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Asura's Will

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ "I try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face."
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Johnny Depp

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Chapter 1: Increasing Confusion

"You're not the monster fox anymore. You're one of my team-mates from Konoha…Kurama."

- Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto pinched the bridge of her nose and knelt down, next to the crying mini-Hashirama who was trying desperately to heal Madara, to no avail. "Hashirama, he is going to die. Leave him be and go back to your clan."

She was too old for this shit.

"No! Get the hell away from us, you freak!"

Ouch. That hurt. Naruto glared at mini-Hashirama, "You won't be able to heal him. You need to increase your chakra control."

He ignored her, tears and snot streaming down his face as determination was set on his face. Damn it. She was starting to feel pity on him. If she was right than Hashirama and Madara became friends during these time. It was better to let him die innocently instead of his future psychopathic self. But why was her heart reaching out to him?

She sighed again. Really, why was her life so fucked up?

Hands encased in green, Naruto moved forward, only to be blocked by Hashirama who was glaring murderously at her, "Haven't you wreaked enough damage already?" Snarling in anger, he continued, "Who the hell are you? I've never seen you in the compound?!"

Naruto clucked her tongue in displeasure, "Don't talk so rudely to your elders."

"You are even younger than me!"

Oh right, she forgot about that little, important fact. "Right..." She trailed off, "Well, the good thing is, I can heal your friend, the bad thing is that he won't be able to train for a week, at the very least..." She murmured quietly, ignoring Hashirama's rather nasty glare. Wow, that kid's glare could even rival that of the Uchiha's, and they are known for their murderous glares.

Hashirama didn't know what to make of the crazy blonde-haired girl. One moment, he and Madara were practicing their stone-skipping skills and the next, some deranged girl was brutally attacking his friend. They didn't even hava time to feel her presence or in Madara's case, dodge her ruthless punches and kicks.

He stiffened when she sighed for the umpteenth time that day.

Who the hell was this girl anyway? She seemed to know him, but he hadn't seen her in the compound. If his father knew about her strength than he was sure that she would have been sent out to fight. That would explain her haunted, black eyes, then again all the children had that same haunted looks in their eyes, but that didn't explain the fact that she seemed so experienced, so in control of her actions.

Just who was this maniac that he and Madara had stumbled upon?

Naruto rolled her eyes when she felt being dissected by the future Shodai Hokage. Maybe barging in like a madman hadn't been such a good idea?

'Your actions were perfectly justifiable.'

She snorted at Kurama's haughty tone- 'You just enjoy the fact that Madara had been violated brutally by a little girl.'

'Yes, and imagine the look that he would have if he knew who had almost killed him.' His mad laughter resonated in her head and she couldn't help but chuckle too, earning herself a weird look from the future Hokage.

Moving her attention back to Madara's current situation, she clucked her tongue again. She was really annoyed at the fact that she was healing this bastard. But this bastard wasn't the corrupted bastard that she came to know. Maybe there was still hope left for him? Maybe she could...

Shit!

She stopped healing him and averted her attention on Hashirama, eyes wide and hopeful. Maybe the reason why she was sent back in time was because of this?

'That is possible, Kit, all the answers are leading to this conclusion.'

She could feel Asura's chakra brim within Hashirama, moving restlessly inside his veins. Inside of her, her chakra was the same reincarnated one of Asura, moving as restlessly as Hashirama's. This could be because there had never been two people with Asura's chakra in the same time period. Naruto had no other explanation other than that. Shaking her head, she continued on healing Madara, already planning on how to change all of these madness around her.

'Starting with that damned Zetsu!' Kurama growled dangerously, an image of the momma's boy appearing before her. That vile thing had been the reason that the world had been thrown into despair and pain. Naruto would make sure that it would never see the daylight again. Otsutsuki Kaguya would never be reborn again. The world would not face the same wrongdoings.

And Uzumaki Naruto would never back down on her words. Believe it!

She would start by healing Madara and then use her Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan to make them lose all the memories they had of her. She had one chance and one chance only to save the world from that blasted future she knew of. And damn it, she would grab that chance. She would make sure that everyone she held close to her heart would live the life they were supposed to live. To its fullest. Just like she had done and would do so again.

Smiling in relief, she let the green vanish from her hands. "There all done. Now, we'll have to wait until he wakes up." Naruto ignored Hashirama's mutter that she had been the reason that Madara was in this state to begin with.

Madara groaned pitifully-his entire body ached, he had never felt like this. Not even after fighting for four days straight in the never-ending war. between the Senju He didn't remember that much, only that he was training his stone-skipping skills, along with Hashirama and then bam! All he had felt were blows after blows and Hashirama's scream of despair. He had tried to fight this person off, but he didn't even get a fucking chance to do so.

Never in his life had he felt that helpless. He had been desperate to find a solution, anything to fight off this monster that came out of nowhere. But this shinobi had been merciless and didn't even grant him some breathing room. All he had been thinking off in that moment was his little brother, Izuna, whom he wouldn't be able to see anymore. He had sworn to protect him, only to fail miserably.

