Good evening, my fellow readers. I bet you're probably thinking to yourself, 'But you said that Neo-Sannin was being discontinued!'

Well, guess what? I've decided to reboot it for a whole new audience and rewrite just about everything. Let's start with a preface about what's changed and what's not been changed.

First off, what has been changed: Naruto will not be having the bloodline he had in the original story. In fact, he won't be getting a bloodline, period. He's going to get every ounce of his power through hard work and the sweat of his brow. "Kamigan," as a concept, was deeply…how should I put this…retarded? Yes, retarded works. I basically made half-assed excuses of why it was so powerful without really thinking about it. So, to rectify that mistake, I decided to just get rid of it as it served no purpose other than to make Naruto insanely powerful for no apparent reason at all. The most obvious change to the story is the new title.

I thank a man named DarkHeroOrion for helping me coming up with it and the reason this story is being revived. You can thank him by reading some of his works. Oh, and before I forget, Naruto will NOT have animosity toward his father. That was just a plot device, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Also, before I forget, the Yondaime's name is now Minato again. The name grew on me over time, so I can't help it.

What hasn't been changed: Naruto will still get the Dragon contract. However, it's been vastly improved from the original story. Sakura and Sasuke's summons are still the exact same and I refuse to tell what they are until the time is right. You should, however, figure it out if you read between the lines in the story. Naruto and Sasuke will be BEST friends. Like the real brothers they were supposed to be in canon. So, if you're looking for a "bash that evil, bastard, jutsu-stealing, Sharingan whoring, arrogant asshole" fic, leave. Like, now. Seriously, that shit is old, trite, and simply childish. Yes, Sasuke is, for the most part, a lot of the things fan fics make him out to be. But, that being said, you guys tend to go overboard. Sasugay? Really? REALLY? It's the same with Sakura, too. She's not going to get bashed into oblivion. She'll be quite the opposite, actually. She'll be smart, loyal, calm, collected, and not a fan girl.

Full Summary: Three people meet under the oddest of circumstances during one troubled night: a loudmouthed troublemaker, a lost voice within his clan, and a young civilian from a broken home. They never knew that their impromptu gathering would bring a revolution to the shinobi world. This is their story.

Disclaimer: Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and all related companies. I claim no ownership of anything except my original characters.

(Konohagakure, 1800 hours)

It was autumn in Konohagakure (The Village Hidden among the Leaves), and the village itself was feeling a faux peace after the attack seven years ago. Sure, to the untrained eye, it looked peaceful, but that was simply not the case. You see, seven years ago, the village was mysteriously attacked on the tenth of October, by the Kyuubi no Youko (Nine-Tailed Demon Fox). It was a truly fearsome creature, decimating Konoha's shinobi in seconds as if they were just chew toys.

The Fox seemed unstoppable until the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, stood up to face the seemingly invincible foe. However, as strong as the Yondaime was, even he was not a match for the beast, itself. So, he took the next best action: he sealed it into a small boy. That boy was his own son, Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze. Minato wanted the villagers to see Naruto as a living martyr; a person whose sacrifice kept the Kyuubi at bay and allowed them all to live.

The villagers, still suffering from the psychological trauma of the attack, chose to ignore the request. While some did hate the boy, they weren't stupid enough to try and attack him or even call him names. They used what psychologists called subtle cruelty. They didn't openly say they didn't like the boy, but their actions spoke a hell of a lot louder than anything they could say.

Naruto wasn't stupid; far from it, in fact. He knew damn well what the civilian population of Konoha thought of him. So far, he still hasn't deduced a reason yet. Until then, he'd settle on pulling pranks and making a name for himself. Too bad he always got caught…like now.

"Damn it! Naruto, I'm going to make you suffer for this!" Iruka said, chasing the young boy who was laughing hysterically. Iruka was a Chuunin at the Konoha Ninja Academy in his mid-twenties, of average height, brown hair that tied into a spiky bun and a scar on his cheek. He was the only who actually, deep down, liked Naruto. The other teachers only tolerated his presence for long as they absolutely needed to. Iruka frowned at this, but said nothing most of the time.

"You're going to have to catch me, Iruka-sensei!" Naruto yelled back, laughing as he jumped from building to building. Iruka smirked and made a detour, adjacent of Naruto's position. Naruto looked back and smiled. He finally lost him.

"Ha! I knew he couldn't catch me," Naruto said with a grin as he landed on a branch to relax.

"You're good, Naruto, but not that good," a voice said from behind. Naruto's grin turned to a mock frown. He turned around and gave Iruka a nervous glance. He was giving a stern, but caring look to the young jinchuuriki. Iruka dropped down to sit with Naruto on the branch he was on.

