Author's Notes: Hey guys! This is my new story and if you haven't read my other two stories, Orphaned Legacy and Illusory Reality, then you should! Hahah…we I'm not sure if I should continue this story either, so please tell me what you think! Don't forget to review…now, on with the story and read the warning. Nothing is established so please give suggestions.

You know what? Since it just seemed too problematic with all the questions and such, I'll just make it no slash for now as it has yet to be decided. People keep asking and questioning and I don't really care either way, making it up to you guys. It's really tiring with people keep on asking me about it, and if it is a problem for you, then please, you can choose not to read my story. I can't give an answer to the people who seek one right now, so I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Mangekyou's Blessing

Prologue

Naruto jumped from tree to tree, scanning his surroundings for any enemy nins, or more specifically for a certain slimy snake. His cerulean eyes flashed red for a moment, filled with the utmost feeling of loathing and hatred. Orochimaru would pay. Oh yes, the snake would pay dearly for what he had done and die by his own hands and no one else's. The blonde wanted no one else but himself to feel, to have that sweet, bitter satisfaction. Uchiha Madara, too, also had once been originally on the top of that list but he and his "counterpart," as he called it, Tobi, were deposed of in the very beginnings of the war as a last act against the Akatsuki.

It was not a moment to celebrate as many lost their lives in the battle. Nearly all of the original Rookie Nine were killed in action, the only left being himself and…Sasuke.

For that matter, the other Uchiha and snake bastard had both not only single handedly ruined his life, but everyone else's as well. From the very beginning, Madara had summoned the Kyuubi unto their plane—him being the reason for the attack, which in turn forced the Yondaime to seal the demon inside of him. Orochimaru, on the other hand, created the Sound village and officially issued the Third Shinobi War from the front lines years after his first attack during the chuunin exams, a time in which he also killed the Third Hokage, and not to mention turning his best friend a traitor and missing-nin. Well, ex-best friend, Naruto had given up in bringing him back after Sakura relieved him of his promise as she died in his arms, killed by the red eyed Sharingan user himself.

The war was soon going to come to a close, Naruto could feel it. The time for the body switch also drew nearer and the other villages grew antsy at the awaited occasion. Orochimaru was, no doubt, at the height of his power and stronger than ever imaginable in personal and economical stature with the Sound village holding the numerous allies that they did. The need for the switch made everyone, especially Konoha, on edge and nervous with anxiety. If the snake was still willing with how strong he has become now, then just how powerful would he be when he inhabited the Uchiha's body? No one knew, and that did nothing to relieve the uneasiness that they undoubtedly held.

Naurto sighed heavily, absentmindedly fingering a lock of blonde hair that blew across his face. It was hard to believe that his whole life was based on a thin web veiled with lies and deceit, but it was to be expected in the life of a ninja.

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"Hokage-sama, Uzumaki Naruto is here to speak with you." A porcelain mask of the Anbu on guard outside her door came into her vision. The Slug Sannin was not having a good day, and she was pretty sure that the local blonde vessel of the village wasn't going to leave very happy at the end of this meeting either.

Tsunade sighed, taking one last sip from her sake bottle, "Send him in."

A moment later, a familiar seventeen year old, blue eyed blonde, whiskered boy sauntered into view. As the Godaime looked at him, she couldn't help but notice the nearly identical image of the late Yondaime. He had certainly grown into a handsome, incredibly talented ninja that climbed the shinobi ranks with great celerity.

"What is it, baa-chan? I have a lot of training to do." Naruto said with an irritated tone, but the amusement dancing in his eyes gave him away. "Gaki!" The blonde woman threw her empty sake bottle at him, "Don't call me that!" she yelled, smiling fondly at him throughout the encounter while Naruto skillfully dodged the projectile with a feline grace, moving as little as possible. "So, what is it that you wanted to speak with me about?"

"Your heritage."

The blonde froze, lifting his head slowly to meet her eyes. "Are you serious?" he whispered in a strained voice, face expressing an emotion between sorrow and happiness before he settled for a blank look.

Tsunade's eyes were narrowed with a serious expression on her face. "Do you think I would be?" she asked casually, but the other blonde didn't give her an answer. "What about it?" the blonde asked curtly, startling the Sannin. "W-what?

The blonde's cerulean eyes narrowed dangerously. "What about my heritage is so important that you would tell me this now?" Naruto asked in a quiet, hard voice. "Why now? Is it really that important?"

"Yes. It is," she sighed, "I just want you to know about your family, Naruto, or at less of them. I would think that you would have wanted this."

