Author's Note: Yo! This is CE-NEX with a story that has been sitting in storage for a while now. Due to school I haven't been able to update Founders' Legacy as I have no free time what so ever.

No worry, Founders will be my primary project and I will continue to update as soon as I have the time.

Now this story starts off identical to the first chapter of Founders so go ahead and feel free to skip to the part where he gets the scroll. First time readers read it all or else your going to be really confused. Hope you all enjoy so with out further ado

The Other Legacy

Chapter 1: The Will of Fire Reborn

Hugging the edges of buildings and fleeting through the shadows, a small figure makes its way toward a gargantuan monument with four distinct faces carved onto it. Judging by the bursts of speed in between momentary pauses of caution, one would deem that the figure is in incredible urgency. Upon closer inspection, the small figure is revealed to be a young child, no more than eight years of age. A young boy, evidently, possessing a mask of panic and dread. He glances over his shoulder, hearing the angry shouting of the villagers of Konoha and quickens his pace.

"Kill the demon!"

"Avenge our families!"

"We must finish what the fourth started!"

He always hears their curses as he walks the streets. He constantly endures their angry glares and scathing looks. Yet, on this day, it is always worse. October 10th; the annual Konoha Village festival that marks the day that the fourth Hokage defeated and killed the demon fox that assaulted the village six years ago and sacrificed his life to do it. Incidentally, this day also happens to be the young child's birthday.

A taint of moonlight ripples down through ash grey clouds, illuminating the boy's face in a pale and cold glow. He has soft features that accentuate innocence of youth yet, at the same time, are adorned with angular edges honed by emotional turmoil. His cheeks are faintly marked by thin lines resembling whiskers; nearly unnoticeable on his already fair complexion. Pale blonde hair that blends in with the moonlight in an eldritch fashion, wildly crowns his head.

It is his eyes, however, that reign as his most prominent and memorable features. They are twin pools of sapphire that shine though his weak and sorrow filled aura. They sparkle with a mischievous intelligence and radiate that childish mirth found in all but the most depraved young. However, if one was to closely inspect those eyes, one would be alarmed to find a different shade of his eyes touching the edges of his irises. Hard glacial ice was slowly creeping over the eyes.

Uzamaki Naruto. Orphaned and alone, he is hated and loathed for reasons unknown to him. He has spent the years of his very short life hiding and surviving in an environment of abuse and suffering. He knows only anger and hate and feels only sorrow and angst. Leading him to adopt a persona of a cheerful and vibrant prankster, which, in truth, is but a mask to draw attention to himself and hide the crushing grief he is burdened with.

"Man oh man why didn't I listen to the old man," he says in regret. He recalls how his surrogate grandfather, the third hokage, had told him to come to the Hokage tower first thing in the morning, where he would be spared from the villager wrath, and not to leave until the next day. Unfortunately, the characteristic impatience and quick settling of boredom in youth got the better of him and he had left the safety of the Hokage's office to find some entertainment.

Naruto could hear the shouts getting louder and louder, which could only mean that he is about to be caught and obtain a viscous beating. Again, he quickened his pace and arrived at a large tree growing into the side of the Hokage Mountain. It was an impressive oak, the largest in the entire village. He never really came to this part of the village so he didn't see it too often. He stood in awe of the majestic tree, momentarily forgetting his plight. He remembered the words the old man had spoken to him too long ago when they were walking through here.

FlashBack

Naruto was walking hand in hand with Hiruzen Sarutobi, the third Hokage. He was a wizened old man, possessing a vast wisdom obtained through years of hardships and struggles for the sake of his people and village. He took a puff from his pipe and let out a ring of smoke. His eyes crinkled as a smile spread across his face.

"Ah, look Naruto, we have arrived at Hime-sama's garden," the old hokage proclaimed merrily.

"Hime-sama, where!?" the bright eyed blonde looked around expecting an actual person.

"Right in front of you my boy."

