Those dangerous and caring purple eyes were the first things I noticed of my father. I always envied Isobu for his eye that nearly matches our father's own but I would never forsake the eyes he gifted me. They were amazing with concentric black circles surrounding his pupil. However, it wasn't his defining trait, not truly at least. No, what made my father so great was his power. His very presence sent shivers down my spine and so with a chill going down my back, I listened to his prophecy. A prophecy that was supposed to not only save us, although why he couldn't save us himself I wouldn't understand for many years to come.

(Break)

I was nearly 14 human years old when I felt the first strike. I could feel my fathers children, I refuse to call them brothers, attack each other. I could feel the dangerous lightning edge that was Indra and the burning star that was Ashura. I tasted the drain that Ashura's attack had on Father's remaining chakra. My mistake was not intervening this time around, but perhaps it was a blessing as I was far weaker than the two brothers. My eyes found the little pond that I had made my home and I rested my head upon my paws as the titans clashed.

(Break)

Nearly 12 years later I went to my father for what would be the last time. I found him sitting in the air silent as he gathered the worlds chakra to him, strengthening his body. It was strange to find myself so much taller than him now, but I could tell I stood far above his head now.

I stood, watching him relax his aching body and heighten his mind before he turned towards me his altitude falling a bit as he struggled to maintain correct control. I would never know the hardship of controlling chakra in old age or in general. I was chakra and chakra was me.

"Ahh, Kurama it has been too long since I last saw you!" He exclaimed his voice raspy and low.

I bowed my head in apology. I hadn't meant to be gone so long but I had been caught up watching a sapling grow and hadn't realized how long I was there. I hadn't noticed when the clashes had increased in strength nor had I noticed when they slowed down in preparation for the death of a god.

"I... sorry fater," I tried but I had almost 12 years since I had last practised the mortal tongue.

"Father," The sage supplied for me.

"Sorry...father," I choked out as his eyes softened.

"What have you come for my child?" Father asked his smile kind and inviting. I was about to answer when the sun decided to drop in for a visit.

"Hey, dad what are you doing? And... what in the Amaterasu is that?" Ashura nearly screamed at his father before rushing over to gush over how soft my fur is.

"That is Kurama, now let him go, son," The sage said.

"Ah ok dad, but I needed to know a way to get stronger. My spies say Indra has been developing a massive technique that is capable of beating even the True Thousand Hands technique."

"I will think this over son and convene with you again after I have spoken with Kurama."

He was gone in an orange flash and I was left alone with father once more. His shoulders slumping as he looked towards the sky.

"What would you do if you were in my position? If you had two kids fighting over a role that won't matter in the next hundred years, what would you do? I haven't seen Indra in nearly as long as you've been gone but at least I know you still care. I lost my sons just like my mother had."

"...I halpe?" I tried to ask, to make him feel better.

"No, you should continue to watch the world grow as you have been, it'll continue to show more beauty," He turned away. I was about to leave too when he fell, his chakra fading faster than it had before and I knew that it was all centred around his heart, doing it's best to keep him alive.

I jumped under him and barely caught him using my tails to stabilize him as I roared to the heavens hoping for Ashura to come help. I was not disappointed and I promised myself to help him any way I could for his help today.

(Break)

3 years was all the wars took. Three years since the death of the great sage of six paths and the start of a newly ignited war between brothers. I was there the entire time, protecting the only brother to have cared for Father in the end. The day Indra came from the storm clouds donning his purple avatar of a god, I allowed Ashura a portion of my power to put himself on even ground. I helped him become the new god of chakra after his father. Only to be disappointed in the end as they both died in a cataclysmic attack. One throwing balls made of everything coloured after the void and the other throwing the most powerful lightning the world had ever seen.

I gave them both as good a burial as I could, seeing as I was now nearly the size of a house and quickly growing. I brought them to the middle of the field of ash which they had created and buried them, bringing Father to meet them one last time as they all moved on to wherever Father wanted. Then I sat and watched in suspense for the first sapling.

(Break)

I returned to my old resting grounds after I had finally settled things as well as I could without becoming known. I had asked Isobu to protect a group of red-headed warriors. They captured my attention when I saw how close their hair was to my fur. Then in a burst of inspiration, I had asked Gyuki to crave seals from Father into a rock and place it where they would find it.

That was all I could do and it was more than enough for now. I looked at what had become of the Field of Ash to see that all the saplings were blooming. This was just too good not to watch.

