My second story :3

Now this story is based off of a few facts: 1.) at the age of three, Naruto ran away from the abuse with the help of Obito Uchiha. 2.) Naruto unlocked the Rinnegan at the age of five. 3.) Naruto absorbed all of the bijuu's chakra to make it his own, ending up with Kaguya's chakra (because technically Kaguya is the juubi). 4.) Naruto and Obito are very close friends. 5.) Naruto is godlike and dark. 6.) Naruto is in younger Obito's body. 7.) Naruto was killed at the age of twenty-one.

Enjoy!

For one thing, it was painful. Very painful. Physically and emotionally. My own subordinate turned against me, slicing me in the muscle tendons, stabbing my heart, ripping out my throat, piercing my lungs and my brain. Not very fun; really, try it. I wouldn't dare admit it out loud, but I have come to really care for Obito...

But now I am awake, facing pitch black nothing. My left side of my body was crushed and my right eye was gone. I was completely blind right now. At first, I thought that this was hell. But then I realized that my heart was faintly beating against broken bones.

One could say I was in a situation where I'm gonna die so hard. Quite frankly, I would agree, but I was no fool. Sasuke Uchiha sliced me in half and I still regenerated my limbs. But then again, I had Kaguya Otsutsuki's chakra within my coils. The pure evil of this world.

Due to me knowing Healing Power, my body was both losing and gaining. Of course, no matter how gigantic my chakra reserves are, even I couldn't stay like this forever.

Not to mention it was like having a rock stuck in your shoe; irritating and—if the rock was sharp enough—painful.

I forced my right hand to twitch. Good. I can move. As long as I can move, I can break these boulders and recuperate.

I lifted up my arm; shaking from pressure and major blood loss. I stretched out my fingers, gathering up chakra in the palm of my hand. Rasengan.

I heard the boulders shaking and cracking as the ball of white chakra ripped through them.

"Giant Rasengan," I silently stated. The Rasengan expanded, destroying the boulders that weighed me down. I slowly sat up, ignoring the pain the made my entire body throb.

I used Healing Power once again. My left leg, arm, and face steamed as the wounds regenerated. I opened up my left eye, flinching when it ached.

Dammit. I guess I can't see properly. I hissed. Whatever. I just need to get out of here and figure out where the hell I am.

I stood up, slightly stumbling towards the little crack I saw to my right that exposed the moonlight. I walked through the boulders like they weren't there, and emerged into a lush green meadow with tall, thick, green and large trees.

I flinched, my right leg started straining under the pressure. "Dammit. I need to build a camp somewhere and heal myself up..." I took my first step, but tripped. Silently cursing again, I pushed myself up on my right arm and leg, limping to avoid putting weight on my half crushed body.

I could already tell I was going to experience a hellish pain for a long time.

I poked the fire with a stick, making the ember shift and crackle. I had healed my leg up to a somewhat normal condition, but it still hurt and ached from the cold. I managed to bandage my sensitive arm up, and covered my scarred face. The raven hair, pale skin and orange goggles made everything make a little bit more sense. I knew these features like they were my own; the features of Obito.

How it happened was a mystery. Why it happened was a mystery. What happened was also a mystery. Everything was just a mystery. I hated mystery's. Especially when it involved myself.

I sighed, pulling out a messy, bloody and half broken storage scroll. I opened it up and set it down in front of me. The seal symbol that was drawn on was awful; but it was very familiar to me. Way too familiar.

I used the tiger seal, and whispered a command before a few items appeared in a poof of white smoke. There was a first aid kit, an apple, five or six large cloths, extra bottles of water, Kunai, Shuriken, and extra plastic wrapped food that I couldn't identify.

Yeah, I could work with this. For now, at least.

First things first: sleep. Lots and lots and lots of sleep.

Doesn't hurt to sleep. I've come to love it in all honesty. It was a perfect time to thread together my plans of destruction.

I slowly limped through the edge of the forest, keeping an eye in the path.

It was a nuisance, this one eye of mine being the most important thing as of now. If I could just regenerate both of my eyes I know I can gain back my doujutsu. I could already see well enough with my left eye to walk without tripping every step of the way, but my vision was still fuzzy and it didn't help that my eyelid was still extremely sensitive to exposure; it resulted in me having to take a break every few hours to rest.

But in those times of resting, I have been able to gather up a few ideas of what was going on. I remember that a month before my death, the original Obito stated that he was working on a time-space jutsu; as to where one's conscious, mental and physical prowess would travel to a different body by being stabbed in certain vital points that included the brain and muscle tendons.

He might have actually done it. Maybe this is time travel? I wondered. Could be. I always get myself stuck in crazy shit... But it probably wasn't perfected...

I tripped over a rock, slightly stumbling. I caught myself on a tree, staying in my position; my head hanging, standing on my left leg, and my right leg in the air.

I sneered in annoyance. "Geez, this is such a pain in the ass. I still have my Creation of All Things, right...?" To answer my question, I put my left hand out, and focused on creating a living thing. A split second later, a living and bright green leaf appeared in my palm. I glared at the greenery. "Che, stupid body."

I threw it to the ground and continued walking while glaring at the forest ahead of me.

This is nowhere near how I could originally make things... I thought. I guess being crushed under a boulder can affect even the strongest of the strongest. Usually by now even the scars would have been completely healed. But then again, this is Obito's body. My body was used to being healed so fast.

I stopped, remembering what the original Obito had told me.

"Sinister plans never work the first time around. You always need a second chance. I will be that second chance."

I grinned, continuing my walking.

So this is original Obito's doing. I'm going to have to really thank him for this magnificent opportunity...

So, what do you think?

Naruto is in the past, and is trying to get somewhere safe to properly recuperate.

A majority of the story will be in his POV. No one else's.

Also, this will be written on my ipad, so dont expect amazing...well...anything.

Peace! :3