I actually was working on my other story when my computer crashed on me…how sad. Then this story came out of nowhere and punched me in the face, so I felt the need to write this down somehow. I truly have no idea where this came from. I wasn't even thinking of Naruto when suddenly I had the urge to type this up.

Without further delay, here's Chapitre Un.

[edited: 10/19/09, 4/5/10]

Addendum 4/5/10: No matter how many times I read this, I still find tiny grammatical errors. You might not notice them, but I do…

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The Kyubi no Yoko looked at her container with something akin to worry. In the twenty-five years she had been imprisoned in the blonde idiot, she had grown fond of him. She snorted; her, the strongest of all demons, fond a weak little bag of flesh? But still, there was something endearing about him. He just had this...ability or something that made it hard to hate him, once you truly got to know him. She knew not what it was, but at the moment, she didn't exactly care, either.

All she knew was that he was about to die, and she was about to be captured by the remaining Akatsuki members. Oh, how she hated them with a fiery fucking passion! They had imprisoned all of the other tailed beasts - all of her brothers and sisters! If she were free, she would have killed them all after torturing them into insanity.

But it was still slightly satisfactory to watch them be killed by people they had underestimated and perceived as weak, like that pink-haired harpy in human form. Gods she was annoying! It was a wonder that her vessel found her attractive.

She pushed those thoughts out of her head as she felt the second stage of the extraction process begin to take effect. Her entire being was being slowly drained out of her container's unconscious body.

She paused.

Body...

Her eyes widened. That was it!

The Kyubi reached out from behind her cage and using a wave of whatever chakra she had left to awaken the blonde whose body she resided in.

After a few anxious moments, he arose, blinking adorably as he stared into the massive face of the Kyubi. "Eh... Kyubi? What the hell's going on?"

Immediately, she got straight to the point. "Brat, you're dying."

Her comment received the expected response. "Eh!? What the hell do you mean I'm dying!?" He jumped up and pointed a finger at her in disbelief, exactly like he did when he was barely a teenager.

"The Akatsuki have captured you, and I am being drained out of your body as we speak." He was about to say something when she cut him off with a glare and a loud growl, achieving the desired effect of him gulping and shutting up. "Now, I have a plan..."

She padded back in forth in her cage, then stopped and looked him straight in his eyes.

"I will give you what chakra I have left, and in doing so I will essentially be making you the new Kyubi. Although...this means that you will become the next guardian of this planet."

And she meant what she said. Though she was commonly depicted as evil, along with the rest of the tailed beasts, they actually were the demon guardians of the planet, but humans had long since forgotten that. The only reason she had attacked Konoha was because that son of a bitch Uchiha Madara had tricked her with that stupid eye bloodline of his, the Mangekyo Sharingan. And the rest was history after that.

As for Naruto, however, after she spoke, his eyes grew wider and wider, until his face resembled an owl's.

"Wh-What!? No way!" He crossed his arms in an X and scowled to emphasize how much he disagreed. "That's crazy talk! That means you'll disappear!"

The kitsune growled at him again. "Do you think I want this either, you idiot!?" she roared, nearly blasting the human off his feet. "Of course I know that. But I have no other choice! If you don't do this, not only will I die, but you will die as well!" She was sounding desperate when she yelled the last part.

Naruto could only look dumbly at the her. "But...why?"

She turned away from him, and hoped against hope that her fur would conceal her blush this time. How embarrassing. "I...I've become fond of you, brat. If anyone deserves to live it's you."

"...but that means you'll die in my stead! I don't want that to happen to you!" he cried, grabbing a hold of two bars and pressing his head in between them.

Turning to face him again, she willed herself into a human form, one of a beautiful woman with long red hair dressed in an equally red kimono. A distinguishing feature of her pale, flawless face was that she had the same whisker marks that he had. She smiled slightly when she saw the brat gape at her apparent beauty. She pressed a hand against his face and delicately stroked his cheek.

