Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it belongs to its rightful owner. I do not make any profit from this. This is
a work of fiction, purely for entertainment.

Summary: Naruto managed to fulfill his dream, he became the sixth Kage of the Leaf. But it was a dream
that made him tired and weary. With Kyuubi's help, our blonde gets a second chance in choosing his career
path. "Screw the Ninjas," he thought, "I'm going to college." Was he to be a scholar, an architect, a real-estate
agent, a doctor, or heaven forbid, a tele-marketer or an insurance sells man? However the ninja world just
would not leave him alone. NOT a gone back in time and save Konoha story. No definite pairing yet,
no yaoi.

So there he stood, on the monument of the Fire Kages, overlooking what was once an exuberant village of
fire, Uzumaki Naruto, twenty-two years of age, was tired and weary of war. Ten years has passed since the
start of his ninja career, five since the Elemental War began. It started out as an argument between the Leaf
and the Cloud over prisoner exchange, and it escalated into an all out war involving all there is.

Five years of war, millions has died, wounded, and wasted. The smaller and younger countries crumbled,
while the larger villages did not fare all that better. Because of the war, manpower declined, production
dropped, literacy went to hell, and what was once fine and sturdy infrastructures became poorly maintained
due to the lack of funding.

Prologue, Don’t Try so Hard.

“Hokage, the Sound and Mist are attacking the North Gate!”

Naruto grimaced. The snake just wouldn’t stop. “Recall the rest of the reserved forces, take two teams from
the East and South and send them to help the North.”

The messenger paused for a second, “but sir, the reserve already are in active duty. And the East gate had
been under another missing-nin attack.”

This was not looking good. The Hokage was running out of options, “As much as I don’t want to do this,”
Naruto sighed, “call the council, tell them that I’m going to start drafting conscripts.”

“Yes sir, but what about the North Gate?”

Naruto gave the messenger a hard look, “you, contact the Council as soon as possible, I’ll take care of the
North.”

Before the messenger could leap away, the Hokage yelled to him, “Hey brat, you know what to do if I don’t
get back, right?”

Konohamaru was quiet. Without replying, he silently leapt. If one were to listen carefully, the words “No
boss, I don’t.” could be heard in the winds.

The Hokage did not waste a second. Right after Konohamaru left, he was on his way to the North Gate.
“Damn,” Naruto thought, “the situation is not looking good.” He chuckled at himself: the situation has not
been looking good since eight years ago, when the war began. “Damn that hag for giving me this job.”

It was true, Tsunade offered Naruto the title of Kage two years after he was promoted to Jounin.
Immediately after that, the two legendary san-nins left Konoha together, on a “vacation”. Naruto scoffed,
“some vacation. The pervert will go peek at bathhouses while the hag would just gamble.”

Speaking of san-nins, the Hokage was facing one right at the moment, the snake. He arrived at the
battleground of the Northern Gate. With an effortless ease, five shadow clones of the Hokage oozed from
the shadows into existence.

The two Kages stared at each other, the Otokage and the Hokage. Caught in between the tension of the two
Kages, the Mist and rest of the Sound-nins almost missed what the clones were doing. Two clones tended
to the wounded Leaf-nins and carried them back to Leaf while the other three clones swiftly and silently
began simultaneously drilling rasengans into their enemies.

Five minutes later, all that remained on the battlefield were the two, still locked in a simple stare. The deep
azure eyes of the Hokage locked with the burning Sharingans of the Otokage.

“Naruto-kun, Hokage finally, it seems that you got what you dreamed for.”

“Orochimaru, you’re traitor.” was all that the Hokage had to offer.

The Otokage smiled sincerely at Naruto, “today, Naruto-kun, only one of us will walk away.”

“So be it.”

Just five minutes into the fight, the whole battleground was scorched through and through by fire jutsus.
Naruto was battered and wounded. “It seems your host’s affinity of elements still applies to you.”

Orochimaru held a small grin on his face, “yes, I can assure you, Sasuke-kun’s body is quite… interesting.”

A disgusted expression made its way to the Hokage’s face, “I really don’t need to hear about how you
explored Sasuke’s body.”

Orochimaru had an amused smile on his face, “let’s get serious, shall we?”

His trademark foxy grin once again showed up on his face, “let’s dance.”

