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.
Konoha Ninja Academy, mid-afternoon
"YOU JUST WAIT! I WILL BE HOKAGE ONE DAY!!"
"Dobe, you can't even do a simple Bunshin or Henge. How could an idiot and failure like you ever be Hokage. You won't even graduate when the exams come in three months."
"TEME!!"
"Hn, whatever. I'm out of here."
Such are the days after class at Konoha Ninja Academy. Always filled with arguments, competition and struggles of children striving to become the ninja of their dreams – these two in particular.
One, loud as his orange jumpsuit, confident as his cerulean blue eyes, and as wild as his unruly blonde hair. The other, a raven haired boy, subdued as his black eyes but determined and reserved as his motions and words always are. Such are the days of Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke. Little did those two realize, they had more in common than they knew.
As Naruto watched his rival turn and walk away, the anger from being slighted and belittled compounded his determination to prove everyone wrong. 'You will see. I will become strong. I will become Hokage. Then you will have to respect me!' thought young Naruto as he turned away from the image of his rival, heading off for home.
'Why does it matter if he respects me? He doesn't acknowledge anyone anyways. He thinks he is so much better than anyone. I'll show him.'
As his determination rose, he headed off back to his apartment determined to train where he would not be disturbed. He knew in the back of his mind that Sasuke was right. He wasn't ready for the exams. He failed before trying those jutsus. Every time he tried a Henge, it was never right. Either the transformation was not convincing or poorly made. Every attempt to make a clone ended up pale and sickly, like a bad photocopy.
What made it even worse in his eyes was everyone in class, and how they would react.
'What a failure!'
'Loser!'
'Are you trying to get us in trouble?'
'Pathetic!'
Those words hurt most of all, especially knowing what he must face outside of the class. It was as if everyone had been against him ever since he could walk. Living without parents, he was left to fend for himself. Attempts were made constantly to take his life. He had never known a peaceful night's sleep. Just walking down the street would be enough to get those hateful glares, full of killing intent. Objects like bricks, bottles, and anything else handy were thrown at him daily. If that wasn't enough, the insults that were thrown hurt as much as a brick to the head.
'Monster, why don't you die?!?!'
'Why haven't they killed him yet???'
'It's the demon. He'll kill us all one day. Someone has to kill him.'
Naruto sniffed sadly but continued running home, not letting the tears come from the memory. He had no more tears to shed anymore. If it wasn't for Sarutobi-sama and Iruka-sensei, he most surely would have been dead. It was the Third who quietly got his apartment and it was Iruka-sensei that kept him clothed and fed as best he could.
He managed to avoid the villagers and get to the safety of his apartment, just a couple buildings away from the Hokage offices, breathing a sigh of relief and started to get to training.
"I need to train until dark. I got to get better. I will get a perfect Bunshin. I have to!" Naruto stated firmly. There and then, he went into running through hand signs and wearing himself down to the point of exhaustion.
Near the Uchiha Compound
'What a loser. I got better to do than argue with that Dobe. I got to get stronger… so I can beat him,' Sasuke thought as he walked to his home.
'Home. Is this what it is?? Four empty walls only filled by my things and my presence??'
Sasuke shook the thought from his head. Just another thing to distract him from his path. He had someone to bring to justice. His justice. To defeat him, to make him suffer and beg for the end, to make him feel what he went through without his family. Only after that could he finally turn that house into a home, the collection of houses into the Uchiha clan he dreamed of. He had to get stronger for that. Until then, he could not relax.
As he walked into the Uchiha compound, he veered left and reset the gate alarm seals and settled into the courtyard to begin target practice. Running through these things would make him sharper.
As nightfall came forth, a thought usually banished from his mind bubbled up into the forefront of his thoughts.
'It would be so much easier if Dad or Mom were here. I could actually have someone to train with. At least someone I can trust more that that damn Naruto.'
Naruto's apartment
ACHOOOOO!!
Recovering from his sneeze, he finally gave it up for one night and proceeded to make his favorite dinner.
"RAMEN!!!!!!"
But as the young man wandered into the kitchen to boil his water, and wait those three excruciating minutes for the ramen to cook, his usual lonely thoughts came to him.
'This would be so much easier if I had a Dad or Mom.' He shook his head off the thought after a couple minutes of pondering. Then it came to him, like a lightning flash during an eclipse.
