His expression changed, and his sky-blue eyes darkened a little. He fixed his gaze on the stone before him. He was pouting. As Shikamaru would say, this was a little troublesome. Maybe it was the time to tell Naruto the actual reason I always showed up late for everything. I owed it to him for paying more attention to Sasuke than him in their genin years, after all.
– I always come here when I feel there's too much on my head, and I don't exactly want to be alone. Sometimes I lose track of time, and that's why I end up being late. I know excuses are not acceptable, but still, the only thing that comes to my mind on those moments are the lousy excuses he used to make up- I stared at the spot where his name was written – I'm rambling too much, right? – I smiled at him.
– Was he one of your former teammates?– Naruto asked, looking at me with that gaze that reminded me so much of Sensei. I felt something cracking on my chest, but ignored it, and instead I just nodded.
The sunlight started to increase in intensity, and suddenly the place was so quiet that the only sounds I could hear was the falling of the leaves and my own heartbeat. Then, Naruto kneeled down the rock monument and ran his fingers through the carved names.
– I had no idea, I – I didn't expect anyone to be here, but I wanted to find...I expected to find his name here– He finished in a whisper.
I knew what he meant. I reacted in a similar way the first time I came here to look up his name. But Sensei's name was not engraved on that rock. I wondered why after making sure it was not there, checking name after name, so I went to the third Hokage and asked him.
– Let me guess, you have come here several times, and haven't found it yet?– He nodded, and looked up at me, waiting for an answer, I knew he was distressed, so I went on – I asked Sarutobi-sama once, a few months after The Incident. You see, Sensei was not an ordinary person, nor an ordinary Hokage. The reason his name is not engraved on this rock is because there's already the Hokage monument. Both of their names are engraved on a plaque up there.
– A plaque? But I always go up there, and I have never seen any plaque!.– protested Naruto.
– Yeah, well. You were always too hyperactive and dense to notice anything like that in your academy years. But you see, Naruto, the Hokage monument is there to remind us of heroes, of great people who saved million of lives giving up their own. It is a monument to sacrifice, and devotion to the village. Minato sensei was a great Hokage and a great shinobi. – I could clearly see the Hokage monument, it was like a miracle that it remained intact after the attack of Pain a few months ago. Naruto was also looking in that direction, as if he could see those people and even beyond them.
– But that's not everything he was. The few of us who knew him in person, we saw his kindness, his strength, his weaknesses...We all know that he was much more than all that.
And we all realized that after he was gone, I thought. After the realization that we couldn't see nor talk to those people that mattered anymore, that's when most of us came into our senses. But most of times, it was too late. And that made me feel like a failure, to have failed them, my teammates and my important ones when they needed me the most was the thought that plagued my mind all of my life.
– "Look around you. Without the people of Konoha, without the Will of Fire, these monuments are nothing but empty rocks. Our heroes, families, teammates and even our enemies: for them the best monument and memento is the one we keep inside ourselves, to keep them with you and never forget. Even if our homes are crushed, our buildings smashed down and our heroes long dead, the Will of Fire will keep on living in each and every Konoha Citizen. That is our strength and our hope to pass on to future generations." That is what the Third told me when I asked him about Sensei – I told Naruto. In his sad expression it was clear that he was remembering the Third. They always were really close. – So, even if their names are not physically carved on this rock, the Will of Fire that lived within them is now with you, wherever you go, always.
For some reason this kind of sentimental speech always left me exhausted, but today,adding that to my fever and growing headache was taking its toll in me.
– Keh, you are right, Sensei! – Said Naruto, looking ar me with a relaxed smile– I know why they did it. It was so they could give the village and me a future, They told me they lived a happy life, no matter what until the end. And I will do the same, live my life to the fullest, with no regrets until the day we can meet again– He frowned, then– It's just that sometimes I wish that I could have been more time here, that they were still here.
I understood what he meant, ans I honestly wished for the same.
– I know– I murmured, and turned my eyes to that name on the memorial – Obito...
Immediately after that, I felt a stabbing pain on my left eye. So intense and so sudden, that I fell into my knees. Naruto Hurried over, placed a hand on my shoulder and asked:
– Sensei! What's wrong?
– I...I-I'm not feeling ok– was the only coherent response I could give him.
– Do you need me to call somebody? , Or take you to Baachan?– He asked with a very concerned voice.
– I think that..– The pain was so intense that I stopped talking midway, and my hands started shaking. I could feel the blood running through my face, from my left eye. No, from Obito's eye.
Seconds later, my chakra began to feel unstable, I could hear Naruto shouting something, but I couldn't understand it. I felt...Detached.
My chakra started to let on power surges, creating strong gusts of red and black wind that carried dust and pebbles from the ground. A second kind of red, violent energy was incorporating itself to the phenomenon.
I looked at Naruto, who seemed terrified, and realized how close he actually was. He was using his hands to keep me looking at him in the eyes.
–What the?... Sensei! Look at me, Sensei, please!– he was desperate to get a response out of me.– I already sent a kage-bunshin to fetch Baachan, just hold on!.– I looked up and realized we were inside a chakra barrier, it's size fluctuating dangerously.
The chakra surges were random, and appeared to be disintegrating everything they touched. I came at the dawning realization that it was my Mangekyo. It was activated and uncontrollable, but the second kind of energy came from Naruto himself, and whatever was the cause, it was powering up somehow the ability of my Mangekyo and quickly draining Naruto's chakra. We tried to break free, but it was useless, We were at the eye of the storm.
And as sudden as it started, it all came to a halt. After watching Naruto lose consciousness before me, my vision turned black, and then there was nothing.