Author's Note: Yo this C-E-NEX bringing you a new story. To my previous readers don't worry my other story still going but I've had a little trouble with writers block. In the meantime, to keep my hands busy, I'm throwing out this idea that's been playing in my head for a long time. As always read, review and enjoy.

Founders' Legacy Chapter 1: Madara's Will of Fire

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 six 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 of 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 trough 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 with out 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 wayout.'

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 then 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. Its 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 others 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 away 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.

"Have you come seeking power?"

At the sound of the voice, Naruto was brought out of his trance and he whirled around to find the owner of the voice. He found a tall young man staring down at him, arms crossed. He was dressed in red armor reminiscent of a samurai. Underneath the armor, he wore a full black sleeve shirt and had his hands covered with gloves. Dark leather boots laced over black pants made out of the same material as his shirt. On his back was the war fan that Naruto had seen in the training room. The young man had pale white skin and thick, wild disheveled black hair. His eyes were the same as the strange eye that he last remembered seeing.

Wide eyed, Naruto breathed, "Madara Uchiha…"

"Indeed little one. And who might you be?"

Madara's voice was sharp and strong, one that was used to giving out commands.

"U-uhm…I'm N-Naruto Uzumaki s-sir," Naruto gulped.

Madara's eyes narrowed and he studied Naruto up and down. "Interesting. So my first pupil possesses neither his eyes nor his body, rather his chakra," Madara mused.

As Naruto put on a confused expression, the Uchiha legend quickly snapped a question, "Tell me young one, you found a scroll and channeled your chakra into it and then found yourself here did you not?"

Naruto simply nodded dumbly.

"That scroll is a training method Hashirama Senju and I developed so that we may train future generations without having to pull capable soldiers from the front lines to fill teaching positions. It is a work of genius on our part truthfully. Jutsu may be sealed away to be used on the battle field with out the expenditure of chakra or time consuming hand seals but, what we did was far more complex. An intricate system of several seals coupled with a reverse matrix allows for the absorption of chakra and the casting of an indefinite space-time jutsu within a genjutsu."

Madara said all this very smugly but Naruto had no idea what he was talking about. He just continued to stare at the man, still attempting to process the fact one of Konoha's founders was standing in front of him. Upon realizing that Naruto had not understood a word he said, Madara simplified it for him.

"Scroll takes your chakra and coverts it into mine than casts a genjutsu on you."

"Oh…"

Madara resisted the urge to shake his head. "Still I'm surprised you activated it. It takes a large amount of chakra for the genjutsu to be cast. It is why Hashirama and I never utilized it. It is impractical for training young children."

"Hey, does this mean you're going to train me?" Naruto asked excitedly. The idea of being trained by a legend was too good to be true.

Madara stared at the young Uzumaki for a while. Taking in his bright smile and studying his child-like persona. Madara was not fooled. He could see past the mask that the boy put on. There was a deep grief hidden in those eyes. The glacial ice creeping into those star-sapphire eyes had not gone unnoticed by him. Curious, he decided to test the child.

"Hold out your hand. I will ascertain your worth."

"Using my hand? How does that work?"

Madara's eyed narrowed and Naruto's hand quickly shot out and he muttered an apology. This was not a man who you question, Naruto realized, because at that moment he became very frightened. He decided that it would be best to simply obey and shut up. Madara took hold of the boy's hand and closed his eyes in concentration. They stood in this position for several minutes until Madara dropped Naruto's hand and opened his eyes. Naruto couldn't help but notice that his eyes were filled with bitterness and also held an undercurrent of sadness.

The Uchiha himself was sorting through the memories he had just viewed in Naruto's mind and suffice it to say, he was pissed.

'It seems we failed old friend. According to this boy's memories, our clans are practically extinct and Konoha has degraded into the bigotry and ignorance that led to the very loss of our families. The very thing you and I fought so hard against.'

Sighing, Madara took in the sight of the boy in front of him, so filled with hope and innocence. A profound sadness washed through him at the realization at what the very village he worked so hard to create did to this child. He couldn't help but remember raising Izuna, who had that same smile. It was disturbing what the young Uzumaki went through. It was just as bad, if not worse than his own childhood of constant war and bloodshed. No it was definitely worse. Madara had been raised in war, this child had been abused in peace and false safety.

