KG: Hello. Hello. It's been a while, everyone. Have you missed me? I hope you have. I've missed you guys too. Anyway, this is something I made because it's been on my mind the entire time that I've been absent. Anyway, I won't bore you with the details now, but if you want more insight into what happened then merely read the end of the chapter.

Music of the Month: Brokenbrow by Jonathan Young and PelleK

Quote: "Cherish what you have now. For tomorrow, it may be gone."

Chapter edited by Saberwolf and some of my wonderful discord members.

Day One, it came faster than anyone could have prepared for. Amidst the sounds of war, clashing of kunai, and screams of death, everyone stopped fighting for but a single moment. When all looked up, the blood in their bodies froze. The skies darkened, the harsh bellows of noise, like righteous thunder, assaulted the very fabric of the heavens. For everyone there, it might as well have been an envoy of the Shinigami to come judge all earth beneath its cruel gaze.

That was a day that Uzumaki Naruto, jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi no Yoko, former dead last of the Konohagakure no Sato Academy, and dreamer of the title of Hokage, saw when he had just finished defeating Sabaku no Gaara. In the skies, he heard the harsh drums of storms. In the skies, he saw the clouds part like a grand reception of a divine deity. In the skies, he saw a giant rock from beyond the realms of his world come crashing down upon not just Konoha, but also every other shinobi that laid within her walls.

What Naruto remembered of that time was that Gaara and his siblings had retreated and someone had saved him. He did not know who since he had been grabbed in a hurry, but…as the descending rock from outside the realm of this earth fell further and further to the ground, a feeling deep within his gut made the young genin wonder about one of Jiraiya's lesson before the damn Sage had pushed him off that cliff.

If Death was going to come for you the next day, how…would you live for now?

The Great Rock crashed into the ground and what followed after was an earthquake the likes that Naruto had never seen. The sky exploded with hot fire as thousands of flaming stones crashed from Konoha to Iwa. Trees were pulled from the ground like fickle grass while dust and wind collided with Naruto's body. Again, he did not remember much. The adrenaline from his body was leaving him and his consciousness was failing him. What he heard before he passed out was the sounds of screaming from the person who had been carrying him.

Day Two, it was not much better. Naruto woke up, not in the hospital, but underneath a pile of fallen trees which had, thankfully, not crushed him beneath their weight. His entire body still hurt and he could see neither left from right nor up from down. Underneath those trees, he stayed, his body too hurt for him to even scream for help, and his wounds too great to even save himself. There, he passed out again.

Day Three was a little better. His body still hurt, but he had begun feeling a bit better. Naruto had figured this to be normal since had always healed quickly. Why would now be any different? Of course, it was still dark outside. His little shelter of fallen trees obviously told him that much. Heh, who would have thought that Iruka's stupid survival lessons would actually come back to haunt him?

Naruto's stomach rumbled. He was hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a proper meal. He wondered what was going on outside. The blonde groaned as he tried to move his arms and legs, but they stubbornly refused to listen to him. He was still stuck and he was still in a lot of pain. Damn, perhaps he would have to give himself a reminder that releasing that much chakra at once was not a good thing.

Once he saw that he was still incapable of doing something, the blonde fell back asleep again.

Day Four was much better than day three. Oh sure, Naruto couldn't move too much, but at least his body had recovered enough that he could at least get to a soldier pill. He always hated the damn things. They tasted like a mix between a veggie roll and a sour tart. It also wasn't exactly defined as a food supplement, but it gave his teeth something to chew on and his throat something to swallow. Maybe this would help him recover faster. Shouldn't more chakra flow mean more healing?

As Naruto laid in his little shelter, the cold, dusty air blasting outside like a harsh tornado, he wondered about Kakashi, Sakura, and, yes, even Sasuke. He wondered if they were alright. Had they seen and heard the large stone fall as well?

Day Five, Naruto found a problem that no amount of soldier pills could fix. He was getting thirsty, and he had to really use the bathroom. Unfortunately, the scope that he could move his body was very small. It was better compared to yesterday, but not the best right now. How he wished he could scratch his nose or any other part of his body that irritated him. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about any of those things.

Instead, the only thing he could do was feel heavy wind smack against his face, carrying with it dust, grass. and small stones. Of course, Naruto had to let those things hit him as well. What could he do when he couldn't even move? As gross as it might sound, Naruto was actually wondering if he could drink his own piss just to not be thirsty any more. Yup, that would definitely be something to never tell anyone else as long as he lived.

Later that night, Naruto groaned as he opened his eyes when something smacked against his forehead. He slowly opened his eyes and realized he had fallen asleep again. Ugh, his throat was beginning to hurt.

As Naruo began contemplating his situation more, another smack landed on his head.

"What the…," he said. He looked up. It was dark outside. Well, to be fair, he couldn't tell if it was light or dark for the past couple of days. There was too much fallen debris to tell otherwise. However, he noticed that the smacks against his head were wet. His eyes brightened.

One smack came. Then another. Then another. And another. And another.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki's eyes brightened when he heard the blessed sound of heavy rain. Soon hundreds upon hundreds of water droplets fell through the trees. Oh man, Naruto would have to build a wooden statue to whatever god had his back at the moment.

A grunt here, a sharp stab of pain there, and Naruto finally got a comfortable spot. He opened his mouth, with pain, and blissfully swallowed the rainwater that had been given to him. He admitted that it started kind of...odd, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth with survival as his main concern.

Day Six, this was the worst day because Naruto woke up and realized…he didn't have to use the bathroom anymore. Yup, definitely not telling anyone about this. EVER!

Day Seven, Naruto found himself facing another problem. Namely, he found the problem to be his growing stomach. Granted though, it had been doing this ever since day one of his time here, but now it was really beginning to get to him. He would have liked to rub his stomach in some vain effort to console it that he would take care of its concerns soon, but…kinda needed moving arms to do that.

If the Kyuubi jinchuuriki had to say one thing about being trapped like this, along with being hungry, then it was the sound of hearing potential food sources skittering over the fallen trees. Still, at least he could move his body enough to scratch an itch that had been bothering him. His pants had also dried up from the time he had relieved himself. Ugh, it was a pain to even think about.

Day Eight, Naruto was woken not by the sound of harsh winds and arid dust, but to the sounds of plentiful rainfall. Happy to have some water, he tried to maneuver as best he could to catch anything, but as a raindrop fell past him, he heard the ground hiss next to him. His eyes turned and he stiffened when he saw the water, like pure acid, melting the ground next to him.

