Fifth chapter is here! I'm so sorry for this ridiculous delay! Work and School are so hectic! I swear I will try and update sooner! FORGIVE ME

So someone asked in the last chapter what happens to Hashirama and Nawaki. Well in the third chapter Ichigo says that he gave them a proper soul burial. So they're in Rukongai now. Also, I've changed some things with his sword and stuff...the whole shikai thing. Relax guys, it'll all work out...trust me.

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Eight years later...

Aizen Sousuke was a heartless bastard, there was no arguing that fact. He was a calculating man, who had the skill to rip apart almost any captain. If it was one good thing that could be said about him, it was that he was a terrific actor. For years, he had played the unassuming vice-captain of the fifth division, seemingly ordinary and kindhearted. Yet this was the farthest from the truth that anyone could have been. Aizen Sousuke's every move was preplanned by him. He never made an unnecessary action. To him, everything was part of the 'plan' that he had. So when Ichimaru Gin had first told him about the shinigami living in the real world named 'Naruto', immediately warning signs flashed in his head. This kid would screw up everything, though he didn't know that yet. He knew that Ururu and Jinta were still alive, yet the boy named Naruto was an enigma. Where did he come from? Who brought him here? And more.

The fact that Ururu and Jinta were not dead troubled him greatly. He had taken great lengths to make sure that they had died, yet it seemed it was not so. Those two, plus this Naruto boy needed to be killed, and fast. However there was one thing he found odd. No matter how many hollows he sent out in that area, they never reached the trio. It was as if someone knew what he was doing and countered his every move. In actuality, he highly doubted anyone knew exactly what he was doing, but he suspected those such as Urahara Kisuke or Kurosaki Isshin were wary of his movements. But still, even those two could not stop every hollow attack in Konoha. This meant that an even higher power was looking over the town, perhaps even Yamamoto himself. If indeed this was true, then that posed several problems for the four-eyed, back stabbing, son of a bitch.

Said man sat in his lair, the location was unknown to all except for those he allowed through. Eight years had passed since he had discovered the existence of Naruto. He still didn't know who the kid was or where he had come from. One thing was sure though, the kid wasn't Ururu or Jinta's.

Aizen growled in frustration as he stared at the screens in front of him that monitored Soul Society as well as the human world. He had tried to see what his three problems were doing at the moment, but to no avail. When he had learned about Naruto's existence, he had immediately had Gin plant a device that would act as a TV screen of some sort. But it seemed as though someone had placed a seal on the house that allowed no one to see what was going on. Naruto was an enigma, and he hated enigmas. The last enigma that he had tried to destroy was Urahara Kisuke. Yet somehow, he had failed to have the man banished or exiled.

Aizen removed the glasses that he used for show. Sighing, he turned the screens off and leaned back in his chair. Today, clearly nothing was going to happen. Why bother?

Oh Aizen, how wrong you are...

Somewhere Near Konoha, Late Afternoon

He could sense the electricity in the air, swirling about every object in his path like a tornado. Nature herself was bending to his whim and fancy. He fingered one of his insanely long locks, onyx eyes staring out into the nothingness in front of him. He was so close yet so far. Soon though, soon he would have his revenge against that pathetic village. The same village his ancestors and himself had helped create, the same village that had scorned him and the rest of his clan. They were the reason why his brother was dead. It was time to show Konoha exactly what he thought of them.

He let out a small sigh before putting his hands in a two fingered seal causing an orange spiraled mask to pop out of nowhere. Anyone could tell that this man practically radiated power and to cross him was suicidal.

He donned the mask, making sure that no unwanted hair stuck out anywhere. His hair was one of his most striking and recognizable features after all.

Soon, he thought. Soon I will get my revenge for you, my brother, my clan. Mark my words, the clan of Uchiha Madara will continue on in times of great peril. Just wait Konoha...Uchiha Madara is coming for you.

