"I will do whatever it takes," Naruto whispered as he planted a small kiss on Anko's forehead, who was sound asleep in his bed. He then left the room and walked by Sakura's room, a pang of pain running through his chest. 

Then, as soon as it came, the mist faded from existence and Naruto was left wrapped in his chains with Anko's dead body laying right in front of him.

"I can't allow Anko to die the way you did, I can't let another person I love die, Sakura-chan." Tears burned in his eyes as he connected his forehead to the wooden door that led to Sakura's room. "I won't be able to handle the pain anymore." 

These visions he had, the one he had of Sakura months before they transpired, were visions of the future. It was the only conclusion he could come up with and now a mysterious mist steals his lover away from him? The one which he wants to spend the rest of his life with? 

No. He wouldn't let her die. He would prevent such pain from ever reaching his heart, even if it meant killing himself in the process. 

Naruto walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a small cup of water and hurriedly drank it, the cool liquid going down his throat and easing the nauseousness he felt ever since he had woken up at one in the morning, it now being three. 

He filled the cup again and quickly down it once more. He suddenly covered his mouth and vomited into the kitchen sink. Cringing, he turned the water on again and began washing it out and saw his hands covered in blood and his eyes widened as his body began to tremble. 

"W-What?" He whispered as he watched the thick red liquid ooze off of his hands and onto the ground as it began moving towards him. He quickly took a step back in shock as the blood began morphing, growing taller and more human-like before stood before him as a strange man he had never seen before.

"We meet at last," The man said, his voice smooth yet hardened. "I believe you know what you must do." Naruto unsealed the sword from his wrist and pointed it at the stranger. 

"Who are you?" The mysterious man had long brown hair that was cut short on the top with two clumps of hair being tied together by bandages on either side, framing his face. He had shiny black eyes with dark blue markings above them with short eyebrows. He was wearing a large white tunic that had several black tomoes on them, reminding Naruto on the Sharingan. 

"I have gone by many names. Some recognize me as the Creator of Ninjutsu, others as the Father of the Uchiha Clan, but you, my reincarnate, may call me Indra Otsutsuki, and I am at your service." 

'Kurama!'  Naruto called out from inside his head, but he received no answer. 

'He is sleeping. Do not wake him.'  Indra's voice spoke without moving his lips, inside of Naruto's head. Naruto stabbed the sword forward, but to his dismay, it only passed straight through Indra. 

"That won't work on me. I'm here to serve and guide you on what your next decisive action truly is," He spoke smoothly and without stuttering. "I've been watching you for a very long time, I believe it's what you shinobi call the 'Chunin Exams' when I awakened all that time ago, when you still had friends and a family." 

"What do you know about anything?" Naruto practically growled. Indra sighed and held up a single finger.

"Have you not been listening to me, Naruto? I've been with you for almost twelve years now while my younger brother, Ashura Otsutsuki, slumbers deep within your mind. It's quite funny actually, brothers who have rivaled in their life, fighting for days on end to suddenly end up in one body, we both reincarnated as you, Naruto Namikaze, something that has never happened to us before." 

"What do you mean 'reincarnated'?" Naruto questioned harshly. "I am myself and myself alone." Indra chuckled.

"You are not, not anymore at least." Naruto's grip tightened around the handle of his sword.

"Explain." He ordered with gritted teeth. Indra gave him a mock bow. 

"You once said you wanted to bring peace to the world by forcing the world leaders to the table, you wanted to become a god so you could have such a power to do so, and yet, you stopped your conquest for power. You are definitely strong, stronger than any of my previous reincarnates, and even Ashura's, but yet you stop just short of reaching godhood.

"You stopped because the people you so desperately wish to protect hold you back. But that's a strength to you, isn't it?" Naruto nodded slowly and Indra snapped his finger. "I thought so. I cut my ties with my father and brother, the only two people I've truly ever cared about and sought a new type of power, a power that would make my brother's pale in comparison." 

"And yet, you fail to protect them," Indra said harshly and Naruto took a step back in shock as if he were just backhanded by the Otsutsuki. "You failed to protect your mother and father, your pseudo-siblings, your teammates, and your grandfather figure. And now you lost your daughter when you could have prevented such a tragedy from ever occurring, and yet, given the same warning as before you hesitate to do what needs to be done." 