"Even if I die, Naruto," she started, using his first name indicating how important this was, "I will be reincarnated. So don't worry about me." A few tears slid out of her eyes and merged with the water that was constant within her prison. "I want you to live. To keep on living... To protect your precious people..."

"But-!"

She pressed a finger against his lips, and whatever he was going to say failed to come out of his mouth.

"You need to live, Naruto. For my sake. Please..." The tears felt out more rapidly now, joined by the ones now emerging from Naruto's own cerulean orbs.

The fox could see him visibly stifle a sob as he choked out, "Kyubi-chan..."

Passionately, she gave him a deep kiss, then pulled away. She gently pushed him away from the prison and murmured, "It's time for you to wake up..."

Naruto stifled another cry, and nodded. Before he left, he gazed upon her sadly, promising, "I'll never forget you, Kyubi-chan."

She smiled at him through her tears as he disappeared.

"I hope I will remember you, Naruto-kun..."

Those words echoed through the prison, even as the greatest of the tailed beasts, the Kyubi, vanished.

Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto bolted awake, coming to a sitting position on the branch he had been napping on. He touched his lips lightly and sighed. "Kyubi..."

He was distracted when a cry of "Namikaze! Today is the day you die!" sounded off in the distance.

Naruto sighed and rolled his eyes at the imminent, yet highly insignificant approach of yet another hoard of weakling shinobi coming to obliterate Konoha's Immortal Hokage.

Why was he called that?

Simple. He was well over three thousand years old, nearly one thousand of which he spent in a time-dilation sealed chamber of his own design (after taking a fifty years just to assemble the extremely large and complex seal array for it.).

When he'd finally been captured by the remnants of the Akatsuki – namely Uchiha Madara, Hoshigaki Kisame and Zetsu – the Biju extraction process had been interrupted by the timely arrival of his friends and he'd absorbed the Kyubi's full power, which in turn made him the new Kyubi in human form and effectively rendered him immortal and pretty much unkillable.

The latter part had been proven when Sasuke had cut off his head. Then Naruto had cut his off in exchange, bonds be damned. After all the shit that he'd gone through to return Sasuke to Konoha for Sakura's sake, what does the bastard do? He fucking goes and cuts off his head, with no regrets while doing it. Well, after that, Sasuke could've kissed his ass...if his lips hadn't been ripped off his face. Naruto grimaced at the memory, but pushed it out of mind.

He sighed again as the nameless shinobi came at him with the intent to kill, waving their assorted weaponry in an attempt to scare him. Naruto snorted. He'd faced death ever since he was born. Did these idiots really think he was called the Immortal Hokage for nothing? Sheesh. It sounded arrogant, sure, but it was the truth plain and simple.

Naruto shook his head and jumped to the ground, snapping his fingers.

Immediately, a still-masked Kakashi and a much younger-looking Tsunade appeared out of nowhere, both of them dressed in the black cloaks with red inner lining that the Akatsuki were renowned for. However, instead of clouds, there was a large orange spiral on the back of it, ending in the famous symbol of Konoha in the middle and they also had slightly darker orange inner lining. While Naruto hated the organization with a fucking passion, he had to admit that they had good taste in uniforms, for he too had the same cloak on over himself. The only difference was that his was held closed by an orange sash on his waist, opened all the way to the top showing his uncovered and taut muscles. His left arm rested in it, as if it was in a sling, and was wrapped all the way to the shoulder in bandages of some sort.

"Take care of them for me, would ya?" he intoned, glancing at the incoming wave of ninja.

Without a word, they grinned simultaneously and nodded, vanishing before his eyes and reappearing in front of the enemies.

A voice came out from behind him, saying, "Talking to yourself again?"

Without even turning around, he replied blandly, "You know I didn't want that to happen to them." He nodded his head towards the kunoichi and shinobi that were completely obliterating their opponents, yet not dishing out any mortal wounds.

The same voice snorted. A light shuffling sound alerted him that the owner of the voice had shifted their stance. "So where're the other four, then? Out and about scouting somewhere?"

Naruto grunted an affirmative, not taking his eyes off the fight. "Yeah, something like that."