"Huh?" the boy said quizzically while scratching his head. "Jiji you're showing your age. There's no one in front of us. All I see is a giant tree."

Sarutobi chuckled to himself. "That is Hime-sama Naruto. She has been with us since the beginning of the village and silently watched over us."

Again, Naruto looked puzzled. "Why would you call a tree Hime," he asked.

Taking a long puff from his pipe, Sarutobi blew out a long line of smoke. "Well you see Naruto, Konohagakure was founded by two men, The First Hokage and his very best friend. As a token of friendship, Shodai-sama gave his friend a small plant which he planted right here to mark the foundation of our village. That's how Hime-same came to be. She has been graced by the hands of both our founding fathers."

"Wow! That's so cool," exclaims the boy excitedly. "Hey Jiji, were they strong?"

Sarutobi began laughing loudly. "Were they strong? They were the absolute strongest! Entire armies fled before them and it was said that together that they were invincible!"

"Wow! Did you ever meet them?"

"Why yes. I did as a matter of fact. I met them when I was around your age. Truth be told, when they weren't busy running the village they were often found right here. I saw them here on many an occasion."

FlashBack End

Naruto was brought out of his reverie by the angry curses that were coming from behind him. Not wanting to take his chances on running away, he decided to climb and hide in the foliage of the tree. Climbing higher and higher, he settled down at the top of the massive trunk where branches, thicker than the length of him, shot off skyward. Peering through the branches for his pursuers, Naruto felt something where he was sitting. Standing up, he ran his hands over where he was seated not a second a go and felt something. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was the Konoha symbol that all Konoha shinobi wear. Yet, the weird thing was that it wasn't carved into he tree rather, it was growing out of the tree like the knots at the trunk.

Suddenly Naruto froze; he could feel the villagers closing in on him. He didn't know how but, he could always feel people and their moods. It was strange and he never told his Jiji in fear of being ostracized for being different. He did as he always did; he hid within himself. He went deep into his own mind and retreated from the world, making his presence as small as possible. He did it often when he was being chased or targeted. He did his best to be invisible and hide himself from aggressors.

"Dammit! Where did that that demon bastard go?"

"Maybe it ran somewhere else. Let's go look."

"No! It has to be here somewhere! We have the place surrounded. That fucking monster couldn't have gotten away!"

"Hey check the tree. He might have hid in it!"

Naruto's blood froze. He could feel his heart go into overdrive as fear gripped his insides. He began to sweat and hyperventilate. Rapid labored breathes escaped his lungs as panic took over.

"Wait! That's Shodai-sama's sacred tree! We can't just go and climb a national treasure. The ANBU will have us in chains," one of them proclaims.

"Who gives a fuck? I'm taking that fuckin demon out if it's the last thing I do," another said venomously.

Naruto was completely taken over by terror at this point as he saw the leaves rustle, indicating someone was making an ascent up the tree. In that moment of pure terror, Naruto, unbeknownst to him, flared his chakra. Next thing he knew he was falling downward into a black abyss.

"Ugghh…what happened?" said a disoriented Naruto as he sat up and rubbed the back of his sore head. The last thing he remembered was falling all of a sudden when the angry villagers began to climb up the tree. Naruto took a look around his surroundings and found that he was in a dark room. Glancing upwards, he noticed a dark tunnel of some sorts that led straight upwards.

It's probably where I fell from.

Naruto stood up, intent on exploring this newfound place. Just as he took the first step forward, several lanterns on the ceiling lit up, bathing the room in a warm, white glow.

"Wow," Naruto whispered in wonder.

The room was larger than his entire apartment. The walls were wooden and adorned with intricate designs and carvings. On one wall there were two large symbols etched on it; one he recognized as the Uchiha clan symbol, the other he had no clue but, he felt that he had seen it during his frequent visits to the Hokage's office. There were several large and comfortable sofas off to the side and a small wooden table with several scrolls and books on it. He walked over to the table and picked up what appeared to be several loose papers bound together by a leather cord running through a hole in the top left-hand corner. Whoever wrote on it had really neat handwriting as it seemed to Naruto to look like the calligraphy that Jiji practiced. He began to read the contents of the first page.

