Disclaimer: I do not own the anime series Naruto. I write these stories for the sole purpose of enjoyment and do not -under any circumstances- make a profit out of writing these Fan-Fics. Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi.

Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic death scenes, violence, unsuitable language, homosexuality scenes, sex and other scenes that may be inappropriate for children under 18 years of age. The writer of this story will NOT be held responsible if a minor reads the following contents. Be aware that you disagreeing with any of the warnings will not change anything above. I repeat- This will NOT be negotiated. The story does Not follow the plot of Kishimoto Masashi.

Main pairing: NarutoxSasuke

Couples: NarutoxSasuke, NarutoxItachi, KyuubixSasuke, KibaxHinata, Mild FagakuxKushina, MinatoxKushina, PeinxKonan, FagakuxKonan, and KyuubixItachi, AsumaxKonan, FagakuxMikoto…Many more couples in future chapters.

Notes: This is set up during the early 1800's and is not based on Japan. The story begins with flashbacks for special reasons! If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask me.

Flashback: 7 years after Naruto was born:

Man had to always work. They, from the beginning of mankind, had to provide some kind of effort to get what they needed and primarily what they wanted. They were savage and unreadable when it came to these things. And it was no lie that Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze reminded people of what they were. Animals. But then again-Naruto wasn't just anyone. He was…special.

"You're staring."

"Huh?"

The small mentioned blond look annoyed, "You're staring at me again…are you okay? No, as a matter of fact, are you going to teach me how to fish or not!"

Kiba looked away and coughed, "R-Right. Sorry, I was just thinking and spaced out."

Naruto smiled with a look that said everything was forgiven. He ran over to Kiba, his chubby hands flew up to Kiba's cheeks, moving into odd positions. Naruto always took pleasure in doing the funny faces seeing that it made Kiba look comical. "Well, let's get started and stop spacing out!"

Kiba backed away and slapped Naruto's hands off, he rubbed his cheeks in an attempt to sooth them, "Hold your horses Naruto. We first have to get the boat and then we can start."

Naruto pouted, "Fine, but if the fish run away before I come-"

Kiba smirked, "Fish can't run-they swim."

Naruto blushed and glared at his brother, "Yeah. Swim. Like I was saying- I won't give you the best part of the fish when it's time for dinner. I'll just give it to the dogs."

Kiba grinned, "Come on then. I wouldn't want that to happen."

Konan silently cradled the small infant in her arms. Kyuubi, the 3 years old infant's name, was her only joy. Her only son. She looked down and smiled with pride. Soon the infant would have woman all over him- in a couple of years of course.

"Madam, Fugaku Uchiha is arriving. He brought his wife Mikoto Uchiha."

Konan waved her hand dismissingly, "Make sure that they are properly welcomed into the house and-"

"No need for such flatters my dear Konan," Fugaku said coming through the halls, his wife right beside him, her pregnancy, Konan noticed, clearly showed through her thoroughly hand-fabricated dress.

"Well, what a pleasant surprise. You should have written to me and said you were coming. This house is a mess, my servants would have tidied up a little bit more."

On the contrary Mikoto thought-the house was spotless. There wasn't a hair out of place. But Konan was always one to be a neat freak. She smiled, "No need, this house is always perfect."

"Yes, of course. Why don't you have a seat? You seem a tad tired. Care for some tea? It's a special recipe for soon-to-be mothers."

Fugaku gently nudge her, his face told her to take the offer. She glared at him for a second but nonetheless agreed. "Yes, I would love to. After all…" Mikoto faltered, she bit her tongue and swallowed hard, "I trust you."

Konan smiled.

Mikoto shuddered slightly.

"Well, come on. We don't have all day. And besides, Kyuubi is getting hungry."

"Oh, yes."

Fugaku watched as they left and quickly moved up the stairs as soon as they were out of sight. He had business to attend to.