The man's eyes flashed red for a second. Today, Konoha would burn.

Konoha...same time...the house

October 10th was a glorious day in the shinigami household. Today was the birth of one known as Urahara-Shihoin Naruto. It was his 88th birthday. The birthday boy was currently in his backyard, training away with his sword, Rakurai Senpu. In eight years, he had grown quite a bit, both physically and mentally. Over the past eight years, Ichigo had come down about five times to help Naruto with his sword training. He had explained to Naruto about the three forms of the sword: neutral, shikai, and bankai. Naruto remembered that Ichigo's zanpakuto was always in its shikai form from when Jinta and Ururu had first told him he was a shinigami.

Training with his shikai was the first of his priorities. It turns out his shikai command, okiro (awaken) was the same one his father used. Funny how that works. Rakurai had told him about the versatility of his sword. Simply saying the command wasn't enough, you actually had to do something with it. Only in very rare cases did this not happen. Naruto's shikai command changed the shape of his zanpakuto into something that resembled a lightning bolt. It turns out that his sword was capable of creating lightning at whim. It was never exhausted out of the supply of lightning, and Naruto had actually influenced the weather a couple of times, much to his siblings' chagrin. Wind was the second element that his sword possessed. Simply a slash with his blade was capable of creating winds that neared 150 mph. The mystery behind the symbol of a whirlpool mystified him though. Water had never played a part in any of this. The only way water related back to the sword was through the golden ocean in his mind. He recalled the way Rakurai had turned the water into ice when first training him. Perhaps there was a deeper connection.

His parents still didn't have the balls to visit him face to face, though Jinta did say that they came down a couple times a year to see him. Naruto hoped they realized that his parents weren't making it easier for him to forgive them. They were making things worst. He surmised that Ichigo hadn't told them that he knew who they were.

But in a way, that was fine for him. In twelve years he would re-enter the world he was born in so that he could give his parents a piece of his mind. Don't get Naruto wrong here. He did love his parents, but wounds ran very deep. Abandoning a child will obviously leave damage on the kid.

Of course, Yoruichi and Kisuke also understood that their son would most likely want to pummel them to the ground. Ichigo and Isshin had beat that into them. So they decided that it would be best to let him decide what he wanted to do. It would take some time for him to accept being their son, and they would not pressure him.

This is pointless, Sen. I've mastered this technique ages ago. Naruto's annoyed voice irritated the sentient being that was his sword.

Imbecile! You say you've mastered this technique, yet you have yet to prove to me how! The sword sent him a sharp jab through their 'shared' mindscape. One of the interesting aspects of their relationship was that the two would always communicate like so. It was very rare for a shinigami to be so in tune with their zanpakuto that they could send emotions through the bond while not being in a shikai or bankai state. Ichigo had told him that his sword talked to him when he was in times of great peril or something like that. Zangestu pulled him into his mind when Ichigo needed to be taught a very important lesson.

C'mon Sen. Please... Sen received a mental image of Naruto pouting. He cringed inwardly. That was so...wrong. The boy was too old to pout for Kami's sake! He was 88 years old, not five! But eventually he relented.

Fine, but just because it's your birthday...tomorrow, we train double!

Naruto grinned and let the sword dissolve into spirit particles, feeling content with his ability to debate with sentient beings.

He sauntered back into the house where his siblings were.

Ururu and Jinta gave the boy a nod as he plopped down at the dining table, ready to enjoy the night ahead of him.

He got himself a cup of tea from the pot and stole an onigiri from Jinta's plate, much to his chagrin. Naruto settled down, watching the birds soar through the clear sky.

Today really had been a beautiful day. The weather had been perfect for training, and Naruto had exploited that fact. He had either trained with Jinta or himself.

The trio ate in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Naruto broke it. "I think I'm going to visit Kushina-chan and Minato-kun later tonight. Kushina's having a baby any day now, and it's been a week since my last visit."