Just as his experience had taught him, Sharingan was a major pain the in ass. The snake predicted every
nin-jutsu he tried, countered ever tai-jutsu moves, and saw through all of his illusions.

A summon was out of the question, snake beat frog, it was the law of the system.

A grand fireball flew toward the Otokage, and all he did was stare the fireball unfazed, while he himself
made a bigger fireball to counter Naruto’s. “Tsk Tsk, how predictable Naruto-kun.”

“Do not underestimate my balls, Orochimaru, they’re special.”

Just like what the Hokage had said, his balls were special. Inside his grand fireball, was a well placed
rasengan. A surprised gasp was heard before the sound of tearing flesh entered the sound frequency.

Just to make sure, the Hokage once again made use of his favorite jutsu, the kage-bushin. Three shadow
clones appeared, and joined with the original, four full powered rasengans slammed into the body that used
to belong to Sasuke.

Naruto was close to winning, until the body he had just attacked exploded into tiny pieces of wood chunks.
The Hokage was irritated to the degree that he felt heat rise from his skin. “Hold on,” he thought to himself,
“heat?”

A grand fireball with a diameter of twenty meters engulfed the Hokage at almost point black from his back.

The Otokage praised Naruto, “quite cleaver Naruto-kun, hiding an chakra attack in an jutsu.” Orochimaru
chuckled, “but not cleaver enough. Ironic isn’t it? The fate of the Fire Kage to be sealed by a fire jutsu?”

Quick with his reflexes, Naruto immediately turned and formed a rasengan in hopes of it actually splitting
up the fireball. But to his surprise, one of his own tricks was used against him, in doubles.

Orochimaru ran right behind the great flaming ball of fire with two Chidoris ready and hidden inside. One
of them made its place deep into Naruto’s belly, whilst the other was at a stalemate with Naruto’s rasengan.

He had enough, he had all that he could take. He dropped to his knees as blood flowed freely from his
mouth and abdomen, defeat?

Seeing his victory, Orochimaru leaned toward to the Hokage until he was practically breathing down
Naruto’s neck, “you see Naruto-kun, you’re right, you ball was special, but my ball is more special,” with a
sick grin, he continued, “mine was bigger too.”

The Hokage staggered on, “I I.. refuse.”, with a painful shift, using his arms to push himself off the ground,
“I refuse to lose.”

“What was that Naruto-kun?”

Again, “I refuse!”

“And yet there’s nothing you can do, isn’t there?” the Otokage began to walk in circles around the fallen
Hokage, “how does it feel to be helpless?” there was a five second period of time where only the blood
gurgling sound of the Hokage could be heard. “Huh? Too busy bleeding to talk?”

At almost a whispering scale, Naruto tried to stand up. “..I.. I.. re.. refuse.”

“Huh,” the Otokage replied with a sharp kick to Naruto’s belly wound. “It really is a shame that the fox
disappeared four years ago, I was planing to have it as a pet. Not so tough without it huh?”

A few more taunts, kicks, and fire wounds later, the Hokage was laid on the sandy battleground, bleeding.
“I guess it’s time to finish you off now.”

“No, I refuse!” suddenly he wasn’t hurting, bleeding, and dead tired on the bloody scene anymore. The
place was familiar to Naruto. The watery floor, the dull colored pipes, yup, the Hokage was familiar with
this place. The only difference was, there were three deep glowing red scratch marks on the eternal black
ceiling.

“Oh great,” He said to himself, “I’m about to die, and look what happens, I get into a section of my mind
that died years ago.”

Being the bright and brilliant leader that he was, Naruto waited. He waited, for something, anything.
Usually when he came to this place, something was there to interact with him. The last time he had been
here was when the Kyuubi told him that it was dying. The reason behind its death had been something
chakra related, but Naruto was too grateful and giddy at that moment to care. When Kyuubi finally died,
the seal on the cage disappeared with it. Although Naruto wasn’t a materialistic person, well maybe except
with his ramen, he was quite disappointed in the fact that the Kyuubi did not leave him with anything. No
special powers, nope, no claws, no chakra, no special bloodline, nope, nothing.

But of course he was overlooking the fact that it was because of the Kyuubi’s inevitable demise that led
him to train himself and not depend on something else.

The Hokage scoffed at the thought of the Kyuubi, “damn screwed up fur ball.”

He felt as if he had spent hours already in this dirty place. “Dirty,” Naruto mused to himself, “if this place
is dirty, and this place is part of my mind, does that mean I have a dirty mind?”