Staring at the crack off the wall, a woman, no older than 25 years old, wondered aimlessly through her mind. She was at the brick of insanity -a state of mind with no return. She pulled her legs up to her heaving chaste, counting the minutes go by ever so slowly and wondering will she ever leave this place.

Where are you?

Wearing nothing but the rags she came in with, she snuggled closer to herself, she needed some kind of warmth. The room she was in was cold and dim, she could hardly see her breath coming in and out of her masked face, spreading the small particles into the air.

There was always someone in the room with her. The person never spoke. Just moved to get food and sleep. Sometimes she would try to talk to this person and although they never answer back it seem to ease the hours she was in the room, but just a little.

When will I get out?

She always cried herself to sleep. Moaning and groaning for that feeling again. She would yell and try to scratch the damn mask of her face. And when she was tired, she would gently pick up the rag doll near the bed, and hug the thing, rock it, and sing sweet lullaby's until she fell asleep.

Hush my little angel. Don't you cry... daddy and mommy will always be here for you. Right?

And such delightful words always broke through her lips all through out her dreamless nights.

Blue eyes carefully hid behind the vast bushes, careful so that they didn't find him. Years of experience taught him not to go out in the public, to be like an animal.

The laughter of two little boys running through the shady woods rang through his ears like melodies on a warm sunny day. They were strong, he noticed, both carried loads of fish to their little hut. Especially the blond beside the other boy.

His eyes never left the blond child. He wouldn't even try to, too afraid of what might happen if he did. Then again, no one would notice him. He chuckled silently to himself. Tonight was going to be a good one.

I hope he doesn't hate me.

No one murmured a word, not even an intake of breath. Too afraid to even try.

Naruto tried to disregard the thick heavy stare from the brown eyed drunk man walking awkwardly through the curtain-doors. Naruto hadn't seen the man in days. He silently ate the small portion of food left on his plate, ignoring the fact that the brunette reeked of strong alcohol and the fact that he wanted nothing more than to throw up whatever he had been eating merely minutes ago. He pushed the plate to the side of the table. So suddenly, he didn't feel hungry.

It's always like this,

Everyone, especially Kiba, saw Naruto's obvious discomfort. It was obvious the way his breathing increased and the way his eyes seem to dilate and show of his striking icy blue eyes, that he was afraid, petrified of the man. Kiba pulled his arms over his chaste. He was tired of having to deal with this mess every time his father seemed to come drunk from work-which was almost every day.

The 'look' that man shot towards Naruto was not fair. It wasn't right at all. A look that promised pain to all who feel upon it wasn't to be directed at an innocent child who did nothing to deserve it.

"H-Hey Na-what's his name? Goldie locks… get out of my seat." The man slurred. His feet were only inches away from Naruto and they seemed to inch closer with every syllable the man grounded out. The bottle of empty alcohol swayed lazily back and forth in his hands, gripping it lose and tightly every few seconds.

Naruto looked over his shoulder, his feet tingle with the slightest hint of fear and his small hands quivered in resentment. He hoped this wouldn't happen, but then again, hoping was such a silly thing. "But Jiraiya said this was my seat, fath-" It slipped out of his mouth without warning. He shouldn't have said those words while the man was drunk. It was a stupid thing to say. Jiraiya wasn't going to be there to protect him if Kiba's father drunkenly decided to go on a wild rampage.

"I'm not you father! How many times do I have to reveal that to you, eh?"

Naruto doubled over almost in agonizing pain as he was swiftly kicked on his side, he spit a few time and tried to muffle a few screams. With little to no warning at all, a hand grasped his blond hair and turned him to face brown eyes, unruly hair, and dark chocolate skin. He was right, he wasn't his father. That was just a slip up. Reality bites.

"Sorry," Naruto quivered, "I meant-"

"Shut up! You meant nothing." He said, pulling his blond hair harder. The bottle that swayed innocently through the air scattered all throughout the floor, earning a few gasps of fear. "It's your fault we live in this misery you little hell spawn. If you hadn't come along we would've had enough money to send my children to school. We would've had enough money to buy a stable home for my family. Jiraiya's a fool,"

Naruto looked away and started crying, his strangled sobs silently fell down his redden cheeks.

