Hello my faithful follower-people who still actually read this story! I'm all glad that you really like this story, as it was my first one on fanfiction. Thus, I have decided to totally beta it, making it better (and less confusing in some parts, I believe). I do hope you enjoy this re-vamp, because I remember when I wrote this and all the love I had for it…Eww. I sounded so mushy there. xP
Anyways, I had been meaning to beta this myself for a while, but then I got this review from what-the-hell (I enjoy the username, and the review itself, really) and decided that I should do it now instead of later.
Onwards with the first re-vamped!
Both were panting heavily, their chakra levels low. They were glaring at each other, both remembering what had happened years ago. Once again, the two rivals-if not best friends- were at the Valley Of The End, and this time, there would be no holding back.
"You can still come back, Sasuke," Naruto told him again, trying to convince the Avenger before it was too late. "I'd give you leniency, and you'd be able to do missions again after a few years. You'd be able to restore the Uchiha Clan, too. Itachi's dead already."
"Usuratonkachi, do you honestly believe that after seven years I would come back? Konoha is my new target; as soon as I kill you, I will destroy everything within and watch those you hold dear die." A cruel smile appeared on the once Konoha-nin as the blood leaked out of his eyes like tears.
Naruto growled; though they were just attacked by the Akatsuki not long ago, they had survived, albeit major destruction to the village and to the Konoha shinobi. There were deaths that had affected them all, such as the death of the Godaime Hokage, Senju Tsunade, Hatake Kakashi and Haruno Sakura. Everyone had been depressed over their deaths, especially Naruto, who lost the remainder of his team, his family. But despite his pain, he had faced it head on.
The citizens of Konoha were deeply affected by the death of their Hokage. Their auras were that of depression and they were giving up hope in a way that it could be considered- as phrased by the Hyuuga Neji from years ago- "succumbing to their fates." Now, Naruto would not have that; he wouldn't let his village give up. Sure, they were hit pretty hard by the attack from the Akatsuki and Uchiha Madara, but that didn't mean they had to give up; it just wouldn't do.
On an overcast day a week after the attack of the Akatsuki, the new Hokage was to be presented to the citizens of Konoha. At the time of the ceremony, the villagers were confused. Why were they here if they didn't have a Hokage to lead the ceremony? Who was actually strong enough to lead them? Their confusion soon turned to shock though as they saw a yellow flash appear before them. Murmurs spread around the congregated group of Konoha citizens as a yellow flash went around the villagers and shinobi.
The yellow flash finally stopped on the stage where the Hokage would normally be. Upon further inspection, he was wearing the normal Jounin attire: a Jounin vest with standard ANBU black pants with white tape around his ankles and wore a simple black, long sleeve shirt. There were a few things that really shocked the assembled crowd; he was wearing a white, sleeveless trench-coat that went to his ankles that red flames travelling from the bottom upwards to his knees. While this had thoroughly stunned the crowd, it was merely the tip of the iceberg; the part that had shocked the shinobi and villagers were his features: sun-kissed blond hair, bright, deep azure eyes and three whisker marks on each side of his face.
He smiled to the crowd in front of him, a smile that was reassuring, kind friendly, filled with determination, something the people of Konoha needed.
"People of Konoha, listen to me," Naruto called out to the crowd. "Right now, we are in a time of sadness and grief. There are many of us who have lost those close and dear to us. I, too, have lost my Sensei, my teammate, and my baa-chan." At this, the villagers chuckled sadly, knowing that he was referring to the late Godaime Hokage. "But, because we lost them, shouldn't we live for them instead of grieving?" Naruto had the attention of all the villagers, his voice entrancing to those who listened.
"Of course we grieve for the loss of them, but we shouldn't let that dampen our spirits. We must overcome what has happened, and prove that just because we have been attacked, it does not mean we are weak. We are strong, and we will overcome those that try to bring us down." There were cheers, and Naruto grinned, his smile becoming bigger.
"We are Konoha! We fight for those we love, and never back down to the enemy! That's our Will Of Fire!" The cheers were now loud, and the attitude of the village had made a complete 180.
"I, Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto, swear upon my title of Rokudaime that we will prosper, and I will do the best I can to make sure we rise once again!" There was shock upon the faces of the villagers and shinobi. The Yondaime had a legacy? The shock wore off though, and the cheers grew as the citizens of Konohagakure looked upon their new Hokage, their hearts beginning to heal.
Naruto snorted and shook his head at Sasuke. "Like hell I'd let you do that, teme!" Naruto retorted, glaring at him with a fire of determination in his eyes.
Sasuke smirked. "Watch me."
He came rushing at Naruto, his fingers quickly going through the seals for his best known jutsu. Naruto responded in turn, and started creating his rasengan.
The two ran at each other, their best techniques in hand, as they had so many years ago. The two pairs of eyes locked together as they met, each shouting their prized techniques.
And as the two jutsus clashed, each felt theirs connect to the other's chest and a blinding, white light appeared. It engulfed the two rivals, soon engulfing the whole valley.
There was excitement all around; Namikaze Minato, Konoha's Kiiroi Senko, had just become the Yondaime Hokage of Konohagakure. All the villagers, shinobi included, were celebrating this joyous occasion; all were congratulating the Yondaime, telling him things they normally wouldn't say, possibly because they were drunk.
Now, said person the citizens of Konoha were cheering about was getting bombarded. He took it as best as he could, which was considerably well considering he was the Kiiroi Senko. Though he was modest while talking about himself, they all wanted to shake his hand or get pictures with him. At the moment though, all Namikaze Minato wanted to do was spend time with his girlfriend, Uzumaki Kushina. Unfortunately, both knew that this was just not going to happen until much later in the day, if not the night.
So, when there was a sudden flash of blinding white light, it was rather unexpected. All of those who were present in the main square ceased their actions, waiting to find out what had happened.
As the light dimmed down, there were gasps at the sight before them. There was a boy of about thirteen-fourteen years, dressed as a normal jounin, though his clothes were tattered as if he had been in an intense battle. But there were a few things that weren't normal, such as the gaping hole in the middle of his chest, which was bleeding profusely. There was also the fact that said boy looked exactly like the Yondaime, albeit three whisker marks on each side of his face and the obviously bleeding hole in his chest.
The boy observed his surroundings as if trying to make sure he wouldn't get attacked. Nobody moved as he looked around, as if trying to reassure himself of what he was seeing.
And then he collapsed.
Well, there's the first rewritten chapter. Review please!