So this is a new story that I just randomly thought of.

Hopefully it isn't shit. I thought it was a pretty cool idea if I do say so myself.

FYI: Naruto the Last never happened in this.

Now on to the story!

Date: February 27, 2020

Words: 2151

This could quite possibly be the greatest thing he's accomplished in his short 23-year life. Peace to the elemental nations? Pfft, as if that could match up to this. For you see, this creation he is in the process of making will be a pure piece of art. Nothing could top this masterpiece in the works.

Imagine ramen… but with pizza in it.

It is truly mind blowing how his mind could come up with this gem.

With just the finishing touches needed to complete perfection in a bowl, Naruto's mouth is salivating at the thought of taking a bite. It takes all of his willpower to wait and finish the creation before eating.

'What does it need, what does it need? Ahhhh, that's it!' Naruto eyes the chili flakes container at the top of his cupboard. Standing at 6'1", Naruto is a tall man, but his apartment is even larger with the ceiling being 9 feet from ground level. Grabbing a chair and placing in front of the cupboard, he stands on it to reach the top where the chili flakes are located. The bottle just beyond his reach, he stands on the chair on his tippy toes to get the extra inch he needs. Just barely touching the container when the chair starts to wobble.

Naruto, considered to be a god among men alongside his friend Sasuke, falls off the chair throwing all shinobi training down the drain, screaming like a little girl and forgetting to balance himself. As he's falling, he twists his body around to try to land on his arms when he hears a distorting noise sounding similar to Kakashi's kamui.

Naruto, bracing for impact, is surprised when he feels himself landing on something soft.

'This feels like a bed. But not my bed. This is way too soft to be mine.' Being a ninja, this should've rung some warning bells in Naruto's head, but it was just so soft! Just give him a few minutes.

Naruto snuggles into the softness of the bed until he taps something to the side of him. He can tell that it's the familiar feeling of flesh, but who would be in his apartment anyway? With his eyes still closed, he starts to feel up the person beside him a bit more. A soft and feminine moan can be heard.

'Now wait just a fuc-' Naruto pauses as he opens his eyes to looks at the culprit. Beside him is a woman that looks eerily similar to Sasuke. It's quite scary how similar they look. She could easily pass for his mother. His first thought was that he had an unhealthy obsession with Sasuke so great that he would actually sleep with a woman that looks just like him. Then he realized that he just ended up on the bed two minutes ago and that he literally has no idea who this woman is. She is beautiful though.

Naruto starts freaking out. His mother will beat his ass if she found out he slept around with woman even after she warned him about the three shinobi vices. Even if he didn't sleep around, it was better to not take any chances.

Slowly the woman groggily wakes up and looks at Naruto, "Are you alright, Anata?"

He was more than alright this bed is extremely com- wait what? Anata? Slowly, the rusty gears in Naruto's head start grinding to comprehend the question he just heard from the very beautiful woman that was sleeping beside him just a moment ago.

"WHAT!"

The woman cringed from the loud yell that came from Naruto's mouth and was about to question him when she heard the pitter patter of steps heading towards their bedroom doors.

The door opens to reveal a cute little boy who is about 5 years of age with shoulder length black hair and onyx eyes with tiny tear troughs on the sides of his nose.

"Mother. Father. What's wrong? I heard yelling." The young boy asked.

Mother? Father? Now wait just a fucking minute.

"I'll just go back to bed and this'll all be over, and I'll be eating my ramen pizza. I don't need chili flakes. They're overrated anyways." Praying that this was just a weird dream and he did not just sleep with a beautiful woman that called him husband and a cute little kid that looked like Itachi had called him father.

"Are you alright, Anata?"

Mikoto is confused.

No, she is downright perplexed.

This is the most emotion she had witnessed from her husband since the day Itachi was born. He's a bit too stuck up for his own good.

Don't get her wrong, she loves her husband and would gladly die for him, but he has somewhat of a stick up his ass. He does have a soft side that he only willingly has shown to her and Itachi and even that rarely comes out. She knows he loves them both, but it wouldn't kill him to show a little more emotion.

This is why she is truly baffled from the scream that came out of his mouth.

"WHAT!"

She cringed. She had just woken up. Why did he scream. What had gotten Naruto so worked up? She can hear Itachi coming to their room.

"Mother. Father. What's wrong? I heard yelling."

She turns to look at Naruto and sees his expression look like a mixture of fear, disbelief, and confusion.

He turns around, puts his face on his pillow and mumbles, "I'll just go back to bed and this'll all be over, and I'll be eating my ramen pizza. I don't need chili flakes. They're overrated anyways."

Mikoto brings both her hands into the ram sign, "KAI." Nope, not a genjutsu

"So, it seems your husband is suffering from amnesia."

Naruto knew for a fact that he isn't suffering from amnesia. He is apparently married to Uchiha Mikoto, who is Sasuke's mother mind you, and has a child, who is Itachi. Mikoto is still pregnant with Sasuke, only 2 months along. Wasn't Sasuke's father named Fugaku? He was caught and taken to the Konoha Military Police Force one too many times after a prank and was questioned by him many times. He was actually one of the few people who didn't look at him like he was the Kyuubi incarnate at the time.

