Cascading
Prologue
Hello!
So… Exams are finally over and I'm baaack! This is story, Cascading, is a fic that I'm starting and actually planning to finish. (Unlike my previous works, this one has everything drafted and planned.. o.O) But then, since school stuff always comes first (which totally sucks) I can't promise anything, but I'll see what I can do. I hope you'll enjoy, despite my poor English and such (can't help it, English is not my mother tongue) and hopefully drop a review or two? :P They really make my day!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Cuz if I do Naruto is gonna be 18+ and well.. that can't be too bad *hides behind Jiraiya*
So… Here goes!
Cascading
The stench of blood lingering on the masked boy was so thick that it left an invisible trail behind him, not drifting away easily even in the fresh breeze of dawn. The boy paid no heed. Leaping swiftly from one branch to another giving out not even a creak as he landed he raced through the canopy of green with all the grace of a wounded swan.
Pained.
He landed and knelt heavily on a sturdy bark, the thick layer of moss on it masking his landing. Panting heavily, he raised a scratched hand to adjust the cracked anbu mask on his face. The first rays of sunlight broke through the tranquil forest. He squinted at the newfound light. At the same time he carefully felt the damp, heavy, almost-spherical object he had wrapped in a piece of tattered cloth and had slunk over his shoulders. He reached for the strings at the opening hesitantly, but decided against it. He idly wondered if this would be enough a warrant. But then, if this was not enough, then what was?
Getting back to his feet he made a leap again. He was exhausted. He did not know what exactly called him to head back, perhaps a blond moron?
But now his brother's skull was slunk over his shoulders and he was so worn out that he couldn't move –then why was he moving at all?
The only place he wanted to be in was the very one he had abandoned three years ago.
He was not sure how Konoha would treat him. They could execute him, for all he knew. Then why come back?
The crimson sharingan only held a tranquil charcoal black when the tall, foreboding gates of Konohagure finally came into view. He stepped into the morning light, soaking in the cascading light and warmth and a reminiscence of a smile almost lighted up his pale cheeks.
He could almost hear him now.
You're so late Teme!
Author's Notes: That's the prologue. I know it's way too short but that's what prologues are supposed to be like right? This is actually an adaptation from my one-shot Elegy for the Wronged. Won't turn out the same of course, I changed quite a bit of stuff. Reviews? Please? I'll update in the week! I promise! (At least that's the case if there's at least one reviewer, cuz or else I'm taking this down before it gets too embarrassing for me OTL) So, reviews? Please?
-ZuiYue 醉月