His siblings nodded, briefly glancing at him. Those two, Kushina and Minato, held a special place in Naruto's heart. They were like younger siblings, even if physically they looked older.

When Minato had noticed that Naruto wasn't aging, he had pestered the blond until he told Minato his secret. Minato was floored that Naruto was actually a Shinigami who was much older than he was, nearly sixty years. Kushina was also taken into confidence on this subject. She however, had some inkling that Naruto was not human because she had encountered a shinigami by the name of Kuchiki Rukia when her mother had died. Kushina had the ability to see what the normal shinobi couldn't, something rare among shinobi as they had little to no spiritual energy. Apparently this Rukia was a very good 'friend' of Ichigo according to Jinta.

Still, Kushina was taken aback by Naruto. He still only looked to be twelve while they were in their late twenties. When they were both younger, Naruto was their 'nii-chan'. They stopped calling him that a long time ago.

He had been sad at first, because Minato had been the first person to call him big brother rather than the other way around. But he realized that it would be ridiculous for someone who looked double your age to refer to you as a big brother. That didn't mean that Naruto didn't scold those two the same way a big brother would, or that he didn't threaten Minato with castration if he ever treated Kushina wrong. It was the only thing he could do.

Minato and Kushina had gotten married a year back when both were thirty one. Naruto had attended as a civilian. They had a private party for themselves later on, just the three of them. It was nearly crashed by a certain drunk Toad Sennin, but luckily, Tsunade was there to stop him.

The three of them got together every week for Ramen. The owner of the shop, Ichiraku, had very bluntly asked Naruto why he didn't age, and Naruto had told him the truth. The man was delighted that he was acquaintances with a real Shinigami! Naruto was pleasantly surprised to learn that his daughter, Ayame, was named because of the Iris Flower that Naruto had given the man all those years back.

It also turned out that Ayame had a very unique gift that was slightly different than Kushina's. She could sense and see auras around people. Each aura, according to her, varied from person to person, but there was a certain commonality that humans had. Ayame immediately noted that Naruto's aura was not like everyone's at all, not even like the Hokage's His aura felt too...untainted to her. She, being three years of age, deduced that Naruto was something like an angel because his aura was so golden, purer than anyone's she had seen, except that of a newborn child's.

Only three adults and one child knew exactly who Naruto was, and they would carry his secret to the grave.

Kushina had even decided that if the baby was a boy, then his name would be Naruto as well.

If it was a girl, the name would be Mito, after her great grand aunt and the wife of Hashirama, the man who Ichigo had sent off to Rukongai along with Nawaki.

A hand on Naruto's shoulder made him look up. Jinta's warm eyes bore into his own, a mischievous grin on his handsome face.

"Naaruuttoo!" He sang.

The man child grimaced. He knew that tone. It was the tone that Jinta used when he was in a particularly good mood, or the one he used when he knew that he was about to do something that other people would consider borderline insane. And if you lived with Ururu, these things that he did were inviting a painful death...that involved the slow castration of manly parts coupled with a woman's insane laughter.

No, this wasn't a lie. Naruto still had nightmares of Ururu chasing Jinta around the house with her Zanpakuto in its Shikai state, her high pitched, cruel laugh echoing through the cottage after he had shredded a pair of her favorite panties.

He still had no idea how Jinta had managed to do that... and he didn't want to find out.

"Nani, nii-chan?" He asked with apprehension.

Jinta waggled his eyebrows at the blond. "Well, you're sister and decided that since today is your birthday...and we are your brother and sister, why don't we all go into town together? It's been some time since we've done things like a family you know?"

Naruto broke out into a smile. It had been a long time since they had all gone out togetjer. Today was a welcome change to being alone in town. "I quite like that idea!" He exclaimed. "You two can even meet Minato and Kushina properly!"

