Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Sasuke would be a ficus. Why a ficus? Because I roll that way, man.

Summary: The End has come…and gone. With the aftermath of one of the greatest battles in Konoha's history fresh in his mind, the traitor unknowingly sparks a perilous game of tag that cycles throughout the village. Follow each successive character as they share their perspective on the return of Uchiha Sasuke.

Chapter One: Ambivalent Aftermath

A soft breeze roiled along the cold, tiled floor.

Leftover chakra from the conflict of the two mighty powerhouses flitted about, collecting and dissipating in the corners and eaves of the great Uchiha secret meeting place. The chakra itself was short lived, only providing brief light in the sea of black that coated the cavern, before dying out.

Darkness lay like a shroud over the two figures in the center of the battlefield, concealing the fighters from the eyes of any observer, had one been there to watch such a fight.

Now, a soft sound filled the echoing hideout, bouncing off the walls in the faintest of ways.

Closer inspection revealed the first of the two figures, lying on the ground, was the source of the noise. The figure was gasping, each breath it shakily took rattled its entire body, threatening the tenuous grasp of the figure on the thin thread of life.

The second figure, in better shape, moved once, and then slowly unfolded from its curled position on the floor. Blood, hot and red and fast, poured from a gaping wound in its center. The figure's dark, dead eyes moved slowly, focusing and unfocusing, until they reached the second figure on the floor. There they stopped, and narrowed into slits of rage.

"Heh…"

"You've done well…little….brother…."

The hollow words were spat from the first figure, lying prone on the ground. Gashes and wounds ran the length of its body, most notably a burn mark on its chest. The burn was awful, darkening in the center over the figure's heart, ending in an almost-black hole. Blood pooled about the figure, and when he turned his head, dark hair fell around a dying face.

"So well…in fact-"

Here the man broke off into a coughing fit, each hacking bark punctuated by a few droplets of blood flying out. He disregarded this, and went on:

"That I'll give you a reward."

The second figures eyes widened imperceptibly, and then narrowed even further.

"You liar. What could you have that I possibly want?"

Here the first figure grinned maniacally, and leaned his head closer to the first figure.

"What you want? Why…the Truth, of course."

And here he spoke, pale, bloody lips moving, but no, how could that be? Those words he is speaking…make no sense, can't be real, can't be true, can't be can't be can't be…..!

The lips stopped moving, and twisted into an ugly smirk.

"And that's the truth, my foolish…little..bro-"

"SHUT UP!"

And with that exclamation of rage, the raven haired figure plunged his sword into the very center of the burn, into the very core of his brother's being.

His eyes, so red, so bloody, flared up once…then faded into the glassy stare of the dead.

Uchiha Sasuke was the last living Uchiha, doomed to his fate by the sword in his brother's body.

And with that knowledge in mind, he promptly fainted onto the icy, blood covered floor.

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Voices echoed softly through his mind, drifting in and out like skittish birds.

"Look at this place…what happened here?"

A light peered into his mind…

"My god, look at those two…"

Blood-stained hands stilled as he became numb

"Is that who I think it is?"

Nothing mattered anymore…it was over, it was done…

"Call the ANBU!"

He paid no heed to them, losing interest as he fell into unconsciousness' sweet embrace.

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Pale eyelids opened, exposing his dark eyes to the world around him, and he groaned softly as the harsh light seared through his still-sensitive vision.

White…white…curtains? Cloth? Sheets? He suppressed a curse and looked about him.

Yep, no doubt about it. He was at a hospital. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised; after all, the battle that was fought couldn't be classified as anything less than epic. That and they hadn't exactly been discreet. In fact, one could say that the Konoha nin had been rather oblivious, not noticing such a large expenditure of chakra in such a relatively small space.

He shifted in his bed, scrunching the sheets between his hands. He ran a palm over his arm, checking for scars that he knew should be there. But no, the morning sun roiled perfectly over unblemished skin. Here he stilled, and instead looked out of the window to his left. The sky, so blue, so close, had but a few clouds in it, each cloud tinted lightly with cyan. A sound echoed off to his right. He tried to make it out, but the words were hazy, his sight fading as he strained to see.

The door opened abruptly. A pretty, statuesque nurse strode in, her body clad in a white lab coat, her hair concealed by a black beret. She was clutching a clipboard tightly to her side, her neck twisted as she turned to finish what she was saying to the person outside the door. She shut said door behind her, then turned to the waiting patient.

Dully, Sasuke noted that her face was curiously blank, devoid of emotion. In fact, her apathy rather surprised him. Not that he'd let it show.

She stepped brusquely to his side, and without another word began to run her hands along various injuries and breaks, checking pulse, reading heart rate, and touching specific chakra points along his arms. Her examination complete, she turned to leave.

Without thinking, Sasuke reached out and touched her coat. Whirling around, she slapped his hand and narrowed her green eyes.

" Don't touch me , Uchiha."

With that, she pivoted on her heel and strode out of the room. He was left with his usual apathetic face on, a single raised eyebrow showing all the emotion he needed.

Looks like little Sakura has changed, huh?

Tag

Hello, and welcome to the beginning of TAG. My name is Cazz, and i'll be your host this evening!

Constructive critism is greatly appreciated, as this is my first writing on about the story. TAG takes place after chapter 367 in the manga. It will always end with the word "Tag", as a way to convey that the last person who was touched by the current narrator will be the new narrator in the next chapter. For example, as Sakura was the last person that sasuke touched, she will be the narrator of the story.

Also, a note. This story was ORIGINALLY going to be sasusaku, but now, re-reading it, i can't promise it'll stay that way.i mean, the thing with sasusaku is that after a while, it all becomes the same. i'll try to spice it up a bit, i promise!

Now, if you please, review! i promise it won't take long, and whether you liked it or hated it, a review is a wonderful inspiration.