"I guess I got one more reason to become Hokage. No one will ever be abandoned or unloved again!"
Nodding in affirmation to his revelation, Naruto took his now prepared cup of Ramen and sat down to eat.
Training Ground Seven, mid-evening.
A green flash appeared in the moonlit darkness covering an old, but familiar training field. The air seemed to bulge as if giving birth to something new, the darkness suddenly parting to show a long forgotten but somehow familiar shrine of crystal and stone.
Normally this would go unnoticed until much later, but tonight a lone figure was spending more time than normal looking at a pedestal that was no more than a few yards from him. As the lone figure peered over the monument to the honored fallen shinobi of the past, his one lone eye noticed a figure collapsed on the altar that appeared from thin air bathed in the strange green glow emanating from the newly formed structure.
"Hmmmm, there's something you don't see every day. My apologies, dear friend. It appears I have work to do." the man said solemnly as he touched the monument one last time, tracing his fingertips past a familiar name.
Robert started to stir after the jarring ride he was subjected to. As he slowly opened his eyes, pain returned to his body.
"Kami damn it all, they could have warned me about this. Kuso!!!!" Robert cursed not caring for the situation he was put through. Then something jarred loose in his mind.
'Kami?? Who the fuck is Kami?? And why in the hell did I say Kuso?' Sitting up grimacing at the pain pulsing through every muscle and bone in his being, the words the male voice came back to him.
'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 one descendant to not know how to communicate properly.'
'I guess this is part of now knowing this language. Odd.'
As he started to survey his surroundings, he noticed a few things instantly. First, it was nighttime and there was a clear moonlit night out. Second, the crystals were still glowing giving the place an alien feel as its green light bathed the area. A quick look at those crystals showed signs of tremendous strain. He surmised that the crystal could be on the verge of breaking. Then, from behind him, he heard footsteps as someone approached.
Robert struggled to get to his feet, not knowing if the person approaching was friend or foe, but his body gave out on him and he collapsed. Then the footsteps started to speed in pace so Robert turned to either see his savior or attacker. That is when he saw him. The man approaching had silver hair and was sporting a mask covering his mouth and nose. He was also wearing a bandanna of sorts covering his left eye. The figure was tall and lean, as if the person was made to be able to hide behind the smallest of trees, but the boot-like sandals, equipment pouches on his hip and the vest he was wearing gave him an appearance of one not to be trifled with.
'This guy is either a hunter or a military man of some sort. I'd best be careful to not provoke him – best not die after just escaping my last near-death experience.'
The shinobi approached the downed figure on the altar with a sense of concern but on many fronts. The altar was never here and he would know, what with the number of times he visited this area, either to reflect and mourn or to train. The person on the altar was unable to stand, though they certainly did try. Therefore, he assumed that the person had to have used a jutsu that took a lot out of him or her, and quite possibly the journey was hazardous in its own right.
As the shinobi got closer, he could confirm that it was indeed a man, one he'd never seen before. But a few things stood out. One was the weapons he had on him. At minimum he had a baton, a katana, and some weird shaped kunai on him, therefore the person could at least be a warrior or a fellow ninja. But what was peculiar were three things. One was his backpack, which appeared heavily loaded as if he was prepared for a long journey. Second was the strange box on wheels. It was not made of wood nor metal, or at least any wood or metal he seen before. It was also quite large, meaning this person had a need to pack those possessions that were held dear to him.
What concerned the shinobi most was the medallion that hung from the man's neck. It appeared to be similar to one his long passed sensei had on his possession. If it was what he thought it was, then there was some major questions that need answering.
'If I want those questions answered,' he contemplated, 'it would be best to start cordially. Don't jump to conclusions, but stay on guard.'
"Sorry, but I haven't seen you or this shrine around here before. May I inquire as to how you got here and, more importantly, who you are?" he asked to the downed man in front of him.
Robert studied the face of the man in front of him. Obviously the man had concerns.
'Well who wouldn't. I would too if I saw some guy and a shire appear out of nowhere. So what do I say? Do I spill my guts to him? I might not be welcome here and could be dead in short order. But I can't just stay silent, or he could take that as a sign of deceit and I could be in trouble.'