The drunken man didn't know what he was doing, but it felt good. To see those eyes burning with tears brought a sick pleasure to his mind. So damn good. "He should have left you dead. Who would want a fatherless kid?" he trailed off. He dropped him to the floor, and heard the boy whimper in pain, he was so sick of looking into those familiar eyes. "I never accepted you into my family if that's what you're thinking." He continued, "My wife forced me into feeding you. Into dressing you. To care for you..."

Naruto wasn't listening anymore. He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but he wasn't stupid either. Those words had hurt him deeper than the wound on his left knee or the terrible throb on his side. He just stood there and wondered bitterly did he even have a family at all. Not even once?

Kiba, who had long ago separated both of them, walked directly towards his father. "Dad you're drunk. You're scaring the other kids."

He looked at Kiba and screamed, his spit spread on his face. Kiba felt the urge to spit back. This man wasn't his father. His father wasn't like this. His father was a kind hearted man, with a wife, children, a lovable dog and a small warm hut.

"Always protecting that little brat like a loyal dog…" he indistinctly said. "Well, while you do that, I'm- I'm going to take a nap. I better not see that kid when I wake…" he slowly dove off to sleep, while walking. He barely saw the hard mattress before collapsing on the floor and falling to a dreamless sleep. Food was forgotten and so was the fight.

Naruto hadn't moved an inch from where he was sitting. His face looked blank, tired, too hurt. He slowly fixed his eyes around the room and saw that everyone had gone to sleep, except Kiba, who was right beside him. Oh, how he wished it was Jiraiya sitting next to him. He would know what to say in any case.

"Hey buddy…don't-"

Naruto couldn't endure this any longer, he would go crazy before he could get a chance to see the world and experience what it means to be a man-whatever that meant. He glared at floor and wiped his watery eyes with his hands. Slowly, he got on his feet, pretending he didn't cringe in pain. One or two ribs must have broken, he assumed. He walked out the small hut, Ignoring Kiba's outburst of, "where the hell do you think you're going? It's late and you might catch a cold and I'm not going to babysit you if you do."

Naruto shivered, it was cold and the sea was wild and high, rolling and crashing against each other than shimmering down with spindrifts hanging onto the air for a few seconds than falling back down to repeat the cycle again. The sand in between his little chubby toes constantly seem to find refuge, always digging deeper into the crease of his toes until he rubbed one foot on top of another to get them off. The night was beautiful.

Like a mirror image, icy blue eyes locked with Naruto's. Naruto startled, gazed up at the taller image for an extensive amount of time, before taking a step back.

"Tell me boy, what are you doing standing there in the middle of the night? Don't you know it's dangerous to be walking in the middle of the night? There are gypsies who are willing to steal you from your family and sell you off to pirates."

Naruto a little taken aback stood up straight and glared at the man. His hands closed into little fists, hands trembled indignantly, "I'm 7 years old. I'm old enough to take care of myself," Naruto huffed.

The taller figure chuckled, "Why yes you are. 7 years old, huh? How foolish of me."

They both stayed silent for a moment. Naruto was oddly calm, too calm he concluded. He had forgotten what he was suppose to be doing. It was strange. He would stare at the blond man and look away into the sky with a lingering sensation deep in his gut. "Um, sir, I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?" Naruto stared at the man for a while longer, "Well?"

The figure smiled, he stretched and flopped down on the sand, "No, you could say I'm not new to this place. I used to come here many times when I was a young man," He said, his voice becoming faded. "I'm happy to be here again. Out here in the sea I mean." He whispered.

Naruto could only stare and come closer to the man. The pain he had on his side was numb and long forgotten. He sat next to him and pulled his feet up to his chest, laying his head to rest on his knees. "What happened?"