"Naruto," he began in a scolding tone, "you've got to stop pulling all these pranks. It's only giving you negative press." Naruto scowled, which Iruka flinched at. Before, Naruto just 'listened' to his lectures and simply nodded in understanding. This was the first time he gave an indication that he disagreed heavily with what he said.

"Tell me, Iruka-sensei. If you were a social outcast where everyone hated you for a reason even you, yourself, did not, wouldn't you try to do anything to get attention? Tell me that!" Naruto yelled unintentionally. Iruka balked at his tone of voice and gave him a solemn expression in return.

Naruto looked smug. "Exactly. You can't. So don't try and act like you know what I'm going through, because you don't," he replied bitterly as he jumped from the tree to the ground.

Iruka looked on and finally found his voice, shouting, "Hey! Naruto, where are you going?"

Naruto didn't even turn around to look at him. He just kept walking on down the silent streets of Konoha. "A place where I can think in peace," he simply stated.

Iruka frowned and was tempted to follow him. 'No, what am I thinking? That's likely not such a good idea in the first place. He'll come around tomorrow…I hope.' The Dolphin sighed again as he took a last look at Naruto's retreating form and then vanished in a swirl of leaves.

Naruto continued walking on, his destination even unknown to himself. Little did he know that that destination would cause ripple effects that would change shinobi history forever.

(Near the same time)

Sleep didn't come easily for Sasuke Uchiha, youngest of the Uchiha clan. It wasn't exactly surprising considering the events that happened just a few hours ago. After all it wasn't every day that a kid who tried his best learned that his father was not only disappointed in him, but wanted little to do with his son.

In a way, it really wasn't all that surprising to the young Uchiha. It explained much about why Fugaku, his father, ignored him unless absolutely necessary, to favor his prodigious older brother, Itachi. At least he knew the truth, and for that, Sasuke was happy…grateful, even. That described his "mood," but not exactly his state-of-mind. No, to describe that, you'd have to look up the words "pissed" in a dictionary and in a thesaurus for all its related synonyms.

He looked out from his bed to look at the alarm clock. It wasn't being blocked by the sun as it was almost night time, but he could clearly see it was seven, which made him grunt. The more Sasuke thought about it, the more agitated he became. Not at Itachi, no. Hell, not even at his father. He was mostly angry at himself for being so weak. Then, in his mind, his father wouldn't be as angry and disappointed with him.

Sasuke sat up and punched the wall with the side of a balled up right fist in anger. You know the worst part of it all? They knew. They fucking knew! The clan as a whole knew the whole time that his father had little interest in him. Yet, they kept feeding him lies saying that his brother was growing up and Fugaku needed to help him become a man.

'It's all a lie!' Sasuke screamed in thought. He now knew the truth. All Fugaku wanted to do was train Itachi so that he could one day be Hokage and the Uchiha could "dominate" the village.

'Not everything is all about power!' Sasuke thought angrily, knowing no idea how ironic his thoughts were. Regardless of that little tidbit of information, his father still treated him like trash. As if he were nothing compared to his brother. Granted, that was true in shinobi terms, but he deserved some attention, too!

"I need some training to do just to let off some steam," the young Uchiha said to himself turning to get out of bed. He made up his bed knowing full well it would get messy again when he came back. Looking in his dresser, he found his trademark shorts and, with a bit of effort, put them on. Sasuke already had on a shirt, so all he needed to do was find his sandals.

Sasuke looked under his bed and frowned when he didn't find him. He grunted, irritated yet again.

"Mom," he called out, "have you seen my sandals anywhere?" There was no answer for a few seconds until…

"Yeah, they're in the kitchen by the fridge!" Mikoto called back, going back to washing the dishes from dinner. Sasuke mentally slapped himself. Off course his sandals wouldn't be by his room. He always left them in the kitchen.

"Guess today is not my day," Sasuke said to himself, heading toward the kitchen. He ran past his father's study who was, of course, talking to Itachi. Sasuke just rolled his eyes and kept going.

Mikoto turned around suddenly at Sasuke's entrance and her hands were dripping wet from dealing with dish detergent and soapy water.

"Where are you headed off to all of a sudden?" she asked curiously. Sasuke just shrugged as he put on both pairs.

"I honestly have no clue, but I need to go somewhere to clear my head, okay?" Sasuke responded taking a pack of shuriken and kunai from their racks.

Mikoto frowned at her son's choice of words and tone of voice. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"No, mom," he declared with finality, hopefully brooking no argument on the matter. He left out the door without another word. Mikoto sighed again and turned off the kitchen faucet. She'd do the rest later. Right now, she just needed to think.

Sasuke sped off through the village, hoping to go somewhere that he could get some peace from all the pressures he had to deal with.

