Kurama and Naruto, thrown back in time from a war-ravaged future by a technique they believe to have originated from the Sage of Six Paths, are both trapped within an infant Naruto's body. After much deliberation, the two reach the conclusion that the presence of the Bijuu in their ninja-world will always bring about conflict, and hatch a plan to remove them from the equation. Through the heavy application of Natural Chakra, Seals, and a certain Space-Time technique, Naruto brings the Bijuu to an entirely new world, where endless adventure awaits.

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Kurama awoke to a very curious sensation.

It felt like he was being pushed through a tube, like his entire being was being condensed into a tiny cylinder. It was unbearable.

But in only lasted for a few seconds. He righted himself, and soon noticed that much was out of place. He could feel the dirt under his paws, and it felt real. He felt full, complete in a way that he hadn't felt since he was ripped in half by that accursed ninja, the Yondaime Hokage. A low grumble, and he pushed himself upright.

He blinked, looked around, and realized that he was in Konoha. However, for some unfathomable reason, he was not sealed away. Having been asleep not fifteen seconds ago, he was understandably confused with his current situation.

"Naruto?" he closed his eyes and projected his thoughts inward, as he always did when he wished to speak with his host. He received no response. "Brat?" he tried again. Again, there was nothing. He reached out, but found that he couldn't sense the boy he knew at all.

He opened his eyes again, wishing to investigate why he was towering above the hidden village that he and Naruto had protected from destruction so many times in the past. A nightmare, one of his own, greeted him.

Hundreds of Leaf Ninja surrounded him. The streets were littered with the corpses of civilians and ninja alike, and large sections of the village were completely flattened and destroyed. The fear permeating the air would be noticeable to a simple civilian, and he was anything but. It was intoxicating, yet suffocating. Once upon a time he would have reveled in it. But he'd changed, he'd spent years trapped in a happy-go-lucky host that had been determined to make him understand anything other than hate, and had succeeded. The feeling around him, the putrid, vile feeling of human hate, anger, and most of all, fear, was nearly enough to make him, the almighty Nine-Tailed-Fox, sick.

He quickly turned his attention away from the contingent of ninjas surrounding him as he felt an all too familiar presence far outside of the village. A vile presence.

In a single unexpected leap, he traveled across the entire village, leaving behind hundreds of injured civilians and ninja, and the only other one that had managed to stand against him that night, the Third Hokage. His second jump took him a great distance outside of the village. Satisfaction flowed though him as he landed in the middle of the battle that he'd sensed, forcing the two men apart and to different edges of the clearing.

"Nine-Tails…" the blond man said nervously. Though he had just severed the mystery ninja's control of the Bijuu, it was still the strongest of the beasts, capable of causing tsunamis and destroying mountains with just a sweep of one of its tails when enraged. He narrowed his eyes, raised his signature kunai, and fell into a combat-ready position.

His opponent wore a different expression, one of unadulterated glee. Not that his expression was visible, hidden as it was behind an orange, spiraled mask that covered all but his right eye. "Nine-Tails!" he exclaimed, re-energized now that his puppet was available help him defeat the seemingly indomitable young Hokage.

The Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, spoke up. "With that seal, the Bijuu no longer belongs to you!"

In their last split-second bout, Minato managed to place a contract seal on the masked man. He would have done more, but the Nine-Tails had appeared and broken up their clash.

"I must hand it to you, Lord Fourth. You wounded me and even managed to sever my control over the Nine-Tails," the masked man paused for a moment to collect himself. While he felt confident in his abilities, the contract seal and subsequent loss of the most powerful Bijuu was a terrible surprise, and the Fourth Hokage's Flying Thunder God Technique was not something that he could fight in his present state. The Rasengan that the the Hokage had drilled into his shoulder had completely destroyed his entire artificial left arm, and he'd been marked by his opponent's signature attack. He knew when to retreat. "However, I am going to take over the world. The Nine-Tails will become my plaything again."

Kurama looked down at the exchange happening before him. He'd remembered being momentarily freed from the Uchiha's control all those years ago, but had forgotten in the wake of being sealed away again. This explained what had happened; Naruto's father had severed the Obito's control over him during their fight. That knowledge made his next decision much more satisfying.

Kurama had been back in Konoha for barely a minute, but he had already blown through every possible scenario in his mind. Was he in a dream? Possible, if it weren't for the sheer level of detail, the complete accuracy of everything and everyone around him. Could it be a Genjutsu, another Uchiha technique that he had yet to deal with? Again, he considered it, and tried everything he could to break the hold that the theoretical Genjutsu had on him. However, not only did the supposed Genjutsu not break, but through it all, he could not sense or see a single thing out of place that would point to it being an illusory technique. The last possibility, and by far the most confusing, was some sort of temporal displacement. Time travel.