"Indeed we can, Naru-chan!" Ururu agreed. She had just finished her breakfast and put the dirty dishes in the sink. "You mentioned that Kushina-san is pregnant and that her baby will come any day. She will likely need much help. I would be happy to give it to her."

Naruto nodded. "Yeah, she's going to need it. Minato said that her pregnancy would be very difficult." His eyes shown with sadness for the girl he had come to care for in the past two decades as a sister.

"Oh, and why is that?" Jinta asked, popping the last onigiri into his mouth.

Naruto sighed. "Her tale is one of intrigue and sadness. I don't know if it's my place to tell it, but she wouldn't mind if I did. It's not like you would go about blabbing it the entire world."

Now his two siblings were interested. they never got caught up in human affairs too much, but this was an exception. Both of them dragged the boy off to the sitting room and they themselves became quite comfortable.

He looked at them, amused. "Kami, I didn't expect you both to be the gossipy-type!"

Ururu huffed and smoothed her pin straight pig-tails. "We're not. We haven't any juicy information about humans in a while. We'll take what we can get."

Naruto laughed and made himself comfortable as well. "Alright. Well, I suppose I should start with her history. Kushina was from the former Whirlpool Country, hence her last name of Uzumaki. The Uzumaki Clan and Senju Clan, the founding Clan of this village were distantly related, and that relation was made even closer by Uzumaki Mito marrying Senju Hashirama, the first Hokage of the Fire Country. Mito-sama was Kushina's great grand-aunt. I don't know if you remember a terrible fight that occurred here, between someone named Uchiha Madara and Hashirama, but it happened some seventy years ago. In that fight, Uchiha Madara summoned something known as a Bijuu, or tailed beast. Madara summoned the Kyuubi no Yoko, or Kyuubi no Kitsune, the Nine-tailed Fox, strongest of all the Bijuu."

At this, both Ururu and Jinta paled and shot covert glances at each other. THE TAILED BEASTS? Kami above. Naruto didn't notice and kept on going.

"Anyway, because Mito-sama belonged to the Uzumaki Clan that was known for its Fuinjutsu and long life, came up with a seal to place the Nine-tailed fox within herself. They lived for a very long time, Mito-sama more than Hashirama. When Mito figured out that she was dying, she needed to find a new host for the Kyuubi. The host needed to be someone of Uzumaki descent because only they would survive the painful process of the sealing. And who better than Kushina herself, Mito's direct relative? Kushina was brought to Konoha after Whirlpool was destroyed for this soul purpose. The Kyuubi was sealed in her, and Mito died a couple months after the transfer. It was some time afterward that she met Minato. She even proclaimed that she was going to be the first female Hokage..."

Jinta gripped the side of his seat. Why didn't they look into human affairs sooner? This was beyond anything they had imagined...

Naruto chuckled as he was hit by a memory of a fiery red-headed girl chasing a blond boy who looked very much like him with a loaf of stale bread, threatening to make mincemeat out of him for calling her a TOMATO. "It took some time for them to fall in love, but anyone could see how infatuated he was with her and vice versa. They started going out when they were seventeen. Ten years after that, Minato had his own team, was being called Konoha no Kiroii Senko, and well on his way to becoming the youngest Hokage in history. Kushina too was one of the most powerful Kunoichi in Konoha. She was head of the ANBU- that's Ansastsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai, Konoha's Black Ops. It deals with Assassination and Tactical support. Them getting married and having a child is the most wonderful part of it all."

The blond looked expectantly up at his siblings only to see that their faces were drawn and white. They looked like they had just seen a ghost.

"What's wrong guys? Is everything okay..." He asked concernedly. The expressions on his siblings faces were not what he had expected.

Jinta took a shuddering breath that was supposed to calm him down. Normally, he couldn't have cared less, but this was different. The Tailed Beasts themselves...who would have thought! In Soul Society these beings were something akin to Gods. Why did humans have them? And why were Gods sealed in mere mortals?

