A/N: Here's a fan-fucking-tastic fanfic written about Nagato granting the Deva Path to Naruto (include using Yahiko's body. Unknown pairings. There's going to be a certain twist grins evilly. Also, I may need plot advancement ideas, so feel free to pitch in.

And sorry in advance for my swearing; I blame the one semester in college for that.

Pairings: Naruto x Fem! Kurama x Fem! Shukaku and Fem! Kakashi. Gender-bender harem!

He isn't godlike. But I may or may not give him more than one summoning contract. And in no fucking way will it be those retarded pansy-ass toads

Also, this story is a rewrite of that story Lotus: Curse of the Juubi.

Now as a forewarning, this fic will contain a lot of ideologically insensitive material that will likely disturb you; possibly scar your childhood, give you nightmares and cause you to become an anti-social recluse. This may include death, gore, politics, possible incest, bestiality, capitalism, rape and more. Okay, I'm just screwing with you. It won't do anything bad and no weird or kinky shit. But there is probably going to be a likely hood of killing off a few characters I don't like. Gore is well...given. Ninjas kill each other, so no shit Sherlock.

Enjoy~

Disclaimer: I don't fucking own Naruto

Chapter I

私は暗闇の中に落ちているかもしれないが、私は私が作った間違いを是正します。次の時代の夜明けがた、ナルトが救世主になるだろう。これらの土地では、彼は平和な世界に私たちをお届けします！

[Flashback]

"Kill the demon! End our misery!"

"Vengeance on the Kyuubi! Avenge our fallen brethren!"

A mortally injured twelve year old blond kid, lay in the mud. Blood and broken limbs. The young boy was on the brink of death. He had no energy left to run. The mob of villagers took delight in striking the boy's shattered body. It wasn't long before the young boy lost consciousness among the rivers of pain flooding his body. High above in the air, the sky wept, rain-drops plummeting to their doom. Where were his parents? Why hadn't anyone stopped the beatings that annually occurred?

Something broke inside of the young boy's soul, something...brimming with malice and ill-intent. A blackening mist poured out of every orifice of the young boy's body. This disembodied nightmare began feeding off the fear emanating from the cowering villagers, planting malevolent images and futures in their minds. It's very essence seemed to age those around it. Silence held on for moments before a series of screams pierced the twilit evening. The frightened people fled for their very life, swearing to the god for mercy. Abruptly, the shadow-being vanished.

Before he lost consciousness, the young boy crawled toward a dark alley. Blood trailed behind him. Though the bleeding had stopped, he had suffered much blood loss...

[End Flashback]

"...see?" Removing the worn gauntlet from my right hand, I pulled the sleeve back, revealing the curse I'd been dealt by Kami. What should have effectively been a normal appendage was a clawed hand. Long reddish-orange fur covered where there should have been plain skin. Linear sky blue markings started from the midsection of where the knuckled began and ended halfway across my chest, resembling veins. It stopped just short of the elbow. It somewhat resembled a limb from a creature belonging to the demons whom resided inside of me. "I know what pain is. You see Nagato, there is no reason to use power to attain peace. I have no doubt that you have the power to rule the world. However, to achieve peace, one must not misuse power for it is but a dangerous tool for those who wield it. Look at my arm. Though I never asked for this, the cosmos-nay, the gods have given this to me. I know not why; it is akin to being the Kyuubi and the Ichibi or so the villagers believe. It made me into a pariah for something that was not in my power to control. I have felt your pain. I could make you feel mine!" I flared my eyes will malice before I calmed. "But I shan't."

