Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto

A/N: This is my second story, so give plenty of reviews, and sorry if there are grammar/spelling errors, I'll get better with experience. I know it short but they will be longer in the first chapter and so on.

prologue

Screams. They filled the air, dominating all other sounds. Except for the explosions that is. Some were screams of terror, from the fleeing citizens as they rushed to get away from their assailants, others were they cries of jutsu, from the shinobi, fighting said assailants, and all he could do was watch. He saw it all. The ninja fighting each other to the death. The civilians running to safety , grabbing their children, and protecting them from stray weapons and debris. And he just stood and watched it all happen.

He tried to move, but it was fruitless. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could do nothing. So he watched as his beloved village was torn apart by war. The longer he watched, the more grief stricken he became. He felt the sorrow, griping his heart painfully, yet he could not shed any tears. All he could do was watch.

He wasn't sure how long he watched, only sure that it must have been hours. The fighting never stoped. Never. Stoped. The body count was rising, yet never ended. The shinobi never tired. They stepped over the dead, and kept fighting. The war raged on, never ending...

'Why!' He screamed in his mind, 'Why can't I move! Why can't I help anyone!'

He stared at the village from his perch upon a building slightly higher than the rest, giving him a view of all the village. All that he loved. All he stood for. All he wished to protect.

All that was being destroyed.

'Your weak' A voice suddenly come forth from everywhere, yet nowhere at all. It was deep, much deeper than his own, and it spoke as if it was just stating a fact. Just answering his questions.

'Your loved ones will die because of you. Because you hesitate, because you don't have enough resolve, because you don't have the will to fight! You don't train enough, always thinking your better than others. As you are now you will never accomplish you dreams. As it is now they are dreams; nothing more!'

His thoughts became silent, blocking out the sounds of battle as he thought about the words that came from the strange disembodied voice. Was it right? Was he unable to save them because of his fear?

'Yes' Came the voice again. 'Because of your lack of seriousness, and your hesitation, everyone you love, will die.

Right before his eyes he stared with his unmoving body as the scenery changed. Not by much mind you, just to a different part of the village. He was now in a dense forest most likely somewhere out of the village aways, as the sound of fighting was nearly nonexistent now. There were three people fighting in front of him, teenagers around his age, and one...thing, that looked like it had a human shape.

Once he got over the sudden scene change he looked at the teenagers more closely. What he saw would have made him gasp, had his body not been in its paralyzed state. All of the other teens were forgotten as his eyes landed on the only female ninja of the group. She and one other seemed to have just arrived to the fight as they seemed to not have any wounds on them.

The girl stood looking towards the thing, trying to protect the third teen who was injured. He watched in horror as the girl was grabbed by the sand-things arm, and was violently thrown against the tree to her right. She breathed in sharply as the air suddenly left her, her eyes widened as she stared forward. From his viewpoint, she was staring right at him. Her eyes, without warning, closed, and her head fell to the side, dead to the world.

'N-n-no,' He stuttered, unable to really comprehend what he saw, 'D-don't t-tell me...' He left out the rest of the sentence, fearing any confirmation on what he just viewed.

'...Yes...' The voice came again, although it was subdued, much quieter than before yet still as deep. 'Because of your weakness, you will fail to protect what was precious to you. This is your future, if you don't change it. The lives of your friends and family rest on your shoulders-'

"SAKURA-CHAN!" He yelled, finally realizing just how dire the situation was, and not noticing that for the first time since the vision of the future began, that he had finally spoken.

'-Uzumaki, Naruto.'