So here is the new chapter, in by Friday just like I promised eh? Hope you enjoyed

He instantly dropped the scroll and began to back away before he saw that a strange, dark figure had seemingly emerged from the scroll itself, the figure wasted no time in moving in for the kill. The blond tried to retreat however, a mix of being so thoroughly confused and terrified on top of having not had any form of sleep or rest for over fourty-eight hours finally culminated in his legs simply giving out on him. Helplessly, the boy watched as the strange being fell upon him. Naruto's world went black.

The young boy felt strange, it was a warmth that had suddenly engulfed him, accompanied by a

strange sense of peace, suddenly he knew that as long as this warmth continued to engulf him,

nothing could ever harm him.

He felt a strange, softness pressed against his face and, suddenly realising that his eyes were closed, the boy cautiously opened them, as if afraid that doing so might ruin this strange feeling of peace which had overtaken him.

Naruto slowly allowed himself see what was actually pressed against him, what he saw made him blink rather rapidly in a state of supreme confusion before deciding that whatever had popped out of that scroll must have killed him because as he looked up, the blond was greeted by the site of a red-haired angel.

Even more baffling to the child was the absolutely impossible fact that this angel seemed to be, well, hugging him! While the idea was so blatantly impossible that the boy's first instinct was to dismiss it all together, Naruto simply could not find what else to call it.

His face was buried quite deeply inside of her rather ample bosom due to the fact that two surprisingly powerful arms were completely encircled around the child, pressing him quite completely into this amazing creatures body.

Naruto's failing attempt at trying to grasp even slight understanding of his situation was not at all helped by the un-ending storm of other thoughts which were also zooming through his mind with very little sign of slowing.

'She smells good.'

'She's warm.'

'She's beautiful.'

'Her face looks sad.'

'She smells good.'

'Her hair's tickling my nose.'

'Why does she look sad?'

'I wanna know her name.'

'She smells good.'

'Let this last forever.'

'So this is a hug.'

'She smells good.'

On and on, the thoughts kept spinning around the blonde's head, all of this thinking however was only done by a small portion of his brain. The vast majority of his intellectual ability was still in a state of shock and wander at the mere idea that a creature this amazing could even exist.

As if the situation could not get more ridiculous, the goddess whom Naruto had suddenly found himself wrapped in the embrace of, smiled with the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful and painful expression the boy had ever laid eyes on.

Her face shone with unspeakable joy whilst her eyes held unbearable sadness, as though.......well, there really was nothing which the young child could compare the scene to. Certainly, no one had ever looked at him that way before, no one ever really looked at him in anyway besides the way in which everyone looked at him!

Then, something else happened, something so extraordinary and unbelievable that any doubt Naruto might have had that he had died was completely eradicated. This angel, this goddess, this being of indescribably and all-encompassing beauty, spoke to him. However, despite this in and of itself being quite spectacular, the real wonder was in what she said.

With a sigh designed for the sole purpose of keeping the tears out of her words, Nauto's angel uttered the words which the boy had wanted to hear more than anything else in his entire life, most of all from someone like this.

"Oh Naruto," the woman began happily, "my son." Immediately after speaking such earth-shattering words, the woman with fire-red hair and the face of an angel, lovingly pushed a patch of unruly, blond hair away from the stricken child forehead and proceeded to press her lips loving against his tanned skin in what could only be called a kiss.

If the boy's head had been spinning before, it now exploded, his heart raced and something which he had never felt before in all of his five years began to well up inside of Naruto. Strangely however, there were no questions in his head, not a single nuance of doubt or skepticism existed inside of that blond head of his as to the accuracy of this woman, Naruto's mother's words.

Somehow, the boy had already known, in some deep and secret part of himself, the child had known from the moment he felt her arms around him that this was, without question, his mother.

And this is why, without having any worry or doubt in what his Mother Angel had said, Naruto asked the only question which it seemed reasonable to pose.