Ururu hesitated before talking. "Naruto...the information that you just told us...it's a very big shock." At the boy's blank face, she went on. "Ever since we were children and went to the Academy, we were taught about the Bijuu. In our society, the Bijuu are said to be on the same level as Kami himself because it was Kami who created them. Legend has it that he made one being, known to humans and us as the Rikudo Sennin or Sage of the Six Paths. He was the one who harnessed the power of the Bijuu. But the power was overwhelming to this universe. Earth was not capable of sustaining his power output. The polarity of the Earth was changing because of him. So, with the assistance of Kami, he split his powers in nine. And these masses of energy became known as the Bijuu. Each Bijuu took on the shape of an animal. Shukaku was the One tailed Raccoon. The Nibi was a Nekotama and so on until it reached the Kyuubi, the Nine-tailed Demon Fox. For your friend Kushina to have such a magnificent being sealed in her...well, she is practically the vessel of Kami on Earth whether she knows it or not!"

Naruto gaped at Ururu. He had never heard this before! "Seriously? So that means that the Uzumaki and Senju Clans must be descended from the Rikudo Sennin. If what you say is true, then only their bodies will be able to sustain the Bijuu. In fact, I think I'm right. You see, the Senju Clan's Leader, Hashirama had a special ability to use Mokuton Jutsus. Kushina told me some time back that those of Senju ancestry, especially with the Mokuton were capable of restraining the Bijuu. In the fight between Uchiha Madara and Hashirama, the Uchiha summoned the Kyuubi. I believe that using his Wood Release Kekkei Genkai (bloodline) Hashirama was able to halt the Kyuubi long enough for Mito to seal it in her body. If my logic is correct, then the Uchiha must also be descended from the Sennin. The Uchiha's Kekkei Genkai is known as the Sharingan, and it lets them copy essentially non-bloodline based movement. It also can control someone using highly powerful illusions. This Madara fellow controlled the Kyuubi in that way, through his illusions. Kushina is genetically predisposed to controlling the Kyuubi from her Senju and Uzumaki relations."

Naruto was in full 'Kisuke' mode right now. This meant in full lecture mode right now, just spewing out conclusions from a given premise. He was putting his genetically predisposed analytical mind to work. There was just one thing that was bothering him...

"Ne, Kushina always told time that the Kyuubi was a malevolent creature that threatened to 'rip her to shreds' when she gained full control of him. If he is a God, then why does he act so...so...jerkish?"

"Jerkish?" Jinta asked teasingly. "For the son of the smartest man in Seireitei, you use the word 'jerkish'?"

Naruto flushed but stared at his brother defiantly. "What's it to you? The meaning was still the same wasn't it? You could still understand me so just answer the damn question!"

"No need to get all pissy on me Naruto..." Jinta muttered.

"Pissy...honestly nii-chan, you've lived with me for eighty-eight years and you use the word 'pissy?'" Naruto snickered at his brother's face. It was nearly as red as his hair.

Before Jinta could retort, Ururu slapped him upside the head. He clutched his throbbing head and glared at Ururu. "What was that for?"

"Shut up! Both of you! Your conversation has NOTHING to do with Naruto's question. It was you who started this so I slapped you!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Honestly!" When none of her boys said anything, she continued. "Naruto, if you were a God, would you honestly like being sealed in a human?"

The blond shook his head.

"Then if you were supposedly the most powerful being in the world, would you want to be controlled by a mere human?"

Another shake.

"Well then, that answers your question. He's obviously grumpy from being held captive by humans for so long."

"But how do humans have the power to subdue him?"

"You said it yourself Naruto. They are descended from the Rikudo Sennin. That man or being was a God himself. By blood, these people are more than humans. That's why they have this ability. The trait to control these beings is stronger in some than others. Some may not even have the ability."

A thoughtful silence fell over the family. It seemed as though humans were not quite as 'humany' as they seemed. Naruto still had a lot to learn about the human world, and this was his chance to do so.

