Extended Summary- Madara freed the tailed beasts from their hosts, so, in a desperate attempt to regain control Team seven attempts to use the Lost temple (seen in one of the Naruto Shippuden movies) to go back in time to avoid the dilemma. When the tailed beasts disrupt and over ride the time ritual team seven, the tailed beasts and Madara are all sent into a time stream they never intended to go.

With the mess up a fight breaks out between team seven, where Kakashi wishes to reseal the beasts which will in turn save the old hosts, Sasuke wants to simply kill them, eradicating the threat but compromising the hosts. Now in a new time stream team seven seeks out new allies. But Sasuke knows he can't simply kill the legendary tailed creatures and seeks help, knowing they are at their weakest when being sealed he drags along a familiar ninja, one he knows can seal creatures of great strength… what happens if Kakashi had the same person in mind? Or more importantly, who will this said person choose?

There is a difference between light and good, and there is a difference between dark and evil. Too many mistake the darkness for evil, and in return they hide from the night and miss all it has to offer. Children never look up to the moon in fear of the darkness nighttime creates. A rock narrowly misses him. Thank God. He isn't in the mood to explain to his teacher why blood stains his every shirt or why he has another band aid on his face. He brushes black hair away from his golden eyes. But he regrets it. As soon as the curtain of black moves to reveal his inhuman eyes the man starts up again. Such was routine. Surely the pale boy should be used to it by now, surely he should have worked out a different way home.
The man roars some insult, some offensive threat before throwing another rock at him. Sometimes the boy finds himself in socially questionable situations, many seeing him as beautiful, enchanting evening. Then there were those who feared him, there were those who mistook darkness for evil, and difference for threat. These were the men who threw rocks at him in an attempt to do God knows what. Chase him out his own home most likely. Of course the boy never left, where would he go? He would have to be a rogue, no other village would take him in he doubted. Why would they if his birth village had dejected him so instantly. He was a powerful ninja, destined for great things, destined to accomplish feats unheard of. That was, if he wasn't killed before his time. He was no fool. He knew how Konoha worked, knew how they would kill any threat, any one who posed a danger. Pale skin, slitted golden eyes with lilac markings around them in an almost cat like curve. He didn't look human, and so, he wasn't treated human. Wether they objectified him, calling him pretty, flirting, making inappropriate gestures, or wether they cursed him, throwing rocks, cursing, threatening, sometimes simply blunting. What ever reaction he received in public was always one that made him uncomfortable. He was an orphan as well, so he had no protection from an adult figure, no one to guide him, no one to point him in the right direction and bring his wandering mind back to earth. He permanently lived else where. Permanently looked for a different world to exist in, since his current one had dejected him. As an orphan he had little money, living off what he earned on missions or on what he was granted by the Hokage. In essence, he earned fairly little. He lived in the darkest part of Konoha, his entire family gone, either in another village or deceased. He may have opted to stay with a distant relative, but they wouldn't take him. Or at least he guessed they wouldn't. They hadn't made the effort to contact him when his parents died. Hadn't bothered to locate the seven year old. If it hadn't been for Hiruzen, well... He didn't know , and he didn't want to know what would of become of him. Another rock narrowly misses him. He has stayed in the same place to long again and he knows by now what staying will bring. Already the man has grabbed a nearby pole, a piece of metal capable of doing severe damage to the thin boy. Ah, there was another difference, he was thin, not anorexic, no not unhealthy. Just naturally small built, he was almost feminine in appearance, no not almost, he was. He was very feminine and many would greet him with 'chan', even those who knew he was a boy. Some said it out of mockery, others out of endearment. He didn't mind the term, he had gotten use to it.
"Orochimaru-chan." A female said, she watched the boy hop off the bench he had previously been sitting on. The bench which according to the public he wasn't allowed to be on. Benches were for the Konoha citizens, and what made the boy think he belonged with them? The woman was warm, but not anymore. Now she had grown weary of defending the boy. She had become immune to the cold comments and harsh words, the sick jokes and the crass remarks. She had, but he hadn't. The boy told himself he was, told himself he didn't care about what others said, but when one threat leant on another it became considerably unbearable. He wouldn't show his pain. He wouldn't show his grief.
"Leave him." The woman muttered to the angry man readying the metal pipe.
"He must get out of here!" The man yelled, "I've told him what I'll do to him!"
"Orochmaru-chan, would you like to come inside?" The woman asked, she owed him nothing, and he owed her nothing. That's the way the boy wanted it. He had learnt what owning someone could lead to. He had learnt why he never wanted to owe someone again. She would offer him refuge in her shop, but he would always decline. She owed him nothing. No blood ties, no favors.
"I'm alright, I'll go home." Orochimaru said with a small smile, although subconsciously he had already taken three quick steps towards her knowing the man wouldn't dare throw a rock now that he risked hitting the woman. She nodded and watched the boy leave, ensuring the man wouldn't follow him. She had seen men in the village harm the boy before. It wasn't a pretty sight, blood staining his clothes, running down his face, not to mention his shaking frail form. He was fragile in appearance, but she couldn't deny his resilience. He had been beaten and battered in the towns sick attempt to... Tame him? Stop him from becoming a threat? She didn't know, she didn't give it to much thought though. It wasn't her business.