The first sensation that greeted my awakening was the cool kiss of dew-drenched grass against my cheek. I blinked, disoriented, and the world swam into focus—a symphony of greens, a canvas painted by the hand of some celestial artist.
I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The air smelled of earth and possibility. The sun, a golden coin, peeked through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Birds—those tireless minstrels—sang their morning sonnets, each note a dewdrop in the symphony.
The forest stretched out before me, an ancient congregation of trees. Their trunks stood like cathedral columns, gnarled and wise. Moss clung to their bark, whispering secrets passed down through centuries. Leaves rustled, a thousand green tongues murmuring tales of forgotten kings and lost lovers.
And the light—the light was something otherworldly. It filtered through the leaves, creating a kaleidoscope of emerald hues. It danced on the surface of the lake, turning ripples into liquid diamonds. I stumbled toward the water, drawn by its siren song.
The lake was a mirror, reflecting the sky's cerulean expanse. Dragonflies flitted above its surface, their iridescent wings catching the sun. Lily pads floated like miniature islands, each harboring a universe of tiny creatures.
I dipped my fingers into the water, and it was as if I touched eternity. Cool, yet alive—a paradox of sensations. Fish darted beneath the surface, their silver bodies weaving intricate patterns. I wondered if they dreamed of flying, just as I dreamed of swimming.
The forest embraced me. Ferns brushed against my legs, and wildflowers nodded in approval. Bluebells, forget-me-nots, and violets—their names whispered by the wind. I knelt, feeling the earth's heartbeat through my fingertips. Roots, like ancient fingers, cradled the soil. Life pulsed here, a rhythm older than memory.
And then, I saw it.... As I gazed into the tranquil surface of the lake, my own reflection staring back at me. The water held memories—the ripples echoing battles fought, friendships forged, and the weight of my lineage. I was Menma Uzumaki, a name whispered in shadows, a shadow of my brother Naruto.
My crimson flash yet amber blaze hair, was unruly as ever, framed my face—a canvas of contradictions. My eyes, central heterochromia, caused around my pupil to be crimson red while nearing the iris was deep blue. They were the colors attained from my parents, a stigma never to be forgotten. I've experienced both worlds and found it both beautiful and terrifying.
The cloak that clung to my form was midnight-blue, it bore no seams, and when I moved, it billowed like a tempest, revealing glimpses of scars on my skin. Each mark told a story—a battle won, a love lost, a promise unfulfilled.
My fingers trailed the water's surface, leaving ripples in their wake. They were slender, almost ethereal, as if they could pluck forbidden knowledge from the depths. Memories surfaced—the taste of utter defeat, the scent of a past almost forgotten, the echo of a man whose innocence is now gone.
And my smile—a paradox. It was both melancholy and mischievous, a crescent moon hiding behind storm clouds. I had seen too much, known too much, and wept with my reality. My smile was a secret shared only with the wind, the trees, and the ancient stones.
As I lingered by the lake, I often wondered: Am I real, or merely a figment of my imagination? Perhaps I was a dream woven into flesh, a character in the cosmic novel of existence. Or maybe—just maybe—I was the ink that flowed between the pages, writing my own story across the fabric of reality.
I stepped away from the water, vanishing among the trees. It was time for me to come to terms with it, Osaze Figaro is dead, and I am Menma. Menma Uzumaki... as I walked, I pondered about the return of my brother Naruto Uzumaki who's actually the mc of this universe it was shocking at first but instead of having one child Minato and Kushina had twins instead and that was how I came to be.
The plot didn't derivate from the original storyline as Naruto did get Kurama sealed in him, he was also treated as he was meant to be treated, he still got manipulated by Mizuki into stealing the Scroll of Seals. He joined team 7, completed his chunin exams and fought Sasuke, Sasuke left... you know the story.
As for me I wasn't given much light because of him being the child of prophecy and etc... we never really saw much of each other to begin with our parents probably thought that sealing Kurama in him and not me would be a good thing and that thought was right for he got all the attraction as he was meant to get leaving me to develop and strengthen myself whilst being a shadow of what he has become.
Nobody would have thought that I would amount to anything but how wrong was that thought perceived to be, during the sealing processes Minato and kushina was performing the nine tails managed to send an unprecedented amount of chakra to me as a last sign of hope. what most doesn't know is that if enough chakra from a tailed beast is consolidated and not interrupted for certain period of time a new tailed beast is born and created.
A similar case would be that of the Gold and Silver Brothers also known as Kinkaku and Ginkaku, who survived by eating the flesh of the beast and thrashed for two weeks until Kurama regurgitated them. Upon escaping the nine tails it was shown that they looked like miniature versions of the beast, due to acquiring a portion of the fox's chakra. A portion! and just two weeks of exposer.... and we know of their results because of that, now I've been exposed since a blastocyst also known as a fertilized egg.
That exposer carried on till birth, Kurama tried killing us when he realized his current host kushina was pregnant in hopes of causing her pain and anguish, sadly it didn't work out.