One of the first things Madara and I intend to do is open up an academy where our children may learn the shinobi arts. It is imperative that they learn to defend themselves as the various clans have grown incredibly hostile at the pact made between the Uchiha and Senju. We both fervently pray that our children do not have to live through the horrendous wars that we have yet, we know that things will continue to remain unstable for years to come.

Here, I have written down several chakra control exercises here that were meant to be used in said academy however, Madara quickly tore up my original draft with some unsavory words. To quote, "Hashirama-baka! How the hell do you expect our children to do these exercises? They may be fine for chakra monsters like you and me but mere kids will end up with chakra exhaustion doing these! We're trying to nurture our children, not kill them!"

Asshole

Any ways, I've put too much time and work into this to simply discontinue it. Who knows? We might just have a kid come along with chakra levels equivalent to ours and in need of unorthodox training methods. So without further ado, I present to you:

Chakra Control for Monsters

By: Hashirama Senju

Naruto put the booklet back down on the table.

'Hmm…sounds interesting. I should tell Jiji about this place but, first I gotta find a way out.'

He walked away and headed towards an archway that led into a long hallway. Naruto headed down it and saw that there were several more archways along the hall and that it ended in a dead end. Peering through the first archway he came across he gasped at what he saw. A massive chamber with a ceiling so high that Naruto couldn't see anything except a black expanse. He noticed on the wall adjacent to the entrance that there several weapons lined across. Knives, kunai, katanas, nodachis, bastard swords and several other weapons that he could not identify.

However, what caught his eyes was a certain section of the wall that was cleared of weapons save for three. One was a gunbia with three tomoe on it. The second was an oversized sword that was easily bigger than Naruto. The last was the most unique of the three. It was a katana without a guard and shone mercurial silver. Managing to take his eyes off the weapon, Naruto slowly took in the gargantuan room.

'It's a training room.'

Realizing the function of the room and deciding there was nothing else to gleam from it, he left and went back into the hallway. Looking down the hall he went to the next archway and stopped before entering. It was filled with rows and rows of scrolls and books. The library was not even half the size of the training room but, it was still impressive. Deciding that it would be better to explore the rest of the compound rather than lose himself in curiosity, Naruto turned around and looked at the last two archways. These actually had doors, instead of just being openings in the walls. Opening the first door he found that it was a rather sizable bathroom complete with a stone shower and an indoor hot spring.

Whoever lived here must really have liked their comforts. It's like a luxury hotel here for shinobi.

Turning on his heels, Naruto went down to the last room and pried the wooden the doors open. This room was distinctively smaller than the other three and was rather empty for the most part. The only noticeable furniture were two simple beds on opposite sides of the room. Naruto noticed however, that between the two beds, the wall was covered in pictures. The largest of which depicted two men with their arms draped over each other's shoulders and smiling widely. One of the men had long straight black hair and tanned skin. Naruto recognized this man as the Shodaime Hokage because he often saw a picture of him in Jiji's office. The other man also had long black hair, except that his was wild and disheveled. He had a pale complexion that made Naruto think about the Uchiha police force that would always follow him to make sure he did not get onto trouble.

Naruto looked at some of the other pictures. One of them was of the Shodai standing next to a beautiful woman with red-hair. There was another of the Shodai holding a small blode haired girl in his arms. Then there was a picture of the other man standing next to someone who looked nearly identical to him; although; the man with wild hair looked much younger in this picture. There was a really funny picture with the Shodaime, the wild haired man and another man who Naruto recognized as the Nidaime Hokage. The Shodaime stood in between the two men and smiled widely while the Nidaime and other man openly glared at one another. Several other pictures adorned the wall but, Naruto simply glanced over to them and made his way to the bed on the right.

