A/N Disclaimer, I do not own Naruto, you know because you guys probably thought I did.
Hope you like it and please review.

From a simple book

Down a busy and watery road, filled with people of all ages going about their day like always, walked a young man . Form his appearance you would have trouble guessing he was twelve, if you went by height, sixteen or slightly older would be a good guess. When the average height for men in the elemental nations was at best five feet, five inches, and this young man already stood an impressive height of five there, it was understandable to think he was older than what he truly was.

Said man would be described by most, or more likely women, as an incredibly handsome catch. As already stated he was tall for his age and despite that age only being twelve, not even a teenager, his body nor his face held any fat. Truly he held the appearance of a shinobi, and with one look at his daily activity you would see he was a ninja in everything but village. Arguably his best physical feature were his fox-like, hooded eyes, he had a rare eye condition called Heterochromia.

Said diseases cause one eye to be colored differently from the other. His right eye being a combination of two different shades of purple, mixed together like a swirling tied or whirlpool of Amethyst a light almost lavender shade, countered by the deep red-violet color that swirled and bended around the other, literally moving, flowing like water. He had sent many of his early years wondering why his one eye did this, but after a while he gave up. No point in wasting such valuable time.

His left eye was hidden intentionally by his long, shaggy, while also spiky black hair that traveled all the way to his mid to lower back. (If you are wondering, his hair is ichigo getsuga form, only apart of it covers the left side of his face) If your where to lift the long bang from his faces left side you would see an unbelievably bright blue eye that if it were night, would glow ever so slightly from behind his dark black mane of hair. The other most notable thing of his eye, the one you could see that is, was the black marking under his right eye. the mark itself was simple a black crescent moon sitting on its side so each point lined up with his eyes beginning and end point.

The mark was easily noticeable thanks to his pale almost white skin, and even though skin of such paleness would normal be associated with sickness the man himself was not sick in any way nor did he look ill either, in fact he was one-hundred percent healthy. All of his muscles were, if they involve fighting in any way at all, completely develop, a testament to his physical training that he had put himself though since the age of five. He wore a tough looking, weathered outfit that appeared to have gone through a multitude of battles. Despite that being true in every way, the ensemble was clean, well keep, and well-fitting.

On his feet he wore a pair of simple dark, wooden saddles, and long sliver socks that went to mid calf, hidden under his long black pants that were tattered and ragged at the end. To hold his pants in place he had on a long purple sash that waved in the wind. On the end of the improvised belt was the silhouette of a barn owl. Covering his chest was a tight black sleeveless shirt with no markings or symbols of any kind, and finally on top oh his muscle shirt he wore a dark purple, black furred, hooded, and sleeveless jacket. The seams were silver and stood out perfectly in contrast to his other dark clothing.

If the jacket and shirt were removed you would see a torso wrapped in silver medical tape that went all the way to the lower half of his face. Just stopping below his nose.
Like most thing that involved him there was a point to what he did or how he acted, and this meant their was a reason that none of his clothing did anything to block his arms. He had many skills and talents but none were above his shinobi training in the art of jutsu. In the cruel word he lived in being a shinobi was the most profitable, dangerous, and bloody job you could land, whether you use your skills for a village, as a missing-nin, or simply for yourself was your own choice. Now in this shinobi world, there were many jutsu types one could learn and specialize in.

Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu, being the most common. Ninjustsu being a physical based attack but unlike taijutsu, hand to hand combat, ninjustsu is mainly chakra, the basic energy source necessary for ninja to do most jutsu, though taijutsu could be enhanced though chakra like ones five senses. Genjutsu, unlike tai or ninjustsu is a techniques that uses the chakra in the victim's system to create illusions.