His creator and father, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, had once spoken of time travel as though it were possible, but neither he nor any of the other Bijuu were very interested in such things at the time. Other than that, Kurama had no experience in the subject, never mind knowing why or how he'd been propelled eighteen years into the past. Despite his lack of evidence, it was the only answer that fit, that he could do something with. If it was a Genjutsu that he couldn't break, then not much could be done about it. He'd wake up from a dream eventually. Time travel, though, was a different story. He could work with that.

The Uchiha was likely to get away, his space-time technique basically guaranteed it, but that didn't mean that Kurama would allow him to leave in the dignified and sure way he was no doubt planning to. He would at least remind him why the Bijuu, and the Nine-Tailed-Fox in particular, were so feared.

"No," the odd trio was well outside the village, he had plenty of room. "I don't think that I will," he said in answer to the Uchiha's earlier statement.

He began concentrating the Black and White chakra to his maw, excited about what he was going to do. Unlike the Bijudama that he'd originally tried to use while under the control of the Sharingan, the one that he was preparing had his full attention, and with it, his full might. It was going to be spectacular.

Shocked at being addressed by what he thought was a mindless beast of destruction, the masked man wasn't prepared for what happened next. Minato Namikaze, famous for his calm, calculating demeanor and deadly techniques, appeared directly behind him, Rasengan already in hand. The technique was quickly drilled into his back, smashing him into the ground. As he lay there, his body frozen in pain, he began to feel the tremendous amount of power building up from the direction of the Nine-Tails.

By this time, the Bijudama was nearly complete. It was fully contained and in its eight-two ratio. Kurama made eye contact with the Fourth Hokage, as much as he was able to with eyes each as tall as the man himself, and tried to urge him to vacate the area. Thankfully it seemed to work, as not a second later the man was gone.

Kurama leapt up into the air and backwards, and unleashed his attack. Right before the moment of impact he felt the Uchiha's presence disappear, which was frustrating, but not at all unexpected. The man could teleport at will.

The explosion was blinding. For a moment, he was worried that he had miscalculated. He hadn't been whole in years; it was possible that he pushed too much into the attack. As he looked back, though, he saw that it hadn't quite reached the border of the village. If there happened to be an unfortunate individual or two in the forest or training grounds, then they were most assuredly dead. The light from his technique died down, the wind generated by it calming, and he dispassionately viewed the mile-or-so of destruction he'd caused. None of the vegetation within its borders managed to survive, all either incinerated or, further outwards, uprooted and violently tossed away by the force. He laid down on his stomach, and rested his head on his hands. He had a long conversation ahead of him.

The familiar chakra of the Fourth Hokage reappeared a good deal behind him, growing closer rapidly. The man entered his field of vision and stopped, looking up into his massive eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Minato Namikaze opened his mouth.

"Kushina is dead," and damn if that wasn't the weakest he'd ever heard the man.

Kurama was confused, though. How was she dead if he hadn't been there to kill her? She should have lived, this time around. It hurt him to know that, not even five minutes in, he was already failing. He hated Kushina for the way that she viewed and treated him, but his love for Naruto was greater than that petty hatred.

"How?" he rumbled, "She should have been fine, even after I was extracted."

And it was true; Kushina's genes made her the perfect prison for him. They gave her superhuman durability. She should have been, if exhausted and depleted of chakra, perfectly healthy.

"It seems that he masked man wanted to gain something from the night," he said tiredly, broken, "Kushina was able to protect herself and Naruto long enough for the Third and I to arrive, but the strain killed her."

"I… am sorry." Kurama reluctantly admitted, much to the Fourth's surprise. It was evident on the man's face, and Kurama hurriedly continued. "Know that I do not intend to harm you or your village. Is Naruto safe?"

Minato nodded, though he shifted suspiciously at the mention of his son. "If I believed that you were intent on destroying us, I would have never approached you so peacefully. What do you want with my son?"

"I believe that too much has been said already. Take the time that you need to create my next seal, I will wait. It wouldn't do for you to die at the hands of the Shinigami."

Minato's eyes widened. "How could you possibly know about that?" he demanded.

"I just told you that too much has been said. The longer that I am free, the more danger that both I and your village are in. The Uchiha recovers quickly."

Minato nodded in understanding and disappeared.

Hours later, he reappeared, looking, somehow, more haggard than before.

Kurama looked at him questioningly. The man was a known genius, but mere hours was a little too fast, even for him. "Already? How?"

"Shadow clones. Headache," he coughed into his hand in embarrassment, "Anyway, I've come up with three possible options."

Kurama's enormous eyes bulged in shock. Three? That quickly? He really didn't want to imagine what their battle would have looked like if the man had been prepared.

"Go on," he said, more calmly than he felt.

"Yes, well. My instinctive reaction was that I was going to be forced to use the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, and forfeit my own life. That is still an option."