"Man, I hope I'll feel better after tonight," Sasuke uttered rather sadly. Sasuke would have no idea on what was going to happen to him…

(Haruno Residence, 1830 hours)

Sakura Haruno wasn't what you would call the average girl. She was intelligent, nice, thoughtful and, most of all, beautiful in her own way. Sure, many picked on her because she had a huge forehead, but even the most cynical person couldn't deny that the girl was pretty for her age. Throughout the day, she talked with many girls, smiled, and played just like any other normal girl. That was what they all thought. They didn't know the truth, however. What did Sakura have to hide when she was just a normal girl, after all? That fallacy couldn't be farther from the reality.

There was a huge banging on Sakura's door as she subconsciously cowered in fear on her bed, using the sheets as if they'll somehow protect her.

"Oh, Sakura, why don't you open the door for your father, why don't ya?" A sly voice said on the other side that sent chills down her spine. Still, however, she refused silently. In truth, the man on the other side of the door wasn't her real father, but he had been part of the family since as long as she could remember and most figured she might as well called him dad. Sakura would have none of that cause he-

"I said open this goddamned door!" he yelled in anger, trying to literally bust down the lock. With each and every slam, Sakura got more and more terrified.

"Tetsuya, leave me alone!" Sakura shouted, finally getting the courage to speak. She developed a lump in her throat as the words left her mouth, fearful of the consequences.

She waited….and waited. Nothing came. Not a sound…not a bash on the door…nothing. Sakura sniffed, and dried her tears with her right arm. 'Thank Kami,' she thought, thankful that Tetsuya had decided to leave her alone. Her joy was cut short when her door was slammed open and hit the wall so hard that it left a dent in the back wall about three inches deep. Tetsuya looked at her with a mixture of both anger and a slight look of when a predator caught sight of its prey.

Tetsuya was tall at about six feet, two inches, had short wavy hair, a muscular build and had a nicely trimmed beard to complement his naturally black eyes. On the outside, people knew Tetsuya as a normal man with high goals in life. He was a successful ninja whose career got cut short due to an injury to his legs. Even though it healed eventually, he had no desire to go back to a profession that almost killed him. Unknown to many of the populace, he was respected by those who did know him.

What they didn't know was that Tetsuya had a certain…taste, for women. Particularly, these women weren't really "women" at all—they barely qualified as girls! Yes, Tetsuya had a secret that he planned to take with him to the grave. He had a taste and attraction to young females, particularly those under the age of eleven. He knew he was sick, but he honestly didn't care. It turned him on and he was going to live out each and every one of his fantasies. Right now, the sight of Sakura trembling in fear at the sight of his mere presence turned Tetsuya on in ways that no psychologist or psychiatrist could explain.

He took a slow step toward her. "Mmm…You've been very…naughty, Sakura-chan," he jeered with an evil glint in his eyes. Tears once again started to form in her eyes as she tried to say something, but her primal fear took over and she was shaken to the core. The way he said her name and the added honorific sickened her. She may have been young, but even she could tell what this man…no monster…was doing wasn't just wrong. It was flat out disgusting!

"For being so…naughty…Sakura-chan…I may have to punish you to keep you in line," he purred, smirking as Sakura's eyes widened and she shook her head rapidly in defiance. This only made Tetsuya smile even bigger, if such an act was possible.

"Pl-Please….do-don't," Sakura stuttered out through tears. What she got in response was a backhand that sent her flying off her bed and on the floor. On the way, she hit the lamp on the dresser, causing it to fall down with her. The lamp inside shattered, causing the room to darken a bit, but thankfully, none of the glass hit Sakura. That was the last thing on her mind at the moment as she looked up at Tetsuya's apathetic eyes.

"Shut up! What did I tell you about back-sassing me?" he roared in fury as he forced the pink haired girl to stand up. Sakura didn't even bother trying to get free. It was hopeless as he was far stronger than she ever would be. She looked him with a pleading look. Tetsuya gently sat her on her bed, which surprised the hell out of the girl. He rubbed her soothingly, but Sakura could tell he was getting off in a sick twisted way from touching her.

"There, there, I won't punish you," he said in an obviously faked caring tone. "In fact, I want to make you feel better…isn't that right?" he asked in a low moan as he ran his hands over her practically non-existent (understandable, due to her age) breasts. Sakura swallowed hard and bit her lip to avoid from bursting into tears right then and there.

Tetsuya lifted Sakura's shirt and gently rubbed her stomach, which sent shivers down her spine. Not from pleasure…no, far from it, in fact. It was because it was extremely uncomfortable. He used both his hands to make her stand up, which she didn't resist knowing that it wouldn't be the smartest of ideas to do so. Stealthily slipping his hands through her skirt and panties, he slowly did what he normally did: he felt up on her buttocks.

