… just because I have seen so many stories of time travel that ends with kisses and almost no mention of the love shared between these two brothers (ONLY!). And I hate depressing stories (such as the Uchiha Clan)


Beginnings are always the same, the opposite of the endings. You come crying, and if you're lucky, you go smiling. And of course I ain't one of the lucky ones, I knew that (since a time when I reached for onii-san's hand, since I was –foolish,foolish,foolish- blind for not realizing that those hands would take everything from me, even themselves)

But I didn't go crying either ( like a pathetic person, begging and promising lies that would never be fullfiled), I just smelled the air around me ( tasting the kunais, the battlecries of millions, thetearsthebloodthesweat that the war brings) and closed my eyes. Struck by a dump voice of a dobe in my head that was asking why are you giving up, but I wasn't. I was giving in. Because I fought ( so much, so many people for what seem to be forever), and even I get tired.

When the darkness began to take over me, I wondered if I would finally feel the happiness of seeing that simple smile and feeling those fingers on my forehead, or just go to hell. Because I wasn't stupid, and knew that even if I had good motives, I've done some pretty shity things.

And just like going to sleep when I was a child (with loved ones to hold, because after that sleeping didn't come easy nor good) I went, slowly at first and then all at once.


ok guys tell me what you think

this is my first story and i'm trying my best, so please be gentle

kisses, til next time