"Shut up," Naruto protested weakly, his faults and short-comings being brought back to life. 

"You failed to save your daughter despite having a vision of her death, isn't that correct?" Naruto's eyes widened as he felt the energy leave his legs as he fell to his knees in the kitchen, though they were suddenly not in the kitchen, but in a plane of pure darkness with nothing but nothingness surrounding them. Indra cocked his head to the side, but inwardly he was smirking. 

"I'm waiting for an answer," He spoke softly. 

"Yes." Naruto whispered in the voice of a broken man, a man who has lost too much. Indra sighed in fake-sadness. 

"And now you've had a vision of the woman you wish to marry and have offspring with dying at the hands of Mist, a village you've fought for, a village you've bled for. They threaten your peace of mind by taking what you hold most dear right out of your hands and they kill her. Will you allow that to happen?" Naruto was silent and Indra fought the urge to roll his eyes. 

It would be harder than that to sway the shinobi. 

"You saw two large boulders crush Sakura, and then two shinobi from the Hidden Stone rape and then murder her in the middle of nowhere, miles upon miles away from any familiar place. Imagine how cold she must have been, how frightened she was in her last moments. She was probably whispering for help the entire time." 

He got no reaction. Indra walked behind Naruto and placed his hands on the man's shoulders and squeezed them and leaned towards his ears. "They relished her cries for help as they were inside her." 

"STOP IT!" Naruto roared as chakra oozed off of him like a pot overfilled with boiling water, the water tumbling over the edge and hitting the hot eye, turning into nothing but a hiss and then steam. 

"Will you allow the same fate to happen to Anko? Your future wife?" Indra spoke softly. Naruto was shaking like a leaf during a hurricane, tears flowing from his eyes as they hit the emptiness that they stood on. 

"No," He whispered, gritting his teeth as the pain that tore through his heart like a knife lit up. "No, I won't let her die!" Indra grinned from behind Naruto's back, but quickly hid and circled around the blonde, his hand resting on the man's head and took a deep breath. 

"fThe Hidden Mist threatens your future wife and your peace of mind despite what you've done for them. They will take her away from you. You are the only one with the power to change your fate and hers as well." 

"I won't let her die!" Naruto screamed as the sight of Anko lying dead before him appeared before his eyes. "I won't let her die! I promised I would keep her safe and I promise I will!" Indra closed his eyes, a triumphant feeling coursing through his chest. 

"You must do what must be done! Show no mercy, show no hesitation. You must wipe out the Hidden Mist, and once it is done you will have saved Anko, and you will have stepped closer to your goal: peace." Indra lifted his hand from the blonde's head. 

"I believe in you, my descendant. I have no doubt that you will succeed. You are powerful in all of the ways of the shinobi, now go and save your love as well as yourself!" Naruto dipped his head, bowing slightly before Indra. 

"It shall be done," Naruto's eyes shifted from bright blue to crimson red, his Sharingan now active as he stood up. "Will I see you again?" Indra nodded.

"When your task is completed, I shall reveal myself to you once again. Only then can I begin to teach you the true force of ninjutsu and set you on track for world peace. I will teach you the definition of power and then you will call me 'Master'." Naruto bowed again.

"Thank you, my Master." Indra was proud of himself as he watched Naruto walk away. 

The death of Sakura Namikaze was the tipping edge that he needed to materialize himself in front of the Namikaze, though for only a short time. He knew that timer was up when he began dissolving into a fine red mist. He chuckled to himself.

Things were falling into place. 

Soon, he would have his revenge. 

Naruto, dressed in a large black cloak with a hood covering most of his face walked out of the village gates undetected, having ensnared the two guards into a dreamless sleep with genjutsu, his Sharingan glowing in the dark. 

He would need to speak with the Fire Daimyo. 

The Fire Daimyo, Hiro Tsuki, sat on his throne with a tired look in his eyes, feeling the age he was, sixty-seven. His day was just beginning, and yet, he felt tired. He then heard the doors to his palace room open and in strolled a lone figure in a black cloak with a pair of red Sharingan eyes. His eyes narrowed.

