A Trip To The Past

chapter 1: how it started

Red. That is the only color I can see right now as I stared out at the battlefield. The trees, the ground, the buildings, and even the people. These people covered in the color red were non other than:

Naruto and Aimi Uzumaki.

We are the last survivors of the fourth shinobi world war; a red colored battle. We have learned to hate the color red, even though it's ironic that that's the color of my hair. Everything we see is red. It's disgusting. How could one shinobi do this? Well, he did have the tail beasts. All except for one. The one who was sealed inside me and Naruto.

The wind was blowing, my red and my brother's golden hair swaying with it. One could almost not tell my brother's hair color because of the blood covering it, even though mine was also covered in blood no one could tell because my hair is naturally red. Tears of sadness were streaming down our faces.

'It's over, but at what cause? Everyone is dead and the way Naruto and I are going, we will soon join them.' I thought sadly. My chakra was almost gone and so was my brother's. We were going to die soon and I knew it.

"Not yet." A voice said in my head, a voice that I haven't heard in a while. I turned my head and saw that Naruto had heard it too.

'What do you mean, Kurama?’

"I can send both of you back."

'There's a catch, isn't there?’ I asked, knowing that I was right.

"Correct, I don't have control over when or where you'll end up."

I turned to Naruto and saw him nod at me, telling me that he was okay with it.

'Do it.' I said without a second thought and white light blinded my vision. I don't care when or where we end up. I just want to save them.