That being said, this man was only capable of one of these ability's and that was taijutsu something he was very proficient in. He was so proficient in this art that he created his own fighting style, and over seven years of practices and hard work he could fight in his sleep. The style was name the owl style after the animal he drew inspiration from, fast, wise and above all else patient. He could not perform any gen or ninjustsu something he was very aware of. While he was able to control his chakra nearly perfectly, for whatever reason he had no ability to shape it. Even the simplest of things such as clone jutsu's and the henge were impossible for him and not for normal reasons like a massive amounts of chakra, which while he did have large reserves, it was nowhere near a jinchuriki levels. He never let that get him down as a child though. One day when he was six he was searching in a shinobi shop for something, anything that could give him the edge he needed to become a formidable ninja, and he found it. His most prized object to this date, a book.

A Beginners Guide to Sealing
by Mito Uzumaki

He had no idea then but this book would set the guidelines for his entire skill set. With this book on the basics of Fuuinjutsu, he began his long and nearly all self-taught, completely if the book was not counted, journey as a shinobi.

After skimming the book for its content, to see if it suited the image he had set for himself, he nearly scream with joy, and considering his personality, as a very calm, almost stoic child that was saying a lot. The art of sealing was perfect for him, he quickly made his way to the front counter and paid for the book, and the items needed to learn the art that were mention in the first chapter. A few sealing scrolls, sealing ink, and brushes then he was on his way.

So everyday he trained in the art of Fuuinjutsu. From introduction to his current level of advance, never stopping or loosing focus. He gain many skills from the art. Learning how to make storage scrolls, explosive notes and the much more advance theory's behind the art.

Of course he keep up his studies in taijutsu, even though Fuuinjutsu seemed to be an art that centered around planing, pre-battle perpetration, traps and seemed to not fit with hand to hand combat, he knew that was his strong suit. He was fast, had amassing reflexes, and his strength was far above normal. For that reason and his own curiosity he began making his own seals. Now this proved a problem, he lacked knowledge, and as they say knowledge is power. Than again he was a prodigy like no other in Fuuinjutsu, if he went by the multitude of books he owned and most importantly he possessed the key, creativity.

So he did research. Exploring past shinobi tales and legends, from the fabled Sage of the Six Paths to more modern-day ninja like Hiruzen Sarutobi. He learned a lot, more than he believed was possible, but one thing was certain, he was almost all alone in his art. The creators of Fuuinjutsu, the Uzumaki clan and the village of Uzushiogakure were gone, their village wiped out in the first but not last shinobi world war, and though this news sadden him greatly it did nothing to stop him, in fact it inspired him. He read a book detailing Uzushiogakure and its people written by the first Hokage himself. Their was one thing that Uzushiogakure stressed, family. Being an orphan himself he could not understand what family felt like or why it mattered so much, but that change when he read the worlds from the deceased Uzumaki leader of Uzushiogakure

"Through the cold waters, the swirling ocean of uncertainty,and the lonely waves of hopelessness,only one thing can guide you through, family will be you lifeline, and your savior
Believe in the unity of tides"

Those words made him think, he had no one, his entire life he had no one. He had no parents or siblings. He didn't even have a last name. He only knew his first name because of a bracelet he was found with win he was a baby. When the orphanage he lived in till the age of 4 was blown up due to this ongoing war, that one object was lost in the damage. He lost the only thing he cared for because of this war. Remembering that day, that day of pain and lost, brought back a memoire, a promise he swore to himself.

He would create a utopia, an oasis for all of those who no longer wish to suffer under others hate and cruelty. One who knew the difference between justices and killing who ever stood in their way. A village that needed no ninja, a home that he would protect, without others having to dirty their hands. Walls that stood open to all he saw innocent or deserving of forgiveness and unbreakable to those who sought to destroy its way of life.