His son had been killed by a lone figure with those Uchiha eyes. Perhaps they were here to finish him off? As if reading his thoughts, the figure spoke. "I have no qualms with you, Lord Tsuki. I only wish an audience so you may hear my plea." The ruler of Fire Country narrowed his eyes further. 

"You come uninvited, your eyes activated as if ready to attack, and wish for myself to hold an audience with you? Even if I entertained the thought of letting you speak any further, there are procedures to go through. You cannot just stroll into here without a second thought!" He pointed to the cloaked figure. "Seize and arrest that man!" 

"Hiro Tsuki. I believe I was present when I saw your son, Chu Tsuki, die at the hands of a man in a mask who wields that same eyes as I do now. I was severely injured along with my sensei and we failed our mission. I request an audience with you and it will not be a request the next time I ask." 

Several soldiers surrounded the figure, who only lifted a hand. He snapped his finger and all of the soldiers dropped their weapons and bowed before him. "What is this?" Hiro shouted in a shocked voice. 

Why did his soldiers bow before a nobody? He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and chuckled nervously.

"Surely we can be civil, would you like a cup of wine? Or perhaps water?" The figure shook their head. 

"No. I want your army. Ten thousand men at my beck and call, in return I shall give you Water Country so you may expand your already large country." 

"I refuse." The Daimyo said as he dismissed the figure's demand without a second thought. "The Water Daimyo and I are good friends, I could never betray him. Leave while you still can, stranger!" 

"Very well." The figure whispered before meeting the Daimyo's gaze. "Then I shall take them!" 

Several Hours Later

The figure in the black robes took off his hood, revealing Naruto Namikaze as he gazed at his troops of fifteen thousand, having decided to clean the Daimyo out of his entire army. "Your Daimyo has ordered you to listen to me as if I were himself, and I expect all of you to listen to that order!" 

Silence. 

Naruto smirked. "Good. We march to the Hidden Mist. We will leave no survivors, anyone who is seen to refuse to do so will be charged with treason and promptly executed. I will be fighting alongside you all and I will do my best to do a lot of the work." 

He began going over the Hidden Mist's location, the infrastructure of the village, as well as the schedule the village seemed to follow to the dot.  He would make sure this would go as smoothly as possible. 

He would save Anko. 

Naruto walked in front of the army of fifteen-thousand, all of them lined up and marching behind him, their hands laying firmly on the hilts of their swords, ready to draw them out at a moment's notice. 

They had their orders: Listen to whatever the man leading them said. It was an important mission that was for sure. 

It was time.

The streets of the Hidden Mist were settling down, the sun setting on the prospering village. Many shop-owners were closing down their stalls and people were eating dinner inside their homes, resting from their day of work. 

Then came the pattern. The pattern of a sound they had never heard before. It sounded as if someone were banging a shoe against a wooden pole repeatedly, but with more force and a bit farther away.

"What is that?" A man wondered aloud as he did the dishes of his shop, not wanting to deal with them early the next morning. The entirety of Mist could hear that repetitive sound and it was starting to unnerve them when it only got louder and closer. 

Mei stood up from her chair, Zabuza standing right across from her as well as Ao, Chojuro, and Haku, who were preparing for a mission to Cloud to maybe negotiate a treaty. 

"What is that?" Haku asked Zabuza, who had a grim expression on his face. 

"I don't know, but I know one thing." He nodded his head towards the direction the sound was coming from. "And that sound is not a good one." 

"Ao!" Mei began urgently. "Put the village on high alert, take the children to the hideout! Every man and woman needs to help defend their home, shinobi, or not! We need to prepare for an invasion!" 

"Yes, Mizukage-sama!" Ao got out before dashing away to begin preparing. 

"Could they be Yagura Loyalist?" Zabuza questioned as Mei grit her teeth in frustration, looking at the setting sun from the window. 

"It's a possibility, nevertheless it doesn't change what we must prepare for. It seems Mist's conflicts are yet to be over." 

Naruto saw the gates of Mist ahead, the moon slowly coming out and shining its white light down upon the army. He turned to his military power. "You have your orders! Leave no survivors! Civilians and shinobi alike must die!" 

He was betraying his beliefs. 

"Show no mercy!"

He was now doing what his younger self frowned upon so much.

"Trust in your Daimyo and trust in me!" 

But he had killed himself long ago. 

