KaixDecayx: Thank you for your review and reply to my question. I'm glad you enjoyed the previous chapter. As for Izuna- more jealousy and hero-worship, I don't want to make it too much like pre-massacre Sasuke, seeing that Izuna is ten almost eleven years old. Also, he lives in the war-torn era, which means that he's much more grown-up than Sasuke was. Sasuke was sheltered and too innocent to make Izuna like him. But thank you for your thoughts on this, it was helpful to envision Izuna's personality.

Slytherin's Pimp: Naruto could take Mito's place after she had announced her Uzumaki ancestry, so Hashirama can remain a possibility. It's stupid that most authors tend to stick Hashirama with Mito- I mean changes would be great, changes allows full freedom of an author's imagination. As for Madara, he's a possible pairing, but that's so obvious. Maybe Nara? Hmm, definitely a better possibility. I'll think about it, it should be someone that wouldn't be expected, I like thinking out-of-the-box. Thank you for your input on this matter (and the review as well). Enjoy!

alleyah124: For now I'll try to update regularly but within a week or two I won't be able to update regularly. I'm in my last year in university and I wouldn't want my grades to drop because I was busy writing fanfiction. But once I graduate in June, I'll be sure to annoy your inbox with the many updates I publish. ^^

RoseeAnn: The pairing will have to be something that no reader would expect! Any suggestions? I'm always open for your thoughts on the matter. ;)

Guest: Of course I wouldn't be offended, you haven't said anything insulting. Don't worry- my sister told me the same and I changed it. You were right though, it was clashing. So, thank you! Don't hesitate on giving me some constructional criticism, as long as it's worded in a polite way. Naruto's love is contagious and you're so right, everyone would want a piece of Naruto. I can already imagine the many scenes where they'd be fighting over her. So many ideas are already flowing in my head. Thank you for the adorable review by the way! Enjoy another chapter!

Here is a list of the ages of the characters:

- Hashirama/Madara: 12 years old

- Tobirama/Izuna: 10 years old

- Naruto: 9 years old

- Itama: 7 years old

Asura's Will

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Oscar Wilde

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Chapter 9: Spread the Love

"There's only one thing that can heal the heart... Only one... It's love, Gaara."

- Yashamaru

"Teach me that clone jutsu, Naruto-sensei." Itama bowed his head in respect, "I know that I'm ready for it. I've been doing chakra control exercises non-stop."

Said teacher laughed in amusement at his cute grumbling. He really was getting crazy from all those exercises to refine his chakra control and usage. Taking pity on him, she indulged his adorable request, "Alright, Ita-kun, I will teach you."

Some distance away, Madara and Hashirama's jaws slacked open. "Say what?!" Madara couldn't believe what he had heard. That brat Itama was getting all the juicy jutsus and he was stuck with the dolt Hashirama and some measly chakra exercises. He turned his attention on the sulking and equally jealous Hashirama, "Your little brother is taking everything away from us!" Angrier, "Do something about it!"

Brooding, Hashirama shook his head, "We're too late. There is nothing that we can do about it."

"No, I refuse to believe that!" Ignoring Hashirama's pleads to stop, he marched towards Naruto and Itama. "Naruto, what are we- chopped liver?"

The blonde-haired kunoichi focused her attention on the stomping Madara. "Madara? Is everything alright?"

He ignored Itama's smug look, eyebrows twitching, "I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends. What are you babbling on about, silly?"

"B-but you are teaching Itama your Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Madara pointed out, irked that she was constantly gushing about Itama. "You're completely ignoring us!" He jerked his head towards Hashirama who was sulking once again. Useless idiot, Madara thought in irritation.

Naruto chuckled softly, "Madara-kun, I was about to teach this jutsu to you two as well." Shaking her head, she patted Itama's soft strands absentmindedly. "Why would I ignore my friends?" Really, if there was one thing Madara was good at, it was being a jealous bastard, "Now stop being a complete idiot," Averting her attention to the future Hokage, she yelled, "Hashirama, stop sulking and get your ass over here! We have some jutsus to learn!"

