Ok usual disclaimers, don't own either series, both are amazing, I wish I did.

This story's been bopping about in my head for over a month now. Trying something new with how I'm getting it going, so bear with it for the first chap or two. R&R as usual, of course. No clue where we are going for the most part. This is the culmination of a few VERY frisky plot bunnies. Part two is typed up, and will go up tomorrow night at the latest.

Screaming. It was ringing in his ears, he could feel it in his bones, in his head...where was it coming from? His body felt sluggish as he strove to stand, to locate the screaming and just get it to stop

He didn't remember what happened...

Blearily he looked around. It was some kind of model building, he thought, or what was left of it. It looked wrong, even though it was wrecked, it still looked so wrong

and he didn't know why...

The screaming just got louder as he climbed out of the building. It was seriously starting to piss him off. He snarled as his head swung around to look for the source of the annoyance so he could crush it

Something felt off...

There! It was coming from behind him. He just wanted it to stop, for them to shut up! The screams felt like icepicks in his ears. He stared down at the cause of the hated noise. It was a doll

but dolls can't scream...

Shut UP! he roared at the doll, glaring at it. His voice sounded all wrong, he knew something wasn't right. Why couldn't he remember? A flash of fire in front of his face, and he startled, pulling away from the screaming doll

but when had he gotten so close...

Shouting coming from the left. He turned to face it only to be slammed by something blunt in the side, sending him stumbling.

…..a flash of memory? A feeling of pulling force, being pressed by all sides by earth as a man with orange hair looked on coldly. As his body was compressed he felt a sliver of fear war with the anger...

The fear made him growl at the attackers, a new bunch of dolls that were yelling at him. The Pift! Pift! sounds they made with sticks were accompanied by a slight stinging sensation

it made him want to squish them...

He stood again, towering over then as he licked his lips, salivating. One of the dolls sent a spurt of fire at him, and he laughed as it ruffled his hair. It wasn't funny when a large rock smacked him in the nose. With a snarl he whipped on of his tails around to squash the annoyances once and for all

when did he ever have tails...

The tail froze a scant foot above the dolls as he hesitated, desperately trying to remember. He looked back at the crumpled model-house in confusion. Half of it was missing, the remains pushed up like matchsticks

….a bowl shaped crater, wreckage everywhere. Houses gone, the tower a pile of sticks by the great wall that was supposed to protect everyone...

He backed away from the dolls as one went over to the doll that had been screaming, standing in front of it

….unable to move as he watched her fight for him, protecting him, he screamed at the orange haired man to stop....

Two of the dolls charged him, pressing their conceived advantage. The dark haired one rushed to the front, riding on a wave of stone. He pawed the man out of the air, only to have the stone wave slam him in the gut

….seeing a blond man before him in a new light. He understood the choices, but still pissed at the man who made them he swung out a fist...

He's dead. My father's dead! He shook his head trying to clear it of unwanted thoughts so he could crush these bugs. He stumbled and fell forward.

….He plummeted as he used the last of their energy to take out the man before him, and everything else withing a five mile radius. Maybe now everyone would be safe...

The dark haired doll stood right in front of him, The muscular one beside him and a smaller blond one as well. He assumed they were threatening him, foolish things that they were. He was the great

…'.. Uzumaki Naruto! I'm going to be Hokage one day' he hears the class laugh at him...

Something was wrong. He felt a moment of disconnect before things snapped in to focus. He ignored the dolls, no, PEOPLE, in front of him and looked at his arm, covered in dense red fur. Turning his head he saw nine waving snake-like tails whipping about in agitation. He looked back to the people in front of him. Seeing the remains of the building behind them

I did that...

and felt sick with the thought. RAAAAAAAAAAAA!he screamed as something inside broke. His body felt like it was melting, and he kept screaming, even as the tails receded and his skin healed over. He screamed as the blood washed out of his hair, leaving it blond once more, screamed as his eyes returned to being blue.

He was still screaming when the fireball hit him, bringing blessed darkness with it.