This continued for a good thirty seconds, but, to Sakura, it felt like an eternity of shame, violation, and downright humiliation. Without warning, he pushed her back on her bed.

"Now, to try something new," he noted with a glee. He stuck his hand up her skirt…from the front. Sakura's eyes widened in shock. He never went there before! Tetsuya snaked his hands up her thigh until he found a panty line. And then he found it, and stuck in his heinous digits. By now, she was openly weeping. He was messing with what was considered sacred to a female. All for some sick game that he played with her.

'By the kami…somebody…anybody…please, help me!' she pleaded to the higher powers, begging for a miracle. By a rare stroke of luck, she heard the door open and thought she was saved. Tetsuya, on the other hand, suddenly reared back his hand in a feigning wince and shouted in mock-agony.

"Aww, what the hell, Sakura? I was just trying to help!" he yelled in 'pain'. Seconds later, Sakura's mom came in.

"What the hell is going on here?" an average sized woman who looked near identical to Sakura demanded as she placed down some groceries on the table near her.

"Masaki, your daughter hit me when I was trying to fix a lamp that she broke," he said maliciously. Sakura's eyes filled with tears. This bastard was almost caught and now he was blaming her? Sakura looked pleadingly in her mother's eyes, but the look she gave her shattered that notion in an instant.

"So, you little wench, after all Tetsuya does for you…for us, you go and hit him when he tries to help you? Why, you ungrateful little brat!" she bellowed in a chiding fashion. She wouldn't have noticed the victorious, smug look on Tetsuya's face, even in a million years.

"Bu-but, Mom, he—!" Sakura was cut off with a smack to the cheek.

"Don't you give me any 'buts,' missy! I'm finally happy after your father's death, and you're destroying whatever chance I have by being an obnoxious brat!"

With each and every word, Sakura's shoulders sunk and she felt like curling up into a ball, as if that was the only thing protecting her from her mother's cruelty. Her mother only scoffed and affectionately took Tetsuya by the hand.

"Tetsuya and I are going out, and I expect this house to be clean when we get back. Is that understood?" With that said, she went from cruel to playful in an instant with her boyfriend as they made their way out the door. Masaki slammed the door shut, causing a hanging picture to dislodge from the wall. As if time stood still for the cerise-locked girl, the portrait's glass covering cracked and shattered upon impact, liberating the contents within—an image of the family of three with carefree smiles under a cherry blossom tree in bloom.

Sakura did what any girl would do in that situation. She ran—no, bolted—from her house. She didn't know where she was going, but at the moment, she didn't give a damn. All that mattered in her mad dash was that she had to leave and she had to leave now!

(Konoha Forests, Eastern Outskirts, 1900 hours)

Naruto walked peacefully in the calm forest near the outskirts of Konohagakure. This was a place of extreme tranquility, peace, and relaxation. Near him was a small wooden shack that looked like an outdoor bathroom. Naruto paid it no mind as he sat cross-legged in the large clearing.

"Okay…I wonder if I can try this…meditation thing," Naruto said to himself as he breathed in and out.

Sitting up, he closed his eyes and began to…do…

On second thought, he had absolutely no idea how to meditate. From the movies and books, you sat in some stupid cross-legged position, close your eyes, and do something like…centering yourself…or something like that. Regardless, he absolutely had no clue what that meant, as he had only seen it done once. He had no real clue at how he was supposed to…

Naruto's thoughts were interrupted from what sounded like a low grumble from the back of his head. Without warning, there was a sharp pain in both his head and stomach simultaneously. He reared over in pain and thought he was under attack. Looking around, he realized that he was alone. Naruto saw a red aura envelop his body and his mind drifted into unconsciousness.

The first thing Naruto noticed was that it was nearly dark and the only indication of light was a neon light that was at the end of…wherever he was. The place practically reeked of fear…or something that sought to induce the negative emotion. If there was a smell that could be associated with fear, there was no doubt in Naruto's mind that this would be it.

The blond noticed that he was ankle-deep in water. Grunting, he got up, ignoring the smell of what seemed to be sewer water. Strangely enough, that was exactly where he was. Down the small corridor, a miasma of green neon lights exposed endless pipes and conduit lines.

"These pipes have to lead somewhere," the blond deduced as he walked along the barren pathways in the stinking liquid. The light at the end turned red, and at the end of the path was the last thing Naruto expected….a gate.

Yes, it was, without question, a gate which had intricate patterns carved along the bars and in the middle was a flimsy piece of paper that had the kanji for "seal" on it. Inside the bars was pitch black, and as good as Naruto's vision was (seeing things at twenty feet where the average human only saw at ten feet), he couldn't make out anything.

