Author's note: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction so I'll be forever grateful if you rate & review! Please let me know what you think!

Also, just a heads up, I published this FanFic before the release of Naruto Gaiden so my story will diverge quite a bit from anything canon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Prologue

History is a funny thing. Time and time again humanity has made mistakes. Time and time again humanity has made the promise to learn from their mistakes, to never repeat their mistakes. Yet history has the audacity to challenge humanity, to test their limits. And with a new generation comes a new challenge, a challenge in the form of blood-red hair and stark black eyes.

Against all odds, history has the audacity to repeat itself.

Bolt Uzumaki

Bright, yellow hair whizzes through the streets of The Village Hidden in the Leaves. Onlookers are shoved to the side as the boy hurries past them, laughing obnoxiously loud as he carries away the stolen Hokage's hat. Behind him, a couple of Chunin ninja struggle to keep up, yelling vulgar phrases his way while trying to catch their breath all the same. The boy jumps over rooftops and ducks under balconies, sprints through narrow alleyways and emerges behind crowded shops. He was unstoppable! Come catch me now, dad!

Sarada Uchiha

The young Uchiha watches behind spectacles as the boy continues to successfully evade the pursuit of Chunin shinobi. She scoffs at the scene. All this ruckus for a stupid hat. She knows he'll be caught eventually, not by the Chunin but by his own father. Always the same story with a recurring theme. And soon enough, there he is, the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village, a spitting image of the son that lay before him. Sarada watches as the Hokage scolds his son with a bitter sweet satisfaction. Although she enjoys watching the chase, the apprehension remains to be her favorite part of the show, not because the boy is caught but because he finally receives the attention he's been yearning for. Sarada smiles and walks away, wondering if she'd be no different than the boy had her father spent more time in the village.

Rinali Uchiha

Branches and twigs scrunch in an otherwise quiet afternoon in a forest within The Village Hidden in the Mist. Red hair bounces across the small back of a girl who lurks under the shadows of a canopy of leaves. Her mother is near, looking, listening. But having a sensory-type as a mother combined with years of failed evading on the girl's part has only served to enhance her chakra-concealing abilities. She will be caught today, no doubt, but not before she gets an inch farther than yesterday, an inch closer to leaving the Mist, and maybe, just maybe, an inch closer to seeing her father.