Another drop fell. This time it landed on his orange jacket. Naruto shivered when he saw the liquid slowly eat away at his clothing. Frantic, and wrought with pain, Naruto groaned as he tried to move himself to a place that had more shelter. More and more raindrops fell down to the spot where he had laid previous as he watched the ground melt away from each strike of sky water that struck it.

The blonde closed his eyes and prayed to whatever gods were listening that this rainfall would stop soon.

Day Nine, the rain had stopped by the middle of the day. Naruto breathed a sigh of relief that he had kept both himself, and his clothes, from turning into melted pork bones for a bowl of soup. Unfortunately, the covering of trees that had been his shelter had weakened a little. Naruto could see just a bit of the outside, but it was no different. He could not see hide nor ray of the sun. All that covered the sky was wind filled with dust. Naruto was still hungry.

Day Ten, let Naruto go out on record to say that he was pretty damn hungry. He hadn't eaten for ten days and the healing of his body was already taking more energy than even he wanted it to. So, with that being the case, please don't judge him when he crunched the three or four crickets that had wandered near him. Yup, this was also another secret to NEVER tell anyone. Oh yeah, and don't judge him for the ants either. They shouldn't have crawled on him dammit!

Slowly, between eating insects, pissing his pants, and testing whether water was safe to drink or not, Naruto was not sure what day he was on after Day Ten. He had kind of lost count. Hell, he wondered how many weeks had passed. However, he could finally move his arms and legs. He tried to lean up and, though sore, succeeded.

"F-Finally, I hope I never see another insect for the rest of my life, dattebayo! Probably gonna have to avoid Shino too," the young genin said.

Naruto maneuvered his body so that he was sat comfortably with his folded legs.

"Now then, what...should I do? I don't know what's going on outside. I also don't know where anyone else is. Kakashi-sensei would say that I need some kind of plan. Well, I can do that! I hope," the blonde thought.

Taking a simple stick from one of the trees, Naruto began trying to map and plan as best he could. It made his head hurt, but there was no getting around it. This also was his only shelter.

"Let's see, if I'm here after that guy or whatever carried me, then maybe I was...there? If I was there then the village should be...this...way, I think. Argh, why me?!" Naruto exclaimed as he drew in the dirt with as much light as he could find. He definitely couldn't stay here. The falling acid was starting to eat away at his cover. There would really be no difference between him and some melted pork bones if he stayed.

"Alright, I'll rest the night here one more time, then I'll make my way out first thing in the morning. I hope everyone's alright," Naruto said before he noticed he was talking to himself. Oh god, he was going insane.

When the next day came, Naruto tested his body by raising one leg and then raising the other. He did this a couple of times and both seemed to work just fine. There was still some lingering stiffness and pain in them both, but nowhere near as unbearable as last week. He was at least sure he could make it back to Konoha with these and then find anyone else. Hopefully, he could meet up with Sakura or Kakashi. Hell, at this point he'd even take Sasuke of all people.

Anyway, what came next was Naruto's test of his arms. He waved them up and down while he flexed his fingers back and forth. He groaned as bones snapped and cracked against each other. His arms felt heavy and his fingers felt tense, but he could still move them.

"Yosh, let's try and get back to the village!" Naruto thought. Kami, he couldn't wait to go home, take a shower, and heat up a nice cup of ramen.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki decided to wait for a few hours to let the dusty wind settle down. He was already lost and he didn't feel the need to get more lost. While he waited, Naruto decided that he should practice some of that…forward-thinking stuff Kakashi always lectured him about. In the event that he got lost, then he would have to make plans to find another means of shelter. He doubted there would be another stack of logs for him to hide in.

So, Naruto spent the next three hours coming up with contingency plans. Once he figured he had enough of them, he rolled over and crawled out from beneath the logs that had been his home for the past week or so. Harsh winds blew against his face as he crawled, but he figured they weren't going to get much better than now.

Naruto stood to his feet and peered out into the world. When he did, his eyes widened. It was worse than even he had assumed. All of the trees had been toppled over and the leaves had died and withered away on the ground. There was nothing but a barren wasteland for miles covered by dust, dirt, and broken trees. There was just…nothing.

The young blonde shook his head and decided to scan his surroundings. As he had expected, he didn't know where he was. He couldn't see a sign of the village or any other living soul. Thankfully, he had planned for this. When he turned back to his 'home' he noticed that indeed the acid rain had been eating the bark. He couldn't stay here. If he did then he all but bet that he wouldn't have a shelter by tomorrow morning.

"Hmm, which way should I go?" he asked himself. What was the right or wrong answer here?

Oh well, perhaps he should just follow the map he made in the sand a few days ago. Either way, he could only pray that he had some good luck for once in his life. This would have been the perfect time for him to create some shadow clones and send them out to find the village, but he still felt the effects of chakra exhaustion. He doubted he'd be using jutsu any time soon.

"Oh well, I guess I'll go this way," Naruto said as he headed towards the east of his log home. He was already praying that he made the right choice.

The Kyuubi Jinchuuriki continued in his path. The dust and sand irritated his feet and he covered his eyes from the turbulent winds rushing against his face. The longer he walked, the longer he wondered if he was the only person left in existence. He spotted fallen kunai, broken corpses stripped of their skin and flesh, and torn shinobi attire representing the battle that had taken place about a week ago.

While Naruto journeyed in the direction he thought best, a sudden rumble thundered through the sky above him. He looked up at the smoke and dust-ridden dark yellow skies. Lightning pushed through each cloud and he knew what was coming. More acid rain would be falling. This time, there would be no fallen trees to protect him. He was also sure that he was too far away to run back to his shelter, not that he could even find it if he tried.

Fortunately, luck seemed to be with the young Uzumaki that day. As the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning rolled across the open sky, he could have sworn he saw something large in the distance. He didn't know what exactly since the dust was pushing against his face, but as he drew closer and closer his eyes grew wider and wider.

Before him, a massive wall made of great stone appeared in front of him. So tall was it that, from where he stood, it might have reached up to the very heavens if it could. As Naruto touched the wall, he gasped. Relief filled his mind and hope filled his heart. He recognized the wall as a part of the Konoha walls which guarded the village. While he wasn't inside the village yet, he had still managed to make it before the rain fell. With any luck, he could at least tell Sakura and Kakashi, and maybe even Sasuke, what had happened to him. Then they could tell him what the hell had happened during his time away.