"What the hell is this gate here for?" Naruto asked to no one in particular. That particular quandary was quickly answered. An absolutely terrifying image made itself known, and as much the blonde wanted to back away, his fear was taking control of him.

Naruto and the…whatever it was…stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity and then some. Then it did something he didn't expect: it laughed. It was deep and menacing and quite possible the most evil laugh that Naruto had ever heard. Naruto gulped and tried to stand his ground…and failed miserably.

"Well, well, I finally get to meet my vessel after all these years," it spoke in the same deep voice it had laughed in previously.

"Vessel? What the hell are you talking about?" Naruto asked as his confusion took over his fear. At this, the entity bellowed in laughter, yet again.

"So, you truly don't know, do you? It is I, the Kyuubi no Youko, strongest of all the nine Bijuu!" the carmine beast spoke proudly.

Naruto's eyes almost burst out of his skull. 'No…it can't be. The Fox was supposed to be dead.'

"No way! The Fox was killed by the Yondaime Hokage eight years ago! There's no possible way it could be still alive!" Naruto retorted back in absolute denial.

The blond kid swore to himself that he heard a snort release from the mammoth creature's imposing frame. "First of all, I'm not an 'it,' you insolent brat! I'm a male, just like you are, except smarter. But to rebut your…fallacy, let me ask you this. What do you know about the Bijuu?" The Kyuubi asked as in a sly tone as if he couldn't wait to bring reality crashing down on the boy.

Naruto shrugged. "They're like these huge animals, powerful, and can't be killed by natural means. They can only be sealed." To where was this distrustful entity directing?

"Do you know the day of when I attacked?"

"You supposedly attacked on the tenth of October, eight years ago," Naruto replied, still not getting the entire picture. The Kyuubi only grinned wider.

"When's your birthday?"

"October ten—" Naruto stopped mid-sentence. It suddenly dawned on him as he dropped to his knees in shock.

"No…no…it can't be," he chanted in denial, holding his golden locks with his clenched hands. The Kyuubi laughed yet again.

"So, my vessel finally understands why he's so hated!" he snarled in glee as Naruto soaked in the revelation. Everything started to fall into place: the stares, the subtle third degree…everything was all because the Yondaime had sealed the Kyuubi within him and damning him to a life of hell. Right then and there, as liquid saline descended from his cheeks in anguish, he wanted to just crawl up in a ball and die.

"Pick yourself off the ground, and stop your blubbering. It's unsightly, even to my own tastes," the Kyuubi grumbled in a serious manner. Naruto was surprised. There was no malice in its…his voice.

"What the hell do you mean? I just found out that I was cursed to—" The Fox cut him off.

"SHUT UP!" he roared, silencing Naruto almost immediately. "You and I are going to have a long chat, so you need to shut the hell up and listen to what I have to say. Is that understood?"

Naruto only nodded dumbly, trying to find his voice, but grimaced at the "long chat". Naruto wasn't known to have the biggest attention span…

The Fox's eyes seemed to lighten up and they didn't seem as menacing as before, which caused Naruto to relax a bit more.

"For starters," he began, "we are in your mind. Don't worry about time, as time in here is much faster than the outside. You shouldn't have to worry about anyone attacking you…or us, rather."

Naruto bobbed his head as the Fox sat down on its (his, Naruto tried to remember) haunches as if fully at rest. "Now that you actually are aware of my existence, I believe it's time we made the best of the…predicament in which we have found ourselves, to put it lightly…before I have the luxury of thinking over the things I'd do to Konoha, if I ever got released. However, now I don't have that time seeing as you know me now. You'll call on my power, both consciously and subconsciously. As such, I say we need to make a deal or several."

"Deals? What kind of deals?" Naruto asked quizzically, with a twinge of skepticism. The Kyuubi brought down his nose so it was close to Naruto's face, which kind of intimidated him. But the fox didn't need to know that…

"Simple. I know more about you than you likely know about yourself." Naruto frowned at the cryptic response. That didn't answer his question.

"I have had much time to observe your life in this village. The villagers don't attack you, but they try to wear you down psychologically by excluding you from social events, shooing their children away, and any other things that would bring trauma to any normal boy." Naruto's face went sad for a bit as he realized everything that was said was the absolute truth.

"But, you're not a normal boy, are you? You're resilient and you've never given up, despite what these pitiful humans have tried doing to you," the Kyuubi praised.

"Yes, I know this. Get to the point! What deals are you talking about?" Naruto inquired, yet again. The Kyuubi slammed his tail on the walls of his cage causing Naruto to fall on his buttocks.

"What did I tell you? Shut up and listen! I need to give you background on the deals I will be making, because, otherwise, it will end up confusing you. Or, I could just send you back and not do anything to benefit you or your future career as a shinobi," he uttered nonchalantly.

