Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Chapters will vary from updating. Some may be every week while others may be every two weeks as I am quite busy.
Small summary: Bit of a twist. I know I got a flame about 'height and age's and maturity' but oh well. This is the chapter was pretty much an idea I had because I knew the height and age weren't right. There IS ALWAYS a method to my madness.
Like I believe I said before, this is a story just because I like writing… well typing really but you get the point. Also my other story will be put on hold for a bit due to me needing to plan what to do next: I have not abandoned it, just a little break so I can carry onward with this one. Also, I don't give a damn about flames cuz they don't do jack.
Nightmares! The day that has yet to happen.
BEEP… BEEP…BEEP… CRUSH. Another damn alarm clock!
"No. Not again, why me. Why always me?" spoke a young child, tears streaming down his face "Why does it always happen to me". Thinking of that day, that horrifying day that never happened; not yet anyway. He always wakes up in a cold sweat, always wanting to know what happened when he looks to where that scream came from. He knew he wouldn't like it.
"Every time" his small cries not carrying further than the small kitchen in his small apartment "Every time I think I see what happens it doesn't" tears falling from his eyes onto the quilt of his bed.
He gets up, his growing frame stretching out the joints from sleep, going to his kitchen to eat some ramen, and then finally having a quick wash before putting on a white shirt with a grey wolf on it with the dark forest in the background, a pair of grey jogging bottoms and grey boots: finally ready to make his way to the Hokage's tower.
He begins his journey to the tower, thinking about what happened in his nightmare (last two chapters), and thinking about what he would have seen. Naruto is a young boy who has seen eight winters passed (eight years old but in a way I prefer) and his ninth soon approaching. Sure he had two Wakizashi's in silver sheaths on his hips and gravity seals that Jiji had put on him two years ago. One on each leg and arm. A Genjutsu over his right eye- thanks to Jiji- to hide a scar that ran from his eyebrow in a straight line finishing three inches under his eye. He got it on his fifth birthday from a Chuunin who was drunk. He knew about Shizukesa and Kyuubi due to them healing his eye but with a gift for all the pain he has gone through. The ability to see heat signatures and time to appear slower if chakra was pumped into his eye; needing only a small amount. If the Genjutsu was removed you would see a completely white eye with three red lines- vertical- in his right eye.
Since his fifth birthday he began to have these nightmares, always curious as to why his five year old self would do such a thing. He asked both Shizukesa and Kyuubi, his answer "Kami's telling ya something". So for nearly four years he has endured these nightmares. The date today being October 1st; he's had enough. He may not be great with academics but with training; a true prodigy.
On normal days he woke up at 6: am: worked out for an hour and a half in strength and speed at Training grounds 7 and then rushed home to wash and eat his healthy breakfast which usually consisted of eggs, bacon, and toast. 8:30am came and so he went to the academy until 3:30pm everyday except for weekends. After Academy had finished, he ran to Training ground 7 to practice his Kenjutsu and the three Ninjutsu he knew aside from Kawarimi, Henge and Bunshin. These were: Raiton: Lightning wolf (Lightning release: Lightning wolf), Kage bunshin (shadow clone) and Suiton: Water wolf.
The reason for him knowing these were because Shizukesa and Kyuubi taught them to him in his mindscape; a night when he didn't have his nightmare.
Both Bijuu's told him he had both a Raiton and Suiton affinity due to his parents at which he was also told who they were on his fifth birthday. He cried for three hours at knowing he did have parents that sacrificed themselves to save him and the village. At first he wouldn't believe it, saying that he was what the villagers called him: a Demon. However, once both his mother and father appeared in his mindscape he cried again. His hero the Fourth Hokage and a beautiful, long red-head: Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki were his parents. In his mindscape he had been crying for a long time; time meant nothing in his mindscape and as such, once finding out the truth he couldn't be happier. Now, whenever he entered his mindscape at night when he slept he was with his parents and two Bijuu he had classed as his family. The Shiki Fujin seal Minato had put on him had a part of both his parents' souls due to the Shinigami being in a good mood while also repaying Minato for what the older blonde's family once did for the Death God.
Now however, he was going to see the man that he once thought to be a grandfather figure, now, a truth keeping liar.
Many discussions were had in his mindscape about what he should do but in the end they all decided that talking was the best. Over the past nearly four years he was taught every night in his mindscape by his parents, nii-san and nee-chan.
As he made his way to the Tower he began to go over things he should say, but decided just to 'wing it' like he usually did. 'Here goes nothing' was his last thought as he entered the tower.
Location- Grass country
"When will we start the operation sir" a small man asked a tall man with long black hair. The small man wasn't anything special: black eyes, black hair and a thin body; the tall man however. The tall man was about 6'2, semi-broad shoulders, strong check bones, dark, ominous eyes and wearing a red cape covering his tall frame.
"We will begin soon, have faith" the tall man said. A deep, monotone voice carrying throughout the dark and large room they were in. A simple stone table in the middle with a grotesque stone face mask above.
Location- Three miles outside Grass country- path leading to Konoha
"How long till we get there" a quiet voice said, a large brown robe covering his body as did his companions standing next to him. They were running from Grass country that much was clear.