With renewed vigor in his step, Naruto limped to the front gates of Konoha while he used the walls for support. He was still hurt after all. Yet, in all his joy perhaps Naruto should have wondered…why it was so quiet.

Whether for ten minutes or thirty, the young genin finally made it to the front of the village and what he saw made him shiver. The giant gates which guarded his home, one of them wore kunai and shuriken like a young child wears dirt from hours of playing. The other was torn off its hinges. Due to the wind, it made a loud, almost creepy and unsettling, creaking noise. It actually looked like…it would fall over if given enough time.

Bodies littered the ground as did an assortment of shinobi tools. The only way Naruto was able to identify anything was by the clothes which hung to the bones of their slowly being engulfed by the sand. Konoha shinobi, Suna shinobi, Oto shinobi, and even some others from other nations were there. Yet, what worried Naruto now was that there was not a single official monitoring the gate or even helping survivors.

There was just…no one. No one except him.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki moved through the corpses, shivering when he accidentally stepped on and snapped some brittle bones. He tried to move through them all carefully so as not to disrespect those who had fallen, but dare he say the only thing being disrespected were the dogs that didn't get to this free buffet of skeletons.

With trepidation, Naruto walked past the Gates of Konoha. When he stepped inside, he honestly wondered if being outside would have been preferable. Every time he tried to find some hint of optimism in his situation, it felt like some god or divine deity was making fun of him and crushing his naive, mortal thought processes.

Konoha, his home and the place where he dreamt of becoming Hokage, seemed as if the very essence of life had perished within it. Broken shops and stalls, cracked windows and fallen bottles littered the left side of the street. Men, women, and children, each killed in some horrific manner which made Naruto glad he wasn't there to witness their demise littered the right. It all almost made the young man drop to his knees.

"What…what happened?" Naruto thought to himself as he traversed what was once his home.

While the genin walked through the streets, he took notice of the way some houses seemed to have crashed down into others. It was almost like some crazy, natural disaster had struck the place while he was gone.

"Was it that rain stuff from before?" the last Uzumaki asked. Naruto remembered what it had done to some of the logs that had been his home last week. He supposed it wasn't impossible for that to happen to the rest of these structures.

Unfortunately, Naruto noticed that the wind seemed to pick up. It actually blew with such ferocity that he had a bit of trouble standing against it. Then he heard the hissing of the ground next to him. When he looked down, all he noticed was a smoking hole in the street. It was the size…of a drop of rain.

"Kuso! It's gonna start raining again!" He exclaimed to himself.

Naruto picked up his pace to get to his home faster, but he absently wondered what had become of his apartment if this was what happened to the rest of the village. As he ran, he desperately tried not to look at the bodies of people lining up the streets. He was sure he'd vomit otherwise.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki arrived at his apartment complex. He could tell by the open deck that he stood on as a child. The rain was beginning to come down a little harder and the ground began hissing and smoking just like the time he was trapped beneath those logs.

"He…hee…hee, made it. Ow!" he grimaced.

That said, his joy aside, Naruto found himself still anxious. Parts of his complex seemed destroyed. One tenant's bedroom crashed down into another's bathroom. A pile of bones laid in a corner and Naruto wished not to know how those came to be. Still, it looked like his part of the building was still standing for the moment.

As Naruto walked up the stairs, he shivered when he felt the metal stairs creak and lean to the side. It was almost as if to say that they couldn't support his weight and would topple down to the ground. Thankfully, they held and he made it to his floor. He then limped his way to his door.

As the Kyuubi jinchuuriki expected, he didn't have to worry about fishing out his keys. His door was busted down with more kunai and shuriken lined against its wooden frame. By the time he got through the door, the rain, thunder, and lightning were in full swing.

Naruto panted and fell to his knees. The young boy was exhausted. His body ached from his inflicted wounds. On top of his fallen door, he caught his breath for about two or three minutes. The sounds of turbulent weather outside his home constantly assaulted his ears.

When the Kyuubi jinchuuriki felt he had rested enough, he pulled himself to his feet with the help of his apartment wall. As he did so, his eyes stared out into the village. He hopelessly watched as more rain fell down, striking the barren ground and lifeless rooftops of former homes. Smoke expelled from the ground. It was melting once again just as Naruto feared.

"Sakura, Kakashi-sensei, Teme, I hope you guys are alright," Naruto thought.

The boy stretched his sore arms. The harsh winds from outside blew an eerie howl in front of his open doorway. Naruto feared the wind would blow the rain into his house. So, he picked the kunai and shuriken off his door and slowly proceeded to pick it up.

This wasn't an easy task, the genin knew his body hadn't fully healed yet. The door also wasn't very light. Nevertheless, it wasn't like he was as helpless as before. He trained for many hours of his life. He could lift a simple door!

It took some work, but Naruto finally got the door back in place. Of course, it didn't stay there perfectly. In fact, it didn't close the opening completely. The door had been blown off its hinges so he placed it sideways and hoped he could find some drapes to fill up the opening parts.

"Wait, that might work!" Naruto suddenly thought as he got a smile on his face.

He picked up some of the fallen kunai and grabbed the tablecloth that he used…for his table. He placed the cloth over the door and stabbed the ends into the wall with the kunai from earlier. It was shoddy work, and the blonde worried when he saw the wind blow against the cloth. However, the door and the cloth remained firm and showed no signs of failing.

Naruto exhaled tiredly before he surveyed his surroundings. Perhaps it was because he was thankful to get away from the outside, but he had not fully acknowledged his return until now. His house was in shambles. Couches and chairs were thrown everywhere. His refrigerator was open, all of the food inside it gone. Hell, his home looked like a tornado had blown right through it. Granted, Naruto wasn't the cleanest individual, but even he didn't think he was this bad.

Another sigh, Naruto walked into his apartment and flicked on the light switch.

Nothing. Was the blond expecting different? No, not really.

The young Uzumaki then walked over to his kitchen sink. He turned the knobs and, to his surprise, the sound of water graced his ears.

"Well, at least that works. Don't know for how long though," he thought.

At that moment, Naruto didn't care if faucet water counted as drinking water or not. All he knew was that he had water and he was thirsty. He dipped his head beneath the faucet mouth and drank the flowing water that he used to clean his dishes. It sure as hell wasn't the best tasting water, but it filled Naruto's throat all the same. At this point, this was the single greatest blessing he had all day.

