Retrace and Fix

Chapter 1: Fight fight fight fight fight!

A teen stood alone. Among the field of bodies and ash, blood trailing down his face and hair matted with red colored dirt. But his bright blue eyes remained the same, nothing in them, only cold malice and sneering hate.

"Ah, looks like I did it again.", he muttered happily, running one clawed hand through his blood-stained hair.

"Well, doesn't matter. The bastards deserved it, for trying to kill my clan.", he swept azure blue orbs across the dark scene, not an ounce of pity or remorse in their cold gaze.

"Hmm, what to do next. Maybe I should sleep for a few more decades? Meh, maybe. Or should I actually go and meet my ancestors?", he asked a dead shinobi next to him, one with white hair and liquified limbs.

"Oooooh? A Hōzuki? I forgot they used to be a clan back then! Man, you sure do look like Mangetsu, don't you? I wonder what he'd be saying right now? Probably cursing my name and spitting on my grave for killing his ancestor. *gasp* Maybe you're-his like-great great great something grandfather and now he'll never be born? Hm, interesting. . .", the teen absentmindedly tugged at his reddish hair before pressing his palm to his scalp in exasperation.

"Haaaah, well, fate will make sure he's born either way. That's at least one thing I can guarantee about that damn thing, eh?", he playfully glanced at the body before he perked up and looked at the group of approaching ninja.

"Ah! More playmates!", he cheerfully razzle-dazzled his red painted hands at them, grinning with bloodied teeth.

"Who are you!?", the leader - he assumed - demanded angrily, steely grey eyes narrowed in anger.

"Now now, that's not very nice, is it?"

"Tsurugi asked a question, now answer it you bastard!", a loyal man shouted from beside Tsurugi.

"Damn, how many Tsurugi's are out there?", he mumbled, before ducking his head right when a tagged kunai shot straight at his face.

"My my, aren't we impatient today?"

"Well, if you must know", he jabbed his thumb to his chest, "My name is Uzumaki Naruto! I'm only telling you this because I trust you not to tell anyone, now! I am the holder of the Kyuubi no Kitsune, son of Uzumaki Kushina and Namikaze Minato, Demon Brat of Konoha, and I come from the future!"

The shinobi gave skeptical disbelieving looks, others just stared at him, and Tsurugi looked almost dumbfounded.

"This is classified information, you see. So because of that, I want you to remember this and not to go blabbing to anyone. And I'll make sure of that because", he crouched down onto his hands, grin now a dangerous smirk and bangs overhanging his darkening eyes, "None of you are leaving this place.

Red-orange chakra streaked through the dim air, his features became animalistic, and his skin started to peel. Blue turned white, arms became flesh of black, and his mouth widened, into a horrible jagged maw.

The shinobi stepped back, horrified by the sight before them, and some even made to run. But Naruto had promised they wouldn't leave, and he always keeps his promise.

Black and red blurred, clawed hands outstretched, and mouth hanging open, he latched onto a women's back and teared into her throat, ripping her neck out and spitting the chunks of meat away.

Turning, the monster looked into the eyes of an incoming ninja, and leaped away before bulldozing into him, and sunk burning teeth into man's torso. He shook his head as if to try and get something out, then used the body as a shield against a whole flurry of kunai aimed at his back.

He went on another rampage, he'd see that the next day.