This is what fueled his determination, when creating his most powerful weapons to date. Three seals all relating to hand to hand combat. They took him years, more time then he ever thought it would, most likely do to his ego which inflated when he learn of his impressive skills in sealing. Well after all the endless hard work and many failures he learn of humility first hand, and after all that hard work he had done what most would consider incredible, almost unbelievable if he, himself wasn't proof. Two of the complicated sealing arrays involved his arms while the third was eye based. The first arm based seal was located on his right arm, both arms being incredibly well-developed and muscled but still fast, this seal came in the appearance of a full arm length tattoo.
The first black marking were three circles stacked upon each other centered in the middle of his bicep traveling long ways. On each circle were two black crescent like sticks on both sides, at the end of the last circle was what look like a tail with an arrow like end, giving the appearance of a scorpion. In the middle of it tail, a braided crescent arch, stretch to the last of the scorpions legs. The ends of the arch were two more intersecting tails both with arrows ending just past the first tail which rested in the middle. Two horn like spikes that faced down rested on the outer sides of the outside tails, the last part of the seal were three solid, black bands with loops intersecting each band. Underneath the bands were three arrows each under the last, with lightning like marks going through them. The last part of the tattoo were black Gothic written numbers from one to five on each finger nail and a single black dot in the palm of his hand (This is scars tattoo without the words)

This seal was the only offensive seal out of the three, and was named proudly
Bakuhatsu Āmu or Explosion Arm
Simply put this arm allowed him to blow things up, complicated put the arm was a series of comprehension seals that detected the make up of what was in his grip. Once the seal detected the chemical make up of what rested on the black, coin sizes dot on his palm, the three bands of the seal detect how much chakra is needed in the deconstruction stage. Once the amount is determined, chakra is sent up the middle arrow through the body of the scorpion and back down when the amount is perfect, than it travels back down to the outer tails and back to the dot on his palm. If he wishes to override the amount of chakra, he could use one of the seals on his finger nails. One being about a D-rank and located on his pinkie, while five in theory would place as an S-rank, though he had no where near the chakra levels to pull off an S-rank without killing his self, and considering that his middle finger was his limit after three uses, and had enough power to blow a tree to ruble, he was not sure he wanted to test A or S yet.

His next seal while being called Boido Āmu or Void Arm, was mostly centered on his left hand, and like all his seals was colored black. This seal was much smaller in comparison and much simpler in design. It started with a black dot in the middle with larger circles spreading out like a ripple in water, the seal was mirrored on the opposite side of his hand. The only part on his arm where the same Gothic numbers. Again they started with one all the way to five, and like the first five they gaged the level of power, but unlike before this seal did not dish out power, it took it. He based this seal off of legend, the ability to absorb ninjustsu, a power held by the sage of the six paths himself, and that's what it did. Granted he had never absorbed any jutsu over a high B-rank but that was impressive enough on its own.

Basically it was the most complicated storage scroll in existences. Each ring on his hand, held his version of a sealing scroll, holding the equivalent of one C-Rank jutsu worth of chakra used to cancel out an attack. So if one C-rank was at one-hundred percent and he absorb one C-rank jutsu he would lose one of the five fings on his hand, with would seem to fade from black to gray, and need to be recharge when not in battle. So if one ring could absorb one C- rank two and a half ring could absorb one B-rank, 3 and a half absorbs an A-rank and finally one S-rank needed a full five rings. Now over time he would be able to strengthen the rings to the point where each could take an S-rank but his body could not lose an S-rank amount of chakra even if it was chakra storied with seals.

The last body effecting seal would most likely get the biggest reaction out of the ninja world. With one look at its name it would be obvious as to why. His next seal was known as Fukurougan or Owl eye and was his own , self-made doujutsu. Now unlike most doujutsu he was only able to place this Seal in to one of his eyes because of the amount of chakra needed, and was easily the most painful experience of his life. The seal its self was simple enough and was only visible when he activated his doujutsu by parting his hair on the right side instead of the left, thanks to the activation seal under his eye on his right side. When doing this, his normally Bright blue eyes would become pure black like a the animal it drew its name from.