With his thirst quenched, Naruto stared at his faucet. In a rare moment of forward-thinking, the blonde frowned. His water worked for now, but there was no guarantee it would work later. Hell, he couldn't even be sure it was going to work ten, thirty, or even fifty minutes from now. Plus, he had no food. Even all his precious ramen had been taken! If someone was alive, he was going to make them rue the day they touched Uzumaki Naruto's ramen!

That vow aside, Naruto looked in his cabinets and cupboards. Thankfully, the day before his duel with Neji during the Chunin Exams, he had gone shopping. Sure all of his food was gone, most likely raided during the Suna-Oto invasion of Konoha, but he still had a few gallons of jugs that housed some inconsequential things.

He grabbed the jugs and dumped the contents. They weren't water so he figured he wouldn't need them now. He cleaned them as thoroughly as he could so no lasting fluids remained. Once that was done, Naruto spent the better part of an hour filling up to thirty jugs with water from his faucet. He wished he could keep them cold, but the refrigerator was broken and the power was out. Lukewarm, it was then.

Once the thirty jugs were full, Naruto chuckled. He then organized the jugs of water into categories. Five jugs would go to bathing water. Another five would be drinking water. Another five would be for cooking water. The last three would be for whatever else he needed. Hopefully, that lasted him for a little while until he managed to find some help.

"Told you that D in Survival Training wasn't fair, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto mentally congratulated himself.

However, one the thought of Iruka entered his mind, the smile dropped from Naruto's face. Back when everything was normal, he would have hated seeing Iruka coming in the distance just to scold him. Now, he'd gladly let himself get pulled by the ear if it meant seeing the chunin who gave him his first headband again.

Unfortunately, Naruto couldn't dwell on those thoughts for long. He felt the harsh wind outside his windows and he realized that…he had no windows. They must've been blown off when the Giant Rock crashed into the earth. Now, they couldn't stop the rough winds and rain from blowing into his house.

"Just great," Naruto thought to himself.

The genin picked up his jugs of water and placed them in the cabinets below his sink. He walked through his apartment. Thankfully, it seemed like nothing else was damaged. Whoever ransacked his home, they were quick to take what they felt was important and left.

Naruto entered his bathroom and ripped off the shower curtains. No real use in keeping them up now, if all he had for water was in jugs.

He grabbed some more rusty kunai and shuriken. The boy stood before the open window frames in his living room/kitchen and blocked them with the shower curtains.

"There, that should hold for now," Naruto said to himself as he watched the curtains flutter in weird ways from the rushing winds. All he hoped was that the wind didn't blow the rain onto the curtains. Now, he couldn't be certain, but he was pretty sure his shower curtains weren't acid-proof.

Tired and hungry, Naruto made his way into his bedroom. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. So far, everything looked normal. Nothing appeared damaged. A few things fell over in the earthquake, but everything was still functional as far as he could see.

Naruto looked at his Tv. Okay, well…everything was functional that wasn't electronic.

After he assessed his room for any potential threats, Naruto walked back to his bathroom. He opened his medicine cabinet and, though he was no medic, he hoped he could at least clean some of his wounds and disinfect them. While he healed fast, he'd rather not get sick.

Naruto grabbed some disinfectant spray and some cotton swabs with medicinal alcohol. He then headed back to his room and took off his clothes. As a man, Naruto tried not to let the stinging sensation of the spray and alcohol bother him too much. He cleaned the wounds that he could find and wiped himself off with a towel that, luckily, he cleaned a few days ago.

The genin didn't know where he threw the towel after he was done. All he knew was that he fell asleep on his bed, the sounds of the rain and wind lulling him to sleep.

-x-

CRASH!

Naruto was startled awake by something loud. Worried, he slowly looked out the window and gasped when he saw one of the large buildings give way and fall over. He watched in shock as its melted wood sent it bashing into other buildings. A loud, resounding boom shook the ground as dust picked up over the area where the structure had fallen. Wood exploded everywhere as more rain continued to fall.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki swallowed the lump in his throat. If anyone was alive, he really hoped they weren't over there.

Hesitantly, Naruto fell back asleep for a few more hours. Those hours were blissful for him. At least he wasn't under a group of fallen trees anymore.

When the blond woke up, he noticed it had stopped raining. There was still the sound of harsh wind battering his apartment windows, but the acid rain must have stopped. Cautiously, Naruto slipped out of bed and walked over his apartment's back deck. He surveyed the damage to the roof and it looked like the acid rain hadn't melted through it…yet. At the very least, Naruto hoped that the apartment's rooftop would hold until he found someplace else to live.

With that address, Naruto now focused his mind on another task.

"I really need something to eat," He thought as he made his way back to the kitchen. He poured himself a few cups of water and downed them, hoping that the water would fill him up for now. Not the best breakfast he'd ever had, but the young man wasn't in the proper position to complain.

With his 'breakfast' finished, Naruto tested his body. He was still sore and he felt a little weak, but he wasn't helpless. Perhaps he could venture outside and look for supplies. It was better than doing nothing. If he could help it, Uzumaki Naruto was not about to feast on ants again!

Still, where would be a good place to start? Kakashi always told him he never thought anything through and that he ought to change that. Something, something builds maturity and all that. That said, Naruto already knew the danger of going outside so perhaps a little forethought wouldn't be so bad.

The young blond walked back into his bedroom and came back with a notepad and a pen.

"Okay, first things first, I guess I should find food. That's important. Maybe a map too, so I don't get lost. I used to know this whole place well when I pranked people, but I don't know what's changed around here. Maybe some cleaner water if I can find it. Lastly, help anyone in the village who's still alive," Naruto thought as he wrote down on his notepad.

It wasn't the most developed plan in the world, but it was good enough for Naruto at least.

So, with his notes jotted down, the Kyuubi jinchuuriki wore some heavy clothes and picked up his goggles. Never did he think he would put these on again after he graduated from the Academy. Unfortunately, he had to tie his headband someplace else since having both on his head at the same time was way too much. So he decided to tie it around his waist. That left his head free for his goggles.