Really Naruto? Humany? His sword decided to speak now.

Not you too! It's my birthday...just give me a break!

Hmm, maybe later then...

"Well, this chat has been most enlightening. I'll ask Kushina more about it today. Maybe she has other information. When can we go into the village?" He really wanted to see the humans who had become family in twenty five years.

Jinta smiled. "How about in two or three hours? It's only around 10:00. Anyway, we have something to give you...and now's a great time to gift it to you." He grabbed hold of Naruto's arm and literally dragged the boy out of the room before he could even respond.

A second later (because of Shunpo) all three of them were in the backyard with Jinta covering his eyes.

"What's wrong with you people?" He asked in exasperation. He didn't like being kept in suspense too much.

"Alright Jinta, take your hands off of him!" He heard Ururu's voice. The pressure on his eyes was lifted. In front of him stood his brother and sister, holding a pair of dark black robes. His eyes widened. Was that what he thought it was?

"You...this...i mean..."

Ururu grinned. "See Jinta, I told you he would be struck speechless!"

His face was a mirror image of her own. "Do you like your gift?"

The question didn't need to be asked because Naruto's face described all of his emotions. Now, you may be asking yourself, what eighty-eight year old respectable shinigami would enjoy receiving clothes for his birthday? Luckily, Naruto wasn't the average shinigami, and these weren't average clothes. These were the robes of a true shinigami, the robes that Ururu and Jinta wore in their shinigami avatar. This was the mark of a shinigami.

The two of them were tackled by an ecstatic Naruto. "Thank you thank you thank you!" He chanted over and over again. Without another word, he grabbed the robes and shunpoed back to the house to put the robes on.

A couple seconds later, he was back, in full shinigami mode, sword and all.

Jinta whistled while Ururu, being a woman who was also PMS-ing at the moment, had tears in her eyes. Both of them thought that Naruto looked exactly like Kisuke did when he was younger and starting off at the academy. The only thing different was the hairstyle.

His robes complemented his tan skin, and enhanced the whisker marks on his cheeks. The sword that he so dearly treasured was in its sheath by his hip. The Shihoin and Urahara emblems rested on either shoulder. The two of them had specifically requested to Yoruichi and Kisuke to have these robes manufactured for the boy through Ichigo.

"They were made for you by your parents." Jinta stated softly.

Naruto froze. His parents had made these for him, his first real gift from them. He looked to his shoulders. He recognized the Shihoin emblem immediately, fingering the medallion that was still around his neck. That meant the other one was the Urahara insignia. His reiatsu flared slightly, adhering to his emotional state. "They couldn't have given this themselves I suppose." Naruto's tone was bitter. Eighty-eight years, in eighty-eight years he had seen neither hide nor hair of his parents, yet they seemed to visit him every so often. Would it kill them to actually stick around next time?

A glance was exchanged between the two older shinigami. "Naruto...you have every right to be downright evil to them. But...but when you do meet them, just please give them a chance. They...they're scared Naruto. They're scared of what you might think of them, they're scared if you will abandon them just like they did to you. Hear them out...please. You don't have to like what they say, just listen. They love you, more than you will ever know. And it's because of that love that Yoruichi-taichou gave you to us." Ururu said gently, putting a hand on his his head, ruffling his hair slightly.

The boy said nothing but Ururu could see that his eyes glistened with the emotions he refused to let out.

"Do you hate them now?" Jinta asked.

That question seemed to unbind the boy from whatever unseen force that had frozen him. "No. I don't. I love them. At least I know that they actually care." Without another word, he turned on his heel and vanished in a flash, no doubt to his room, where he could truly ponder the issues that had bothered him so.

Jinta sighed. "We never even gave him our present." From his pocket, he pulled a book out. The title of it was The Tales of an Utterly Gutsy Ninja by Jiraiya, Konoha's Toad Sage. "The main character is named Naruto as well. He would have enjoyed it a lot." A somber expression was on the red haired shinigami's face.