It seemed that the options were not entirely new as he'd initially believed. Kurama shook his head in the negative. "It is not. Naruto should have his father."

The Fourth Hokage looked up at the chakra beast strangely. "You are very focused on my son, aren't you?"

"If you would hurry up, you could learn why, you crazy man." Kurama deflected.

"Fine, fine. The next possibility is Kushina's seal."

"NO!" Kurama barked, his voice shaking the ground. Minato jumped backwards and landed in a defensive position. "Not that seal. It… is not pleasant. And," Kurama reasoned, "Naruto wouldn't be capable of using my chakra."

Minato shook his head. It seemed that the Nine-Tails knew everything he was thinking.

"The final is what I believe to be the most ideal, but the possibility it being used hinged on our conversation. I believe that you can be trusted." Kurama didn't react to the comment other than to snort softly. The generated gust of wind still nearly bowled the unprepared Hokage over.

"I've spent the last few months studying Kushina's seal in preparation for this night. Though the possibility was small, and I hoped that it wouldn't happen, I knew that there was a chance that she would die in childbirth and you would be freed," he paused, choked up at the talk of his now-dead wife.

"She put a stop to it as soon as she found out, but I used the time that I was away to complete it. It is a variation of her seal that can encompass all of your chakra. The only problem is that in a newborn, Uzumaki or no, if you were to rebel, the child would die."

Kurama drew back. "Then it is not acceptable," he said, his tone final.

Minato smiled, forlorn, at the strongest Bijuu. "And that proves to me that it will work. Provided you assist in holding back your own Chakra, Naruto will be safe until his body is strong enough to handle it."

Kurama considered it. "How secure is the seal? Would I have to worry about that Uchiha appearing again to remove me?"

"I believe it to be comparable to that of the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, and I am also a Seal Master. I can add more protections if necessary," the Hokage offered, glad that they seemed to have settled on their next course of action.

Kurama nodded and began containing himself, drawing his chakra inward. He shrunk to nearly half is original size before Minato Namikaze's very eyes, who was staring at his transformation in wonder. "Then that is what we will do." He growled, his annoyance at having to be sealed finally making its way into his voice.

Minato began preparing the technique on the ground, a puff of smoke appearing and dissapating, revealing a small altar. A clone appeared next to the man and disappeared via his signature technique, presumably to retrieve his son.

"You know, everyone believes you Bijuu to be mindless beasts. How is it that we know no different?"

Kurama was still and silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "My siblings and I were children of the Sage of Six Paths himself," he started, and Minato stared at him in shock. "We were meant to be gifts to the world, to live in tune with the natural chakra that is in all things."

He continued, "But for the last century, your people, Ninja," he spat, "have bound us, caged us, used us as weapons. It is little wonder that none of us wish to converse with you."

"It was that man, Uchiha Madara. If he never approached me, the progenitor of your village would never have been given a reason to bind us, and we would be free." Despite having eighteen years to change his opinion on humans, there were still a select few that were permanent targets of his rage. "But you will find out more once I am sealed. Hurry up."

Minato nodded, continuing his work on the altar between them. His clone reappeared next to him with an infant Naruto in his arms, adorable whiskers on his baby cheeks. Minato reached out to tickle his son's nose, memorizing every part of his face.

Kurama zeroed in on him. Naruto. He prayed that they'd been thrown back in time together, and that he wouldn't be left alone in the past. If he was truly in there, being sealed would be worth it. If he wasn't... Kurama wouldn't betray Naruto's memory. He would never allow what had occurred in their future to repeat itself.

"This is my son, Nine-Tails. All that is left of my wife. I believe that you do not want to harm him, but I have been told that I am naïve many times before. I will be monitoring the seal for even the slightest hint that something is wrong, and there are a number of fail safes that will allow me to combat you and your influence on Naruto, even from outside of the seal." Minato said, his tone firm and even.

"That is acceptable. No harm will come to Naruto," he said resolutely. He meant every word. Kurama grinned, his sharp, white teeth gleaming in the pale moonlight, "Believe it."

Minato activated the seal and Kurama could feel his chakra being drawn into the seal on the tiny Naruto's belly. He felt the boy's chakra, and a sense of familiarity washed over him. He relaxed at the familiar, soothing power of his friend.

"Attend to your village, Fourth. And do not tell the villagers of my presence. I'd rather Naruto not be subject to the backlash."

Seconds later, Minato was on the ground, panting, his chakra depleted. The commotion had woken Naruto, though, and Minato rose to comfort the child. He lifted him to his chest and brushed his hair lovingly. His wife may be gone, but his son was still here. And he had a village to take care of. He raised his free arm to rub the tears from his eyes, and in the next moment, he disappeared from the clearing.

"Took you long enough, asshole."

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