Once his attire was sorted, Naruto grabbed three backpacks. He had carried that many before in his life and he figured he could do it now despite how weak he felt. He hoped he could make it to a convenience store. All the food there should still be packaged. He only hoped it hadn't gone bad from the week he'd been gone.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki also prepared weapons. Though he was sure no one from his own village would attack him, he did have some…reservations. Plus, he figured if anyone from the invading forces was still around then he could take them out as well, or at the very least defend himself.

"Yosh! Let's do this!" the young man said.

He pulled the shower curtains from his window and slipped outside. The wind and dust blasted in his face, but the goggles helped against them. He jumped on top of the roof and stared out into the desolate wasteland that had been his home. Uzumaki Naruto began his search.

-x-

Naruto groaned as the rough winds rebuffed his advances. The storms had grown more turbulent since he'd been asleep. He constantly wiped his goggles from the dust and dirt that clung to them. When he looked up at the sky, he couldn't even see the sun or moon. All around him was brown, acid filled skin with bolts of lightning mixed into the clouds.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki's mission for today was simple.

Find food, find a map, help survivors.

Those were his goals. He prayed he would not stray from them. He just hoped that he wasn't the only one who walked amongst the bones of the deceased. Each snap caused by Naruto's steps made his throat dry. He knew not if they were enemy, ally, or civilian, but he tried to tread carefully.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki didn't go too far from his home. If it started to rain then he could at least run back to his shelter. He decided to take the couple of buildings he saw still standing across from his apartment complex. With any luck, they wouldn't collapse on him.

Through the dusty winds, Naruto grabbed one of the door handles and twisted it. "Locked," he grumbled.

He decided to try his luck. He backed on the door. "Oi, anyone in there?!" He called out.

The blonde received nothing in reply. He looked left. He looked right. He saw no one coming or going. So he grabbed a kunai and broke the doorknob. The wind blasted the door open and Naruto stepped inside. The door made an ominous creak.

Once he was inside, Naruto grabbed a nearby coat rack. He closed the door and shoved the rack against the wall to keep the wind from opening it again. He then turned his attention back to the interior of the house.

Naruto wouldn't deny it. This house looked worse than his. Furniture had been tossed every other way. Broken picture frames and living ornaments were laid out across the floor. Curtains were thrown from one room to the next. For a time, Naruto wondered if this was the result of the storm outside or from the invasion.

Now that he thought about it, the Kyuubi jinchuuriki felt rather foolish. If anyone was still alive then they shouldn't be here. They should have all been evacuated during the invasion.

Naruto placed two of his backpacks near the door. He quickly headed into the kitchen. He decided to forgo the refrigerator. Right now, he needed things which could last without needing to be cold. So he opened the cabinets.

"Yes!" He smiled as he noticed them filled with cans of food. It didn't look very appetizing, but he'd take what he could get. Naruto stuffed the cans into one of his empty backpacks. His house was close by as well. He could probably hurry back to his apartment. He could drop them all off and set out again.

Naruto decided to do that. Over the next hour, he ran back and forth between his home and the houses near him. He collected canned food, bottles of water, chips, bread, and anything else he could find. Hell, he even took the towels and clothes from the homes where he could find them. If Naruto found a female survivor, he would just…not explain the details of how he came across a woman's unmentionables. Just the thought of him getting beaten to an inch of his life by Sakura made him shudder.

As a former scavenger, Naruto knew not what he needed, but he knew what he could take. HE took everything that he could find. He looked beneath the sinks and picked up cleaning supplies. He picked up eating utensils. The knives could easily be crafted into weapons if…he knew how to craft weapons.

On his next trip out, Naruto walked through a store. He looted the place of packed bentos, more water, food, chips, and anything else of convenience. Thankfully, the second part of his mission had been completed. He found a map of the general areas of Konoha. He would need that. He tore it off the wall and began marking most of the places he had been to.

When Naruto walked outside, he grunted as he covered his face. The winds had gotten stronger. They were so strong that piles of bones from the dead were being flung in his face. It pushed against him so hard that he fell on his back.

"Kuso! What's with the weather today?!" Naruto thought.

Somehow, Naruto made it back to his home. He pushed the door into its frame and tied the window curtains just as he had done last time. Sore and stiff, he fell to the floor of his living room. "M-Made it," he groaned.

Once he caught his breath, Naruto began the meticulous task of trying to sort and arrange all that he had looted. Guilt rushed through his body at the thought of what he stole from his fellow villagers, but…he'd write the apology once he survived.

"Okay, toilet paper and soap can go in the bathroom with the bathing water. I got some shampoo and all that funny stuff that perverted sage told me girls like in their hair. I have all the clothes I looted in my bedroom. I guess I'll need some boxes for those dattebayo," the Kyuubi jinchuuriki said aloud.

Naruto sorted all that he had even though he had no idea what some of the shit did. Some of the medicine pills he found in bathroom cabinets were written gibberish to him, but maybe someone else knew what good the shit did.

Soon night settled over his apartment. Thankfully, it was a rain-free night. Naruto filled his stomach with bags of chips and the occasional sweet bar that he found. Once he was full, washed himself off and climbed into bed.

The next morning, Naruto had breakfast. It was a shitty breakfast, but his stomach didn't care either way. He heard the odd sound of pots and pans scraping across the ground. He stared at the map he looted.

"Alright, I guess I have enough food, water, and stuff. Kakashi-sensei would probably tell me to only take what I needed. Still, I'll go mad if I stay in here all day," Naruto thought to himself as he threw some of his wrappers in the trash.

With that being the case, Naruto decided now was a good time. The goal of today wouldn't be looting. He'd look for anyone else who knew what the hell was going on!

"Yosh! Best way to cover the area is good old shadow clones!" he said.

Naruto pushed himself away from the table and crossed the tips of his fingers. "Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Technique)," Naruto called out.

Unfortunately, what the young genin was expecting he didn't get. Instead, what he got was a scream wracked with pain, torment, and agony. He fell to the floor and gripped his body so hard that he tore his white T-shirt.

His body felt like it was burning. It felt like hundreds of ants had burrowed into his skin and crawled through his being. He clenched his chest as his body seemed like it was being torn in two. For what seemed like hours, his body experienced the worst kind of agony he had ever felt in years.

Slowly, the pain subsided and Naruto breathed easy. What…what was that?

Once the pain was gone, the young man stood up. He looked at his hands. "I…I can't use jutsu?" He asked aloud.