"This cannot be!" Nagato's eyes narrowed as he mustered the physical strength to inspect the nature my malevolent looking appendage. The brittle hand of the Rinnegan wielder fell to his side. It seemed that the aliased 'Pain' had seen something frightening. Something almost terrifying."I see now, Naruto. I have heard your story. You are burdened by the very essence of the Kyuubi and the Ichibi themselves; you know pain like none other. Kurama and Shukaku have wrapped their tainted tendrils to your very body. They could take-over your body and your mind if nothing is done quickly." He paused, looking down at me. "I now realize I was never meant to become a god. The bijou are more fit to be called gods. My destiny lies in reviving the people of Konohagakure, all of the previous hosts of the bijuu and your parents. I brutally slaughtered the people of your village. I aim to rectify my misdeeds. When Yahiko had died, I took on his dream to create a world unburdened by war, but I became lost in the darkness. Darkness with the red eyes of evil. I will revive all of Konoha." Coughing violently, Nagato answered with a weak smile, "It is possible through the Sage of the Six Paths. However doing so, I will die. You will succeed me as the next Rikudo Sennin." He coughed up a globule of blood and said as Konan gave a horrified gasp, "You have opened my eyes. I now realize my misdoings and I am willing to sacrifice myself to correct what I have wronged. For the greater good. I only hope you can resist the darkness and fight off the same misguidance I fell into. I'd been fooled by a vision without any pain. O-only you can bring peace back to the world once you have slain Madara. You know his fake persona as Tobi. That bastard manipulated me into seeking the bijou for his nefarious plot: Tsuki no Mai. I give you my blessing to end the world's pain that is war. The only downside, it the souls chosen to return are completely random. But most will be the shinobi sacrificed to protect your precious village."

"NO!" blurted the Angel of Amegakure. "I cannot allow you to die, Nagato. You deserve a second chance. You deserve to achieve world peace." The blue haired beauty paused before saying in a calmer voice, "I will be the sacrifice. Let my life force and my chakra fuel your Yin Yang Release." Her eyes were pleading as they burgeoned with virgin tears. I knew she couldn't bear to lose Nagato. I was about to make a deal when the redhead interrupted.

Laughing grimly, Nagato said, "No Konan, I will do this alone. Nay, I have to. You cannot use this jutsu. This body of mine will soon perish. I brought this upon myself and-" The dark bout of laughter had caused another coughing fit to red-haired man. "I am close to death and I know what I must do." Turning back to me, Nagato finished, "I know something that may help, but you must trust me with this. I shall attempt to give you the Deva Path before I pass on into the next world. I do not know if it is feasible. I will not know what will happen to the other paths in combination with resurrecting Konoha. I suggest you find them before something goes awry. Do you trust me?" I nodded, stunned at Nagato's selfless generosity when we had been enemies moments ago. Looking at the blue-haired woman, he said, "I loved you all my life. I'm sorry I never confessed my feelings for you. I always knew Yahiko had a thing for you. Good bye Konan." The sole female member of the Akatsuki gasped. I could see her holding back an ocean of tears.

"Do it."

At my verbal command, Nagato of Amegakure wove a long series of hand-seals in quite a frenzy. He did not make any mistakes. As he came to slower pace, I knew he was nearing the end of weaving the hand-seals. As the man whom was connected to many tubes, his hair was drained of all color and had thinned drastically. "Naruto, please take care of Konan..." Coming to the final seal, Nagato wheezed, "Gedō: Rinne Tensei no Jutsu!"

A menacing gargantuan white figure erupted out out from the ground. Opening it's mouth wide, thousands of green arrows of energy soaring out of it's white clad body. I could only fathom that they were the souls of everyone who had given their life during the Akatsuki's invasion. A single blazing red arrow overshot the village towards the Hokage monument. I looked back at the lifeless body of the Rinnegan user. I was about to walk over to Konan to comfort her when an all light-encompassing sphere of darkness slammed into the epicenter of my being. It felt like I was dying instantaneously. I screamed in agony until a glowing white sphere gently floated into my soul. I felt fuzzy before I drifted off into unconsciousness. Before I blacked out, a series of images flashed before me. But I hadn't been able to make any sense of them before I 'died'.