"No, no, no, no, no. Please…continue," Naruto said as fast he could. The Kyuubi smirked, triumphant in his small victory.

"Good, boy. You're learning," he praised as he continued. "First off, let me ask you this. Do you have any clue what a Cognitive Chakra Suppression seal is?" he asked, knowing full well what the answer was. Naruto's face remained blank. Even though he knew, the Fox still sighed.

"Okay, a bit of exposition for you, if you will," he said taking a huge breath. "When I was first sealed into you, I noticed that, consistently, a small, almost insignificant, amount of chakra was constantly being drained from me. At first, I thought the seal was doing something to me, but then, I realized that it was integrating your energy and mine into your chakra coils." Naruto gulped as he took this in. He would reserve judgment to the situation at hand until the Fox finished.

"To make it short, the chakra drain was…is…due to what's called a Cognitive Chakra Suppression Seal or CCS for short. I have absolutely no idea of why it was used on you, and considering the circumstances, it'd be downright foolish to do so," the Kyuubi explained.

"The purpose of the seal is two-fold. Its primary purpose is just as the name suggests. It restricts your ability to think. To reason. To ascertain. To adapt. Everything. From what I've observed, even with it on, you still had the ability to pick up on things that the villagers were doing to you, among other things. I imagine that, when the CCS is removed, your cognitive ability will increase tenfold. You may not be a genius, but you'll be one of the best," the Fox concluded, baring his sharp fangs into a pretty gruesome smile. Aside from being totally on edge, Naruto grinned at the prospect of becoming 'smarter' as he put it in his own words.

"So, what are we waiting for, then? Why do we—?" Kyuubi held up a paw to indicate that he needed to remain quiet and attentive. Naruto reluctantly did so.

"Be patient, kid. I'm getting to that. Anyway, the second thing about the suppression seal is that it needs a constant source of chakra to be maintained. That's where I come in. I have nearly limitless chakra, and as such, by my calculations, the suppression seal would feed off my chakra for at least fourteen centuries, before it can't drain any more. You're probably wondering why I couldn't just blow up the seal immediately after I discovered it, right?" Naruto nodded, indicating he had been wondering that throughout his explanations.

"Simply put, the sealer put backup seals where the only way for the seal to be released is for your consent to have it released. Sounds crazy, I know, but the sealer likely didn't count on me knowing about seals and me actually telling you about them. Here's what I'm offering: in exchange for me, and technically you, removing the CCS, you will allow me at times to…stretch my legs…so to speak."

"As in give you freedom? Do you think I'm stupid, F—?" He cut him off again.

"No, I couldn't get free using that method, anyway. Even if I could, my power would be greatly reduced, so there really wouldn't be much point to it anyway, but, basically, all you need to do is find a wild fox, catch it, and then transfer my consciousness into it. You won't have to worry about me escaping. After a certain time limit, my awareness will automatically transfer back behind this cage…unfortunately." The demonic vulpine bit back his venom.

Naruto thought about it for a minute. On one hand, he could be lying and totally making up everything he was telling him, but then, what did the Fox have to lose? If he read between the creature's words, he implied that if he died, then he would cease to exist as well. Naruto simply hummed before making a clear judgment call.

"I agree to your terms, Kyuubi," Naruto declared after some time, which caused the fox to grin rather maliciously.

"Very well, but I warn you ahead of time that it may cause you pain," the Kyuubi advised, so the boy wouldn't think he was tricking him. Naruto shrugged; he kind of figured that would be the case.

"Eh, screw it, Kyuubi. I fully give you permission to unlock and destroy the suppression seal," Naruto asserted. That was all Kyuubi needed before his chakra surged through Naruto and the sewer of his mind. Naruto left his mind before pain even had time to register within.

XXXXX

Naruto's vision blurred as he was still in the same spot he was previously before the Kyuubi "sucked" him into his mindscape. He shook his head and his vision returned to normal. Something felt…odd. Yes…truly odd…yet also….amazing at the same time. It was just as Kyuubi said. His mind felt clearer, sharper, and far more in tune with his environment. He heard the sound of shuriken whizzing the distance to hit stationary targets.

His interest piqued, Naruto decided to head to the source of the noise. When he walked up to a clearing, adjacent to his position, he saw a boy about his age throwing shuriken and kunai. There were twelve targets, and the boy hit eight out twelve. The boy grunted in anger.

"Damn it! I'll never get to Itachi's level!" he yelled in frustration. Naruto frowned as he walked up towards him.

"You know, your wrists weren't all that correct when you threw them. That's why you only hit eight," Naruto uttered coolly. Sasuke whipped his head around and gave a neutral glance at the new comer.

