Title: Through the Hourglass (used to be called Chaotic Symphony)

Summary: Who would have guessed that the hyperactive blond would have turned into that.

Pairings: none

Rated: T

Genre: friendship/angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, all rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter One

Sarutobi Hiruzen (Sandaime ),

What is the meaning of this? Do you trust us so little that you would send one of your own to spy on us? Have we not faithfully followed the terms of our nation's borderline alliance since the treaty was signed 18 years ago? I am not only outraged by this treasonous act, but I am also starting to reconsider the value of our treaty. We have this man currently detained and under high surveillance. It is not my wish to start a war with one of our stronger allies, but unless this shinobi has defected and acted out on its own accord….well, we shall see. I would like to discuss this with you further in person. Meet me in Suna, three days from now after the sun has set.

Kazekage (Yondaime)

O-O-O

"What is your name," the balding man demanded for the seventh time that day.

The blond detainee just simply stared back at him, silent, an infuriating blank slate.

"Still don't wish to speak, I see," the man stated, anger beginning to seep through his careful façade.

"What have you found out about him?"

"Lord Kazekage," the man exclaimed with mild surprise as he turned his back on his subject and stared at his village's leader with owed respect. "Nothing, he still refuses to speak," he admitted shamefully.

The Kazekage crossed the room slowly and knelt down to get a better look at the young man that was bound tightly to a metal chair in the center of the room.

He was young, maybe around the age of 25. His hair was blond, shaggy, and cropped short to his head. His eyes were blue, empty. Three unique whiskers like markings adorned each cheek. He wore a simple black hitai-ate with the symbol for leaf etched upon its metal surface. His clothes were a standard jonin outfit, including the green flak jacket, except his was black instead of the navy blue that most wore. The only modification to his outfit was the white long sleeve cloak with intricate orange designs that seem to spiral and flow along the coat's edges and center. His whole being was covered with a fine layer of dust, and ugly yellow-green toned bruises. Dried blood matted his hair, and covered his white coat as well..

The Kazekage stood back up straight, seemingly satisfied with his quick inspection. "Has Haido paid him a visit yet?"

"No, Lord Kazekage, he hasn't"

"Have him come immediately and sort this mess out," the red haired man ordered as he exited the prison chambers.

O-O-O

Sarutobi Hiruzen was not sure what he was expecting when he arrived in Suna. The reinforcement of peace he hoped, but not this, definitely not this.

"Do you recognize him," the Kazekage asked as he watched the aged man carefully for any signs of deception.

The Hokage frowned slightly as he carefully inspected the prisoner on the other side of the glass window.

The blond man's wrist was bound tightly in chains and was suspended above his head. He hung limply, clearly unconscious as sweat and blood poured from his body freely. His breathing was ragged, and face was flushed with an obvious fever. His back was covered with deep cuts that appeared to have come from a whip of sorts.

Hiruzen shook his head slowly. "He isn't one of mine," he said concluding his inspection.

"Then why does he wear your headband," the Suna leader asked with obvious suspicion.

The old man shrugged. "Shinobi fall during missions, we aren't always fast enough to retrieve their remains. Perhaps he pilfered their clothes."

The Kazekage frowned at this. "If he isn't one of yours, then who does he belong to."

"You don't know who he is," Sarutobi asked.

"He hasn't spoken one word since we found him lurking around our base. There is nothing on him in the bingo books either."

The Sandaime hummed thoughtfully. "I have brought the head of my Intel department, Yamanaka Inoichi, with me as well as Hatake Kakashi. I could have him poke around his head for a minute to see if it could shed some light on his origins."

The Kazekage hesitated for a moment before nodding his consent.

O-O-O

Kakashi helped Inoichi unchain and lower the young man down upon the stone surface below.

"Creepy, isn't it," Inoichi stated as if reading the other man's thoughts.

Kakashi looked up at Inoichi for a moment before his gaze dropped back down upon the broken man below them. "If I didn't know any better I would think that this was our Yondaime," he mused.

"Or his son," Inoichi stated as he gestured to the whisker marks on the man's cheek.

Kakashi grunted as he thought about the infuriating little ball of joy that he had just made his student last week.

Inoichi chuckled at Kakashi's sullen expression, before he returned his attention to the task at hand. "This would be easier if he was conscious," he muttered as he gently began to probe the man's head with his fingers.

Sighing, the light blond ninja rocked back onto his heels. "Kakashi, watch my back while I go in," he ordered before he activated one of his families secret jutsu.

O-O-O

The color red was everywhere, tainting every surface with its ominous glow. He was in a sewer, and standing 20 feet in front of him was the blond man's mental projection.

"Who are you," Inoichi demanded.

The blond man's eyes snapped up to look into his, and Inoichi unconsciously flinched underneath the man's scrutiny. "I-I asked who are you?"

"I don't know," the man admitted after a few moments had passed.

Inoichi frowned. "You don't know who you are," he repeated slowly.

"No, I don't remember my name," the main reiterated slowly as if he was speaking to a child.

"Do you remember anything?"

The man considered those words for a moment before he shook his head mournfully. "No, I don't"

"Amnesia, great," Inoichi grumbled as he began to study the contents of the man's mind further. "Do you mind if I look around," he asked amiably.

The blonds' eyebrows rose slightly. "You ask my permission after you have already invaded my head?"

Inoichi chuckled. "Just trying to be polite since I'm on your turf."

The man frowned. "Suite yourself," he warned before he sat down and watched the other man's movements with a cautious expression.

Inoichi walked around the man's mindscape until he came across an orange door that had the word Kurama carved into its surface. The man tried to upon the door only to discover that it was locked, even to him.

"Who is Kurama," he asked after a frustrating moment.

"Kurama," the blond man said slowly as if testing out the word.

"Could it be your name perhaps," the older man prompted hopefully.

"Maybe."

"Well, at least we have a name to call you," Inoichi said as he continued to meander throughout the room.

Kurama stared at the orange door thoughtfully. "I like that color," he said.

"Orange?"

"Ya, it feels familiar somehow, safe."

Inoichi chuckled. "There is a little boy who resides in our village named Naruto who also has taken quite a liking to the color. In fact, I don't think he has any other color in his closet."

The other man nodded as he continued to stare at the orange door with a transfixed expression. "Naruto, that's an unusual name," he mused.

"So is Kurama," Inocihi pointed out before he finally found a door that would let him in.

"Will I remember what's in that door," Kurama asked as he watched the other man open one of his doors.

"I hope so," Inoichi stated before entering.

O-O-O

Inoichi gasped as he was flung back violently into his own body.

Kakashi grabbed him in an effort to steady him. "What happened," he demanded.

Panting, Inoichi stared down in awe of the unconscious man in front of him.

"Well, have you learned anything," the Hokage asked as he stepped into the room followed by the Kazekage.

Inoichi shook his head as he tried to dislodge the feeling of unease that was beginning to suffocate him. "Naruto."

The Hokage's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What about Naruto."

Inochi shook his head, clearly confused. "I-I think this IS Naruto."

"That's impossible," Kakashi stated. "Naruto is a 12 year old boy who was clearly seen in the village three days ago."

"I know it doesn't make sense, but…I know what I saw, what I felt," Inoichi rambled as he inspected the man's chest and saw the wound, reaffirming his suspicions.

"I saw how he got this."

A/N:

So this is my first fanfiction-I hoped you all liked it so far. I also know it is short, this is kind of a prologue of sorts, chapters will continue to grow longer as the story progresses.

Anyway, if you likes it feel free to review and let me know your thoughts on it.

Cielheart Ie'chan-Thanks for pointing out the typo! I corrected it now