The White Streak.
Summary: While looking for a way to defeat Madara Naruto accidentally sends himself back in time and wakes up looking like a younger clone of Jiraiya in a time where the Third Shinobi World War is still going strong.
When Naruto woke up it was in gradual degrees.
His nose twitched at the metallic tang in the air and he grimaced as the coppery taste in his mouth registered, peeling his eyes open he coughed painfully.
It was all over the ground around him and drying on his face and flaking away in small pieces as his fumbling fingers probed blindly for any injuries, the red flakes floating to the floor in a grotesque parody of snow.
His movements felt slow, heavy and deadened, as if someone had drained the life out of him.
And in a way they had…
His sluggish mind was slowly catching up to him, the boy pushed himself up to his knees another scent hit his nose and nearly started gagging.
That wasn't the only thing that had burnt Naruto discovered as he put a hand to his ash blackened arm and bunched the sleeve of his shirt in a fist, grimacing again as it crumbled underneath his fingers.
His skin had obviously been burnt at one point and judging by the blood on and around him he'd been injured pretty badly too. He'd been sleeping long enough for him to be healed completely but the evidence was still all around him.
He was in the process of fully waking up when he discovered his clothes were a complete write off, turning to dust at a touch with the remains of what looked like a scroll wrapped around him!
Letting out a rough squawk Naruto went to cover himself with it and started with shock when it crumbled under his hands, turning into a pile of ash.
Hastily covering himself in a discarded and rather rough sack lying nearby, obviously something that had once been thrown in the bin he'd been sleeping near, Naruto held back a shriek as he looked down at himself, his face morphing into a look of complete shock.
"Oh my god!"
Pulling himself to his feet using the nearby wall for balance Naruto freaked. He'd been turned into a kid!
It took a while to calm himself down and the only thing that was keeping himself from freaking out even more was the small hope that whatever he'd done to himself was hopefully reversible, Sakura or Tsunade would probably be able to turn him back to normal.
Naruto carefully inched his way out of the alley way he'd ended up in, his hands busy with keeping the cloth sack from slipping off him as he staggered, the overlarge and singed sandals on his feet tried to trip him up.
Kicking off the useless footwear the boy shivered and swore sharply to himself when his ankle twisted, making his already difficult walk even harder.
Naruto made slow and limping progress towards the mouth of the alleyway, pausing only to adjust the fit of the sack he'd been using as a sheet, he was small enough that it wrapped around him completely with room to spare.
He felt like he'd tripped face first into the twilight zone, there was no way he was in a genjutsu because prior to this rather unfortunate circumstance he'd been alone, training and trying to figure out a way to get around Madara's time-space ninjutsu. At this point in his training he would have felt it if someone else's chakra intruded on his own.
'Am I dead?' the boy thought to himself as panted, his back braced against a wall. 'Is this this the other world?'
'What a way to go though… and seriously you'd think it would hurt less…' Naruto thought to himself sarcastically as he fought his way back to calm.
No this was something else.
Shivering into the rough material of his sack Naruto couldn't help but think back to what he'd been doing before he'd woken up here in this weird situation.
He'd been trying to figure out a way to defeat Madara, unable to keep up with him regularly Naruto had turned to the toads for more training, not in the Sage arts but in fuinjutsu in an attempt to come up with a way do defeat the rouge Uchiha, maybe even try to recreate his father's technique.
Apparently that had backfired… rather spectacularly if his current situation was anything to go by.
A sick feeling crept up his throat as he took another peek at his hands, he had a feeling that he'd just done something completely impossible…
Navigating through the unfamiliar city unnoticed was surprisingly easy for Naruto, especially when you took into account that all he was dressed in was what basically amounted to an embarrassingly patterned pair of boxers and a rather worn looking sack.
He'd been running rings around Konoha's ANBU since he'd been six years old so it wasn't particularly difficult, it was just annoying.
Then again who in their right mind would want to get caught nearly naked and wrapped in nothing but an over-glorified garbage bag?
He managed to filch some clothes for himself, a pair of shorts and a shirt that was just a bit too big for him. Shrugging into the clothes Naruto gladly abandoned the sack in the first bin he came across and was currently wandering around the city in a near daze, wondering how he was going to explain this to his friends.
Staggering weakly Naruto managed to guide himself to the nearest public rest room and blindly wandered inside with his head spinning.
He'd somehow managed to drop himself into a completely unfamiliar city, he had no idea exactly how far away from Konoha he'd landed and he was obviously in quite a bit of danger, the fourth world war wasn't exactly a safe conflict to be wandering around looking like a lost kid in.