Being the stubborn boy that he was, Uzumaki Naruto tried again. The pain returned. This time, it felt even worse than before. When Naruto felt it fade he nodded. Yup, no more casting jutsu for a little bit.

Though disheartened, Naruto placed his clothes on. Oh well, it looked like he was doing this the old-fashioned way. He left his house and entered the streets.

As Naruto walked, he made a point to get some better shoes. Walking in the dusty wind with open-toed sandals was not the most comfortable thing in the world. Nevertheless, he pressed on.

As he walked through the barren streets of Konoha, Naruto tried to keep the hope up that he might find someone. Even as he stared at the gruesome and macabre scene in front of him of bodies lying motionless in alleyways, he pressed on. Each person he expected, he prayed it wouldn't be the face of someone he knew.

With the hot wind on his face, Naruto held up his map as best he could. The wind wasn't helping.

Suddenly, the blonde heard a creak. He looked to his left and cursed as he saw another building crash down beneath its own weight. He jumped out of the way as it fell into another and brought that one down as well. The shattered remains of the structures littered the streets.

What…What was happening to his village, his home?

Naruto stared and stared, not knowing that his hands had been gripping the sides of his map intensely. He then looked down to the ground. For so long he had tried to push the thought away. It was the thought which kept him up at night. It was the thought that haunted the steps he walked and the places he looked.

What if…Uzumaki Naruto was the only one left in Konoha?

What if…Uzumaki Naruto was the only one left…in the entire world?

Okay, maybe that last one was a little extreme, but that was how he felt. Between the sound of his steps, the howling of the wind, and the fall of the rain, nothing else answered Naruto's ears. It was like...everyone just vanished off the face of the planet.

Naruto shook his head and exhaled. He didn't want to think about those things. Instead, he continued on his journey. He had left early in the morning, or what he assumed was morning, so he would have the time to explore. Well, explore until he found something dangerous.

Naruto walked through Konoha. The distant echoes of those times a week ago called out to him. How odd. For years, he had wished for the people to stop with the glares and the backtalk. Now, he would have gladly embraced it if it meant having people to even talk about him again.

Pretty soon, Naruto found himself walking down a familiar street. This was the road he took to Ichiraku Ramen. He didn't know what he would closer he got to the commercial district, the more debris he found. Clothes were covered in dust and dirt. Some were eaten through by acid rain.

More bodies littered the ground. Konoha, Suna, and Oto flak jackets covered in blood laid everywhere. Naruto even saw a few civilian clothes, both from adults and children, scattered across the ground. He tried not to think about it. He just kept walking, questions forming in his head.

Would his favorite restaurant still be standing?

Were Old Man Teuchi and his daughter Ayame still alive?

He received those answers and, to be honest, he wished he hadn't.

Naruto stared at Ichiraku Ramen, or where it should have been standing. A large pile of wood and debris laid where it once stood. It seemed most of it had been carried off by the wind. He could still make out the Ichiraku sign. It laid in broken tatters on the ground, sand slowly began to cover it. It was strange. It was almost as if the world was trying to say all that Naruto had loved…never existed in the first place.

A curse, Naruto tore through the broken wood of Ichiraku Ramen. This his body begged him not to, he pulled heavy wood and tore things apart. His muscles burned as he worked. His breath grew short from the mask that protected his face from the hot winds.

He worked.

And worked.

And worked.

There were no signs that Teuchi or Ayame were even alive. Naruto worked until his fingers bled from the sharp nails of the wood. All he was met with was a ground full of sand and dirt. The young genin clenched his fists. Tears threatened to fall down his face. He fell to his knees.

"Ayame-neechan, Teuchi-ojichan!" Naruto thought as he laid in the middle of the remains of the ramen shop.

Once he collected himself, Naruto decided to move on. He grabbed a pencil marked an X over the map.

Suddenly, Naruto heard something break nearby. He turned to the source of the noise. It came from inside one of the sturdier buildings.

"Hello?" Naruto called.

No answer.

Worried, but hopeful, the Kyuubi jinchuuriki walked over to the building. From the look of it, it was some type of…family-owned restaurant. The windows were smashed open and the door was knocked down.

Cautiously, Naruto grabbed a kunai from his leg pouch and held it. He then slowly stepped inside. His feet cracked the glass on the floor as he stepped over the fallen door.

As he stepped inside, he took account of the room. Tables laid everywhere, broken and unused. Table cloth littered the ground. He shivered when he saw some of it covered in blood. He also noticed a few bodies laying on the ground or leaning against the wall.

He also noticed what he assumed were the bodies of the owners. One was laid out over the table. The other was cut between the customer area and the kitchen area. He turned his head away. "HELLO?" Naruto called.

He still received no answer.

Was he going crazy from the isolation? It was quite possible.

Naruto checked for what he could, but he wanted to further investigate the noise. He would have left it alone, but he noticed spotted trails of dried blood running from the entrance of the restaurant to the back of the establishment.

He followed the trail. He stepped over the bodies and passed through the kitchen. As much as Naruto wished to raid the place, he'd most likely have to come back later. He hadn't planned on scavenging today so he brought only one backpack.

The young genin followed the trail of blood and noticed it led up a staircase. It was most likely the family's home after the business hours. Slowly, and cautiously, he walked up the stairs. The blonde gripped his kunai tight. His heart thumped. Sweat poured down from his brow. What if it was an enemy?

Naruto steadied his breaths. He continued up the flight of stairs. The trail of blood continued up. Once he made it to the top, he noticed how many destroyed things there were. Nevertheless, he kept his focus on the blood in front of him. It led into one of the bedrooms. Why would it lead there?

As Naruto stepped into the bedroom, he widened his eyes. He now realized what the source of the noise was. In a corner of the room, laid a passed-out woman. Her wounds were severe. Multiple cuts and bruises laid on her body. Her unkempt hair sprawled out against the torn bed sheets. Her clothes, destroyed and torn in numerous places barely held together.

Naruto blinked in wonder.

"It's Hinata's sensei! K-K-Kure…Kura…Kurenai-san!" he thought as he finally remembered her name.

Naruto hadn't met the jonin a lot. Hell, if he remembered correctly, he only saw her maybe two times. He saw her once when she came to pick up her team at the academy, and he saw her during the preliminary round after the Forest of Death. It was when she convinced him to take that medicine Hinata gave him.

Kurenai looked bad. Like, she looked really bad. Naruto wondered how she was even alive at this point. Her quivering lips and irregular pants made him nervous. She looked borderline dead. It was as if she barely held on to the flickering flames of her life.