He didn't even stiffen when he felt a slender pair of arms reach out from behind and embrace him. "Are you sure you aren't straining yourself, Naruto-sama?"

After a long moment of silence between, he finally turned his head to come face to face with a vision of beauty.

She was almost as tall as his six foot four stature, the top of her head just barely reaching his nose. Her lovely face was unmarred by any distinctive marks and was framed by long wavy locks of hair colored azure blue, just like her eyes. Instead of normal ears, she had ones that resembled a feline's, situated exactly where a cat's ears would be. Behind her, a long blue furry tail waved idly in a distinctive pattern he recognized that she used when she was anxious or nervous. She was wearing a skimpy short-sleeved blue shirt that just barely covered the bottom of her breasts, showing more than enough cleavage to make a normal man ejaculate blood out of his nose in gushes. Her tight black pants ended just below her knees, and on her feet she wore a pair of comfortable-looking slipper shoes. Around her waist was a loose belt that was connected to a huge weapon that barely resembled a halberd which was probably as tall as him.

Of course, he wasn't taking in her appearance, but rather her eyes. They held a look of sadness in them. Not for him, but for the six great ninja that had been slain so many years ago.

Yet there they were, or there two of them were.

Naruto fully swiveled to face her and shook his head. "I haven't felt any strain of any sort, not since…" he trailed off melancholically, his eyes becoming glazed.

The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, merely hugged him tighter. "Naruto-sama… If there is any thing I can do…"

Naruto smiled ruefully at her. "Heh. I knew I named you Makoto for a reason." He ruffled her azure hair fondly and brought his attention back to the one-sided battle. He chuckled lightly under his breath when he saw Makoto pout cutely in his peripheral vision.

A few minutes later, the last of the assaulting ninja was knocked unconscious.

The two ninja who won the nearly bloodless slaughter materialized before him again. Then Tsunade spoke. "We've completed the mission using non-lethal action." She grinned and pointed a thumb towards the scattered ninja moaning and groaning about in large quantities of pain.

Makoto rolled her eyes at the response. "Gah! Naruto-sama, don't you ever get tired of talking to yourself?"

As one, Tsunade, Kakashi, and Naruto himself smirked at the feline woman and said, "Nope. Keeps things interesting."

The blue haired woman shuddered. "Even after all these years, that still creeps me out," she muttered, her eye twitching in irritation.

Kakashi was the one to talk this time. "Oh, and here I thought that you'd be used to it already…" he mocked in a sing-song tone. Tsunade giggled behind her hand while Naruto laughed aloud.

Makoto glared weakly at each of them. Her tail twitched a little bit behind her. "I honestly have no idea how you maintain the energy and concentration to maintain it. Hell, your mental processes must be far more advanced than any creature known to man, what with your use of that technique!"

Naruto's laughter faded, but he still had a grin on his face. "Ah, but my dear Makoto-chan, I trained for seven hundred years in that time chamber, while before that, it took me nearly two hundred years just to get used to them being around."

Kakashi and Tsunade looked sheepish, causing Makoto to sweatdrop. "You…You are the weirdest person I have ever met."

It was the blonde immortal's turn to roll his eyes again, but he did so playfully. "I was also the first person you ever laid eyes on, idiot." He glanced behind her momentarily, ignoring her cry of mock outrage, and sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. He then addressed the other two…humans. "You two, continue your patrol. If you can, catch up with either team two or team three and help them out with whatever they need."

"Yes sir!" Both of them vanished in a swirl of leaves, leaving Naruto and Makoto alone.

"I sensed a few weak signatures nearby with hostile intent surrounding an even weaker signature," Naruto explained to Makoto, who nodded in understanding.

"What do you wish of me to do, Naruto-sama?" she questioned, shifting right into business mode, her ears perking upwards.

He held a hand up. "Don't do anything for now. I'll take care of it, but if there's the extremely improbable chance I need help, I want you on standby. Got it?" When she nodded, he smiled at her. "Okay then, let's go."

