DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN NARUTO or anything else just a fan making a story

CHAPTER:1 Demon's Sleep Demon's Wake

"Demon talking"

'Demon thinking'

"Human talking"

'Human thinking'

Jutsu being used

The two men hovered over the small desk, speaking softly. The first man sat behind the desk wearing a rather grim expression under his large hat. His fingers were interlaced, resting under his chin in a rather thoughtful manner as soft puffs of smoke rose out of his pipe. The other man was rather tall, sporting a head full of gray hair that just seemed to defy gravity. Only one of his eyes was visible as a metal plated headband engraved in the symbol of the leaf covered his left iris and hid it from view. The casual observer might be fooled by his relaxed posture as his true expression was hidden behind a black mask which covered most of his face, but subtle indications such as the slight tightening of the shoulders or the tendency of his right hand to twitch towards his weapons pouch indicated a surprising amount of anger from the usually calm demeanor.

There was a brief silence and the older man leaned back in his chair, "You're sure." It was not a question, but a statement.

The masked man shrugged casually, "I could be wrong." Yet his tone implied otherwise.

The old man massaged the bridge of his nose, a bad habit he had picked up over the years do to the stress of his position, "Did you send word to Jiraiya?"

"I did." The masked ninja replied, "But-ah, you have company."

Seconds later, a small boy with golden blond appeared at the door covered in cuts and bruises. His clothes were torn and covered in mud while patches appeared to be of a more crimson variety. He stumbled through the door, wobbling dangerously. Kakashi stood on alert in case he should fall.

The boy's sky-blue eyes were fixed on the old Hokage, "I need to talk to you."

The older man's eyes were wide while his companion remained standing in a state of shock. For a moment, each had thought they had seen a flash of red reflect in his eyes, but surely it was only a trick of the light.

"Naruto," the old man stood and walked toward him, touching him gently on the shoulder. His eyes shone with pity and self loathing as while his voice carried softly, kindly, "what happened to you?"

The boy's lips parted, but his words came out so low and off tone that he barely made sense.

"my-hous-my-house" Naruto was finally able to say before his eyes dulled and he collapsed in the Hokage's arms.

"Kakashi take Naruto to the hospital. I'm going to go see what happened at his house" The Hokage said as he handed the limb boy to Kakashi. A moment passed in which each man regarded his task before disappearing in a swirl of leaves.

As the Hokage approached Naruto's home, he could make out plumbs of dark smoke rising up through the sky against a faint tint of amber. Jumping on top of a roof, he discerned a crown of onlookers watching the fire from afar, neither applauding it nor making any attempt to put it out.

At the forefront of the crown were four dancing drunkenly singing, "It's burning! It's burning! The demon's house is burning! Ash's! Ash's! It's burning down to Ash's!"

It was clear that these four were the men who had started the fire. The Hokage mentally kicked himself for putting Naruto in that small house, but it was fear that had forced his judgment. Fear that had clouded his judgment on a little child. Fear of the Demon fox that pushed him to house the boy on the outskirts of town and far from protection. He forgot all about the small boy living in pain, living alone without parent or love or protection.

Naruto's parents had died protecting the village. His father was the greatest Hokage of them all, his pupil's pupil, and had given his life to stop the nine tailed fox's attack while his mother had died during childbirth. Is this how he honored their memory?

He bowed his head, "Minato, Kushina, forgive me." Chakra surged through his hands as he formed a couple of hand signs, "Water style raging waves" the Hokage yelled as a huge wave of water appeared over Naruto's burning house, before the drunken men were even aware of it the wave had crushed the house destroying it and taking the fools who screamed in pain as they were swept away by the sheer force of the tidal wave.

The Hokage breathed heavily, he didn't expect one jutsu to take so much charka out of him, but the years were finally creeping up on him. He looked up at the sky wishing Minato were still alive and thinking of better days and how the world could have been had the Kyuubi never came.

It was time for change. Perhaps it was too late to heal all the scars this village carried, but things could not continue the way they were.

Kakashi leaned against the wall outside of Naruto's room waiting on the nurse to come back, hopefully with better news than he was expecting. The Hokage was seated opposite of him looking pensive. Kakashi sighed, longing to pull out a book he had recently discovered, Icha Icha Paradise, but this really didn't seem like an appropriate occasion.

A nurse slipped out of the boy's room glancing about hesitantly until her eye rested on the two ninja in the hall. She smiled tentatively, bowing her head respectively, "Hokage-sama, Kakashi-san."

She appeared a bit young to be a nurse and unsure or how to broach the subject of Naruto's condition to these powerful men.

"Naruto is stable, and we managed to heal the few injuries he sustained," she hesitated, biting her lip, "but he has slipped into a coma due to unknown causes."

Kakashi visibly stiffened, and the Hokage straighten in his chair. The nurse flinched, hating to be the bearer of bad news.

"I-I don't understand it," her voice cracked, "he's not responding to any of the medicine we give him, and most of his wounds finished healing so quickly, it was like he was never even hurt at all."

The Hokage stood, "Can I see him?"

The nurse was startled by his abrupt question, "Yes, of course Hokage-sama." She shivered as he swooped past her and entered the sterile smelling room, his cloak fluttering behind him. The nurse looked ready to sink into the floor so Kakashi put his arm around her shoulders soothingly.

Inside the dimly lit room, the Hokage observed as a doctor hovered over the stiff boy checking his various joints and muscle tissues with a careful, practiced hand. He moved up to Naruto's face and gently pushed back one of his eyelids, holding a flash light ready to check the dialysis of the boy's pupils. Suddenly, he jumped back as if he were given an electric shock.

Curious, the Hokage stepped forward, "What is it?"

"Those eyes," murmured the physician, "they're red."

"I see," the old ninja said pulling up a chair. He gently pulled up the boy's shirt so as to observe the markings engraved on the child's stomach. Nothing appeared unusual as Naruto's chest rose and fell steadily, but the Hokage knew he was no expert in the art of seals. He wondered what was going on inside the boy's body as he debated whether it was time to call his old students home.

"Dark. Why is it so dark?" Naruto wondered out loud as he paced through the seemingly endless darkness, "I always hated the dark. It's no fun."

"It doesn't have to be dark."

Naruto whipped his head around trying to find the source of the booming voice. Finding nothing, he resumed his pace only to notice that the scenery had changed. Now, he was in a long corridor full of leaky pipes. The floor was covered in putrid liquids that fizzled and steamed when they came in contact with each other.

Naruto shivered, 'Where am I?'

Dark laughter echoed down the corridor from far ahead, "Welcome Kit. I've been waiting for you."

ending here hope you all like it if you remember reading this story some where before it used to be called demons reslove but it was cancelled simply cause life was busy for me back then but now i'm back and hopefully I can finish what I started this time with falling with demons