"Mother," the boy began in wonder, his voice holding a sense of hope and amazement that both joyed and depressed this woman, "am I dead?"

"No, my son, my dear, sweet, beautiful, son. You are very much alive." Came the red-head's loving response. This however only served in confusing the poor child even more. After all, wasn't he an orphan? That meant that this woman who was his mother could only be embracing him as she was if they were both in the land of the dead...didn't it?

The child decided he would need some amount of clarification, as if he was not dead than that would mean that she was alive! Naruto decided that living would be much more enjoyable if he had such a wonderful, pretty, loving mother to take care of him.

Despite this optimistic idea, the blond decided it would be best to proceed with caution.

"But, mother...aren't you...-"

"Dead?" She finished for him, a small smile gracing her lips. "Hmm, well that is a bit complicated, dear. Before we answer that, there is someone else that I want you to meet."

The red-head gently lifted Naruto's body a bit further away from her own, enough for the small child to peer over the shoulder of the woman.

Directly behind her, a tall, strong and very blond figure stood, smiling in a very similar way to the woman's down at the boy who seemed to be a much smaller version of himself, only with whiskers.

Naruto was once again left completely speechless as another reality-altering event took place right before his eyes. While young though he might have been, the child was not a fool, even he could figure out that if this beautiful woman currently holding him was his mother than the handsome man who was now approaching them must be his...

"Father."

Naruto could not comprehend why he was so certain that these two were his parents but seeing them together, feeling the large hand of the man being placed gently on his shoulder as the man fell to his knees along side the woman in order to wrap them both in a heartfelt embrace, Naruto was never more sure of anything in his life.

The the firs time in his memory, the boy was able to hear the voice of his father.

"Yes, Naruto. I am you father." Calm, soothing, strong, caring, loving, the man's voice was like nothing the smaller blond had ever heard. The mere sound of it made him feel strong, protected, important, as though the simple fact that his man was speaking to him made his life worth while.

In contrast, the woman's voice was like a sweet symphony, gently playing over all of the wound of the boy's heart, healing and building a new what he might have thought long broken. It made Naruto feel safe, special, and irreplaceable. It said to him that he was the single most important person in the world, tha no obstacle would ever get between them.

"Welcome home our son, we love you so much."

After a breif few seconds that Naruto would forever recall as the most perfect moment in his entire life, the child began to cry.

This cry however, was so different from any other time he could remember. Typically, his pain, loneliness, and depression would simply reach such a point that holding back the tears became impossible. Afterward there would be no relief, no improvement or better out look on life, just a deep, cold emptiness, a different kind of pain.

This tim was different, Naruto cired harder than he had ever cried before but this time doing so made him feel better!

Wrapped in the loving embrace of these two people who claimed to be his parents, every weep which escaped from him forced out the heart-wrenching pain that had been living inside of him and replaced it with something else. Something the boy had never felt before.

It was warm, light, happy, caring, a golden glow which seeped inside of ever corner of his heart, burning away the emptiness and filling it with all-new purpose. It was love.

Who knows how long those three remained in that position? The small, blond, child, telling the story of all the loneliness, pain, and emptiness he had felt through his life. The two figures, like guardians holding the child in a mutual embrace of protection, remaining on their knees, their eyes damp with barely suppressed tears as their hearts were battered with the knowledge of what the boy had suffered through.

Finally, Naruto cried himself out and then prompt fell asleep in their arms. Lifting the small body as if it were weightless, the red haired woman and blonde haired set the boy down on the soft, moss covered ground and lay on either side of him. This would be the first and last time the child known as Naruto Uzamaki would ever sleep so peacefully.

Naruto awoke to find himself curled into a ball and being snuggled by two, much larger figures. A brief moment of alarm and surprised came and passed before the boy was able to recall the events of the day before, he was ecstatic that it had not all been a wonderful dream.

Then he realised that the woman was very much awake and gazing with wide eyes at him, as if the child were the most precious treasure in the entire world. Naruto, having never experienced what it was like to be feel a mother's gaze, found himself tearing up a bit.