"I have gone through your memories young one and I've made a startling discovery."

Naruto's smile faltered. "Did I fail?"

"Tell me Naruto, do you know what the bijuu are?"

"Bijuu," the young boy asked innocently. "You mean like the nine-tails?"

"Indeed, the kyuubi, is amongst the bijuu. They are beasts of unimaginable power. During my time, Hashirama and myself were the only ones capable of subduing one."

Naruto smiled up at the Uchiha and said, "Yeah but, the fourth managed to kill the kyuubi."

"No. He did not."

"Huh?"

"The bijuu are living masses of chakra. They do not possess a soul like other living creatures. Therefore, they cannot be killed. As embodiments of nature they are truly immortal"

This was nothing like the story that Naruto had heard from Jiji. "If the fourth didn't kill it then what happened?"

Madara, having made his decision, began laying the foundations of his recently formed plan. "They cannot be killed but, they can be sealed. However, a creature as powerful as the kyuubi can only be sealed in a human. More so, that human must be very young so that its flexible chakra coils can adjust to the bijuu's chakra else they will die and release the bijuu."

"You mean to tell me that the fourth…," Naruto never finished his sentence as realization dawned on him. The curses, the hate, the way he was always called demon. Then there was how his birthday perfectly coincided with the day of the kyuubi attack.

Naruto couldn't say anything. He was abused his whole life and the people who he had actually trusted had lied and betrayed him. Tears formed in his eyes but, before they could spill out, a harsh voice entrapped him.

"Naruto Uzumaki," Madara's eyes glowed crimson and he crossed his arms. He stood tall and proud, his face etched in a grim mask. "I have seen men five times your age and veterans of many battles who would have ended their own life if they were forced to go through what you have. You have an unyielding will and a very noble bloodline to back it up. I will offer you a deal."

"A-a deal," Naruto sniffed as he wiped away unshed tears.

"Yes. The scroll has converted enough of your chakra into my own to allow me to perform Ningen no Umarekawari no Jutsu."**

"W-what does that do?"

"It allows me to send all of the chakra I have into your body, modifying it into my own," Madara had to suppress a chuckle at Naruto's look of horror. "Do not worry, you will not turn into me, but, rather, it will be as if parts your physiology will change to resemble my own. Almost as if you were my child who inherited my genes. The change will not happen all at once but, gradually over a period of few months. You will inherit my knowledge as well as my powers, which coupled with your Uzumaki and Senju blood, will make you stronger than I ever was."

Naruto mulled it over in his head. He could gain the powers of one of the most powerful shinobi to have ever lived, in exchange for some changes in his body that were bound to change anyway due to human growth.

"What do I have to do in exchange? You did say deal."

Madara smirked. 'Smart child'

"In exchange for my power I want you to destroy Konoha and rebuild it as the way it was meant to be."

Naruto looked thoroughly shocked at what Madara had said. "What do you mean destroy Konoha?"

Madara simply shrugged. "The means will be up to you but, I have seen Konoha in your memories and it is not the one that I worked so hard to strive for. Hashirama and I gave up a lot for the village and in no way did we mean for it to turn out like this. My terms are this; realize the dream of the Uchiha and Senju clans by making Konaha the most powerful village. Make it so it longer has to suffer the loss and tragedy of war. If an enemy does emerge, our power must be so great that simply by turning our gaze on them they will falter in despair."

Naruto crossed his arms and tilted his head as he thought about. In all honesty, Madara was pretty much asking him to become Hokage, which was already his dream.

Looking up at the legendary Uchiha Naruto nodded and said, "Deal".

"Perfect", Madara smiled as his sharingan began to spin madly.

Author's Note: This wasn't actually Madara himself but, rather a chakra imprint left behind. Therefore, he still feels friendship toward Hashirama and cares for Konaha's well being. It'll be intersting to see how Naruto will react to a revived Madara with a much different attitude and out look on life. Don't you think.

Ningen no Umarekawari no Jutsu: Human Reincarnation Technique (Made it up)

Hope you guys enjoyed. And stick around cuz my Broly story will be updated very soon.