Bi-polar as ever, Hashirama whooped in joy and joined his friends and brother. Madara glared at Itama, eyeing him up and down with disdain. Really what did Naruto see in this shrimp?

Itama gladly reciprocated the feeling.

"Good, now, I don't need to remind you three that the clone jutsu is a very taxing jutsu." She received three affirmative nods. "Your chakra will be distributed between your clones so be careful with the use of it. Don't compare me with yourself- I have a lot of chakra." When she once again saw them nod in acceptance, she continued where she left off, "You need to cross your fingers in the Tiger seal and concentrate. Watch me closely." She crossed her fingers and poof- a clone appeared in a puff of smoke.

Smiling, she watched as they practiced her trademark jutsu, giving pointers and help when they needed it. She knew that this jutsu had been created by Tobirama, but oh well, she was sure the prickly shinobi wouldn't mind it. An image of an angry Tobirama popped up in her head, vein or two throbbing in obvious anger as he chased her with deadly sharp kunais, intent to hurt clear in his ruby-red orbs.

"So her parents had been killed off by another shinobi?" His father asked him with a serious expression on his face. "This could be dangerous if she does indeed desire the destruction of the clan." He intertwined his hands and leaned his chin on his hands, watching Izuna's wide-eyed expression. He was curious as to what he had to say more.

"No, otou-sama, she had forgiven the man a long time ago." He couldn't shake off the guilt that had rooted into his heart. Naruto had put her trust in him and here he was, telling all her dirty secrets. Even reminding himself that this was for the greater good of the clan didn't stop this guilty feeling. "Naruto had told me that she had even befriended him!" Why was he trying so hard to protect Naruto? He really didn't like her and yet here he was, sticking up to Naruto.

Damn it, that girl was affecting him this much, no wonder his brother was completely infatuated with her warm personality. He had deemed his brother a lost cause. Nothing could change his mind form stopping the bond he shared with Naruto. So, he had stopped trying to break that friendship and instead opted to use it to his advantage. Naruto was strong, immensely so, and he had all the intention of gaining more power. He wasn't blind nor stupid, he had seen Madara's growth thanks to Naruto's aid. He wouldn't want to lag behind because of some childish jealousy. His brother still loved him and was starting to take him to the training ground he used with Naruto. He was just glad that he wasn't being left out.

Funny thing was, he had discovered that it was at Naruto's persistence that he was always taken to their shared training ground.

"Friends with your parents' killer?" Tajima interrupted his thoughts on the pesky blonde, scoffing at that remark, "How preposterous. Which idiot would believe such an idiotic act?"

Izuna looked away, shame evident in his black orbs. "She wasn't lying, otou-sama. I'd know."

"Tch. That girl becomes laughable each time I see or hear of her." Rubbing his temples, he dismissed his son, "Keep me updated. That's it for now. Get back to your training."

Bowing respectfully, Izuna left the room with a heavy heart.

Naruto giggled softly when she saw Itama perfecting the clone jutsu. He was watching her reaction with a cute blush adorning his cheeks. Without further ado she ruffled his hair affectionately and kept her hand on his tuft of hair. "Good job Itama. I am proud of you."

He beamed at her praise, cheeks puffing out.

Madara rolled his eyes and Hashirama grinned widely, shouting, "That's my little otouto!"

"Alright, let's have a two-on-two spar. I'm itching for a fight." Moving her attention on Hashirama, she smirked evilly, "So, Hashi-kun, want a rematch?" The wood-user's eyes glinted with excitement and took a fighting stance while Madara and Itama jumped away from them. They both proceeded to spar with each other.

Naruto leaped forward, taking Hashirama by surprise with her next butterfly kick. He yelped and ducked quickly, not wanting to damage his handsome face. Next, he tried swiping Naruto off her feet but she somersaulted over him, grabbing his collar in the process and flinging him over her shoulder. Praise chakra-enhanced strength. She had to thank future Tsunade when she got the chance. If it hadn't been for her using that technique and teaching it to her, Naruto wouldn't have known how to use this awesome technique.