Naruto Namikaze as the world knew him was dead. He died the moment he subjected himself to Indra's teachings. He had killed Naruto Namikaze and now stood a nameless man whose only goal was to save his lover. 

The nameless man had wrapped his hands around the throat of Naruto Namikaze and choked the life out of him and gave birth to his new being. 

He would take Naruto Namikaze's name until he found his own and he knew that stealing his name was the final erasure of the foolish boy who preached peace. 

A lone shinobi ran out to the army, carrying a scroll.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The shinobi asked, the fear in his voice evident. The figure who has stolen the name Naruto looked at the shinobi and suddenly flashed behind them, the scroll in hand. 

As he unrolled the scroll, the army watched as the shinobi fell to the ground, a thin slit across his throat, his eyes wide with shock as he laid dead. Naruto's eyes trailed along the scroll and felt lit it aflame, the scroll falling to the ground unceremoniously to the ground as it burned to ashes. 

"A pitiful attempt at peace, charge forward men, you know you must do," Naruto spoke in nothing above a whisper and yet almost every single soldier heard him. They charged forward, taking their swords out of their sheaths and flooded the village-like water when a sizeable crack appears on the concrete dam. 

Rushing into homes, killing men, women, and children, the soldiers spared no one as they ripped through Mist, setting the houses on fire and watching as people rushed out of them, covered in flames only to be struck down at the last second. 

Meanwhile, the figure known as Naruto walked around the village, knowing the men he had basically stolen from the Fire Daimyo would be too overwhelming for even an army of a thousand Jounin. These soldiers weren't common thugs, but highly trained samurai that were tasked with defending the Daimyo's home. They could use chakra, just not to the same extent that most shinobi could. 

If he were to gauge them correctly, then Naruto would guess that they were all high-Chunin level. He knew what Mist's military force was, and they simply could not overpower fifteen-thousand samurai. 

He walked over to a small mountain and saw where they had hidden most of the civilians, it being marked by the tiniest of seals, something he barely picked up even with his Sharingan. He studied the seal for a moment, studying every level the small seal contained and quickly bit his thumb and began marking it. 

He watched as the stone that acted as the only entrance and exit in the hideout and stepped inside before closing it. He walked down a narrow tunnel, his footsteps echoing as he took off his hood, revealing his face. 

He saw a dim light and heard the whispers of children. He walked and saw the children all gathered, panic and terror on their faces before they saw Naruto and they quickly cheered.

"I told you Izuku! We're fine! Naruto-sama is here!" The kids began cheering his name and Naruto met their happy gazes and unsealed the sword from his wrist, letting the tip of the blade touch the hardened dirt he stood on. 

The children stopped cheering and gave him looks of confusion. "Naruto-sama?" A child who couldn't be older than three-years-old said, tugging on his black robes and looking at him with shining green eyes. 

They reminded him of Sakura. 

He saw Sakura die in his dreams. 

Sakura was dead. 

But Anko would not die. That dream would stay a dream. 

His hand tightened on the hilt and he lifted it up. 

Anko would live. 

Then he brought the blade down. 

"On your left you old goat!" Zabuza shouted as he slashed five samurai's at once, protecting Ao. "I thought you could see everything with that eye of yours!" Ao, who was dispatching a samurai, rolled on the ground and sunk a kunai into a samurai's neck. 

"I do not have four arms, unfortunately, and not all of us are wielding a sword that's taller than the average teenager!" Ao shouted back. "I swear your generation is filled with the most disrespectful little-"

"Ao!" Mei shouted as she melted a group of samurai. "Shut up before I kill you!" Ao jumped over a blade and side-stepped another before using a quick water jutsu. 

"Of course, Mizukage-sama! But please consider retreating! There are too many of them!" They knew that if they were to keep fighting that they would soon die. No shinobi other than some of the strongest that have ever lived could fight off these samurai, and Mei knew no one in her village held that power.

'If only Naruto-kun was here! He would be able to defeat these stupid sword-wielding douches!'  Mei thought as she quickly disarmed a samurai and slashed his throat with the sword she had taken from him. 

"Zabuza-sama/Mei-sama!" Haku and Chojuro shouted at the same time as they began fighting their way towards their most precious people. Zabuza saw his pseudo-son and smiled and began to fight all the harder. 