Naruto pulled down his mask. "Kurenai-san?" he slowly called out.

She didn't answer him. He took a step closer. Though she was an ally from his village and he was overjoyed to see her, he didn't want to startle her. This woman in front of him was an elite kunoichi. She could do away with him pretty easily if he wasn't careful.

The Kyuubi jinchuuriki reached for her arm. As soon as he touched it, the young boy became thankful that the female jonin was delirious. Had she not been the kunai in her hands would have swiped into his head instead of across his hair. Her movement was so fast he thought a white light blew past his eyes.

Nartuto gasped and stumbled. Kurenai panted and swung her kunai back and forth. Her hair covered her eyes, but the lone Uzumaki could see the sweat pouring down the side of her face. Her eyes were unfocused, her body twitched sporadically, and her swings were unrefined.

"Oi, Kurenai-san, it's me Naruto! Let me help you. We don't have time for this dattebayo!" he exclaimed.

Unfortunately, the jonin didn't stop swinging her arms. Naruto saw the blood seep down from her wounds. If she didn't stop soon, he would wonder if he could even save her. However, his chance would come soon.

Slowly, Kurenai stopped swinging the kunai. Her energy drained, she fell forward across the floor. The kunai rolled out of her hands. When Naruto checked on her, he stilled. Hinata's sensei had fallen unconscious. He touched her forehead.

"Her head's hot. She must be really sick. I've got to her out of here," Naruto thought.

A boom of thunder and crash of lightning startled the blonde when he finished his thought. He looked outside and the sky darkened. Fuck, he had to get back home. It looked like it was going to rain again. He didn't know how much time he had left. Back home he had at least some form of medicine from the cabinets he had looted. If she stayed here, although Naruto wasn't a doctor, he felt she would die.

He ran out of the room and found an old T-shirt. He ripped it up and slowly tied it around Kurenai's mouth. He then ran into the bathrooms of the building. He didn't have time to read, he just stuffed medicine containers, bandage wraps, medicinal alcohol, and anything else he could find. He'd have to come back for the food later if he needed it. That said, considering he was about to have another mouth to feed, it seemed very likely.

Once that was done, Naruto placed his goggles over Kurenai's eyes. He had to admit, she did look kind of funny with them on. He then pulled up his face mask, and tightened the hood of his jacket. The winds got stronger. The sky grew darker. It wouldn't be long now.

Naruto securely picked up Kurenai and placed her on his back. He groaned. Dammit, how long was it going to take for him to fully heal?! Plus, he wouldn't say this outloud ever, but…Hinata's sensei was kinda heavy.

He also tried not to think about how soft she felt in his hands. He definitely tried not to think about certain…things against his back.

"Dammit, Ero-sennin! Now, I'm gonna become like you!" Naruto groaned.

Unpleasant, but slightly adultish thoughts aside, Naruto slowly made his way downstairs with Kurenai on his back. He adjusted his grip on her legs. He heard the way her breathing hitched. There was no time to lose.

Once Naruto made it back into the kitchen area, he beelined it for the front of the restaurant. As soon as he stepped outside, his knees buckled. Gusts filled with the destruction of the village blew in his face. Thunder roared across the sky and, in the distance, he could make out swirling tornadoes in the distance of the village. At least three of them raged side by side.

The storm grew stronger.

"Don't worry, Kurenai-san! I'll get us to safety!" Naruto said as he trudged through the storm threatening to break Konoha apart.

He shivered as a flash of lightning ran across the sky. The ground began to sizzle. A drop of acid rain just barely missed his face. Though his legs burned, and his body stung, Naruto started to run. He held Kurenai as securely as he could while he kicked up dust.

By the time, Naruto got back to his apartment, he was sweating profusely. He almost dropped Kurenai a couple of times, but he bore the pain in his body and pushed on. His efforts were rewarded and he fell beneath the roof of his apartment complex. He observed his clothes. Some of them had been burned. Some of the protective covering he used for Kurenai was also eaten through. Thankfully, he did make it before he heard the familiar sound of heavy rainfall. The ground was covered in white smoke from the drops that fell from the sky.

"Alright, easy! We're almost there dattebayo!" Naruto encouraged. He picked up the older woman and trudged up the stairs. He was worried when he heard the metal creak and shake. He'd definitely have to find another way to get up here if these ever gave way. This was getting unsafe.

Naruto pushed himself and Kurenai past the open door and, in triumph, he chuckled as he made it inside.

"W-W-Well, Kurenai-san, welcome to the abode of Uzumaki Naruto!" The Kyuubi jinchuuriki said.

He heard the jonin violently cough behind him. He quickly took her to his room and placed her on his bed. As much as he wanted to relax, he knew he couldn't. Instead, Naruto took a deep breath and exhaled. He stared at Kurenai's body and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. PLEASE!" He prayed, pleaded, begged to whatever gods there were still watching over this dying world. Please don't let him suffer for what he was about to do. He actually thanked Kami that Sakura wasn't with him, or any other woman for that matter. Forget the apocalypse going on outside, he would have died in the safety of his own home.

With resolve and determination in his heart, Naruto nodded. First, he took off Kurenai's shoes. He dropped them to the floor. He then leaned her up and got the jonin out of her clothes. He didn't know what this material was since it looked like some type of white bandage, but it was easily enough to slip her out of it without disturbing her too much.

The young man threw her shirt to the floor and then, breathing easier, worked her out of her red mesh armor blouse. Despite the numerous scars, stabs, and cuts seeping blood from her wounds, her fair skin excited him. She was very beautiful. She was much more beautiful than those models in those magazines he used for his Sexy Jutsu.

When he took off her mesh armor, his eyes lingered on her female undergarments. He swallowed again. Her body was so much different from Sakura's. Sakura was a girl, but this was a woman. A true woman laid on his bed.

"KUSO! Focus Naruto! Her life is depending on you!" he said.

He held Kurenai up and unclasped her bra. His reasoning was that he might as well look all of her over for injuries. If she ever found out then he'd make sure to prostrate himself and utter every apology he could think of. Naturally, knowing his luck, she would find out eventually.

Naruto tried very hard not to stare at Kurenai's exposed body. As one might expect of an experienced kunoichi, she was very fit. She was also very beautiful. Her body was very lean and toned. That way her breasts jiggled captivated his eyes. He felt…drawn to her tips.

