Author's Notes

Hi and welcome to my story. This is the first one that I have written for public viewing. Anyway I recently finished reading "The Bourne Identity" and thought it would be interesting to see what would happen to our favorite, obnoxious blond ninja if he wound up in the same spot. Of course the book is only going to be a loose guide line so there's a good chance a majority of the plot won't have anything to do with the actual book's story line. Well enjoy and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters, Nor do I own The Bourne Identity or any of its characters. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and Robert Ludlum respectively.

The Uzumaki Identity

Prologue:

Somewhere off the coast of the Land of Lightning:

Rain beat down on a small ship along the coast of the Land of Lightning. Most people from the country's coastal villages would tell you that it's suicide to take a ship of that size out into a storm like this one and yet here it was in the darkness. Other than the waves mercilessly smashing into the side of the boat no movement could be seen on deck. Nothing could be seen in the pitch blackness of the cabin. A muffled sound came out of the dark room, "F.i. St.l.: Fi..b.ll J..su," followed by a blast of light and heat. The cabin door flung open and flames bellowed out and a black haired figure stumbled out.

The black haired person cautiously peered into the flaming cabin. "Earth Style: Earthen Missile Jutsu!" Rocks whistled as they flew past the black haired figure who was doing all he could to avoid being hit. He reeled back as one of the rocks hit him square on the forehead causing him to curse as blood dribbled into his eyes. The boat lurched sideways throwing the black haired person off balance and spinning him around. Shuriken flew out of the cabin door followed by a Kirigakure ninja. Most of the shuriken only grazed the black haired figure however one caught him in the back of the skull causing him to gasp before falling over into the crashing waves below.

The mist ninja glanced over the railings looking for the fallen ninja he had hopefully dispatched, but it seemed that the waves had decided to take the body for itself. Several minutes passed by before the Ninja was satisfied with his work and set about extinguishing the flames on his boat, it would be a long trip back to Kirigakure which was the safest place to get repairs done. "Damn it, Mizukage isn't going to be happy about this little failure…" As he cleaned up what he could he considered becoming a missing-nin rather than face the Mizukage, either way it wasn't going to be pretty for him, it wasn't called the "Village of the Bloody Mist" for nothing and failures came with harsh punishments.

Freezing cold greeted the black haired ninja as he plunged into the dark waters along the Land of Lightning's coastline. The moment connected with the water he could feel the shuriken in his skull snap as the cheap quality metal gave way. Panic seized him as he tried to gasp for air and instead sucked in cold water. This in turn caused him to cough and draw in more water. Each passing second brought more cold, darkness and fear. His mind began relying on instinct; he let out a small cough of air and followed the bubbles to the surface. When he broke through he began coughing up the water he had just inhaled. He began spinning around trying to get an idea of where he was, things were fuzzy and he couldn't think. He felt colder than he had ever felt in his life, his life's blood quickly draining into the ocean. His detached himself and let instinct take over. He quickly found some drift wood and clung for it for dear life. He suddenly felt warm, the darkness was beckoning to him, tempting him to let go and be at peace. He knew though, somehow through the fear, panic, and pain that he had to hang on. What surprised him was that he no longer could remember why but he knew he had to, why could come later. It would be a long, long night for the young black haired ninja, but it was only the beginning of his nightmares.

An older man cast a fishing line into the ocean. He had been traveling to collect special herbs he used to treat the people of his village. He had been a medic-nin of Kumogakure in his younger days but had long since retired and moved to a small coastal village. Unfortunately, he was the only doctor in the village and it was a day's trip to the nearest big town. He had come to care for the villagers a little bit and as such he would leave the village to gather important medicines that couldn't be grown or bought. His line began bobbing up and down, "Yes! Tsuki isn't going to be eating salted meat tonight! It's gotta be huge! I'll probably be able to eat for days off this one catch!" The ex-medic reeled in with all his might, and was greatly surprised when he saw a face in the water.

"What the…? Oh my god! Young man? Can you hear me?!" The black haired youth coughed weakly and prompted the doctor to jump in. The doctor quickly pulled the youth into his boat and began performing a diagnosis jutsu. "Oh god." He quickly flipped through several hand signs. A soft green slow surrounded his hands as he began pumping chakra into the boy. 'It's a long shot but maybe…' thought the doctor. Both fortunately and unfortunately the doctor would have tried regardless of how much of a chance he thought a patient had. It had been ingrained into his personality by his sensei back when he had first decided to become a medic-nin. The youth's breathing steadied along with his heart rate. Acting as quickly as he could the medic stripped the boy and dragged him into the cabin and dumped every blanket he had on board and as many clothes as he could around the youth. Once satisfied that the boy was going to be as warm as he could, the doctor sat down at a table and began writing down what had happened, this was an unusual event and needed recording. 'It's up to you now young man.' He thought as he began writing.