There was a book, similar to the one he had picked up in the entrance room, laying on the bed. He picked it up and read the title.

The Art of Seduction

By: Madara Uchiha

Seduction in itself is a form of genjutsu. It is a hidden compulsion that, when mastered, can hone the mind and perfect psychological warfare. The theory behind it is to capture the heart, with the mind and body falling in tow soon afterwards. A subtle movement of the head, a slight shift in weight, they can inspire thoughts of grace and power. The throwing of a kunai should be done in a way that it exemplifies the beauty of ease and show experience and mind set of battle. All these serve to instill yourself in the hearts of both enemies and allies, regardless of sex.

Naruto put the book down and began thinking to himself.

'I see so that other man next to the Shodaime must be this Madara person. Makes sense. He looks 100% Uchiha to me.'

As interesting as the book was, Naruto was more concerned about leaving the hidden compound. It would not do to escape the angry mob only to die of starvation from being trapped in a place where he could not get out and no one could find him. Naruto decided to head back to the library as it was the only room he had not actually explored. Reentering the room, Naruto felt a strange feeling wash over him. He actually enjoyed reading but because every time he attempted to enter the library, he was unceremoniously kicked out.

Walking between rows of scrolls and books, he reached the center of the room that had a large wooden table littered with papers and a rather large scroll. The scroll immediately piqued his interest. He knew that several jutsu were often recorded in such scrolls and were used to teach the higher-level ninja.

'Maybe I can learn a super cool jutsu and surprise Jiji with it! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I show him.'

Naruto placed the scroll on the ground and unwound it, sending the scroll rolling all the way to the end of the wall.

'Wow it's really big'

Examining the scroll, Naruto realized that he could not make heads or tails of it. It was covered in strange symbols and patterns that were entirely foreign to him. He walked along the long piece of parchment, hoping to find something that he could understand. Once he reached the center of the scroll, he found that there was a large empty circle drawn there. He sat down in front of it, contemplating the function of the scroll and what he should do with it.

'Maybe I should try to put some chakra into it. I remember Jiji sometimes put his finger on a piece of paper and an ANBU popping up out of nowhere.'

Recalling how the old man taught him to channel chakra a while back, Naruto made the ram symbol with his hands and concentrated until he felt that tugging sensation from his gut. He then placed his hands on the scroll and did his best to send out as much chakra he could. The effect was instantaneous. All the symbols began to glow a faint green and Naruto stared in wonder as the circle in the center turned into an eye.

A deep crimson eye that glowed with power. A small black pupil formed in the center, circled by three black tomoe. Naruto was officially freaked when the eye began to move, shifting, looking around, until its gaze fell on him. The moment it saw him, it bulged and he couldn't help but stare at it. The tomoe began to spin and Naruto followed their cycle with his own eyes. Faster and faster they swirled, capturing him in their hypnotic dance until all he saw was a black expanse that quickly swallowed him.

Naruto stood dazed, his mind a complete blank as he stared off into the black abyss. His face was completely impassive and his brilliant blue eyes were glazed over. In that moment no thought passed through his mind, no emotion fluttered in his heart. He simply was.

"Hello little one."

Naruto spun around and went pale. Behind him was a man who he knew all too well or at least heard all about from the old man. With his long black hair, tanned skin, soft, compassionate dark eyes and trademark metal plate armor; undoubtedly this was the Shodaime Hokage.

With a previously thought dead man standing there and smiling at him, Naruto did what was most sensible to an eight year old. He screamed.

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH! IT"S A GHOST!"

The Shodaime Hokage turned ashen and began looking around frantically. "Where!?" He asked, with no small sense of apprehension and fear in his voice.

After a few moments of where both individuals panicked needlessly, Naruto saw the dead Hokage turn towards him with a sudden realization in his eyes. Collapsing onto the floor and sitting Indian style, the legendary Senju let out a sigh. "Phew," he said in relief. "You nearly gave me a heart attack kid."