If he fell then Haku would fall as well, and that was something he refused to allow. He had saved the boy when he was a child and he would save the boy now! 

Mei heard her subordinate cry out her name and began fighting harder, knowing that some of the people in the village fought in her name, fought to keep their village safe from harm so they could live in relative peace. She would not fail them.

She couldn't. 

Ao's Byakugan detected something and he felt the breath in his lungs leave as he fell to his knees, defeat filling up his entire body. "I-It can't be. . ." He breathed out as tears of despair fell from his eyes. Mei saw the man on his knees and began shouting. 

"Ao! Get up right now and fight! We aren't dying here!" Ao slowly turned his head to the Mizukage and met her green eyes. 

"Mei-sama. . ." He whispered. "It's the children, they-" He broke off as his throat tightened, no longer being able to speak. Mei's eyes widened at what Ao was about to say and felt her own tears prickle her eyes. 

"They're dead." Ao finally finished. Zabuza heard Ao and looked at his fellow Jounin with fury-filled eyes. 

"Who?!" He roared. "WHO DID THAT?!" Ao met Zabuza's eyes and was about to speak before his head slid off of his body, tumbling in the dirt as a figure dressed in black robes with a large hood covering his face stood over the now-deceased man's body.

"Me." He answered. 

"NOOOOOOOO!" Mei cried out as she tried rushing the man, only to be stopped by Zabuza who held her back, not caring the scratches that appeared on his arms and face as she clawed him, trying to free herself of his grasp. 

But his grip was like iron and he did not release her. 

"We need to be calm and work together to defeat him!" He hissed in her ear. "He's obviously way different from these stupid samurai." The figure looked to his left and called out a random samurai's name. 

"Yes sir?" The samurai named Gotu asked. 

"Inform the men to leave these four alone. After everyone else is dead then you are to head back to the capital and your job will be complete." The samurai bowed and went off to inform his fellow samurai the orders of their leader. 

"Who are you?" Mei shouted, pointing her slender finger at him all the while glaring murderously for killing one of her most trusted advisors, as well as one of her very good friends. 

"I'm nobody but a spirit passing through this plane that has been forced to watch the deaths of many loved ones. I am nothing but at the same time I'm the embodiment of the hatred that has accumulated in such a twisted world." The figure took off their robes and threw them to the ground. 

Mei gasped and Zabuza felt his heart get torn to shreds as they looked at the face of their comrade, the very one who had defeated Yagura and freed the village he now looked at with contempt. There was nothing but hatred in his Sharingan eyes, in contrast to the always cheerful ones that Mei and Zabuza had come to know. 

"But you may call me Naruto if you so wish, though that name has little meaning to me now." Zabuza lowered his blade and tore off the bandages he had wrapped around his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth. 

"Naruto! Why are you doing this?!" He shouted, anguish in his voice as he tried to wrap his brain around the events that had happened. 

"All you need to know is that I'm done playing shinobi in a world that is ruled by men and women who do nothing but drool and crave one thing: Power." Zabuza suddenly rushed the blonde. 

"We fought together!" He shouted as he swung his large blade at the man, only for Naruto to take a step back, avoiding it completely. "We bled together! We ate together!" With each passing moment, Zabuza's strikes became more powerful and began to get faster and more wild, but his movements were too predictable. 

Mei turned to Chojuro and Haku, who had finally reached her, though Chojuro was restraining Haku the best he can. 

Mei was trembling from head to toe but still managed to give the two teenagers a small smile, her lips pressed together with so much force she thought that they would explode and merge together. "Chojuro, Haku, you both hold so much potential. You are the only hope for the Hidden Mist to live once again. Run, run as fast as you can and don't look back." 

Chojuro had tears running down his face. "Mei-sama," He whispered sadly as he grabbed Haku. "We need to go now!" Haku refused. 

"No! I'm staying and helping Zabuza-sama! He's my reason for living! I won't abandon him when he never abandoned me! I'll stay with him till the end!" Mei's hand struck Haku's cheek, a small red handprint appearing on his cheek. 

"Haku," She spoke as she grabbed his cheeks with her hands. "You need to run. We're going to hold him off the best we can to buy you both time, so please run." She turned around and looked at Zabuza trying to fight Naruto, though the blonde was only interested in close dodges. "Don't let our sacrifice be in vain. You are the next generation." 