[Hours Later]

I soon woke in a new location, somewhere none too far from Konohagakure. Perhaps somewhere closer to the camouflaged paper tree and the ruins of the Hidden Leaf. The Akatsuki cloak was ripped and torn. There was hardly any of it left. Wait, Akatsuki? I looked down at my body; I discovered that Nagato had successfully transferred me into Yahiko's body. The trademark piercings were all there; on my ears, around my neck, the bridge of my nose, the two spiked stud in my underlip, and on my limbs. They no longer served as chakra transmitters. Now they were simply athsthetic. The magatama necklace was in piece. It was a sacred relic. The demonic right arm...was gone! My arm was normal once again. I looked human again! I was relieved that no-one had taken the time to retrieve Pain's bodies. It would have been hell to sneak out. Probably would have gotten myself killed if that had been the situation. Nearby, I walked over to a broken mirror. I found that I was indeed in the body of the Deva Path. I wondered, Is the Kyuubi or Ichibi still sealed within me?

"Yes kit," spoke a soft ever-so feminine voice that echoed as clear as day in my mind, "I am still inside you to my spitefulness." I sighed in relief before she chastised, "You know that was an incredibly stupid and risky thing to gamble on? The boy had practically limited experience with fuinjutsu. We both could have perished just because you wanted more power! You obviously weren't thinking of the possible consequences. I die if you die, kit. I'm the all-fucking-powerful Kyuubi no Yoko! I will not die, even if that means keeping a brat like you alive!" I sweat-dropped, letting the Kyuubi rant on such a rash decision. Then she added in a softer tone, "You look...interesting now. Those piercing make you look a lot less like a baka chibi. You used to look so pathetic. Mm. Sexy may be too flattering to describe you, but handsome isn't good enough. Sexy I suppose."

"Shush you," I blushed as I began running a hand through the orange mane on my head. Once done examining my new body, I started to head back to the hideout in the forest to retrieve a few things. The Kyuubi retreated back into her own cage, busying herself with whatever it is that demon foxes do.

Then the familiar presence of Shukaku bubbled to the surface. A seductive voice echoed in my mind, "Well hello there Mr Brash n Smash!" She chuckled, stroking my ego. "Unlike Kyuubi-sama, I enjoy being sealed inside of you handsome. Maybe if there was a way for me to enjoy the mortal world for some fresh air. I gotta go cheer up Queen Grumpy-pants. Ta-ta~" The one-tailed Tanuki floated to the back of my mind. I chuckled at how playful she was compared to Kyuubi.

When I had arrived, Konan was still there, crying over the unmoving body of her partner. She paid me no heed as I entered. She must have reallyloved him, I realized. I gave her a consoling gaze of sympathy to which the Angel of Ame had ignored. She was too busy to notice me.

Giving her some space, I picked up and dusted off one of the spare Akatsuki cloaks. I looked back around at my own corpse. It was rather perturbing to be alive and look at your own dead body. I slowly walked toward it, shuddering. I rifled through the pockets of my corpse where I found the communications ear-piece, my wallet and strangely enough, one of my father's famous custom-crafted kunai. It pique my curiosity to find such a tool on my person. Ero-sennin probably had thought it would have been a hilarious joke. Then realizing that in reality, ero-sensei was gone. I thought no more of it.

Standing up again, I looked around for anything else that could be useful for fighting Madara Uchiha. I abruptly remembered the metal rods Nagato had used to pin me to the ground with. I saw several of them lying around. There were seals on the wrist-guards that stored them. I'd always wondered where he'd produced them. I retrieved them before giving a sorrowful glance at the scene before me: Konan was hugging the lifeless body of the red-haired man. Her tears were falling in a torrent, sputtering incoherently. I whispered a farewell before heading out to Konoha. As I was running, a random thought pierced my mind, I really ought to commission a specialized weapon unlike any other living nin can use. These spears look awkward to use, not that I'm much of a weapon user. Tenten would have a field-day with these.

My earpiece crackled to life. The familiar voice of a certain lazy shinobi bristled in my ear, causing me to growl unconsciously, "Hey Naruto, come in. Something weird is going on here in Konoha...or what's left of it. People are...they seem to be coming back to life! Come back as soon as you can. And watch out for any lingering Akatsuki."