Hashirama gasped in pain when he was thrown away like a rag doll, hitting the ground painfully. He tried slowing his speed with his feet but goddamned Naruto's throw had been monstrously. Like always. He coughed out a bit of blood and stood up on shaky legs, ignoring the way his head turned dizzily from all that tumbling. "Damn it, Naruto!"

Snickers reached his ears. He growled in annoyance, feeling his body heal itself. Not a minute passed and he charged towards Naruto with the intent to pay her back. He feinted a punch to her left and kicked her in the gut, only to have her slide her abdomen to the right. He gasped in pain when she kneed him in the gut, followed by an uppercut. She wasn't done and continued her merciless attacks- her left feet connected to his side and he was sent flying. He was seeing black dots and again he cursed Naruto for being such a harsh sparring partner.

Naruto started to speak, "You have too much kindness in your heart, Hashirama. While I applaud your way of viewing life I cannot let it get you killed." Her voice shook at the end, "Get up and show me what you're capable of." She urged him, a hidden plea behind those words.

Hashirama chuckled and spit out blood while standing up. "No more mister nice guy, Naruto."

"That's all I'm asking."

With a mighty roar, Hashirama charged yet again. This time though there was a seriousness in his eyes that she seldom saw. His punches left her breathless, his kicks left her bruised. This was it. This exhilarating feeling of adrenaline pumping in her veins and sweat sticking to her body. This was the song of a fight she liked to dance on.

Madara and Itama had finished a long time ago. While Itama was improving by heaps and bounds, he still was no match for the Uchiha prodigy. Thus, the winner had been declared pretty fast. While Madara might have found Itama annoying at times, he still respected the boy's skills. A feeling that was mutual.

However, looking at Naruto, he could safely assume that she could easily dispatch the three of them. Entranced by her unpredictable attacks, her grace-like movements so fluid and flexible- she was dancing around Hashirama. It was a sight that pestered him in his dreams at night and continued haunting him in his thoughts. How could someone so tiny be so breathtakingly beautiful and deadly at the same time? He knew he was crushing madly for Naruto but seriously- the power she exuded, those enchanting black pools so vicious and deadly, she was like a drug to the clan. Power was everything in the clan; status, respect, money, fame.

And Naruto was delicious for all the power-hungry men in the clan.

Most of the boys his age were all in awe of the raw power she was radiating, even the adult Uchihas couldn't take their eyes off Naruto. The clan head was immensely pleased with Naruto's appearance and yet, at the same time, he was terrified of her. There was something about Naruto that could make you love her for her sunny disposition and fear her as well. Well, the clan would surely never forget the person going by the name of Namikaze Naruto who was slowly on becoming Uchiha Naruto in the heads of many Uchihas.

Madara had never felt attracted to the opposite gender. But Naruto was a whole different case. Did he feel attraction to her unimaginable power or her caring personality?

He wasn't sure about that question but he yearned for an answer.

Itama smiled contentedly, he was getting stronger; a feat that his father had noted with visible pleasure.

He remembered the day when he had returned to the compound. For a fleeting moment he had seen a ghost of a smile on his father's face. He hadn't been hallucinating like his brother Tobirama assumed. He knew what he had seen. His white-haired brother had promptly dropped everything he had been working on and engulfed him in a tight embrace, shoulders shaking slightly. Hashirama had joined their brotherly group hug and the three of them remained like that. He had felt so safe and warm that time.

He shook his head and was brought back to the fighting between his brother and mentor. He really admired Naruto, not only for her enamoring beauty or obvious strength but also for her tender personality. She felt like his mother. He was indebted to Naruto. Without her he wouldn't even be standing, let alone breathing.

