Like I said earlier, I do not own Naruto. I just have a good imagination.

Please review. I really want to know what everyone thinks and if I can do better.

Our Earth, present day.

An old truck drove up the dirt road to a yellow farmhouse in the middle of Iowa. The owner of the truck smiled as it was so peaceful here. Memories started to flash into his head as he parked next to the garage. Memories of his first time driving with his father, when he drove home after graduation from Marine Boot Camp. Memories of driving there to bring his wife and son to see where he grew up for the first time. Memories of rebuilding and moving in after the storm that took the lives of everyone he loved, which caused a few tears to fall as he got out of the truck.

Now this is to be his last memory. Walking into the house, rebuilt in perfect detail to the house he grew up in as a child, the man threw his keys on the counter in the kitchen and walked through the hallway turning left into his bedroom. Looking at his features in the mirror, he paused at his reddish-hazel eyes, once fierce and proud in his youth. They now held the peacefulness of a man who had accepted his fate with pride and hope, his sandy brown hair cut short as it once was in the Marines. As he changed his clothes to the outfit he picks for his final days, he smirked at his toned and athletic six-foot two-inch physique and laughed.

"It's not like there's going to be anyone else that would like seeing that any more," he laughed at his reflection.

He then remembered back to the night two weeks before. It was a night no one would ever forget. Sitting in the house he rebuilt after a long day of harvest, he dropped his cocoa at the sound of the news report on the TV.

"This is a special news bulletin! We take you live to the White House!"

"My fellow Americans. It pains me to report that the mission was a failure. The payload sent to divert Comet 2158A failed to detonate and a secondary attempt was ineffective. The comet will impact the Midwestern United States on March 10th at 12:40 pm Central time. We will continue our efforts to try to divert the comet's path while trying to get as many people to safety. Please take my humblest apologies and use this time to be with your loved ones, in this humanity's darkest hour."

He smiled, knowing now that he has made his peace and he will see his beloved wife and son soon.

'That is why you need to get dressed in your best outfit. You want to make a good impression wouldn't you?'

Nodding to himself, he finished getting dressed into what he considered to be his best outfit. To some, it may appear that he was heading for battle, but for him, it was an attempt of dressing properly for his final hour. Black from head to toe, from the old combat boots polished and resoled, to the black denim jeans, his favorite black t-shirt, topped off by his long black trench coat.

He then reached into his closet behind him and pulled out two items. One was a sword he had refurbished with most of his life savings a couple years ago. Reforged from a titanium-steel alloy and sharpened to laser sharp perfection, it gleamed in the light of the small candles throughout the room. He then gazed at the orange-red swirl insignia just above the pommel. Even during the repair and improvement of the family blade, the insignia never faded or melted away.

'Wish I knew what the heck this was. Why wouldn't grandpa tell me more? Blood of the first family – something to be awakened. What does that mean?'

Looking at the blade with pride and curiosity, he sheathed the sword in its scabbard and attached it to an orange sash tied around his waist.

He recalled the training he once got from his grandfather with the sword when it was nothing more than a broken tool of his youth. Teaching him that it was to be an extension of not just his arm but of his will, the sword became a point of bonding between the two. It was much later that the same old man taught him the three rules to life.

----- Flashback: 7 years ago -----

"Gramps, why are we discussing this now?? I should be heading back to San Diego to be with my wife. Our son will be born in a few months."

The old man stared holes through me that day. It was the only time I heard him raise his voice.

"Robert, certain traditions need to be upheld, even though you might not understand what it means. My father told me of this when your father was born and so it is time to pass it to you. So be at ease and LISTEN!"

I raised my hand to try and calm him down and told him to continue quickly.

"There are three rules to life as it pertains to us. Keep these in mind at all times. One, always protect who is precious to you. Never abandon them and do anything it takes to keep them safe, even if sacrifices need to be made. Two, love purely, speak honestly, and listen carefully. Three, look underneath the underneath of things."

I laughed at the third one but nodded my head when it looked like he was going to hit me on the top of the head.