When they leapt up into the canopy of the forest, Makoto vanished from sight but Naruto knew she'd be right behind him, so he paid minimal attention to her, locking in on the source of the hostile chakra signatures. He stopped and perched when he reached the cause of his interest.

There were three thugs surrounding a black haired little boy, each of them holding steel pipes.

His eyes narrowed. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was bullies of any kind. He leaned forward on his tree branch to listen in.

"Heh, heh, heh... Whadda we got here? Some snot nosed little punk in our territory, eh?" the largest, and admittedly ugliest, one sneered to his partners. He hefted his makeshift weapon threateningly in his palm.

The other two chuckled maliciously. "Yeah, I think we do. What do we do now?" the second one mocked in a sing-song kind of voice, using his section of pipe to sharply prod the boy's forehead, causing said boy to cry out in pain.

Naruto rolled his eyes. Tuning out the rest of their standard bad guy spiel, he looked intently at the boy. 'Hmm... He has potential,' Naruto thought to himself. 'A lot of potential, but I haven't taken on a student in at least two hundred years, other than Makoto-chan...' There was a moment of silence, in which he realized that the boy was about to get pummeled. "Eh, what the hell. It'll pass the time at any rate." He jumped down off his perch and landed on one of the thugs' head, knocking him out.

The other two spun around and glared at him. "Who the fuck are you!?" they demanded. After getting no response and being blatantly ignored, the leader seethed. "Hey! I demand you tell me who the fuck you are, punk ass!" To add to effect, he brandished the pipe and waved it in his face.

The blonde scoffed. This little brat thought he could make him submit? A snowball had a better chance in hell. Instead, he merely replied with a lazy drawl, "Now why would I tell you that?" This only further incensed the men, which was the comment's true intention, and without warning, they attacked the blonde.

The child whom they were about to beat closed his eyes in fear, for expected his savior to be killed. Instead, he heard two quick sounds of flesh meeting flesh and then two pain-filled groans. He gingerly opened his eyes and then gaped at the blonde who stood, rubbing his hands against the black cloak he wore. He gulped out of fear as Naruto walked towards him, and closed his eyes again, this time in fear of being rebuked. Instead, he felt a gentle hand pat his head.

"You okay, kiddo?" Naruto asked softly, as he knew the trauma of being bullied by those years older than you.

The kid sniffed and then grabbed him in a hug before bawling his eyes out.

"Hey, shh, it's okay, it's okay," he soothed, gently whispering in the boy's ear, and rubbing his back in a relaxing motion. "They won't hurt you. I took care of them, so they won't hurt you anymore."

"R-Really?" the boy stammered, looking at Naruto with his tear-stained face. At Naruto's nod, he merely lowered his head and hugged the man tighter.

Naruto's eyes widened and he glanced down at the boy, who was now suddenly fast asleep in his lap. 'That hug might have crushed a lesser man's ribs!' he thought in amazement. 'This kid is definitely going to be my student...if his parents let him.' He scowled and glared at the thugs. 'If he has parents, that is.'

"Makoto!" he called out, and instantly she appeared by his side. "I trust that you watched me?" She nodded. "Good. Take this child to safe house number twenty-seven. Make sure he stays asleep. I'll go and collect the others."

Gingerly taking the surprisingly light boy in her arms, she nodded once more without a word and left to journey to the specified location.

Grumbling to himself, Naruto found another clearing and sat down in the middle of it.

Patiently, he waited for a few minutes before six other figures came upon his clearing. Two of them were familiar – Tsunade and Kakashi – but the other four had their faces obscured by differing masks, and black material from the masks extended over their heads until it fully enveloped, leaving no sign to be recognizable. They, too, wore the same black and orange cloaks that the two blondes and the silver haired nin wore.

"So…" started off Kakashi after a rather awkward silence. In the background, you could just faintly see tumbleweed gently rolling by.

Tsunade quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "We're here to discuss the current Hokage's request, baka."