"Give him time Jinta. He's been through quite a bit. Knowing that his mother abandoned him, and never showed him her face is...painful." Ururu said, grabbing his hand.

The two of them silently made their way back to the house, thinking about their blond brother.

In his room, Naruto had changed back into his usual outfit, the black robes on his bed. He wanted to burn them, but he didn't as well. He really did love them. It made him feel like a true shinigami, and not just some 'wannabe' version. He had always admired Jinta and Ururu's robes, and was very envious of them. Now, he could finally look like them, but there was no satisfaction that came with it. He felt hollow.

Just one time, just once he wanted to see the faces of those who had conceived him, and then he could die happy. Not even a decade ago he had FINALLY learned his parents names. What child doesn't know their own parents names for eight decades...Naruto didn't.

This was just getting too ridiculous. Ururu and Jinta, and even Ichigo were better 'parents' then his own were. When he was younger, he had longed to call Ururu and Jinta 'Kaa-chan and Tou-chan.' But he didn't in fear of what they would say. Now, it would sound odd to call them Mom and Dad.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. "Naru-chan. Do you want to talk?" Ururu's voice was slightly muffled because of the closed door.

Naruto scowled at the door. "No thanks nee-chan. I'll come out when I want to. I'm sorry for acting like a baby...but please, just leave me alone." He heard some shuffling at the door as well as Jinta saying something to Ururu, but in a couple moments it was gone. Their reiatsu was getting farther away from his door.

He let out a breath. Naruto knew that they meant well, and he knew that he was over reacting, but he couldn't help it. Sometimes he wanted to act like a child...let it all out...throw a tantrum. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

The boy scowled. This wasn't how he pictured his birthday to go. If he didn't make such a big deal out of it, it would have been fine. It wasn't though, and it wouldn't be for a long time. His parents were going to be in deep shit when he saw them. Naruto was like his mother in that regard, quick to remember, hard to forgive.

Stop thinking so hard gaki, you might burst a vessel. Sen cut in Naruto's thoughts.

His scowl widened. He cursed his soul sometimes. Honestly Sen, I thought you were going to leave me alone today.

Sorry Naruto, but it seems like you could need some company. So...here I am! Naruto got this mental image of Sen giving him a double thumbs up.

The blond sighed once more and plopped down on the bed, now flat on his back. Thanks I guess.

It's my pleasure. The zanpakuto replied.

The two were immersed in a comfortable silence for some time. Naruto liked this, the silence that it. It was calming, and he regained his mind somewhat. "You know something Sen, even though I'm fucking pissed at them, I just want to meet them so bad. Then of course, I want to see them suffer for a while..." Naruto said this aloud, not bothering to communicate through their link.

Sen, in Naruto's mindscape gave a feral grin. His crimson hair glinted by some unseen light from the perpetually gray sky. Seriously gaki, you are one messed up little man-child.

Why do you keep calling me that? It's annoying!

Can you think of no reason? You are older than any human in that village of yours but physically you look like a twelve or thirteen year old boy. Hence the name 'man-child.'

Naruto chuckled and got up off the bed. His mood was much better than it was when he had entered his room. "Yosh! I'll tell Nee-chan and Nii-chan that I'm ready to go to the village now!"

Just as he was turning the door, a shiver passed through him. He paused, perplexed by the odd chill permeating through the atmosphere. However, he shook his head and disregarded it, scampering off to find his brother and sister.

On the outskirts of Konoha, the man with the spiraling orange mask grinned. He could feel it, that deliciously cold feeling that surrounded him. Just a couple more minutes...just some more time, and it would be gone.

A clone of his relayed the information that he wanted to hear for so long. The Uzumaki was undergoing labor. The seal was weak.

It was time.

With one deep breath, he vanished leaving only a wisp of darkness behind him.

