Everyone knows the famed Obito Uchiha, though they only know him for being a war hero. saving his friend from her kidnapping and saving another from a falling rock, only to be crushed himself. Obito awakes in a cave system of sorts and old man in the middle sitting in a strange chair stuck with 2 things called Zetsu that are way to curious about poop. when he finally escapes with guruguru Zetsu but the zetsu leaves and he's taken away all over again, the last thing he heard of his friends was a loud crack in the air and the stomping of a leaf Shinobi group only left with a hot stinging pain in his eye. he was told Rin and Kakashi we're in danger, now... now he can't do anything. 🛑 Discontinued!🛑

"I LOVE YOU AS YOU HATE ME" His name was Itachi Uchiha, and he was a prodigy. →naruto | itachi uchiha oneshot →scorpion →turtle-ops | april 9, 2019 / april 9, 2019

Shisui Uchiha decides to get a paternity test and it changes the course of history.

Naruto and Sasuke had a child named Menma. It doesn't turn out well when Naruto hates it. They both thought Naruto would love it. They both would talk to it during Naruto's pregnancy. What happened? Sasuke had to work and they couldn't afford a babysitter, Naruto had to deal with it. They found out Naruto had Postpartum depression. He didn't feel attached to the baby. He didn't want to be in the same room as him. Follow Naruto's first experience as a mother until the end. Completed. Modern. M-Preg. A Naruto Fan-Fiction.

Sequel for Pied Piper It's been 8 years since Naruto and Shikamaru disappeared that fateful night. Nothing was the same anymore. All search parties were called off before they even started, Lady Tsunade passed her hat onto Kakashi who resented the position. He wasn't supposed to be the next Hokage......Naruto was. All the remaining Konoha team coupled up and had children. They tried to forget what happened but they couldn't. They still had hope for their friends. Naruto and Shikamaru traveled the world and settled down when Shikamaru became pregnant with twins. Boruto and Shikadai. They decided to go back to their new home. The Hidden Cloud. The boys were now hyper 7 year olds who loved causing trouble around the village. Shikamaru trained them while Naruto adapted to his new position as the Raikage's right hand along with Bee. All was well in the Namikaze household. But like all good things it must come to a halt. The Kage gathering was approaching, this time it will be held in Konoha. Naruto has no qualms seeing his former village again, neither did Shikamaru. The kids were excited to see where their parents grew up but also coming prepared to cause mayhem. All was well on their end. How would the others react seeing them after that night?

After the War Naruto turns rogue for unknown reasons but comes back to lead a certain Nara astray with him. Shikamaru goes through five stages of conversion and he's all ready to leave behind what he once knew. Naruto enchanted him and led him away like the Pied Piper he is. A Prequel Sequel- Staged

"The world is just another name for despair My height is just another diameter for the earth I am all of my joy and anxiety It repeats everyday, the love and hate directed to me" - Reflection, RM Honourable death is not a luxury afforded to Itachi Uchiha, it seems. Death of any kind is not a luxury afforded to Itachi Uchiha. Which, he supposes, is how he finds himself in another dimension. TW - Alluded suicidal ideation, gruesome death, probably torture, mentions of bad things happening to children, more to be added as I update This is a series of relatively short chapters that all tie into each other one way or another. Not entirely sure where I'm going with this but feel free to tag along for the ride. If you know who the original artist of the cover is, feel free to let me know. I do not own Naruto or BNHA, each series belongs to their respective owner. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Stop. Seriously, just stop with all these cliche's. Don't write these please. I beg of you, stop all of the repition. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *POSSIBLE RANT WARNING* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All of these entries are my personal opinions. I'm not forcing them on you. If you don't agree with them then stop reading this. Don't send me hate if our opinions are different. Please keep any negativity OFF of this book altogether. Everyone has opinions and I understand that, but this book is about MY opinion on things I find cliché about Naruto fanfics. You disagree, alrighty, stop reading it. You don't need to tell me that "I'm wrong" or that you disagree in the comments. I will delete negative and disagreeing comments. It's not as a rude gesture or me saying your opinion doesn't matter. It's me doing what's best for myself mentally. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That is all!

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page