"Roger that."

A moment of static buzzed in my ear before Shikamaru asked, "Are you okay man? Your voice sounds deeper than it usually does. Ah, no matter. We'll see you soon." I only grunted in response as he jumped from tree to tree.

Hurrying past the obliterated gates of Kohonagakure, in my new body, I started towards one of the white healing tents among the destruction and debris. Shikamaru idled impatiently by the opened flap. Upon seeing me, the Nara clan heir took up the defensive position, barking to the ninja still able to fight. The battered shinobi took formation to bar me, but froze in fear.

"P-Pain..." Shikamaru's eyes were holding back fearful tears. One man had slain everyone he knew and loved. He choked, "H-have you slain Naruto and come back to kill the rest of us, you demon?!" Tears were now streaming down the tactical strategist's cheeks. He knew even with his kagemane and advanced strategy tactics, no one could stop the Ame shinobi.

Holding my hand up, I said gently, "That's enough, Shikamaru." This confused the hell out of the Nara heir. "I know I look like the one who trashed this village. But I am not he. Long story short, when Nag-er Pain sacrificed himself to bring back everyone in Konoha, I somehow lost my body and was placed inside this one. But I am truly Naruto!"

The black-haired shinobi sniffed, saying, "I-I really want to believe that it's you, Naruto-kun. B-but how can I know this isn't some sort of ruse?"

"You're still alive aren't you, Shikamaru?" I grinned all goofy like. With all the piercings, I probably looked scarier. Aforementioned ninja nodded weakly. Focusing a small amount of chakra to my stomach, the newly instated Rinnegan wielder showed the Tetragram seal that locked the Kyuubi safely inside of my gut. Outside of the Eight Signed Seal was a dual hexagram seal for the Ichibi."I am the Nine Tails and the One Tails Jinchurriki. I will be Hokage someday! Dattebayo!" Something seemed off to me; Shikamaru would never cry over something like this, not even in fear. He hadn't even cried when Hidan and Kakuzu disemboweled his sensei. Something smelled fishy.

Shikamaru's crying had stopped and replaced with a wet smile. That trademark catchphrase was enough to prove the spiky red-haired shinobi that resembled Pain's identity was truly Naruto. "It is you. No one else I know talks like that about being a Hokage with that much passion...or that stupid speech pattern." I gained a tick mark when he insulted the way I spoke. "It's good to see you alive." He jotted something down on a slip of paper and ordered some people who could still walk to relay information to the higher ups.

I asked sharply, "What kind of 'horrible' situation is it to recall me back here?" The skirmish between the Six Paths and myself had left me utterly enervated. "I could have taken a good long nap. But noooo, you had to make me come back!"

"Ah, Naruto!" One of the masked Anbu agents approached me. He or she wore a white mask that depicted the likeliness of a cat. "Thank Kami's eternal breath that you're here! I overheard that you live Pain's main body now. One of Pain's other vessels seems to have come alive again. She has been non-responsive to our interrogations. Ibiki nor Inoichi seem to have the energy to move, much less interrogate a prisoner." He looked towards a closed ward and added, "She's been thrashing around. We weren't sure why she was, but we took the liberty of restraining her. Please, come quickly!"

At that moment, Kaka-sensei, Gai and Shikaku appeared from behind a few tents to thrust me to the ground. How hadn't I known they were going to pull something on me? Earlier, I had noticed Shikamaru's out of character charade. To that action, my response was a deep, primal growl. I shrugged them off rather easily, surprised at the physical prowess of my new body. I saddened a moment as I remembered that this body had belonged to Nagato's best friend. I was about to retaliate, my body entered near complete paralysis. Looking around, I saw I was under Shikamaru's Shadow-possession jutsu. I snarled, "What's the big idea asstard?!"