Back then his father and brother had fired questions after questions about his whereabouts- he had told them everything. Because family was important, and also because Naruto had granted him permission to do so. His consciousness wouldn't have left him alone if that weren't the case. His father had nodded curtly at the information about the blonde-haired enigma, inquiring about her skills and whereabouts as well. After that, he had left the three brothers alone. Then it was Tobirama's time to fire more questions. Since then Tobirama wanted to meet his brother's savior, something that Naruto was looking forward to.

A loud squeal interrupted his current thoughts and he looked up to see a reddened Hashirama, nose bleeding profusely. "Oh my." Itama's eyes widened incredibly, cheeks a cherry-red and mouth parted open at the scene in front of him. This was so wrong, he thought, so wrong on so many levels. His mind would forever be scarred.

He summoned up an equally terrified clone and allowed it to knock him unconsciousness.

Madara didn't know whether to be gleeful or terrified of his own perverseness. He refused to believe that he was a pervert like Hashirama. Because before him there was a grown-up Naruto look-a-like, with all the perfect curves in the right places. Smooth tanned long legs were shaped and muscled. The wispy smoke covered the intimate areas but it was enough to leave his imagination wild and free. His heart sped up and he covered his nose quickly.

He wouldn't want Naruto catching him staring like a baboon. He had to keep his dignity intact. Groaning in relief, he face-palmed when Naruto transformed back to her younger annoying self, laughing her perverted ass off. "Naruto, you're an idiot!" He shouted loudly, a vein throbbing on his forehead as he shook his fist at her.

"As long it helps me achieve victory, I would use everything in my arsenal."

Hashirama was still unconscious. Itama was unconscious. Only Madara was left.

Naruto arched an eyebrow, "I'm surprised you didn't overreact after seeing your first nude woman."

"Naruto, you're a pervert and frankly I'm creeped out after seeing that image."

The foxy kunoichi continued pestering him, waggling her eyebrows, "So, you didn't like it then?"

Scoffing, "No."

"Wow. Are you sure you're a teenager?"

Madara glared at her, "Not all teenagers are hormonal-raging boys." Lies, He had liked it. But the Uchiha pride didn't allow him to shatter that image.

It had been a couple of months that Naruto had been welcomed into the Uchiha clan. Note the sarcasm. Admittedly, at the start the clan refused to acknowledge her presence, opting to ignore her. But know, she could safely assume that they were starting to warm up to her. Some were even smiling at her or even asking for a friendly spar.

Naruto was no fool. She knew the clan was dipped in the ideal of the Curse of Hatred. She remembered Sasuke talking about it: it was the opposite of the Will of Fire where most of the Uchiha display selfish and self-interested tendencies, sacrificing the many for the betterment of the few, specifically the clan or an Uchiha's close intimates. There had been some cases where one hadn't been subjected to the Curse of Hatred such as Kagami, Shisui and Itachi. Sasuke had eventually been released from the curse after many stubborn fights and bickering. Even Madara had acknowledged that he had been wrong all the time.

Izuna and most of the clan were affected by this curse without knowing it. Naruto wasn't going to let it stay like that. This curse that had been started by Indra needed to perish and what better way that showering everyone with love.

Kurama chuckled in amusement, 'Your stubborn love and friendship is affecting this idiotic clan. You have that monkey Madara in your grasp, that blabbering shrimp Izuna is on the way of converging to your sect. I can already feel the hatred within this clan dwindling down.' He barked loudly, a wide grin plastered on his face, 'You might even start your own sect.'

Naruto flushed at that comment and ignored the stupid fox. Until, 'Kurama, you forgot one important person.'

Raised eyebrow, Kurama waited for a reply.

'Why you silly. If I will be the leader then you will be my commander.' She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach as the mighty Kurama ranted about lies and false ideologies. About her stupid and obnoxious Therapy no Jutsu. 'Spread the love Kurama!'

Kurama raged on, shouting that no mere monkey could command him, not even if that monkey was going by the name of Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto.

Naruto only nodded happily, knowing that in Kurama she had found her most precious person.