Dizzily weaving over to a sink he grabbed at the ledge of the long sink and pulled himself up with a bit of effort, managing to sit himself with his feet in the sink without falling off.
He reached for the tap, using the cool water to clean off the worst of the ash and blood himself and shoved his head under the stream a moment later, hoping the steady water would soothe some of his stress.
Resurfacing feeling a little more stable Naruto turned the tap off, shook out his hair and ruffled the wet spikes to get rid himself of most of the water only to freeze as the motion brought something to his attention. Eyes widening for the umpteenth time since he'd woken up Naruto dragged a strand of hair in front of his eyes to get a better look at it.
He breathed in a few deep breaths and carefully turned himself around so he could lower himself down out of the sink and to the floor.
He moved to the wall length mirror near the door and stared in stunned disbelief.
The boy looking back at him did the same.
Naruto raised a hand to touch one his unmarked cheeks and collapsed backwards hyperventilating. Wide charcoal coloured eyes stared out of a pale face surrounded with wet and dripping spikes of white, chin-length hair.
'Maybe using Jiraiya's left over ink when I ran out of my own wasn't one of my brightest ideas…' the kid thought faintly to himself, reaching out a hand to touch the cold surface of the mirror and bracing his suddenly weak body against it.
In fuinjutsu blood was unfortunately an important ingredient, without it a seal was about as useful as a scribble and unless one wanted to bleed themselves dry learning the art then mixing blood with ink was a necessity.
He'd found the bottle of ink in the things the old toad sage Fukusaku had given to him along with a nice neat pile of other things that had once belonged to his white haired teacher. God, he hadn't even thought twice about using it, adding some of his own blood to the concoction without realizing it already had some of his teacher's blood mixed in with it already.
Now… he was seeing the consequences.
He looked so different!
Along with his hair everything about him had changed, his skin was no longer tanned and even with his face chubby with baby fat you could tell he would one day have features that were almost delicate. His cheeks were unmarked and missing his unique birthmarks and there was red lining his narrower eyes like eyeliner in an echo of his sage mode.
He didn't look like a complete clone Jiraiya but it was a close thing.
Shaking as he leaning his back against a wall the white haired boy grimaced and pulled up his shirt to look at his stomach, holding the hem in his teeth as his hands formed a basic hand-seal.
Channelling chakra Naruto spent a good few minutes staring at the pale and unmarked skin and promptly broke out into goosebumps.
He was no longer a Jinchiuuriki.
'Oh god no! Please say this isn't happening!'
Barely stopping himself from freaking out the white haired boy slammed outside of the bathroom and back out into the city, chose a direction and simply ran.
He needed to find somewhere quiet so he could check for sure he wasn't housing the Kyuubi and not just tapped out of its chakra, he needed to find out where he was in relation to Konoha to warn everyone that the Kyuubi was free and…
"Ouch! Damn it kid, what the hell? Look what you did to my shirt!"
Naruto stumbled backwards from where he'd ran face first into the complaining guy and landed painfully on his backside.
Scrambling back up onto his feet the now white haired boy mumbled an apology and made as if to walk around him, only to be grabbed by his shoulder and thrown right back to the ground.
The transformed shinobi hit the packed dirt with a grunt and skidded along the street, stopping only when he hit the wall of a nearby building.
Feeling the prick of reaction tears spring up in his eyes at his new scrapes Naruto didn't even let himself rest and instead used the wall he'd hit to help himself to his feet. He didn't have the time to waste letting this bully kick him around, he needed to get to Konoha and he needed to do it fast.
Looking up Naruto pinned the guy who'd thrown him to the floor with his most intimidating glare, one that was probably completely ineffective because of his current transformation and tried not to sneer, he honestly did.
"You jerk! There's nothing wrong with your stupid shirt!" Naruto growled thoughtlessly, wiping the dirt off his face, he'd gained a nice coating of road dust all over him. His hair was probably coated with it since it had been slightly damp when he'd hit the ground.
There was a moments of silence in which both the man he'd bumped into and the white haired boy both paused as each of them stared at the other.
The tension broke when the man started cracking his knuckles.
Naruto winced imperceptibly and faintly wished he hadn't inherited his mothers temper...
Senju Tsunade was sipping at a saucer of sake and was in the middle of a game of black jack in the moments before she heard the commotion outside the bar.
Her teenage apprentice was sitting awkwardly beside her at the table, waiting for her teacher to finish losing all their money so they could move onto the next town, this one was rather rougher than either of them was really used to.
When her unlucky streak broke and she actually won the game she was currently playing she frowned, dumping her sizable stack of gambling chips into the cardboard cup she'd been steadily emptying over the night.