"Who might you be?" Sasuke asked turning around.

"The name's Naruto Uzumaki and I could show you a trick or two," Naruto said as he offhandedly picked up some shuriken. He adjusted his wrist and threw all five of them. All five were on target, bull's-eye. Naruto smiled triumphantly while Sasuke looked amazed.

"Whoa, how did you do that?" Sasuke asked, feeling a bit jealous. Naruto smiled and picked up the remaining shuriken and handed them back to the dark-haired boy.

"Now, copy my wrist like this," he explained, showing him. Sasuke copied his movements down to the finest of details. "You want a quick flicking motion and then let them fly!" On Naruto's command, Sasuke released the shuriken and, just like Naruto, he struck the dead center. Sasuke's mouth was agape. He did it. He did it!

"Thanks. My name's Sasuke Uchiha. It's a pleasure to meet you, Naruto-san," Sasuke said, smiling and shaking Naruto's hand.

"Pleasure's all mine," Naruto shouted out, grinning. Was this going to be his first friend? By the gods, he hoped so.

"By the way, how did you get so good at throwing shuriken?" Sasuke asked curiously. Naruto thought about it. Too be honest he wasn't so sure himself.

"Actually, I just tried that today," Naruto responded, rubbing the back of his head in mock embarrassment.

Sasuke looked at him incredulously, "No…no way!"

"Yep…I think I remember reading it in a book. I guess I just applied the principles here," Naruto explained and Sasuke just nodded. The raven haired Uchiha was about to say something else when they both heard someone crying.

(About fifteen meters away from Naruto and Sasuke's position)

Sakura ran outside of the 'built' pathways of the forest with one goal: to get away. Get away from the pain. Get away from the abuse. The fact that her mother took Tetsuya's side over her own pained her heart in ways no tongue on Earth could explain.

She hugged herself tightly as she sunk to her knees as tears flowed freely once again. There was a small puddle left over from the rain on the previous night. She looked at her reflection as she watched her face change from anger, grief, bitterness, and back again. For a brief moment, she could have sworn she saw Tetsuya with a cruel smirk on his face. She balled up a fist and slammed the puddle, breaking his 'reflection.'

Sakura was startled by a sudden movement she felt. Sakura didn't know it yet, but her shinobi skills were already developing right then, even though she still wasn't to be enrolled in the academy (like Naruto and Sasuke) for another six months or so.

"Wh-Who's there?" Sakura managed to squeak out, stuttering the first part of her question. From their hiding places, Sasuke and Naruto emerged with noticeable frowns on their faces. Sakura subconsciously backed away.

Naruto held up his hands. "Hey, don't worry. We won't hurt you," he promised while walking up to the sniffling girl. Sasuke sighed and followed Naruto.

"What's wrong? Are you…hurt?" Naruto asked comfortingly as he kneeled down to her level. Sakura could practically feel the sincerity in his voice. It was as if he were an angel sent down from the heavens. Granted, she probably…well, was grossly over exaggerating, but she was eight, for crying out loud. A sexually abused eight year old, but the core naïve personality was still there.

"I…don't know," she began hesitantly. Naruto touched her hand soothingly, but Sakura instantly balked under the brush of his fingers. She had been violated just hours ago, and she was not ready to be touched just yet.

Sasuke frowned a bit. "Hey, don't be afraid. We're here to help. We won't hurt you."

"Sasuke's right. We're your friends," Naruto said, somehow pulling off a half-smile, half frown.

"Friends? How can we be—?" She was easily cut off by the raven-haired boy.

"That doesn't matter," Sasuke said as he shook his head in the negative, knowing what she was about to ask. "We know that you're hurting, and we won't stand by and let you just sit there and cry a river." Sasuke wouldn't admit it, but he felt damn good saying that. For once, his life was looking up instead of the constant put-downs from his father.

"You…really mean that?" Sakura asked disbelievingly. Her distrust was breaking down. Not completely, but it was getting there, albeit slowly.

Naruto smiled fully. "Yeah, we do. My name's Naruto Uzumaki, and this," he pointed to the other kid in his company, "is Sasuke Uchiha."

"I could've introduced myself," Sasuke muttered, but Naruto must have not heard him. Naruto held out a hand, hoping for Sakura to take it. He waited….but it never came. The forest remained desolately silent. All that could be heard were the sniffs from the cherry blossom.

"Hey, are you—?" Naruto and Sasuke started simultaneously, before they were caught off guard by Sakura hugging them both tightly with either arm on their respective right and left sides. Sakura's head, however, was buried into Naruto's chest.

Naruto turned to Sasuke. "OK, pretty boy what'd you do?"

"Me?"

"Ugh, yes you, you're the only other guy here right?"

