A/N- I don't own Naruto.
Prologue
A young man with jet black hair stands on a bluff, which overlooks a shallow valley. His arm is raised, thunder flowing from the dark sky to meat his palm. He laughs. Staring at his eyes, one would realize that they clouded over with just a hint of dementia. Another man rides tonight. A blond shinobi with a forehead protector bearing the symbol of the HiddenLeafVillage is darting tree to tree. His speed is overwhelming, invisible to a normal human's eye, and he is searching for an unknown target. Coming to a clearing, he pauses, realizing this is the place he has sought out for so long. His heartbeat races, and he sees the other ninja. He steps out into the valley, and for the first time in years, their eyes meet.
A/N- Erm... Strange huh...?