Well, only because its policy, I suppose I require a disclaimer, don't I...
LISTEN UP, cause I'm only sayin it once:
Naruto and all other related characters, locations, and techniques are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, got that?
Ok, lets see, were to start, ah yes, ok this takes place three years after Uchiha Sasuke finally arrived at Orochimaru's place. Though I have read all the manga and seen all the episodes up to this point, I'm taking creative license and saying nothing about then other then flittering missions possibly linked that never were and a great deal of training occurred. A usual three-man team of Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata, and Inuzuka Kiba, while Aburame Shino carries out missions with his father. The teams are mixed up, but as for Naruto, those are the people he's usually with. Anyhow, enjoy.
(5:00 AM Orochimaru's Castle)
(Faint lighting, hallyway, random cells litter it, no rooms or exits in sight)
With nearly three full years past, and the ability to use his Kinjutsu again, Sasuke is in danger of being lost forever. For as strong as he has grown under the guidance of Kabuto and Orochimaru, the cursed seal still taints him, and Orochimaru's power is unrivaled to his.
"Well, even I am growing impatient," thought Orochimaru to himself, "with only 78 hours until the strength of the Uchiha, the Sharingan is mine"
"Orochimaru-Sama" Said Kabuto, breaking Orochimaru from his thoughts.
"What is it, Kabuto?"
"Its about the transfer, surely we will be attacked within the next three days. Even if they admit Sasuke-Kun is out of their reach, they will try to detain or, if it is necessary, kill him to prevent you from attaining his power."
"Yes, I am expecting it, however I am not worried in the least," a wicked smile flew across his hidden face and an evil glint resided in his eye, "you and I are strong, and Sasuke-Kun will protect us as well, he is not ready to let us die, for he came seeking my power did he not."
At that moment the sound of footsteps began echoing down the corridor. A young man dressed in long robes, with a high raised collar to conceal the bruise like mark on the back of his neck. Cold black eyes, that upon first sight may appear blank and empty, but to those who look hard enough, or know them well enough, they are eyes filled with years of hate, anger, and pain, with a murderous intent at a man who he had not seen in a very long time. This black hair, though untended in entirety, as, the owner had no love or care for appearance, no love, no care, for anything, but revenge.
NEXT TIME: The Man With No Heart, No Mind, and No Furure
Note: I usually indent on each paragraph, and I do a lot of other HTML tags (using XHTML) however, this site doesn't show them, so try not to focus on the formatting, and instead the content P Anyhow, comments, reviews, constructive criticism, and even a blunt rant of what you don't like, they're all welcome on this and on every other addition to it.