"…" Sasuke said nothing.

"Unless you were mistaken for a girl in your younger years…" Naruto snickered. Sasuke was about to retort before Sakura whimpered.

"Naruto….Sasuke….thank you," Sakura uttered as she let tears of joy flow down her cheeks. Naruto and Sasuke let out a small smile as they hugged her back in a small group embrace.

"From here on out…we get stronger…together," Naruto declared, to which Sasuke nodded.

"No matter what happens, we always will have each other," Sasuke added. "Sakura…would you like to become a ninja with us, to get stronger?"

"Me…a shinobi?" Sakura asked incredulously. Truth be told, the thought of being a shinobi never even occurred to her until, literally, right then.

Naruto nodded. "Yeah, like the three of us could be like…the super cool ninja three of awesomeness!" he said dramatically, which got him chuckles from the other two.

"You know…I never really thought about it, until now," Sakura admitted. Naruto grinned, inwardly elated that she had finally stopped crying. "But, since meeting the two of you…I think I might want to do it. To protect myself…" Seeing the confused looks, she added, "I'll tell you…when I'm ready."

The blond and raven haired boys nodded in acceptance. Naruto had decided then he wouldn't tell the two about the Kyuubi until much later.

"So, you accept?" Sasuke inquired, smirking. Sakura grinned back at him.

"I never turn down a challenge, cha!" Sakura declared with gusto.

"Ah, hell yeah!" Naruto yelled. His mood reverted back to hyper, despite his increased intelligence.

"All right, can you guys meet me at the library tomorrow morning? We can start preparing for the academy early," Sasuke suggested. Sakura and Naruto nodded.

"Sounds great. What time?" Sakura asked.

"Eh…does nine sound good to you?" Sasuke questioned, to which Sakura smiled. Naruto deadpanned.

"Nine? Are you kidding me? I'm still in bed by then!" he groaned. Sasuke clucked his teeth.

"Suck it up, Naruto. Early bird catches the worm," he countered.

Naruto pouted. "Eh, oh well. Screw it, then."

"Good, because I bet I can learn faster than both of you!" Sakura betted.

"Oh, really? Care to wager that?" Naruto said grinning playfully.

"We'll discuss the terms tomorrow," Sakura spoke while keeping a cool smirk displayed on her visage. Sasuke put his hand in the middle, which Naruto and Sakura instinctively put their hands on top.

"Friends?" the Uchiha asked.

"Friends," the other two announced at the same time. They broke and turned to three different directions. Neither of them could wait until morning.

(Unknown Location, Summoning Dimension)

Three extremely large figures were watching the exchange with extreme interest. One figure moved from the shadows, identifying itself as a large silver and black serpent. It had two tails that split in the middle and four bat-like wings. The other two figures were only seen by their eyes, which were a blood red and light silver.

"Well, Bahamut, it seems these three may prove most interesting summoners to our respective clans," the figure with red eyes spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes, Xelos. They seem to incorporate the traits of all three of us," the one known as Bahamut responded. He turned to the one with silver eyes. "Byakko, what do you think?"

"The Sakura girl…she intrigues me…I feel…drawn to her," Byakko cryptically answered.

"I feel the same about the Uchiha. He doesn't seem to have the typical arrogance of his clan, because, otherwise, there's no way in hell I'd let him sign my contract," Xelos spat in disgust. Truth be told, he hated all of the Uchiha brats. Except for, obviously, Sasuke, himself.

"Naruto….the holder of the Nine-Tails….he's perfect for me. However, we can't contact them now. They are much too young, and they couldn't handle us at until at best they were fifteen or sixteen, depending on how fast they grow." The other two nodded.

"Then it is settled. I shall allow in four years' time to allow Sakura Haruno be the holder of my contract," Byakko proudly proclaimed.

"I shall allow Sasuke Uchiha in four years' time to wield the power of my contract," Xelos uttered with a strong determination.

"I, Bahamut, King of the Dragons, shall allow Naruto Uzumaki in four years' time to wield the power of the Dragons!" he roared. A light glowed in the air, signifying the declarations.

"I shall see you in four years, my friends," Bahamut said.

"As shall we," they responded simultaneously. With that said, Xelos vanished in a plume of smoke, Byakko vanished by turning into water, and Bahamut vanished with a gust of wind.

It was settled. Three friends were single handedly going to bring a revolution to the shinobi world. Their Legends were now starting.

(End)

Oh my God! I'm finally done with this pilot! Took forever, though! Don't worry. I'm still working on chapter three of From Red to Black, though this fic MAY take priority over it. My schedule is getting better, so you're likely going to see more updates.

Till next time,

PEACE!

P.S Don't forget to review. Constructive criticism is appreciated always and forever.