He fluttered his eyes open and heard a familiar shout, "Madara, you're awake!"

Madara winced when the pain became unbearable and met the eyes of his idiotic friend, "Hashirama," he acknowledged the bi-polar boy. Then his eyes widened when he locked eyes with a blonde-haired, petite girl, eyes as black as a Uchiha. This person had been the deranged freak who had attacked him out of nowhere for no damned reason. "You!" He couldn't suppress the terror that laced his voice, she had almost killed him. But how?!

"Calm down, I'm not going to kill you."

Pure, raw hate seemed to overtake his senses and he charged at her like a madman. He wanted to pay her back for hurting him like that, for playing with his life. He didn't even know that tears were streaming down his face, until his vision became blurry. He fought tooth and nail with her, clinging to his hate for support and ignoring Hashirama's shout of worry.

He would make her pay.

Calm, black eyes met red, furious eyes.

Kurama was chortling in amusement as he watched Madara fight against Naruto, an opponent that was far too experienced and far too strong for him. But all Naruto could do was shake her head and wonder when he would tire out.

Taking pity on the injured boy, she appeared behind him and disrupted his nerves. She watched him crumble in a mass of bone and flesh, ignoring Hashirama's worried shouts. Why oh why did she have to be put into these weird situations? Without uttering a word, she heaved the shouting boy, placing him on the ground and ignoring his curses as his body shivered uncontrollably.

"Hashirama, sit."

Said boy flinched at that cold tone and even Madara stopped cursing, eyes going wide in terror. Once he was seated, Naruto sat down and looked them both in the eyes. "I apologize for what I am about to do." She spoke softly as she readied herself for what she was going to do, feeling guilty for it.

The two of them watched on in horror as Naruto's black eyes transformed into her Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

"Uchiha!" Hashirama screamed terrifyingly high and helpless in the face of an enemy.

Madara could only stare at his so-called kinsman, unable to do anything. For the second time that day, Madara was facing Death itself.

Naruto watched on as the two of them became hypnotized with her eyes and dropped unconscious, forgetting everything that had occurred within the past two hours. Next, she started healing them, making sure that there was no indication of a fight, albeit a one-sided battle. Erasing all the evidence as best as she could, without leaving a trace behind.

Finished, Naruto stood up and left the two of them, hiding on top of a branch and keeping an eye on the two. Kami knew that they needed all the help they could get.

She had to be sneaky, cunning and calculating with every move. First of all things, she had heard that Zetsu had modified Hagoromo's tablet, which held a warning for all Uchiha's to not use the Infinite Tsukiyomi because that would only bring forth pain and loss. So, Naruto had to find a way to re-write the words, but how?

She was sure that no Uchiha would trust a random stranger that quick, not even when she showed them her hidden powers of her Dojutsu. In fact, Naruto had to be quick, she didn't want other Uchiha's to read the desecrated tablet. Knowing the Uchiha she was sure that they'd think along the lines of their only salvation and whatnot. She couldn't let that happen-the less people knew about it, the better.

As for how she would make her appearance.

Her lips curled upwards as she eyed the two shinobis stirring from their forced sleep.

Starting with introductions. For the second time that day, although she didn't remember introducing herself properly.

Madara blearily opened his eyes and felt his entire body go rigid when he felt another unfamiliar chakra signature. He could feel that idiot Hashirama next to him and wondered how he had been put in this situation. He didn't remember falling unconscious... and for some weird reason he felt weird. As if he missed a huge clue. An important piece to a puzzle.

Slowly on, he averted his eyes from Hashirama towards the unknown person. He gaped when he locked eyes with a small petite girl with long, blonde locks and charcoal black eyes-he didn't know whether to feel threatened or laugh at her expense. Still, there was something about that girl who made him feel scrutinized, his every move being watched by eyes so black and so haunted. He couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his spine, flatly ignoring her taunting smirk. Something about her existence irked him to no end and for the love of Kami, he didn't know why he was feeling so conflicted.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, the girl was grinning at him-her lifeless, black eyes sparkling with life. "I am Namikaze Naruto!"

Madara arched his eyebrow at her obvious stupidity. Who in their right mind blurted out her family name? Narrowing his eyes, he could safely assume that he had never heard of her family name before.

Next to him, he felt Hashirama stir and groan pitifully. "My head... Kami, it hurts." Then, he became aware of his environment and stiffened. He blinked his eyes and looked at him, confusion clear in his wide, brown orbs, "Madara...?" Finally, his eyes settled on the petite frame of the unknown, annoying girl. "Nani?!"

Naruto Namikaze chirped happily, "Nice to meet you! My name is Namikaze Naruto!"

Madara facepalmed when Hashirama happily introduced himself, where he also included him in the introduction. Kami, save him, he was surrounded by idiots-first that brown-haired, badly clothed boy and now an idiotic blonde-haired girl. Which deity did he piss off this time?