This eye had many ability's and took by far longer than his other seals to create. The first ability was simple but very useful, perfect night vision allowing him to have an even playing ground at any time of day. The second was simple and common in the main three doujutsu, binocular vision, allowing him to see up to five times farther than most ninja. The last ability was by far the one he was most proud of. It was the solution to his lack of Genjutsu. First, it seem to be unbreakable, he had tested it a multitude of time's against opponents ranging from C-rank to B and low A-rank. No matter how must chakra they channeled or how many times they repeated the act it would not break leaving them helpless. The down side was he was just as helpless. He had to maintain eye contact they entire time or the jutsu would break.

The Genjutsu itself was, for lack of a better word a nightmare. The victim would be sent to a world of near total blackness, barely able to see the decaying forest around them. The only sounds that of hooting and screeching owls. Or if the caster wanted his own voice could be projected across the land. The only thing the victim could do would be to follow his voice and find him, and if the did that's when the horror began. Once the user saw the caster and for say, attacked him he would be attacked by swarms of barn owls, the pain would feel real along with the killing an owl. since the user could not break out of the jutsu they would began to think it real. Out of all the seven times he used it, two passed out, three lasted long enough for him to lose eye contact, and the last died of fright.

Though he was incredibly proud of his three seals, there was one massive problem, chakra consumption. He sent months trying to find a solution, but non came to mind, but then it hit him. Like a tun of bricks it was so obvious. He had a seal that allowed him to steal others chakra, and he was letting it simply leave his body. with this at mind he created an add-on to his Boido Āmu. Five Gothic numbers one through five. When he absorbed a jutsu it would be stored in to the seal number, one being D-rank to five being an S-rank amount of chakra. He was only able to transfer this chakra to his eye or his other arm because of add ons to both of said seals, while his Boido Āmu required him to store chakra over time. With he would be able to use all three seals effectively in battle, assuming his enemy were to use ninjustsu against him.

Shaking his head out of pointless memory's he picked up his pace in till he was in a Full out sprint, becoming a blur to those watching. His destination?

"Help!" Came the desperate cry of a girl no older than eight, dressed in nothing but dirty rags. As she struggled against her captors, who smiled cynically at her. Her short blue hair was disheveled from the three men who threw her around with glee and hunger in their eyes.
"PLEASE! 'cough' Someone help..." she choked out weekly. The smaller man in-front chuckled, while he looked at his two associates. One being a large oaf of a man, and the other being to skinny to be healthy with slick back heir. Both greasy men mirrored his reaction.

"hahaa...who do you thinks common to help you! No one gives a fuck about some piece of shit orphan!" he spat out into the child's face as he yanked her up by her hair, causing her to give a whimper of pain. He again tossed her to his friend who give a slightly slower, more dull laugh.

"Haha, No ones gonna help ya, we gonna have are fun with ya first! Than we gonna give ya to boss so he can break ya in!" laughed out the duller man as he lifted the girl up and smelt her hair, a sick grin on his face. "She smells like a flower" The last man came up to the girl bent down in till they were face to face, then he licked her cheek slowly. The little girl squirmed and cried harder.

"You taste good little girl, I wonder how the rest of you taste..." as he said this the men all grouped around in till they were shadowing the girl out of view. As the girls screams and the mens laughter grew louder a figure appeared on the roof above.

Seeing what was happening he was quick to reach in to the grey pouch he wore on his belt. What he pulled out was not what one would have expected though. Instead of the normal kunai and shuriken that most shinobi use, he held in between his middle and pointer finger a small metal ball bearing. Taking aim at the larger man he lined up his shot in the fraction of a second and snapped his finger. The result was instantaneous.

An explosion rang out and the man holding the small girl went limp allowing her to drop to the grown and get past the now to men's hungry grips and grabs. As she ran a stick on the ground caught her foot and caused her to trip against the grime covered walls of the dark alley. As she shook her head trying to clear he mind of its fuzzy state she leaned against the wall, but when she looked up and saw an image that would never leave her.