After a couple of seconds, he finally got the nerve to speak.
"Well obviously you can tell I am not from around here. There are some people I am supposed to look for, but I have nowhere to call home, nor any idea where I am. As for my name..."
Then the idea struck him. No one here knows him, so he can use any name he wanted. Plus if his great grandparents felt it was necessary to change their names, then he should change his name to something suitable.
"For now, please call me by my first name. I'm Chronos. Pleasure to meet you," Robert, happily stated extending his hand.
The shinobi had no idea what to make of this. It could be a deception, but his eye hidden by his forehead protector could not sense any malicious intent from this person. However, it seemed "Chronos" was holding back. However, his words about people he was looking for and not having a home made it seem that he might just be lost. He decided to take a chance.
Grasping the hand extended to him, he helped Chronos to his feet. "I am Hatake Kakashi. You are just outside training ground seven in the village of Konoha."
Chronos looked at him with a mixture of surprise and relief, cause he remembered part of what the voices said to him. Smiling, he replied, "Just my luck, I was found by one of the people I was hoping to help me. You haven't happened to see two scrolls around here? I was told that they would be around my insertion point, next to a rock."
Kakashi looked at him first with apprehension but seemed comforted that someone would send a man into a place it seems he has no clue of under the pretense that the Copy Ninja would help him. He ruled out the person to be an attacker by the way Chronos was leaning heavily on his shoulder. The man was obviously exhausted. So maybe he was just a lost traveler. Looking around, he saw a lone rock and 15 feet ahead of the shrine with what appeared to be wax seals on them.
"Well let's see if I can be some help." Kakashi led Chronos to the rock and set him down picking up the scrolls. Then it came to him just by looking at the seals on one of the scrolls, one seal was the crest of the Uchiha and the other was of the Uzumaki. Interesting indeed.
"Chronos, you said you were told that I would help you and that these scrolls would be here. Who told you that? I also noticed the medallion around your neck. Where did you get that?"
Chronos looked down and held the medallion in his hands, tracing the markings with his fingertips. 'How much do I tell? He might think I am crazy and could lock me up. But he did seem friendly from the start and if those voices were really of my great grandparents, then maybe it might not be a bad idea to tell him some of it.'
Sighing with a sense of submission, he looked at Kakashi directly in his eyes. "You may think I am crazy, but it was the spirits of my dead great grandparents that told me to come here and find you as well as a couple other people. One said he was an Uzumaki and the other spirit said she was an Uchiha."
Kakashi looked stunned but then noticing the red tint in Chronos's eyes, he saw all the truth he needed to know. There is the appearance of the Uchiha bloodline in him and combining that with Yamada's lost half of the Uzumaki clan head's medallion, it seems somewhat plausible.
"Well Uzumaki Chronos, you are in luck. Cause with that medallion around your neck and your eyes, I can tell there is truth in what you said. How much is left to be said and we will have to let the Hokage determine that himself. Would you be so kind as to stay put while I send for assistance and retrieve your things?"
With a nod from Chronos, Kakashi then went through some hand motions. He could sense this person was calling forth something just by the feel of the energy in the air increasing.
"Summoning jutsu!"
All of a sudden, through a puff of smoke, a small gray dog with a blue bandanna similar to the one Kakashi wore appeared. If that was not crazy enough, Chronos's jaw hit the ground when, for some reason, the dog spoke.
"Nice to see you again Kakashi. What can I help you with?"
"Pakkun, please go and inform the Hokage that it appears that the great grandson of Uchiha Kina and Uzumaki Yamada has come to Konoha and is in need of shelter. Tell the Hokage to send a medic nin and an ANBU to help with bringing him back."
The dog nodded and took off leaping through the trees.
"Kakashi, that dog spoke and came from nowhere," Chronos said pointing with an unsteady hand. "I know I've seen some weird crap today, but this is getting weirder by the second."
"Nani!?! You never seen a summoning before??"
"Not ever," Chronos said firmly.
"Well it looks like you have a lot to catch up on." Kakashi said as he grabbed Chronos's pack and rolling chest. As soon as he stepped off the altar with them, it started to crumble, causing Kakashi to sprint towards Chronos.
Looking with sadness, Chronos spoke. "Looks like there is no home left to go to. I guess I live here now."