One of the masked people, the one with a tiger mask, snorted. "You're only calling yourself that, Tsu-chan," she said teasingly, though her voice was clearly distorted through the mask. At will, she removed her mask to reveal a different looking Mitarashi Anko. Her face was the same, but her eyes were bright yellow (with actual pupils) and her hair was let loose in a simplistic style and seemed longer.

She smirked deviously at the odd group. "After all, we are all the same person."

Naruto coughed into his hand, catching his other selves' attention. He grinned at Anko, who waved cheerily at him, and said, "Okay, that's enough out of me for now. Time to get down to business." He frowned and stood up, tapping a finger against his cheek in thought. "Now... the Hokage said that tensions with several other villages were rising to the point of war breaking out. Peace talks between them calmed things down, but shit's bound to hit the fan. Most likely in a few months or so, since that last war a couple of years ago pretty much destroyed most of each of the villages' forces."

"So that means that the few months we speculate will be put to use reconstructing their homes and such and rebuilding their military force," Kakashi concluded, leaning against a tree.

Tsunade frowned. "So what does the Hokage want with me then?" She wilted a little under the looks she received. "Er...us, I meant..." the blonde added sheepishly.

Anko rolled her eyes and balanced back and forth on the balls of her feet energetically. "Heh... The brat's worried about Konoha, so more than likely, she wants us to come back to the village to provide some extra security."

The man with a lion mask people spoke in a flat voice. "It would also prove beneficial if we came back, as it would bring morale to the current forces."

Anko smirked at the man and poked his mask. "Y'know, you shouldn't keep your pretty face hidden like that, Lion-kun..." Her smirk widened when she her male counterpart become embarrassed, even though they shared the same mind.

"Alright," Kakashi called loudly, ignoring their little discussion. "So what do we want to do?"

Another masked person, one who was obviously a woman from the large bulge at her chest area, stated, "I think we should return to Konoha. Besides, it's just about time to check on Naruto's clan."

Seeing as how the attention was turned back on him, Naruto sighed once again. "Yeah, yeah, so we'll go to Konoha. But what to do about the boy I picked up? He shows a lot of potential..."

Tsunade immediately agreed with it. "We should do it. After all, we haven't taken in a student in a long time since Makoto-chan, like you thought before."

After a moment, everyone seconded her decision. "So it's settled then. After we get him up and awake, I'll spend a month with him before going to Konoha."

Everybody else nodded. The last masked person, who was another woman, had stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, but added her two cents in. "What should we do in the meantime?"

Naruto paused for a second. "Go out and spy on the other villages." He got up and turned to leave, but stopped to add, "We'll rendezvous in Konoha in a month."

All of them vanished without a trace.

When he arrived at the safe house - with no sign of Makoto anywhere; although she was probably out getting more supplies - Naruto came to one conclusion.

Now that he looked the boy over, he definitely had pure potential.

His chakra coils were surprisingly well developed, even though they hadn't been used yet. As for his chakra itself, well all Naruto could say was that it was high Jonin, possibly bordering Kage level. The boy himself didn't look like much at first glance. He was roughly six or seven years old, with scruffy black hair that went to his shoulders. He was maybe four and a half feet tall, as opposed to his own six-foot stature, and looked to be growing quite well.

There were minor signs of malnourishment too, but at least his ribs weren't showing. He had slight muscles, more than likely trying to defend himself against any attackers, or running from them at any rate.

But other than that, he was perfect!

Naruto slapped himself lightly. "Oh man, I think I'm channeling Orochimaru. Not good," he groaned. He shook his head in disdain at the thought of that foul monstrosity, but quieted down once the boy showed signs of waking.

He blinked blearily, showing small beady black eyes that were filled with life. He looked around for a moment to take in his surroundings before his little eyes settled on Naruto, who was sitting backwards on a chair facing him.

Naruto smiled. "Ah, good to see my guest is awake!" He left the chair to go sit on the edge of the bed the child was resting on. "So how ya feelin', kiddo?"

The boy smiled back shyly and replied with a soft, "I-I feel okay...Thanks to you..."