"I love you too..mommy."

It was not the only thing that the blond could think of to day but it seemed to him to be by far the most important.

"Kushina" laughed delightedly at this before returning the sentiment with a kiss and a bid, good morning.

Running her fingers tenderly though Naruto's hair, she decided that it would be best to get down to business, time was limited after all and there were certain things which she wanted to tell him herself.

Getting up, Kushina carried the boy to a compartment of the cave that Naruto had not noticed, a small sub-section with came away from the main cave like a separate room. It was about as un cave-like as any cave that the blond could have imagined.

The walls and floor were still covered with he same bio-luminescent moss, however inside of the area was a rather large, purple recliner as well as a desk, an open box of scrolls and a chest, both of which rested to the left side of the well sized, wooden desk. A strange, glowing crystal hung from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting a clear, yellowish light which completely over powered the moss.

Taking a moment to allow Naruto to look around the room, the woman sat down on the recliner and plopped the blond on her lap. Both of them seemed equally determined to remain in constant physical contact with the other.

"Now," the angel-woman began "let us start with story?"

Having never had such an offer made to him before, Naruto was rather taken aback, yet delighted at the prospect of a story told just for him. His blond head bobbed eagerly, cerulean eyes widened in anticipation.

The red haired, angel woman gave a moment of dramatic pause before starting on the story of their shared blood line.

"This is a story that my mother used to tell me when I was your age and her mother did the same and her mother before that and her mother before that, all the way down the generations for thousands of years.

A very. very, long time ago, when civilization was only newly begining there was war and death everywhere, armies warred with armies over land, resources and blood disputes. The world was a terrible, dark place. Most people did not live past twenty years old and the Great Spirits ran rampant on the face if the Earth. To them humans were just like any other creature, short lived and foolish, desperately trying to carve out our existence for as long as they could.

Just like the humans, the Great Spirits were constantly at war with one another, they often used the humans. who worshipped the Spirits as gods, to serve as foot soldiers for their armies. The world was endlessly torn by battle, until one day a great Evil rose up and began destroying everything in it's path. As the great army conquered, it simply demolished everything, tens of thousand died at this hands of this Evil. It had no face, nor shape, nor reason, it existed only to destroy. Even the power of the Great Spirits was cowed by the Evil, as more and the Evil spread throughout the land, spreading destruction and chaos within it's wake, the last of those who resisted were pushed back to the islands of the West.

Among them were nine human men and nine Great Spirits, each one of the Great Spirits had been known as the mightiest of all of their kind. They had all once held the largest of all the Great Spirit territories, each with tens of Great Spirits serving under them with thousands of humans serving as their foot soldiers.

Of the humans were those who had once been powerful kings, generals and warriors. Each one of the eight had held territories completely free of Great Spirits. Though the territories were not large ine Great Spirit terms, the very fact that they were each able to fend off all attempts at being taken over over a Great Spirit as well as their ability to survive without a Great Spirit protector was a clear sign of their abilities.

They had all agreed to meet in order to organize some form of resistance against the Evil but could not come to an agreement on who would be the leader. Of course, all the Great Spirits thought that the humans should simply have agreed to submit to whatever they decided, the men, in contrast would never allow themselves or those who followed them to be led be taken over by a Great Spirit. In the end, it was decided that Jargi, the nine-tailed vixen who was the oldest, wisest and possessed the most powerful magic of all the others, would be the leader of the Great Spirits. The men chose amongst themselves a King named Tersla, a good ruler known for his level head in ruling and unmatchable talent for military strategy. With both of their leaders chosen, the men and and Spirits determined that they should simply run a jointly-led army, each side adhering to their own leader.

As the small resistance force leaders attempted to find a way in which to defend against the Evil, their foe continured to move until evey peace of land on the continent had been completely consumed, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the Evil moved on to the Islands. Time was, indeed running out. Finally the answer came.