The Copycat nin said warily, "Precautions. You may act like Naruto, but you look too much like the enemy. The only way to confirm that you are indeed that noisy brat I was assigned to Team 7 four years ago, is for Torture and Interrogation to enter your subconscious and look into your memories. Go ahead, Inoichi." Nodding, an aged man with medium-long blonde hair held his hands up in the formation of a triangle and muttered something that sounded similar to Ino's 'Mind Transfer Technique'. Those bastards lied. Instantaneously, I fell unconscious as two of the jonins had dashed to catch the man's sagging body.

[Much Later]

I awoke to find myself in a bed made of tattered tatami mat just outside the recovery ward. It was already past sunset. The dusky purple was swallowing up the orange and red sky. I sat up, clutching my temples with an agonizing headache that pulsed every moment that dawdled by. I opened my eyes, still unfamiliar with this body and its many piercings. Nearby, Inoichi was stirring.

"Oi, he's Naruto-kun," said the blonde interrogator. Rising to his feet, Inoichi said, "He's still Konoha's Number One Knuckle-Headed Ninja..." He stumbled, gripping onto Kakashi's arm for support. "I came across a few...odd things while looking through his memories and subconscious." He paused, scrutinizing what horrid things he saw in Naruto's mind and the body's databank. "I saw things like Naruto-san's Chunin match with Neji Hyuuga as well as his first C-Rank mission that turned into an A-Rank." Again, Inoichi paused before releasing some strange information, "I also seem to have dug up some memories from..the last two owners of this body! T-Take me to the Hokage so I can report to her." Gai took over and carried him toward the south east. I almost expected the spandex-wearing freak to start spouting off some nonsense.

"Ugh. My head hurts like a bitch," I complained as Kaka-sensei sat next to me, handing me a bowl of rice.

"Maah, maah. You'll be fine Naruto-kun," said the white haired Copy-Cat nin, giving me one of his famous one-eye smiles and a wave of his hand. "Ibiki and Inoichi are almost never gentle with pulling information." He patted me on the head, eliciting a warning growl. "To be honest, I never expected you to have been forced into a body like this. Even I thought you were the enemy. Can't be too careful these days." Nodding to the tent behind us, Kakashi commented, "The reason we pulled you back is because of what's in there. The summoning body of Pain seems to have come back to life."

An anbu with a bird shaped mask pulled open the ward sleeve and ushered me inside. Tori quickly exited to stand guard. On a makeshift table constructed from debris, a young red haired woman lay naked and shackled. Her hair, pinned up in the likeness of an onion. Aside from the piercings, she looked no older than nineteen. Her eyes fluttering open, she asked in a soft voice, "W-where am I? Why am I alive?"

"Leave us," I growled in a firm, commanding tone. "I need to question her without outside interference."

"Sir, shouldn't Ibiki lead the interrogation? He knows this stuff." asked one of the senior academy students. He had an air of arrogance that would likely get him killed, if I didn't kill him first. I wondered for a moment, was I ever that annoying?

"Shut up fucktard and get out! NOW!" I roared, glaring at the teen who had spoken out of line. Healers and shinobi alike filed out the flap of the tent, pulling the brat . Once I was alone, I asked as I unlocked the shackles binding the woman, "How do you feel?"

The young woman's eyes watched my movements warily. She remained taciturn while I applied some healing ointments of which only I knew of a few. She opened her mouth, but no words escaped; just a dry cough. I handed her my personal water-skin which she drained relatively quickly. Smacking her lips as if she'd gone months without water, the pale woman said, "I feel like I was kicked through the chest."

From my gentle interrogation methods, I'd learned that her name was Yuri Shuma. She hadn't had any formal training as a ninja besides her special gift of summoning. She'd died early in her teens. She wasn't a threat to the Hidden Leaf.

Oi. Yes you. The reader. How's the rewrite? Ehhh? You didn't read the previous version? Oh man, this complicates things now. Oh well. Hey new readers, what'd ya think of my fanfic?I hope it wasn't too dark to start out with. Please tell me whatcha think!~

Also for those wondering, the current reviews are from way back when I initially wrote Lotus as a Naruto x Fem! Pain fic. But I twisted it to my liking. Okay, I fucked it over.