The immortal blonde nodded. "Heh, that's good. So, you hungry? I got some food, if you want some." He pointed a thumb over to a table where a few plates filled with food had been set up.

The boy shook his head rapidly, not wanting to impose on his savior. "N-No, i-it's alright..." His stomach betrayed him as it rumbled loudly, causing its owner to blush in shame.

Naruto chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, causing his blush to deepen. "Oho? I'd say you're pretty hungry. C'mon, there's plenty for both of us."

He gently lifted the boy and carried him over to the table, where he set him down and moved to his own spot. Both of them dug in and shared a comfortable silence as they devoured the meal.

"Hey, kid, what's your name, anyway? I don't wanna be callin' you kiddo all the time now, eh?" Naruto said as he set the pile of plates in the sink.

The boy thought it over for a second before answering shyly. "Yamamoto-Shigekuni...Genryusai..." he mumbled, turning his head away to hide his blush.

"Yamamoto-Shigekuni Genryusai..." Naruto rolled the name on his tongue for a few seconds before grinning. "Well, then, Genryusai-kun! I'm Uzumaki-Namikaze Naruto; nice to meetcha!" He cheerfully stuck his hand out in greeting.

Genryusai stared at the offending limb before reaching out and giving a feeble shake and quickly retracting his hand again.

Naruto gave him an amused look. "It's not like I'm gonna bite you, Genryusai-kun."

He startled, and gave the blonde a sorrowful look. "S-Sorry! I'm sorry, Naruto-sama!"

The immortal lifted an eyebrow and frowned. "Naruto'-sama'?" he questioned.

Genryusai nodded swiftly. "Y-You saved me, Naruto-sama..."

Naruto rolled his eyes and sighed. It seemed that he'd have to break the kid of his shyness. "Well, whatever..." he mumbled before perking up again. "Say, where are your parents anyway? Shouldn't they have been with you?"

He knew he shouldn't have asked that as soon as he saw Genryusai's eyes water up. "They-They're dead..."

As soon as Naruto gathered him up in his arms, the boy let loose a torrent of tears.

No words needed to be said as the young boy slowly fell asleep in his arms again.

The next morning, after they had awoken (or rather, Genryusai had, because Naruto rarely ever needed sleep) and eaten breakfast, Naruto inquired, "Do you have anywhere to go, Genryusai-kun?"

The boy shook his head roughly, staying silent. However, he was looking at Naruto with an imperfect puppy-dog look that looked cute regardless. Naruto was the first person who had showed him any kindness, and he was really hoping that the man would let him stay with him!

Naruto chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, making him blush at the affection. "Well, I guess you could stay with me—Oof!"

He was interrupted by Genryusai tackling him in a big hug. Once again, he was crying, but Naruto knew that it was of happiness.

The man laughed, and gently pushed him away. "So I'll take that as a yes, then, huh?"

Genryusai nodded fervently, and Naruto had to stop his head manually. "Can you...can you show me how to be cool like you!?" he exclaimed childishly, after thinking about how easily his savior had taken down those bad men.

"Sure thing, kiddo. In fact, you could even become a ninja!"

When he say Genryusai's eyes widen, he could have sworn he was looking at an owl. "Really!?" His eyes become sparkly, causing Naruto to sweatdrop.

"Yup. Actually, in about a month, I'm heading to the biggest ninja village, Konoha. You can enter their ninja academy there."

His statement caused the boy, in a total 180 from his previous shyness, to jump up and shout, "Yay! I'm gonna be a cool ninja like Naruto-sama!"

Naruto's sweatdrop returned with a vengeance. 'What the hell is with this kid?'

He shook his head and thought for a minute, ignoring his dancing charge. "Wait a second..." He threw a sideways glance at the boy and a sly smile grew on his face.

"Hey, Genryusai-kun..." he called slyly, who froze and stood with rapt attention. "I have something special to show you..."

Grabbing the boy and quickly dashing a note for Makoto to find, he disappeared with him in a plume of fire.

Meanwhile, in six parts of the shinobi nations, six people smirked at they received a mental notice.