He sighed for the 99999th time in what felt to him like five hours. “It’s times like this I wish I had some
miso ramen.”

There was a rumble in the space he was occupying. Then a tray appeared in front of him with a bowl of
miso ramen on it. Unseen by Naruto, who was now feverishly devouring the bowl of ramen, one of the
three scratches on the ceiling disappeared.

Five seconds passed by and he was hungry again. “I want ten large bowls of ramens.”

Nothing happened.

“Damn mind, I wish I knew what the hell is going on.”

Another rumble was heard. This time, Naruto noticed the disappearing bloody mark on the ceiling. Before
he could even say “ramen please”, a piece of paper appeared in his hands.

The piece of paper, turned out to be a letter written by the Kyuubi in an informal first person style,
addressed to Naruto. Surprised that the Kyuubi knew the basic mechanics to the written language, Naruto
began reading.

“This is what you get for not paying attention to me when I talk: you get to feel like an idiot and don’t
know what’s going on. You’re irresponsible, impulsive ……………………………………………………

……………………………………….………………………………………………………………………
….…………………(Naruto decided to skip this part because most of the contents were deep personal
insults directed to his deepest and darkest secrets) …………………………………………… …………

……….……………. because of seal the fourth placed on us, I would… ‘disintegrate’ as you mature, if all
goes to plan I should be ‘gone’ by your eighteenth birthday. My residual chakra would most likely to have
formed a bond with your primal thoughts, I’m not sure as to what would happen but it would be probably
related to your wants.

You’re pretty stupid,
Yours Godly, Kyuubi.”

From that moment on, the Kyuubi’s image in Naruto’s mind changed from “Kyuubi, the cheap ferocious
beast” to “Kyuubi, the vindictive little bitch who demands too much attention for its own good.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

He had one last “wish” left.

“I wished for a bowl of noodles?” the Hokage mused to himself, “I am an idiot… I could have at least
wished for thirty-two jumbo bowls.”

He could wish to be sent back to the real world, he probably could still catch his own demise. He could
wish to be sent back to the reality with full chakra.

Then it hit him. “How could I be so stupid?”

Naruto cleared his throat and exclaimed, “I WISH FOR WORLD PEACE!”

There was no rumble, the slash on the ceiling did not disappear, he felt a message in his mind though,
“this is not a beauty pageant you idiot.”

He scratched his head, this was hard.

“Damn being a ninja is troublesome, wish I could have done something different.” Naruto mused to
himself, “like maybe a lawyer, or maybe start my own insurance company, Kami knows we need them
with all the war going on, maybe I could do real-estate, or open up my own chain of fast food restaurants,
or maybe I’d go to medical school.”

He sighed for the 100000th time for that day, wishes were hard to make. Then he heard rumbling. “Wait, I
didn’t wish for anything?” the last scratch on the ceiling disappeared.

“Damn it.”

Pitch black welcomed him, until a sharp ring woke him up.

He was tired, dizzy, sore all over, had a headache. It felt like a bad hangover.

With his eyes still closed, Naruto walked to the bath room and grabbed his tooth brush, and managed to put
on tooth past on it before he stuck it into his mouth. Half way through brushing his teeth, he began
grabbing for his razor.

Five minutes of grabbing later, he still had no razor in his hands.

Naruto had always hated grooming himself with his eyes still closed.

Finally irritated enough to open his eyes, he noticed three things: 1, he wasn’t in his Hokage apartment, 2,
when he looked in the mirror in front of him he saw a preadolescent blonde kid, 3, there was a
preadolescent kid staring back at him in the mirror.

“Oh crap.” Then he realized something else, even his voice sounded young.

Naruto rushed to his bedroom and checked the calendar.

“Looks like I get to experience puberty twice.”

… to be continued?

AN: ok, it’s three in the morning and I just pulled this out of my butt. No beta, no proof read, so do excuse
the mistakes in grammar and format, and probably plot, because I am quite intoxicated right now.

AN(plot related): as for pairing, heh, it’s going to be different. And ugh, most of this fic will be quite
serious, but I’ll try to sneak in a few immaturity jokes ever now and then, you know, to keep the horny
bastards happy.

oh yea, lots of kinky stuff.

:3

Reviews and constructive criticisms are welcomed.

Heh, just do it.