"B-but your dead!" Naruto exclaimed.

The Hokage raised an eyebrow. "Really now…kinda makes this surreal knowing I kicked the bucket. Anyways I'm just a chakra imprint." He then barked out a loud laugh. "So how long have I been dead?"

Naruto blinked a few times, still thoroughly confused and suspicious of the whole ordeal. "I dunno…I guess a really long time. Jiji said you died a long time ago."

The other blinked in confusion.

"Jiji?" he asked.

"Yeah! The old man Hokage!"

"Oh ho! The Hokage, huh? What's his name? Is it Madara? Tobirama?"

"Huh? Who the hell are they? No, everyone else calls Jiji Sarutobi-sama."

The young man nearly laughed at the expression on the Shodaime's face. His eyes completely bugged out and his jaw nearly unhinged. "Hiruzen!? Whose bright idea was it to name that pervert kid Hokage!" he cried.

"Jiji said that it was the Nidaime who gave him the job. Oh! That's right! The Nidaime was supposed to be your brother!" Naruto said.

Hashirama threw his hands over his face and began to sulk. Naruto could only make out a few words that the dead man was mumbling but, he recognized a few of them were ones he often heard in the red light district. The kind that made Cat forcibly shove soap into his mouth if she caught him saying them.

Interrupting the bout of depression that had taken over the older man, Naruto asked, "Uhh…where exactly are we?" Looking up, with the dark aura miraculously disappearing, Hashirama gave him a surprised look.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Uhh…not really. I was looking at this huge scroll with a really freaky eye on it. Next thing I know I'm here," Naruto said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

Getting up while muttering 'I told him it was creepy', Hashirama brushed off his pants and said, "Well, that scroll puts you in a genjutsu. Well, in truth it's really heavy space-time fuinjutsu meshed together within a genjutsu but, you don't need to know all that boring stuff. You come here, I train you."

"You're going to train me?" Naruto asked wide eyed and with awe in his voice.

"Pretty much," Hashirama chuckled.

"No way! The teme is going to be so jealous when finds out I get a Hokage to teach me! Hey does that I don't have to go to the academy anymore?"

Hashirama let out a booming laugh. "Sorry, but that's not my call. By the way young one, what's your name?"

Naruto gave a wide smile and said, "Name's Naruto Uzumaki and I'm going to be the next Hokage!"

"Now that's the attitude to…did you say Uzumaki?"

Nodding his head, Naruto noticed a warm twinkle appear in the man's dark eyes. "Well what do you know? My wife was an Uzumaki. Maybe you're a relative."

"I'm not too sure about that," Naruto said with an embarrassed blush. Then he mumbled, "I'm an orphan. Jiji just gave me the name when I was a baby."

"No you're definitely an Uzumaki," he said absentmindedly and suddenly grabbing Naruto's cheeks causing the young boy to protest. "Admittedly, you're the first blonde Uzumaki I've met but, your chakra is the genuine article. Hmm…it feels familiar…really familiar."

All of a sudden, Naruto noticed the Shodaime Hokage's face grow very serious and Naruto became worried. 'What if he finds something wrong with me? Is he going to treat me badly like the rest of the village?'

"Hang on," the one time Senju Patriarch muttered, his brow furrowing. "What do we have here? Hold still Naruto."

Letting go of his cheeks, Naruto saw Hashirama's hands trail down to his abdomen and they began to glow green. After a minute, the man had a surprised look on his face. "Well," he said to himself. "I suppose that's one way to deal with them. Seal's certainly an Uzushio design."

'Seal? What's he talking about?'

"Hmm, an eight trigrams skeleton. Very well done, if I must say so myself and the matrix…hmm?"

Unexpectedly, Naruto jumped back as the Hokage shot up with a hiss and he looked very disgruntled. "Using that seal. Foolish, very foolish."