There standing on the high buildings wall, was a tall man, with flowing black hair, spiked and swaying in the wind, he possessed one purple eye that was staring back at her. A look that held, compassion and kindness she had yet to see in her small life. As his gaze left her own and traveled down so did hers. For the three now two, time was at a stop. Their laying in a pool of his own blood was one of their brothers, an exit wound out the back of his skull no bigger than a marble. Looking around in panic, trying to figure out who had killed their comrade, eyes scanning for an exit, the saw him, the killer. His solo eye bearing down in their own weak brown and black eyes. Such furry and hatred held with in the orb that was shared with no one but the two of them.

"Who are y-" the smallest of the mens words were cut short as the shadow like figure swiftly landed on the ground his jacket flowing like a cape in the wind. As he walk pass, the would be rapist made one horrible mistake, he moved forward. Formally resting at his sides, the dark hero's hand shot forward faster than he could blink and was holding on to the evil mans face. As the criminals eyes darted back and forth he noted one last thing before his world ended. "Is that a scorpion?"

'Boom'

Their was nothing left of the small man but a bloody outline on the wall where he once stood. The hero timed it perfectly, the moment the girls eyes blinked he took care of the man and sent him to his new room in hell. The first man was not so lucky, he saw it all, he watched as this, this thing blew his friend into nothingness. He was horrified. What could he do, should he run, no this man was to fast, he could grovel. Yes groveling would be his only way.

"Please!" begged the skinny man. "I wasn't going to do anything!" his gazed left the dark figure and went to the little girl, before scowling grimly. "She stole from us! That little bit-Arg!"

Before the criminal could finish the Hero's arm shot out and grabbed his face, covering his mouth. He lifted the mans face up, and smiled when his gaze met his own. He slowly parted his hair, careful to keep his hand up to block his now revealed left eye from the girl.

As the man looked into the eye of this dark night, his whole world went black around him. The figure dropped the man, whose face now supported a horrified look, his mouth stuck open in a silent scream.

The tall man began walking over to the girl, who sat unmoving against the wall. He noted the look of awe and slight fear in her small amber eyes. As he was standing next to her, he bent down and smiled.

"Hello" he said with a smile that was blocked by his mask, though the little girl knew it was their. The girl stared up at him not knowing what to do or say. She simply reached in to her pocket and pulled out a small flower and handed it to the man. He took it with an eye smile and looked it over. "This is very beautiful and its origami too, that a very hard skill to master. This must have took you a long time to make." The little girl smiled and nodded her head quickly, a proud look lighting up in her eyes.

"T-thats the first one I made" her voice was small and bashful. He just at the small blush on her checks, and eye smiled again.

""Well thank you... you know, im not sure what your name is angel?" The girls face went dark red as he called her such a name, causing him to stifle a chuckle.

"Its k-Konan!" she hid her face with her knees, not wanting him to see her blush. The man laughed lightly, before he stood up.

"Well than Konan- Tenshi" her face some how went darker "how about I take you to my home so you can rest" He look over at her with a smile as he saw the look of amazement in her eyes.

"You, you'll help me?" she asked in disbelief "no ones ever helped me before!" He simply smiled before offering his hand, helping her up to her feet.

"Well than let me be the first." She took his hand with a look of awe and a small blush. when their eyes meet, they both felt something they had never felt before, like a spark. Look at her Savior, she asked something she was curious about.

"Ummm... Eiyū-kun" He blink at the name but he couldn't help but like the sound of it. He nodded letting her know she could continue. "Whats your name?" She asked timidly.

The man turned around and looked up in the sky, rain poring down on them like it always did in Amegakure. Her own gaze followed his, trying to see what he hero saw. A small smile found its way to his him from under his masked face.

"My name... My name is Naruto"

A/N Their its done! That took forever... Anyway this is a Naruto born in the past story. Naruto x Konan/harem

Harem list will be
Konan
Kushina
Karura
Mikoto
and maybe more.

Naruto will not be god-like at least not yet. Also most likely will be lemons if not in this story they would be on my account. Plan on updating once a week if people like it. Thank you for reading :)