Exactly a month later, two figures could be seen walking lucidly towards the gate.

One of them was unmistakable, even for the newest generation of shinobi. Namikaze Naruto calmly strode forward, still wearing the Akatsuki-like cloak from before with his arm still loose in it in a sling-like fashion. A Konoha headband shone proudly from his forehead, slightly taming his unruly, spiky blonde hair. By his side was an unknown man.

He looked to be about twenty-one years of age. His black hair was long and strung in a simple ponytail. He wore a simple sleeveless shirt and pants underneath another Akatsuki-like cloak, but this one was opened and pushed back by the man's arms which were jammed in his pants pockets. His face was mature and handsome, and his eyes were like two small beads of onyx.

"So, this is Konoha, Naruto-sama?" the man questioned, tilting his head towards the gate.

Naruto groaned irritably. "I thought I told you to stop calling me that!"

The man smirked. "Only if you stop calling me Genryusai, Naruto-sama." Genryusai, or Yamamoto as he now preferred to be called, watched amusedly as his mentor pouted like a child. "Besides, I seem to recall that you'd take me to Konoha in a month, not fourteen years."

The immortal waved his hand tiredly. "Technically, it was only a month. The time dilation deal makes the difference a little sketchy, and even though I constructed the damn thing, it always gives me a random time conversion, so don't blame me."

Yamamoto rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So when are your 'associates' going to meet us?" He had previously been informed of Naruto's little ability during his time under the seal, but he hadn't seen them up close before.

"Hmm..." He stared up into the clouds and mumbled. "In three, two, one..."

On cue, seven figures darted out from behind them. While Naruto paid them no mind, continuing leisurely towards the village of his birth, Yamamoto wasn't familiar with any of them and grabbed a concealed sword that he pointed to him.

"Woah, easy there, kiddo," a purple-haired woman dressed in the same cloak as Naruto said in a familiar tone. She had her hands up in mock surrender, but a wide smirk made it clear she had no intention of surrendering anyway.

Wearily, the black-haired man slid his kunai back its pouch. "So I take it you are Naruto-sama's other bodies then?"

Anko shrugged, meeting Tsunade's eyes for a moment. "Yeah, something like that," they said in tandem.

Makoto interrupted them. "Hey, don't confuse me with them!" she exclaimed, waving her arms comically, causing the huge weapon on her back to jiggle, as well as her large assets. "I'm just following Naruto-sama too!"

Naruto broke in, then, barking out, "If you want to waste time, then do so in the village!" He was standing some feet away from them, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Coming!" both Makoto and Anko shouted. They stared at each other and grinned, and then raced towards the gates. Tsunade and Kakashi chuckled and followed them, with the remaining three figures seeming to sigh behind their masks before following as well.

Yamamoto found it very strange that his sensei's 'other bodies' acted like separate people, Makoto apparently excluded, but decided not to comment on it, instead making his way towards Naruto.

After they signed in at the gates, they made their way to the Hokage Tower located in the center of the village…

Notes:

In an advanced response to any comments I may or may not receive, you could call this story shallow and filled with plot holes, but like I say in my profile, this is mostly an idea that I want to try out until I can come back and refine it.

On another note, Naruto's situation with multiple bodies is somewhat like Pain's, but much more complex. Obviously, it has something to do with the Kyubi, and it'll be explained in further chapters, if I can get around to doing them - school's been keeping me pretty busy, not to mention frustrated. If I can get enough free time, I'll probably continue this.

The Bleach crossover will fully kick in around chapter three or four, but like I said, only if I can get around to doing it. And don't bitch about Yamamoto; he's well over two thousand years old by the time Bleach's main story rolls by, and right now he's young, so there's bound to be OOCness.

The same goes for Naruto. He's over three thousand years old, if only two thousand physically.

And Makoto will be explained later (much later) as well.

Plus, this IS a fanfiction, so pretty much anything goes. If anything seems familiar, it's purely coincidental. Besides, this was a stream of consciousness type thing anyway.