It was Benji, the four-tailed monkey with a sharp, cunning mind who was thought of it. You see, the reason why the Great Spirits could not stand against the Evil was not because they lacked the power but oppose rather, due to the fact that they were spirits, the erosive power of the Evil turned them evil the moment a Spirit came into contact with it. Thus far, any Spirit who had risen against it in the past was simply consumed by the Evil and ended up increasing it's power.

Humans however, were not altered in anywasy by coming into contact the the the Great Evil except that once consdumed by it they were killed by the residing Evil Spirits rather quickly.

Benji proposed that if a Great Spirit could inhabit the body of a human their forces might actually stand a chance, this idea was not taken very well. The idea of joining a Sprit with human was seen as a travesty against the very laws of nature, on top of that, it was impossible. Though there were stories of long ago alliances between flesh creatures and Spirits, Gorg the Bear of Infinity, Kaeleminum the Eternity Shark, those were however, just stories.

There was much bickering and yelling amongst the group, Benji continued to insist that it was possible, Hael the five-tailed dolphin horse vehemently protested even the very idea of a spirit and a mud creature becoming one and Kilik, a human king that was well famed for his killing a Great Spirit in one-on-one combat, simply dimissed the idea as impossible. In the group there were many arguments, insults and threats made, this one disagreement seemed to allow a tirade of hitherto restrained resentment amongst them.

Mortal combat seemed immenent before Jargi silenced the whole ensemble with a single word, once all was quiet, she procceeded to shock everyone present with the claim that there was, in fact a way to join Spirit to Flesh and that she was aware of exactly how to accomplish the feat.

After the initial outburst brought about by this revelation, despite much dissent from certain members of the alliance everyone generally agrees with the idea that this was their only real chance at achieving victory, it was agreed that they would test procedure in order to see how well it worked. No one doubted Jargi's word, it was well known that a fox spirit never lied, only twisted the truth to fit it's purposes. Which suited them all fine since their purpose, for the moment, was shared.

Jargi explained to all present the circumstances and incantation which was required to make a fusion between the two beings successful. She also explained that the more powerful the Spirit, the stronger the humans will needed to be in order to withstand the fusion. It was the human Kilik who was the first to volunteer, along side him, Buri the eight-tailed giant ox volunteered to be contained inside of him. After the first two all others assembled milled about, discussed and cajoled in order to decide who their partner would be, it seemed like only the expected turn of events when Jargi agreed to allow Tersla to become her vessel.

On the full moon, three nights later, every member of the resistance from the most powerful generals to the meanest of foot soldiers were gathered around to see the spectacle. According to Jargi, the last human-spirit conjoining had not taken place was several thousand years ago, this was quite literally the event of the millennium."

"Mommy, what does mullinelm mean?" Naruto suddenly asked the read haired woman, interupting the story.

She smiled indulgently at the child as she answered, "One millennium is equal to one thousand years."

"Oh...how many years are in a thousand?"

"On hundred, hundred."

This seemed to satisfy the blond, as he again settled into the woman who claimed to be his mother's lap.

"Ok" he announced.

However. just as the woman was preparing to restart her story, the tall, blond man suddenly appeared, smiling happily at them both he announced that breakfast was prepared and waiting for consumption.

"Morning...dad." Piped the boy, bashfully.

With a warm smile, the taller blond walked towards the duo before picking up his miniature, "Good morning, Naruto"

The red-head rose with a sigh, picking up Naruto she made her way towards the man fixing him with a look that sent warning shivers up his spine she walked past him and into the main chamber.

"We'll have to finish our story later, dear."

Well, that's it for this chapter! I actually originally intended it to be much longer but well I promised an update by Friday and I do have school to worry about.

New chapter every other day is still the goal though and I might be able to put in two longer installments over the weekend.

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Big thanks to all of you who have reviewd my story and I do reply to all of my reviews so if you havent received my reply yet, I'm getting to it.