Minato was in full panic mode. Biwako, Sarutobi's wife along with a couple of ANBU guarded the prone form of his wife who looked to be in severe pain. He himself was in excruciating agony at the moment, not because he felt empathy for his wife, but because said woman was crushing all the bones in his hand with his monstrous strength.

"Minato!" Biwako cried. "It's time!"

Oh Kakashi would really pay to see his normally cool and collected Sensei in this mode. Minato was frozen. His baby was coming, his son. Oh Kami, this was not the time for a meltdown. He wished Naruto was here, it would have made things so much easier.

"MINATO! YOU WILL CONTROL THIS SEAL ON MY DAMNED STOMACH OR I'LL KILL YOU!" Kushina screamed. So much for Biwako's warning of being quiet.

With that, Minato shook out of his stupor and placed a palm on his wife's stomach, using Uzumaki Fuiinjutsu to keep the Seal stable. The most vulnerable time for a Jinchuriki was when they were giving birth after all.

Kushina let out another long wail of pain causing Minato to wince and lose his focus.

"Minato! I know you're worried about her, but please, do your job! There's a reason why Kami chose women to give birth and not men, they're made of sterner stuff than a man ever could be!" Biwako chastised the soon-to-be father.

He nodded and renewed his concentration on the black seal. His heart twanged every time Kushina screamed in agony. As hard as he tried to concentrate, it was too damn painful for his wife to be in pain while he only helplessly watched.

"One last push Kushina, come on, you can do it." Biwako could see the head of an already blond baby.

Kushina panted from the pain and stress. Her hair was lank and hung loosely by the side of her face. All she wanted to see was the beautiful angelic face of her son, her Naruto.

In typical Uzumaki style, she let out an Earth Shattering scream that vibrated off of the surrounding mountains as she gave the most epic push she could muster. And it was exactly the last push that Biwako needed.

Namikaze Naruto had arrived.

For one second, it seemed as though everything had stilled. And then it came. A baby's wails permeated through the open air.

Minato slumped, his hand still over Kushina's stomach, tears of joy pouring down his face. He turned his face to the rapidly dimming sky and thanked whatever God was there. He was a father now...an actual father! He had created that little child that was nestled in Biwako's arms.

"Naruto...give him to me please." Kushina croaked, thoroughly swamped.

Biwako complied and handed the child to the new mother whose face, although tired, was filled with love and pure happiness. Kushina gasped as the warmth of her baby filled her arms. She had done it, she had given birth...and wasn't planning on doing it again anytime soon. It had bloody hurt! But it was worth it. To see this angelic face, to hold that tiny body, it was worth all the pain in the world.

A pair of lips descended over hers in a feather light kiss. Minato. The man she loved the most in the world...well second most. Naruto was the first. Oh Kami. She was a mom! The enormity of that thought sunk in. She was sure that Minato was going through the same thing in his own way.

She looked up into the cerulean eyes of said man. They glistened with the tears that wouldn't fall. There was so much raw emotion in those eyes, she felt as though it was overwhelming her. In that moment, the baby's eyes opened as well. Both parents stared in shock at the child. His eyes were so vivid, so clear, so untainted. Their color was the same as Minato's, vibrant blue.

Biwako smiled at the new family. It was heartwarming to see such pride shimmering behind the parents eyes. Their Hokage now had an heir, and the child was the heir to one of the most respected and feared families in all of the elemental nations.

Minato and Kushina were completely oblivious to the world outside of them. So oblivious that they didn't sense or hear the bodies of those who guarded them crumple to the ground. Biwako's scream died in her throat as she saw the masked man run his sword through her fragile body. The last thing she could see was the swirling red ominous color of that damned Sharingan eye.

Uchiha Madara smirked cruelly at the 'happy' family in front of him. It was time.

"Hello Minato, we meet at last."

I'm ending the chapter there...I know that I'm evil...