The blond got up from her seat and headed over to exchange the tokens for money, pushing the brimming cup over to the bored looking attendant and waited for her payout.
Lately she'd been noticing a pattern to her gambling, one she was slowly learning to pay attention to. If she lost money there was a relatively good chance her day was going to be a nice and boring, if she won some life would get a little exciting for a while. It was all in proportion to how much she won and how much she lost…
Just now… she'd won more than she'd lost in the last three months.
Handing one of the suitcases filled with money to Shizune and grabbing the other, the blond stalked out of the building intent on outracing whatever trouble was sure to follow such a big turn in fortune.
They didn't even make it halfway down the street.
A small form skidded around the closest corner and bumped into a man loitering nearby, bouncing off the man and over its his feet to land in a painful looking heap in front of them with a wheeze.
The little boy was filthy, undersized and obviously underfed, wearing clothes much too big for him and his hair was a dirty and tangled mess of spikes. A street urchin, judging by his rundown appearance.
Tsunade almost felt her heart stop when the boy looked up and an image of her little brother superimposed over the boy's features momentarily. The impression was only solidified at the boys retort at whatever the man was accusing him of.
"You jerk! There's noting wrong with your stupid shirt!" the boy growled before pausing, an expression crossing his face that made him look like he wanted to cover his mouth with his hands.
Tsunade was never one to sit by idly when children were in danger, she also had about zero tolerance for this particular brand of yakuza, they thought they could push people around just because of their connections.
Handing off the suitcase full of money off to her apprentice Tsunade started cracking her own knuckles, no one got away with hitting children in her presence, especially the ones that looked so much like her little brother!
Batting aside the irate yakuza wannabe with a careless swat that sent the man barrelling down the street Tsunade kneeled down to get a good look at the boy who was staring up at her with wide, and strangely familiar, charcoal grey eyes.
She picked him up by the back of his shirt and slung him over her shoulder, uncaring of the dirt he was covered in. She had several changes of clothes at the hotel she was currently booked in and it wasn't like she'd never get the dirt out.
Ignoring the boy's startled squeak and subsequent shaking she marched away from the scene she'd created and called for Shizune.
She'd drop the kid off at the first respectable orphanage she found, no kid deserved to try and eke out a living out on the streets, especially not a plucky little one like this.
She led the way back to her hotel with the panicked little boy staring over her shoulder at Shizune and dismissed the boy's stress as having just been hoisted off the street by a strange woman who'd just defeated a guy taller than her within less than a second.
It wasn't like she would have guessed the real cause for his stress even if she had known what he was looking at.
Naruto was stunned mute for the first time in his life.
Shizune… the girl following behind Tsunade looked like the woman, her voice even sounded something like hers but the girl he was looking at was quite a few years younger than the Shizune he had known.
He open and closed his mouth a few times but couldn't get anything out that was more than a squeak, his heart was beating fast and the only thing that was stopping him from passing out was his current state of denial.
There was no way this was happening, the jutsu he'd been creating… couldn't have done what he was thinking it had done.
He tried to tell himself he was dreaming or hallucinating, probably trapped in a genjutsu good enough to fool even his trained-to-death senses.
It was only when they passed by the city gates that the denial was washed away by the large sign above the entrance to the city.
Otafuku-gai, he'd landed himself in a city that was less than an half a day's travel away from Konoha and he hadn't recognized it, the city had been made completely unfamiliar due to one very specific reason.
It was almost a mercy when he finally passed out.
He'd been thrown back in time.
Authors Note: This story was written specifically at the request of a very dear friend of mine!
We were discussing how much Bakura Ryo from Yugioh looked like a younger bishonen version of Jiraiya and were having a good laugh at the idea of him being a long lost son of his, we were practically pissing ourselves laughing at the parallels between Ryo and Naruto's character profiles when the idea for this story hit us both at the same time.
Both Naruto and Ryo are something like the personification of black holes when it comes to food, they both know what it's like to have a psychotic blood-thirsty entity in the back of your head that on occasion takes over you and both know what it's like to be alone without any friends.
So here we have the fruit of two devious minds, hope you like it Tora Macaw, this one is for you!
A warning to the rest of you, my friend gets to call all the shots on this fic so whatever she wants goes, if she wants slash (which is highly likely) she will get slash, if she wants Naruto to run around wearing nothing but his birthday suit I will make that happen…
Input from the fans won't be ignored but whatever she wants in this story she will get because I write this story for her.
As for my other fics… when I get my inspiration back for them I will start writing them again, I've hit a writers block concerning them so I won't be going back to those for a while.
Thank you for reading and remember to tell me if you like it?Kono