"I ran into some trouble." He finished off. The taller blond looked at Naruto and smiled, "I'm leaving soon though, just came to get something I left behind. I'm still in trouble."

Naruto pouted, he didn't want the man to leave. Something about this man told him to stay close. "Oh, can I know what you're going to get?"

"I came to get my family. I miss them so much." He replied with a bright smiled that appeared to glow in the star filled sky. "Did you know I have a son? I've never met him but I know who he is,"

Naruto eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "How do you know him if you never met him, that makes no sense. Do you have a portrait of him?"

The blond stayed quiet, he seemed to be in deep thought, and a small frown seemed to decorate his face. "Well, no. I don't have a picture of him. I wished though. The only way I can tell he's my son is because of the birth mark on his cheeks."

Naruto unconsciously touched the side of his face. "But you don't have a birthmark on your cheeks unless it's really, really faint."

The blond man chuckled. "Oh, but I do have the same birthmark," Just not in the same place Naruto, "look let me show you," The taller stated, stooping his right leg and rolling the dirty old pants up to his knees. Three pairs of parallel lines stood in attention. The lines seemed like they were going in circles and gave the impression of an awesome tattoo.

Naruto stared at the birthmarks for a few minutes. His small hands trembled at the resemblance. Only one question flew through his head. Who was this man? He may have been a child, but he wasn't stupid either. He wasn't sure what it was, but something irked him about this man. "Wow, it looks so cool. Hey, I never got your name."

"Oh, how rude of me, I haven't told you my name, have I? Let me give you a full intro than," He stood up and came closer to Naruto. With every step Naruto seemed to get a better view of the man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a lean body. He wore very old rags much like himself.

As soon as they were inches away, the tall man opened his mouth to speak, "Name's Minato Namikaze," he said, quickly holding onto a bewildered Naruto.

Naruto could not believe it. There were too many coincidences. No. No! Naruto tried to run-to escape what was coming. He thought he was going to get a heart attack any second. No, he couldn't get a heart attack- he was too young and healthy. Maybe if he made some noise, try to drown out the words coming from Minato's lips. He refused to break. I came to get my family. He should've run to his small hut the moment he said that. He would've probably regret it later, but he didn't care right now.

"Please don't run," Minato pleaded. "Naruto, is your name right?" he said, trying to figure out a way to say what was about to come. Years of isolation have done no justice to his ability to communicate with people without scaring them off. Years of isolation and hiding from the guards has kept him from searching for his family. 7 years were too many days. "Yes, of course it's Naruto. I was the one who came up with the name."

"Please-Please don't say what I think…" He gulped, "please don't." Naruto turn his head to the side. He was at the brink of tears. He felt a warm hand reach his face. They were shaking, but they were firm and gentle nonetheless.

Slowly with anxiety, Minato wipe the tears rolling from Naruto's face. He looked just like him, but with his mother's spirit. "Naruto, I probably don't deserve your forgiveness after this. But please know that I loved you and thought about you every time I thought I couldn't pass another day. It was always you and your beautiful mother that kept me alive all this years." His hands were shaking more. It was now or never, he thought. "Naruto…I'm your father."

"How," He asked, all of a sudden he couldn't breathe, "could you say that? I never had a mommy or-or a daddy! How can you come out of nowhere and say that! How can you come and tell me I have a dad and then say you're leaving the next day. Why today?" Why not yesterday or the day before?

"I'm not leaving you, Naruto. Not now not ever…" Minato couldn't take the tension anymore. He hugged Naruto, rocking him right and left. Naruto's grandmother use to do this when he was near hysterics. Maybe he couldn't make up for the lost time or even make up for the lost memories of both of them as a family, but he had the choice of making time and making new memories for Naruto. The emotional damage that was done to Naruto was going to heal over time. But Minato knew, deep down, it would always leave scars.

"Come with me Naruto…"

To Be Continued.

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Question:

Why wasn't Sasuke in the Chapter? Well, You'll find out next chapter!

Will Naruto go with Minato? I don't know. Maybe.