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Hashirama asked him, "Naruto, I'm going to assume you have no idea what's inside of you?"

Naruto tilted his head side in confusion. "Ramen?" Hashirama grabbed the sides of head and vigorously rubbed his temples while letting out a sigh of frustration. A few minutes passed before the man dropped his hands and crossed them. "I can practically hear Tobirama lecturing me for this," Hashirama sighed. "Naruto!" He barked.

Naruto, for his part, immediately stood to attention at being addressed in such a strict manner. Usually he wouldn't but, the sheer authority behind the Shodaime Hokage's words wasn't something even he felt comfortable ignoring.

Of course, when the deceased Hokage gave him a disarming smile, Naruto was instantly on his guard. Having spent the majority of his life in the shady parts of town and watched over by carefully by black ops, Naruto picked up am incredible sense of caution when dealing with people and, in his experience, when people smiled at him, things generally turned sour.

"How would you like to become Hokage," Hashirama offered with an even bigger smile that began to creep Naruto out.

Tentatively, Naruto said, "I'd love to but, it's kind of Jiji's decision. You know, with you being dead and everything."

"I could make you as strong as me. You could take the hat from Hiruzen without even trying. How about it?"

Naruto narrowed his eyes and glared at the man who was once called a god. "What's the catch? And how could you make me that strong? The old man is the strongest in the village!"

"Pfft," Hashirama scoffed. "Saru couldn't even beat me in my sleep. No I'm being completely serious," he added at Naruto's disbelieving look. "He actually tried to attack me in my sleep. The traps I set in around my bed sent him to the hospital for three days."

"Okay, say I believe you. You still haven't told me the catch!" Naruto said defiantly.

"Children these days," Hashirama exhaled. He put his right hand to his chin while using his left to carry the elbow of his right. "How about this. I make you super strong and you promise on your life to do everything you can to protect Konoha and keep it in peace. Deal?"

Thinking it over for a few seconds, Naruto realized something. 'That's pretty much what a hokage does anyway! Sucker! I got this in the bag!' He completely missed the mischievous glint in Hashirama's eyes.

"Deal!" Naruto announced.

"Perfect," Hashirama said with a warm smile.

His head hurt.

No wait, scratch that.

His head hurt a lot.

It didn't help that there were hundreds of images flashing through his mind at such a rapid pace that he felt like he was getting motion sickness. He was pretty sure that these images were memories. He was even surer the fact these memories in no way belonged to him. Did he forget to mention that he was falling into a seemingly endless abyss?

'Let's see…what is the last thing I remember?'

His father smacking his older brother and him over the head with his shakujō for blowing up another farm while practicing ninshuu.

'What? I never met my father. And I certainly don't have a brother! Let's try again.'

Him proudly standing in front a massive congregation of red heads and announcing the formation of Uzushio.

'No no no. This can't be right. I never joined a cult. One more time.'

A read headed hottie, a scarred man wearing too much blue to be fashionable and a tall pale man in a desperate need for a haircut screaming their heads off at him for gambling away several million ryo while being heavily intoxicated.

'Huh, the people seem familiar enough but I never lose when it comes to gambling. So this can't be right either.'

The First Hokage himself, ruffling his hair affectionately before blurring through a long chain of hand seals.

'Yeah…this feels right. We we're-ufff!'

Just as his mind was slowing down and he was able to form coherent thoughts, he slammed into freezing water. The pain returned a hundred fold and he instinctively clutched at his head. His fingers entwined in his hair and pulled, hoping that one pain would dull the other. However it had little effect and the aching pulse continued to ram away at the interior of his skull.

More memories began churning through his head. Each filled with different people and feelings. Dozens of personalities fighting for dominance within himself and he feared that he would lose to the rising mass of wailing voices.

Damn it all to hell! His head hurt!

Suddenly a booming voice, filled with a vicious malice, and an unquenchable thirst for violence shook the…well wherever he was.

"At long last…we finally meet…."