Wait, Kurama!

Naruto delves into his mindscape to see a sleeping nine-tailed fox the size of a mountain. The aura he exudes seems to be of peace and tranquility.

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"OI KURAMA!"

Kurama jolts awake, looks around and spots the offender, "What the fuck do you want you stupid brat I'm trying to sl-" Kurama abruptly stops and bares his fangs, "How do you have the Sharingan?!" he pauses after taking a good luck at Naruto.

"You look… different."

Naruto's confused. Sharingan? Since when? And what does he mean different? He channels chakra to his eyes and suddenly everything becomes clearer. He looks down to the water and sees two pinwheel eyes with a trillium design.

"Holy shit I have the Mangekyo Sharingan. You think I can memorize a ramen cookbook with these?"

Kurama snorted, he should've known that the brat wouldn't go crazy with its power.

Then Naruto realizes his appearance. He looks like a 26-year old Uchiha Madara with the long spiky black hair. He still has a similar facial structure to his regular self, but he doesn't have his classic whisker marks.

"Hey, I look pretty good, don't I?"

"Well you are married to the beauty with the large boo-"

"Oi! That's my wife -ttebayo! Stupid ero-fuzzball."

"Don't call me that you damn brat! And hurry up and tell me what's going on."

Naruto gives him the full run down but takes too much time describing the ramen pizza as he hears voices from outside calling him, "See ya later Kurama, my... err… wife is calling me."

"-ruto. Naruto!" Just as Naruto appears into the real world, he gets bonked on his head curtesy of his new wife, "Uhhh, you say something?"

Her husband is god damned lucky he's suffering from amnesia or she would have great fireballed his ass. How dare he ignore her! She's an Uchiha! Ack. She sounds like Naruto. Well the pre-amnesia Naruto. Damn it. She does love him after all. But she's scared, her husband doesn't remember who her and their son are. The one she loves just stares at her in confusion instead of the hidden love that his eyes used to convey.

She just hopes Itachi doesn't take this too bad.

"Err… yo, the names Uchiha Naruto, your father apparently." Naruto finished with a lazy hand wave.

Mikoto slapped him on the side of the head.

"Itai! What was that for? I greeted him like you asked."

"Be more respectful about it." This man is nothing like her husband

"Yo, how's it going."

Before his mother could retaliate from annoyance again, Itachi decided to introduce himself, "Hello, my name is Uchiha Itachi."

"See, our son doesn't go slapping people on the side of the head like that. You should learn to be more respectful -ttebayo."

Mikoto froze. Naruto panicked. He thought he said something wrong and was about to apologize profusely when she started to laugh. Boisterously may he add.

Itachi smiled. He has never seen his mother laugh like that in all his short life. Maybe the man looking like his father being around is actually a good thing.

"God, you sound just like Kushina!"

"Err, I'll take that as a compliment then."

Dinner was awkward. He had requested pizza ramen but unfortunately that was something that wasn't considered edible in her books which he vigorously disagreed with, but ultimately accepted it. Not because she threatened him with her wooden spoon.

Not at all.

He's Uzumaki - wait, no – Uchiha Naruto! As if he could be scared so easily.

Itachi snickered. The man looking like his father is a scaredy cat. He wasn't afraid of his mother and her spoon.

Not at all.

He's a going to be a genin soon! But his mother did have a mean swing.

Naruto inhaled his food. It was quite possibly the best thing he's ever had, besides ramen of course and the 'would have been' pizza ramen. His… wife… made tempura and even managed to make the vegetables taste good. And vegetables usually taste terrible! Naruto Uchiha was a very lucky man to be married to her.

"The food was amazing! You are a good wife!" Mikoto's face heated up. Even though this was technically her husband, she felt extremely flattered by the praise. Her husband used to be much more of a stoic man who kept much to himself.

"Uhh thank you."

"Soooo… you're going to sleeping in this bed with me?"

"Of course! This bed is amazing!" Damn he wished he had this bed in his apartment.

"Oh… ok. W-what are you doing?!" As she sees Naruto take off his shirt. This may have been her husband's body, but this was not the man she knew so forgive her for being a tad bit flustered.

"Err, I'm going to bed? Are you alright? You look a bit red." He places a hand on her forehead, "You are really hot -ttebayo."

She slapped the hand away, "J-just hurry up and go to bed."

Naruto, although confused, climbed into bed with no complaints. Today was an odd day. He actually enjoyed himself. He realized that he was back in time and apparently future Sasuke's father. Even though he lost his friends, he can make new ones and protect the world from the future that is bound to happen. And he has a pretty wife and cute kid. He couldn't wait to meet his parents and maybe give Obito an earlier Therapy no Jutsu. Before he goes all crazy.

It doesn't seem like it'll be so bad being Uchiha Naruto.

Ok yea so I didn;t want to call Naruto as Fugaku, so in the dimension he's in, Fugaku's name is Naruto just to make it easier.

So yea, tell me how ya feel about this one.

See y'all next chapter.