Chapter One: Kukikio

There were many signs that something was wrong, the first was the sound of birds signing in the distance, the second was the fact that she wasn't in any pain. The fourth shinobi war had been going on for more then five years, and she had lost most of her friend's.

Naru only groaned as she looked at the blue sky, the breeze was gentle as it pushed the branches of the trees above her.

'Blue sky? Trees?' she thought turning around, she picked up a lock of long white hair. Her seal had worked, how far into the past she had gone she didn't know, she didn't care at the moment.

She in a forest, it wasn't just broken up land, there weren't any scars on the land. Despair wasn't hanging in the air, she could it was there, so she didn't arrive during any time of peace. Through she would be surprised if she did.

Naru could play her hands in the river next to her, pushing herself up, a giant grin on her face. Looking at her face, she placed her hand on her check. She was covered in blood, and it looked like she hadn't had a bath in three years. She was pretty sure she didn't smell nice either.

Her clothes weren't any better, but she had placed a few different styles in a seal. She could blend in from the warring era, through she knew a kimono styled outfit was a safe bet.

Pulling off her dirty orange jacket and shorts, she only glared at them. She didn't think she could look at the colour the same again. Tobi's mask was orange, and he was the reason Madara had came back. He was the reason her sensei had been killed, along with Gai.

"Poor Lee," she whispered to herself, scrubbing her skin clean. She would burn her clothing the first chance she got, Naru didn't need the consent reminders. She had a feeling she would be getting a lot of nightmares.

Placing a hand over her seal, she knew it would be a year or two till she could talk to Kurama. He would be fusing with his past self, along with going through his old memories.

She hated the fact that she came back as a child, but when she saw pale skin she only smiled. Naru knew she would make it, no one would know that she was Kurama's prison.

"I guess I should take a bath," she whispered to herself. "Now I have freedom, no more Naru Uzumaki. Now I'm Kukikio. Oh, Sakura, if you only you came with me."

-Snow-

"If only I could find a clue of were I ended up," she whispered to herself, she didn't know what era she was in, but she had to remove herself from her first spot. "Any, I wish those notes weren't so damaged."

She hated the fact that seal removed pigment from her hair and eyes. In fact, she hated the fact that she reminded herself of Tobirama of all people.

Blinking, she only watched a figure ran past her, knocking her onto her bottom. Kukikio knew she had more careful, she couldn't afford to be so spaced out.

"I'm sorry," he told her helping her up. He froze when he saw her appearance, she reminded him of his brother. Through he hoped she wasn't like him. "I didn't see any one there."

"Guess we both made the same mistake," Kukikio told him, he remained her of Lee and Gai, she didn't care what he was wearing as long as he didn't start wearing green.

If he did, she didn't know what she'd do. So until then, she'd put up with the strips. Through she doubted she was any better, since she was wearing a plain blue kimono.

"Is something the matter," she asked he hadn't move a muscle in five minutes. "Hello? Hello, earth to brown haired moron. No wonder he called me an idiot."

She only placed her hands on her hips, before pushing him into the river. It worked with Sasuke, so she was better sure it would work with him.

"Huh?"

"Just what I feared?"

"How?"

"I pushed you," she told him, crossing her arms. She hated being ignored, hated, hated it. "You were really out of it."

"Hashirama, my name's Hashirama," he told her, he was glad she was the only one who saw him like that. He was pretty sure his father would have punched, after he killed her. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Hashirama," she told him, a smile on her face. She was in the warring era, at least she knew she could trust no one. "I'm Kukikio. You might want to get out of the river. You might not want to catch your death."

"You're the one who pushed me."

"You wouldn't happen to know where we are?"

"Naka River. Why?"

"I was a bit lost."

"Is anyone with you?" Hashirama asked as he let Kukikio pull him from the river. "Parents, siblings?"

"Don't have any. I'm an orphan," Kukikio told him, blinking as he dropped to his bottom, hugging his knees to his chest as a black cloud hanged itself over his small form. "Do you have bi-polar? Or is this a one time thing?"

Hashirama only looked at her. He hadn't meant to offend her, but she didn't look offended. She looked puzzled, tilting his head to the side he pictured her expression on Tobirama's face and started laughing.

"Is something funny?" she asked, he had been muttering apologies one minute and almost killing himself with laughter the next.

She looked around herself for a rock, she really wanted to throw one at his head, or even punch him into the nearest tree. Instead she only sat down and waited for him to finish.

"So you live by yourself?" he asked. If she did, then she went against everything he had been told. Children wouldn't be able to live by themselves.

"Yea."

"How long."

"Mum died when I was born."

"You're father."

"I don't know," she told him. She did know, but she looked like a Senju, so she might as well make a story were Hashirama couldn't accuse her of lying down the road. "They told me she came by herself, never mentioned anyone."

"I know," Hashirama said, he had always wanted to achieve peace and his mother told him, the first step was to start small. Make friends. "Friends?"