-----End memory-----

Smiling, he bowed his head to place a pendant around his neck consisting of a gold chain and a medallion broken in two. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and pondered the medallion. No one said anything more than it being a family heirloom passed down to the oldest son in the family. He then looked at the clock on the wall above the mirror.

8:10 am.

Sighing, he walked outside to look up at the sky. Seeing the comet rushing in made him wince at the light. Lowering his gaze, he noticed another light off in the tree line past the barn. The light had a greenish glow so curiously, he approaches. Mumbling to himself about trespassers and not getting peace on his last day, he decided to investigate. After a bit of a walk, he came across what could only be called a shrine in the midst of some pine trees amongst all of the maple trees in the grove. There were five crystal spires glowing and in front of the altar, a small scroll was laying unprotected.

'What a creepy thing to see in your last hours. How odd...' mused Robert as he picked up the scroll. His eyes widened more than he ever had before when he saw the wax seal on the scroll. It was the same orange-red insignia on his sword and that looked like what could make up his medallion, if it was whole. Stepping back from the shrine, he opened the scroll and a breeze picks up, with mist coming from the scroll. Coughing, he drops the scroll only to hear a voice.

"Do you think he can hear us?" said a powerful male voice.

"Never know until we ask, beloved," stated an angelic female voice.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?? THIS IS NO TIME FOR GAMES WITH THE WORLD ENDING AND ALL!!!", he screamed back into the mist, clutching the sword on his hip.

"Calm down. That is so unbecoming of a descendant of the Uzumaki and Uchiha," growled the male voice.

"Do you care to explain then, or is this just a hallucination? I am Robert Painter. The names Uzumaki and Uchiha are not familiar to me."

The female voice then spoke. "Listen since there is not much time. You saw the symbol on the seal and you are wearing the pendant of the Uzumaki clan. Only our descendant would have that. Only a person with our blood could open the seal on the scroll. You are our descendant even though the family name has changed for your protection."

"I don't have time for riddles, games, or vagueness. State your business and be gone."

"Did you forget the second rule of life??" asked the male voice.

"How do you know that?? I didn't tell anyone about the rules since my son died." said Robert releasing his sword but clearly nervous.

"'Cause we made those rules back in Konoha. I passed them down to my children when we came here to this world." chuckled the male voice. "Are you ready to listen??"

"Make it quick." He then leaned against the nearest tree, awaiting some answer to this insanity.

The female voice spoke next. "We came here after a great war looking for a peaceful life. Living here as farmers gave us the peace in life that we had so cherished and hoped for. Our names were changed to your family name after much consideration for our safety and that of our children. We knew that someday problems would occur, either by discovery of people wanting to take us back, people wanting to separate me from my beloved, or by events out of our control. In that event, we made this scroll and set a seal on this shrine for it to activate if and when the last of the clan here was in mortal danger."

"You still have family left in our original world, but there is only two left. Both boys, one Uzumaki and one Uchiha, are alone. We can't let our clans, even separated by worlds, go into the dust. In the scroll, there is a picture with a set of hand signs that when used with the phrase, "Dimension Shift jutsu," will take you to that world," explained the male voice.

"Before you go however, know that when you were sprayed with the mist, knowledge of the language of that world was passed to you. It is somewhat similar to the language here, but there are differences in writing and terminology. We wouldn't want our only descendant to not know how to communicate properly."

"So you want me to pack up and leave this world which is about to die, give up on seeing my wife and son now, just in the hopes of meeting two boys who are basically cousins of mine in a world that already seems to operate differently than what I have known to be true?"

"Got a problem with that, great grandson??" they both state blandly.

Robert looked at the sky seeing the comet approach. He then sighs and looked at his watch. 9:15 am.

"Fine. But I need to grab some stuff. I can't let things from this world just wither away."

He then sprinted to his house, which was a good mile away and started to ponder. He couldn't bring a whole lot of things, but he had a rolling chest and his old pack. That would do. He then proceeded downstairs to the cellar to pack them with a couple of his old camouflage uniforms, toiletries, and his old armor from the Marines. He then added his sleeping bag and mat as well, and filled up two canteens before tossing in a large first aid kit along with some cheese and venison sausage from the fridge.

