Being sealed away, the Kyuubi had time and motivation to do little things like think. One of the things the Kyuubi constantly thought about and frequently tried was escape. All attempts had failed so far. Attempts at persuaision didn't work. Attempts at sending his Chakra through to control his host's mind didn't work. With the mind out, he decided to try the body. After a great deal of exploration, one of his questing Chakra tendrils found a promising orifice through which it might be possible to exit.

Pushing more Chakra in that direction, the Kyuubi was incredibly surprised to find that something was absorbing it at a prodigious rate. The more he pushed through, the more that small something absorbed. Eventually, after he'd depleted nearly a quarter of his Chakra, he ceased his ten-thousandth failed escape attempt.

Ten Months Later:

"He's..." Minato started, completely at a loss for words. The Sandaime, who'd grown up with Hashirama and Mito's children, had warned him that Naruto would look and act a bit, well...He hadn't expected the resemblence to be this close though...

As he was trying to fish for words that Kushina who thought her baby was perfect in every way wouldn't find insulting, a voice from behind said "I really, really, really DON'T want to know!".

As he whirled to face the intruder, the man in the orange mask said "God! I wish I could erase the last five minutes from my memory!"

Six Years After That:

The Hokage sighed as the small...boy raced from his office. His little fiction about the Yondaime finding him in a cave during the Kyuubi attack was far kinder than the truth which had been surmised through several blood tests after Naruto was born. God only knew what Kushina had been thinking when she'd done THAT with the biju whose gender had appeared to be indeterminate when it had appeared to destroy Konoha.

Fortunately, so far, people had all believed the story he'd just fed Naruto when he'd come in yet again asking why he was so different from everyone else who seemed to hate him just for existing. Unfortunately, said people who believed the official story had started pointing fingers at the Uchiha, some of whom had been seen poking around the woods in what had appeared to be an intoxicated state that night, when looking for someone to blame for riling the Kyuubi at such an inopportune time.

Two Years After That:

Fugaku frowned as he heard what sounded like Sasuke dragging something heavy into the house. Deciding to investigate, he set his tea and the report he'd been reading down, got up, and made his way to the entrance where he found his younger son hauling Uzumaki Naruto up into the house proper.

That boy was so much like his cousin Obito. Leave him alone for five minutes, and you'd be stuck sorting out the mess he'd caused for hours.

"Sasuke," he said in a tone that made it clear that the boy hadn't gotten away with whatever he was up to. "What are you doing?"

"He followed me home," Sasuke said, looking up at him hopefully. "Can I keep him?"

Sighing in frustration, Fugaku picked Naruto up by his collar and threw him out of the house before turning around and explaining to his pouting son whose eyes had filled up with tears in the second it had taken to evict the Uzumaki exactly why the Uzumaki was unacceptable company for a Uchiha.

Four Years After That:

All doubts Umino Iruka had about giving Uzumaki Naruto his hitai-ate vanished the instant the excited newly-minted Genin pounced on him and started nuzzling him. After all, as the Hokage had pointed out to him earlier that day, Naruto had lost his mother on that night too. That, and he kinda grew on you after a while...

A Week Later:

For the first time in years, Uchiha Sasuke felt like cheering. He'd got Naruto on his team! He'd got Naruto on his team, and his father wasn't around to tell him he couldn't play with him. He was going to go out and buy a ball the instant their new sensei dismissed them.

Four Years After That:

Madara looked up at the ten foot tall monster fox in front of him. The goggles it was wearing had blocked all attempts at controlling it with the Sharingan.

Right then, he knew exactly how to deal with this...

"Whuzapreddiboidenhuh? Whuzapreddiboi?"

It's not fair! Naruto thought as his right back leg twitched helplessly in the air. Madara's scritchies are almost as good as Sasuke's!