(Break)(Near 500 year time skip)

I looked up at the sound of grunting. I could feel the power of a warrior god waiting to be released and I immediately knew who it was. Indra had returned. I turned to stare him down only to be surprised by the man who stood there. He was slightly shorter than the old Indra but his hair was far longer and his face much softer. He seemed distraught though which had never happened to the original.

"What do you want Indra?" I growled out, my voice causing the ground to shake. It had been a long time since I had last seen myself and just realized I was far larger than I was last time.

"I am not Indra beast," He spoke aloud trying to keep his voice steady. I allowed just a small amount of my anger at his denial to show through.

"Then who are you and what are you here for?" I asked trying not to scare him anymore.

"Kyuubi, you are only a piece of yourself!" The fake Indra yelled. I understood what he meant by that and I also knew he shouldn't have access to the knowledge.

"Shut up," I growl.

"You tailed-beast are simply servants to serve the Uchiha's every whim."

I noticed the way his eyes began swirling, a startling blood red nearly as dark as my own.

"Obey!" He yelled, forming one of Indra's old seals in front of his face.

That was when I forgot how to control my body, that was when I learned how helpless I can be.

(Break)

Hours later I felt Ashura's sun on the horizon and I was screaming internally with glee. Ashura would save me, after all, he cared.

Then I was being beaten around with whips made of wood, and watching through eyes I couldn't control as the man I hoped would save me instead chained me up. I watched as the valley I had watched grow was destroyed by their feud. I listened as he told me I would not be allowed to live my life. I watched the crimson hair so close to my own fur seal me up.

(Break)

Large wooden spikes were driven through each of my limbs and one large one through my chest. It was the most painful thing I had ever felt. If the whips of wood were painful then this was hell and it didn't help that I was floating in the air on a small moon. Then my jailor came and I began to hate the colour red. She told me how I was hatred and that I couldn't be freed because all I could do was hate.

I wanted to not hate her, just to prove her wrong. Then I learned even I can't control my emotions. I raged against my binds, looking to rip this wench to shreds and make sure her hair was gone. I couldn't see her wearing that colour like me.

All I wanted to do was go home and watch the saplings.

(Break)

I was forced into another lying redhead. It was at this point that I used the small amount of power I had to change my fur to a dull orange. I should've gone all the way to a light brown and match my Fathers hair but I couldn't with these restraints. This red-head decided not to impale me with wood and instead just use chains, which were nearly four times worse as it seemed to corrode my ever healing chakra.

She acted like I made her life horrid even though all I wanted was freedom, well and her death but that didn't matter in the long run.

Then I felt a child, a sun developing in her uterus and I knew I had to stop my next jailor from being born. I had to stop this cycle of brothers fighting but no matter what I did he survived, I even flooded her body and his with as much chakra as I possibly could before I realized he healed from everything I did. It was with an angry sigh that I gave up and just watched the sapling develop.

Why hadn't I known before that the birth would weaken my chains so much? Why hadn't it done this when the original had a child? Perhaps it was the wood that prevented it. This time I was being prevented by these small blue seals that would tighten any chain that became loose.

So for nearly an hour, I watched as the red-head pushed the next Ashura out into the world. He was small and unbearably loud but it would seem my chance slipped by before I could explore it fully.

Or so I thought. A masked man with a very familiar chakra but not quite close enough for me to distinguish it from the hundreds I have felt within these wretched red-heads. Then he released me, my power flooding back to me in full force. I was so prepared to run, but I had to be stupid and turn back to thank him.

Those red eyes that had been the start of all this reappeared covering my whole vision until I woke up with the red-head and her lover pierced on my front claw. I was wrapped up in chains but what really scared me was the shinigami that was floating above the blonde. His purple skin seemingly decaying and I got the distinct impression I should know this god better but I had no time to think about it as a new worse pain came. I was ripped in half and literally shoved inside a cage, my power fleeing from me as the god put me to rest inside a sapling that had yet to begin growing.

Father had said to watch the world grow because the beauty would never fade. It would seem I found something new to watch.

A/N

I am not planning on changing too much in Naruto, especially not his character but I will play with the plot.

This chapter was made explicitly to introduce this story to you and these notes to explain a little as to why I'm doing a new story without finishing Another Chance.

I have been getting stuck on what to write with Another chance and have learned that if I go away and write or read something else that I will come back refreshed for that story. That's what this is but also isn't.

I plan on having four stories on this site. The first is another chance, the second is a sapling grows, the third is based on BNHA and the fourth will be a DBZ/DBS fanfic.

I hope to continue to entertain you guys and to continue to grow as an author with your help.

Enjoy and until next time my children.

PG