A rough cough broke Naruto's trance. He cursed himself and then proceeded with the rest. He pulled down Kurenai's pants which left only her lower please concealed by her underwear.

"M-Maybe I'll leave those on. I've given her enough reason to kill me. Can't pile on top of that, dattebayo," he thought.

Naruto then quickly made some cold water with some of the bathing jugs he sorted. It took a while, but he finally returned and dunked a rag in the water. He then pressed the rag on Kurenai's forehead. She coughed again. A trail of blood slipped out of her mouth.

Next, Naruto cleaned her wounds. He couldn't believe how fast she was losing blood. He had gone through about two or three rags while he wiped her body down. Please don't criticize him too much if his hands roamed over certain. . .places for too long. Just allow him the excuse of thoroughness.

Once Kurenai's wounds were cleaned, Naruto grabbed some alcohol and poured it on the rag. He shivered as he heard the violent winds and crashing rain outside. With no electricity, he had to settle for doing this medical work with the help of a candle. It didn't provide much light, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

"Ummm, so I cleaned her wounds. Now, medicine?" Naruto thought.

Naruto grabbed all the medicine that he had and placed it in front of him.

Now came the hard part. He knew fuck all about medicine. He had rarely gotten sick himself. He never knew why. That said, he did read some of the prescriptions. Ugh, why did there have to be so many different types of medicine? Why did they all have to have so many words?!

"Ummm, she's been coughing and she has a fever. I guess one of these might be good. This is…non-drowsy, the other's drowsy. U-Ummm, this works for 12 hours. This one for 24 hours. There's one for day. There's one for night?! Cherry-flavored medicine?!"

Naruto puzzled over what he had before he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay, I probably shouldn't give her a pill. She could choke. So liquid it is," He said as he held up one of the medicines.

"Hmm, good for 24 hours. Good for high fever and sickness. Helps strengthen chakra veins. Take with full…stomach. Oh," Naruto stared at the bottle. He stared at Kurenai's lips. He stared back at the bottle.

1000 ways to die, Uzumaki Naruto. Pick one.

Naruto walked into his kitchen and grabbed two slices of bread. He chewed on them both thoroughly. He tried to excuse all the reasons that this was NOT a good idea, but he couldn't come up with one in time before he stood by Kurenai on his bed.

"Please, don't kill me for this!" he said as he stood over Kurenai and placed his mouth over her. He pushed the food into her mouth and helped her slowly swallow it. Well, at least this time he was kissing a girl and not, ugh, Sasuke. To be honest, he couldn't even say he enjoyed this one. The taste of blood was on the jonin's mouth. Granted, it wasn't her fault, but it was an observation.

Once that was done, Naruto slowly pulled back. Kurenai muttered something, but Naruto couldn't tell what. He waited for about five minutes to ten minutes then administered the medicine. He had no idea why it looked red, but he wasn't a doctor. He didn't decide what color medicine got to be.

Kurenai drank all her medicine and her violent coughing slowly eased. Naruto then quickly got her dressed in some female pajamas that he looted from one of the other homes. Kurenai wouldn't be winning any fashion contests, but at least she was covered. He really wished he could get her an ice pack, but what good was that if it melted immediately?

Naruto picked up Kurenai's old clothes. He folded them neatly and placed them in a chair. He left the bedroom to allow Team Eight's sensei her rest. He made his way into the living room. The storm had made his apartment dark once again. He lit a match and candle for light. When he placed it on his table, he had a brief lunch of canned soup and tasty crackers. He looked at the medicine bottle and his mouth thinned.

"Every four hours. Great…," He thought solemnly as he ate his food. He placed the medicine in his pocket. Hmmm, his clothes reeked. He'd have to wash them somehow.

Naruto gasped as a boom of thunder rolled across the sky with such force that it shook the walls of his apartment. The rainfall outside turned into a damn downpour. Naruto watched outside as the ground hissed and sizzled. He actually wondered…would the ground beneath his apartment collapse?

The thought made Naruto shiver. He would have to find some other place to live. Did he even have some other place to live? What if Kurenai didn't get better? He couldn't abandon her now that he had found her, but…where else would he go?

A sigh, the blonde took out his map. He marked the restaurant where he found Kurenai as 'Food.' Now, he needed to look through the rest of the village. That also made him wonder. What would happen if…Konoha ran out of living spaces? Would he have to leave the village? Where would he go?

Naruto placed his head in his hands and sighed.

"What am I supposed to do?" the young genin questioned. He felt really out of his league at the moment.

As Naruto picked up his dishes and used some dishwater to clean them, his eyes noticed something on his floor. It was an old journal with a pen attached to it. He picked it up and dusted it off. He probably looted this from one of the convenience stores across the street.

The young man stared at the journal for a time and before long he found himself at his table. He listened to the harsh weather outside his apartment. His eyes were tired and heavy. His body was so sore. He picked up the pen and opened the empty journal.

"Naruto's Log, Day 1…,"

KG: Well, I hope you enjoyed the start of this fanfiction. Now, onto some other things. No, I technically didn't leave fanfiction. I probably never will. I love writing Naruto fanfiction. It's one of my favorite hobbies. Unfortunately, these past couple of years have been trying on everyone. I've been extremely busy, busier than even I thought I would be. Additionally, I've been working on my novel so that one day might come where I don't have to work some 8-4, 9-5 hour job. Then I can work on my novel and still write fanfiction. Unfortunately, such a day is still being worked on.

KG: I find spacing these topics helps my thoughts. Anyway, I'm glad some of you sent me PMs about if I was fine and I am. Again, aside from death, I doubt I'd ever leave Fanfiction. It's too fun here. That said, I can't promise consistency. I can only promise you that I'll keep writing. If you wish to be more active with me then I'm almost always on my Discord channel which can be found on my profile. No, this isn't a promotion lol. It's just a place where, if you do need to contact me then you can to stay up to date. I thank you all for caring and reading.

KG: Now, then onto the story. I'll keep it brief before people start telling me who they want. I have a group selected already. Aside from that group, consider every single last Konoha civilian and shinobi dead. Yes, even Jiraiya. The only person who won't be dead is Sasuke who won't be a part of Naruto's group. Hell, the two aren't going to know the other is alive for MANY years. Anyway, that's all for now. Stay safe, protect what's important to you, and CREAM SODA!