Next he pondered bringing weapons. 'I would like to bring Dad's two favorite pistols, but who knows if there would be ammunition to buy? Hmmmm…' He then spotted his hunting crossbow, so he grabbed it along with two quivers of bolts and lashed it to the outside of the pack. Next, he grabbed some throwing knives and a baton and lashed them to his right leg. He then reached into an old ammo crate and pulled out a dozen grenades, taping the firing pins to make sure they don't just go off without him wanting to, then put them in the outer pouches of his pack.

Then he went upstairs and grabbed his chest from the attic and put in his family album, and then proceeded to grab other family heirlooms, including a bag of gold coins from his ancestors from this world, a small vase full of black and red sand, and a black dragon silk blanket. Seeing there was room, he thought some more.

"I wonder if there is electricity in this world I am going to," Robert thought aloud.

"Yes there is." spoke a familiar male voice.

"Are you following me??" Robert said still shocked he could hear the voice looking about the room, seeing no one was there.

"Like we were going to leave you until you got through the shrine. We thought we make have to convince you all over again to go," sighed the female.

"What are your names? Might be nice to have that info handy."

"When you go through, there will be two scrolls on the other side for you to give to the Hokage, the leader of the village. One is for you to open and will have a blue seal. That scroll will explain everything. The second scroll with have four red seals. That one you will take to the Hokage after you find the two boys. Just remember you are an Uzumaki and Uchiha. Well, more Uzumaki than anything, right sweetheart?" asked the female.

"Definitely dear, he looks a lot like me, except the red in his eyes. That must be from you. I wonder if he has your gifts." said the male proudly.

"Gifts???" he replied, looking around as if someone had told an eight year-old the cure to cancer.

"Forget it. Just find the Uchiha boy or a certain someone from the Hatake clan if you need to know."

"Whatever, at least I know I can take some extra things." He then scrambled with the chest downstairs and grabbed a laptop, some movies, a battery charger, a couple of power adapters, his music player, some portable speakers, and spare batteries including a makeshift battery pack for the laptop. Carefully wrapping all of that in the blanket, the then went to the porch and grabbed a box of MREs and opened it, placing enough inside for a week.

Looking at his watch, he noticed he had an hour left before the comet would impact the atmosphere, so he latched the chest, locking it with a key . He then placed the key in his pack and secured the pack to his back. Looking back in his room, he saw a picture of him and his son when he was 4. He kissed his son and put it in his coat pocket.

'I'll have to see you later son, if this works.' he thought to himself.

He then sprinted with everything he was worth to the shrine, but carefully enough to ensure nothing was lost on the way. When he arrived, he stopped a couple of minutes leaning against one of the pine trees to catch his breath, when both voices spoke in unison startling him.

"Place your belongings on the altar and grab the scroll."

Robert grabbed the scroll putting it under his arm and then reluctantly stepped on the altar with his belongings and everything that was memorable in this world.

"Now before you go, remember that you need to find both the last descendant of the Uzumaki and Uchiha clans as well as talk to the Hokage; show him the one scroll that you will see on the other side. It will have the same seal as the one you found here, and will help clarify things for them."

"You aren't going to be there on the other side, are you?" Robert said, concerned and reluctant.

"No, we could only observe the descendants, but not interact. Our souls are linked to this world. When it goes, so do we."

Robert sighed and steeled himself. "Ok, I'm ready. So, I do the hand signs on the scroll." Pulling out the scroll he started to read the pictures on the scroll.

"One last thing. There is one more rule of life, a new one. You need it as much as the boys do: Don't live in the past and hold no regrets."

"Fine. Let's get this going before it is too late." Robert looked one last time at the scroll then dropped it to do the hand signs. They flowed naturally as if his hands had its own will and then he said those words that were said generations ago.

"DIMENSION SHIFT JUSTU!!"

A green light enveloped the area but slowly mingled with the energy the comet was giving off. One could hear a faint scream if one was close enough to the shrine before it disappeared.

"Do you think he will succeed, my beloved Yamada??"

"He is an Uzumaki. You ever seen one not succeed??"

Just moments later, the comet impacted and the Earth was no more.