Naruto Uzumaki had been a lot of things in his life. Alone. Scared. Terrifed. Angry. Hurt.

But he'd never been confident or powerful.

That was about to change.

….

At Two am Higarashi Tenshi stumbled down the red light district, dead drunk, half hysterical, and completely out of it. In his left hand is a bottle, his right is empty because he's been suckered out of all his money already. In the back of his mind, he knows his daughter would say serves him right, leaving her alone to get piss drunk, but he can't bring it in himself to care.

I'll take a short cut, he thinks to himself, Yeah and then I'll be home in time to tuck Ten in.

He stumbles into an alley way, dragging his feet, to drunk to notice it's a dead end, and too drunk to care. The bottle slips from his hand but doesn't shatter, merely clinks dully against the grimy alley way. He doesn't notice. When he reaches the dead end, he touches the wall in something like amazement. "This isn't where I live," he slurs drunkenly. He turns around and stumbles out of the alley way, dead drunk, half hysterical, and completely unaware of the millions of fates he's just changed, intertwined, unwinded, strengthened, and destroyed.

Completely unaware of the life he saves.

Kami only knows, and she smiles faintly as her eyes track the progress of Uzumaki Naruto, leading him gently to the same alleyway. Leading him gently, to a new and brighter fate than the one she first witnessed.