"Let's go!" Chojuro repeated, but this time it was with more urgency. When Haku didn't respond, he grabbed the boy by the waist and hurled him over his shoulder and began running as fast as he could, dodging any samurai he came across. 

"ZABUZA-SAMA!" Haku cried out, reaching his hand out as he watched his master and father-figure fight the same man he fought with. 

"We trusted you!" Zabuza shouted as he trusted his blade forward, only to watch as it burst into metal shards. Naruto quickly flipped over the large man's body and connected a punch to Mei's chin, sending her back a few feet before ducking under what remained of Zabuza's sword. 

"We'll take him together!" Mei shouted. They both stood on either side of the Leaf shinobi. "Naruto," She began, dropping the 'kun' at the end of his name. "I don't know why you're doing this, I don't know if you're under a genjutsu or if this is under your own free-will, but regardless of whatever answer you choose to give me I will fight and defeat you!" 

Naruto felt his lips curled up into a smirk, his Sharingan seemingly glowing as he met her eyes. "I chose this and there is no other path for me to take. There is no going back now." He jumped into the air as Zabuza's sword passed under him, the latter bleeding heavily from his right arm. "I could've sworn I broke it into millions of pieces?" 

"Blood makes my sword come back even if it's just the handle! Destroy it as many times as you like, I'll still come back swinging!" Zabuza growled. Naruto chuckled.

"You only have a limited amount of blood you can lose before you pass out. Tell me, how many times do I have to shatter your blade to make you bleed out?" Gritting his teeth, Zabuza dashed towards Naruto the same time Mei did, but the blonde vanished from their sight, causing them to freeze. 

"Hello there," Naruto spoke as he shoved a sword into Mei's left calf, causing the woman to scream out in pain. 

"Stop this!" Zabuza shouted. "This isn't you!" Naruto chuckled again.

"Oh, it's not me? Then who am I?" Came a sick and sarcastic reply from Naruto as he caught Zabuza's sword in the air. "I believe the time for talk as ceased, right?" Naruto said before kicking Zabuza in the stomach, causing all of the wind in the man's lung to disappear instantly as he fell to his knees. 

"STOP NARUTO!" Mei shouted as Naruto's sword appeared in his hand once again. 

"With this, I'm one step closer to my dream!" He shouted as he brought the sword down, beheading Zabuza. Mei watched as her childhood friend's body fell to the ground, tears crawling down her already red cheeks and hitting the dirt they stood on. 

"You are the final ninja I must worry about, Mei Terumi. Don't worry, I won't torture you because I don't want anything more than your death. That will satisfy my needs." Mei glared at Naruto and he approached her. 

"You've changed." She said in a broken tone. "Where was the man who gave hope to everyone he was around?" 

"Naruto Namikaze was weak, I destroyed him." Naruto spoke with so much hatred that it shocked Mei to her very being. Naruto was dead? Did this mean that this person was not Naruto? But someone who had taken over Naruto's body?

"Who are you?" She shouted. "Why did you steal Naruto's body?" Naruto laughed. 

"This body was never taken. Naruto Namikaze was killed but not of his body," He leaned down to meet Mei's angry gaze. "Of his soul. Hope for a better future is what killed Naruto Namikaze. The death of his daughter sent him over the edge. Now he prevents the same from happening to the woman he loves most. The decision killed him and now here I stand, reaping the decision he had sown himself." 

"So you are Naruto," Mei confirmed. She coughed a little before speaking again. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you from your own darkness that you hid so well, Naruto-kun." She whispered as she smiled at him. "I truly did love you." 

Naruto thrust the sword into her heart. Blood began pooling out of her mouth as he slid the sword out of her body, her blood making the sword red. "I know, Mei." He whispered before walking away, not caring to hear the future corpse hit the ground and bleed out. 

He had finished his goal.

He had saved Anko. 

And done. How was it? Good? Bad? Tell me!

5,230ish words! Big chappie! 

Anyway yeah, yall like it? I had this planned for a VERY LONG time so it's nice I could connect the pieces of the puzzle perfectly with no plot holes or anything! 

Til next time my lil demons!