He sat up and gaped at what he saw. A cage. The single biggest cage he had ever seen. Each bar was the length of a mountain and chains, with links the size of houses ran between them.

He could feel the presence behind the cage and boy was it a big one. The sheer power and overwhelming malice that came from behind those bars really did a number on the whole 'I'm still alive' argument. The water on the floor rippled in waves as whatever was behind those massive bars came forward.

As the shadows shifted and began to take form, a blood red chakra leaked through the bars of the colossal prison and made the hair on his arms rise up. The room reverberating with a powerful growl and the sound of swishing air suddenly brought a sense of familiarity. Somewhere, in the chaos of his mind, a sense of déjà vu came over.

The shadows formed two raging eyes of crimson eyes at war with ink black slits and massive teeth that could dwarf a man twice his height. It was a fox. A bloody giant fox with nine massive tails thrashing behind it!

And suddenly, he felt something click within himself. The throbbing in his cranium receded to a dull ache and certainty settled over him. Memories firmly became lucid and orderly. Everything began to clear and started to make sense. In that moment he knew.

"Kurama? Well damn if you haven't gotten big!"

The air tensed and suddenly everything went still and deathly quiet. Did he say something wrong? Without warning Kurama, let out a ferocious roar and threw himself at the cage. Hell-bent on getting out, and judging by the sheer hatred in his eyes, tearing him to shreds. Of course the sudden action had startled him and caused him to fall back in sock and fear.

"WRETCHED CHILD! WHO DARED TO GIVE YOU MY NAME?"

He was forced to cover his ears, both to block out the earth-shattering roars as well as to futilely attempt to push the raging pain in his head away as it returned.

"Sweet Shinju," he cried out in pain. "The hell is your problem!? Matatabi set your tails on fire again!?"

The roars dropped to a series of vicious growls and the colossus spoke once more with an underlying current of menace.

"You speak of things you should have no knowledge of! How did you come about of such forbidden information?"

He glared up at the fox as he let go of his now very much hurting ears. "What nonsense are spouting you useless clump of fur! Of course I would know your name! I was there when you were born!"

"WHAT!"

He quickly covered his again as he could feel his brain rattle within his head. He most certainly wouldn't walk away without some sort of permanent damage to his mental capacity after all this. He looked back at the gaping fox and, if it weren't for the insanity inducing pain, he would have laughed at how its jaw seemed to have unhinged.

"Is there a particular reason you have to scream every sentence you speak," he said scathingly. "Or did the time you fell into the ocean and nearly drown deprive your brain of so much oxygen that it left you an idiot?"

The fox continued to gape at him stupidly. Really, he could feel the irritation begin to overcome the pain in his mind. "Honestly, I should have listened to Indra and let him leash you," he muttered to himself while shaking his head. "Now care to explain to me where we are and just why you're behind a cage?"

"A-Ashura?" Kurama asked disbelievingly.

He rolled his eyes in complete exasperation. Honestly? The bijuu, for all their power, were a retarded lot.

Author's Note: Hahahah! I bet you liked that twist at the end! Yeah, this has been sitting around for a looong time in my flash drive. Since I haven't updated in nearly a month, I thought I'd give you guys something to read in the meantime. I swear the ideas in my head are endless. I've got another three drafts on completely different stories. One Naruto, one One Piece and a Harry Potter. Alas! Poor NEX! He has no time!

Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this. Send me your thoughts and all your criticisms. Oh, I have to give credit to where it's due. Major recognition to Birth of the Forest by Karldin. The idea for the past life thing came from there.

Oh! I haven't made any pairings for this story because I couldn't think of any. Give me who you think is best suited or you want to see because currently I'm leaning towards Yugito. Yeah yeah, I know; NEX and his fetish for mature women.

Well, I'm off to study some more. Hope you enjoyed.

Laters, CE-NEX

P.S: I'm not sure if you guys know but the manga ended. Boy was I disappointed...