"Well, I don't, okay!" he stood up, running his hands through his hair, "I-I…I don't know. Maybe I do, but all this time I thought that no one knew who they were and—I don't know, it's just…" he sighed in agitation, walking over to the window with a view over the village, once again running his hand in a familiar gesture through his bright blonde hair.

Tsunade's sympathetic brown eyes stayed on his back as he gazed out the window. "I can't necessary say that I understand, Naruto." she spoke softly, but quickly adopted a serious expression in its place, speaking sternly, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what I can say—what you want me to say to you, but I can't just tell you what you want to hear." She watched as his back stiffened and grew tense. Sadness flickered across her face for a moment as he turned back, lying across his seat rather carelessly.

"I can't make you do it, you know." She opened her top right drawer, taking out a file and placing it onto her desk face down, using her finger to slide it across the smooth, cool surface. "It's completely your decision."

The blonde's eyes looked up at her through his hair, and Tsunade suddenly felt a chill go down her spine as those intense cerulean eyes met her own. He slowly leaned forward, placing his forearms on his knees, head bowed with his hair shadowing his face. The blue eyed teen leisurely reached out and took hold of the file before pushing it back across the desk. "Then do us all a favor and burn these files because I never want to see them again."

With that, Naruto stood, turned on his heel and swiftly left the room, leaving nothing but the soft echoing of his footsteps behind.

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"Sasuke…"

The last Uchiha turned to his direction, standing on a tree branch a small distance away. It was a wonder why he still stood by Orochimaru's side after achieving his "ambition" long ago. Especially since he knew that his time was running short before Orochimaru would be exchanging bodies soon. There was something, something more underneath that Naruto just couldn't see. Having seen those that constantly flanked the Uchiha, it wasn't hard to see who was planning to betray who. The snake was going to be fooled by a snake far more cunning and sly than even himself, and Orochimaru would regret and wonder where he went wrong in creating something he could no longer control. Well, he would, but too bad for him that Naruto had dibs on his head first.

There was one thing that he knew for sure, though. There was no doubt that the boy that had once been his teammate had grown quite graciously into a man, he just possessed a few…ah, let's say feminine features. He was quite handsome with his thin lithe body and his well sculpted face that completed his whole "pretty boy" look.

There was a philosophy where two types of pretty boys existed. The first being when the boy or man actually does look a bit on the feminine side or held androgynous characteristics, which is where Sasuke now stood. The second is when a boy or man has…soft masculine features.

The years have definitely favored the Uchiha in this aspect and no one in their right mind could deny this, but he definitely wasn't the only who to change over the number of years. Gone was the boy who was loud, brash, and orange-loving to an experienced, well-trained shinobi. His hideous orange jumpsuits were all trashed and destroyed with a simple Katon jutsu within the first week of training with the super pervert. After a proper burial and time for mourning, his jumpsuits that always seemed to scream for a target, were replaced with a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt and dark green pants that stopped above his ankles where bandages were tightly wound as well as around his forearms to his knuckles from under his shirt. A black cloak rested over his shoulders, displaying his headband around his neck proudly for all to see. Naruto's golden blonde hair grew longer above his shoulders and hanging over his eyes, parting to the side. The only thing that seemed relatively unchanged and the same were his eyes that have become more intense and beautiful. His face was unseen through the mask that he adorned. The blonde's most surprising trait, though, was his height, going from the shortest of the Rookie nine to one of the tallest at nearly six feet.

Sasuke's image flickered and he just vanished as red met cerulean in the next instant as the Sharingin-user was just inches from his person. Naruto didn't react, choosing to merely blink and stare into his dark coal eyes.

"How long has it been, Sasuke?" he spoke, sounding curious and mocking, shifting his gaze beyond the man that stood before him.

The raven haired man didn't respond, reaching out to cup the side of Naruto's face with his left hand. He slowly lowered it, efficiently hooking his forefinger under the blonde's mask. Naruto's eyes sharpened, narrowing dangerously before immediately grabbing unto the Uchiha's wrist, preventing him from exposing the bottom half of his face.

"How long has it been since I what, Naruto? Since I betrayed that pathetic village, or since we last saw each other?" he smirked. The reaction he received was something that the raven haired man didn't expect, though. The blonde laughed and tightened his grip on his wrist.

"Take your pick." He spoke calmly, the amusement dancing across his face giving him away, or at least his eyes did. Sasuke had long ago removed his finger from Naruto's mask, but the blonde kept his iron grip on his wrist. Dark eyes narrowed as he snapped, using his free arm to grab the Kyuubi vessel's collar, pulling him even closer.

"What the hell is so funny!" he snarled. Naruto simply smirked from under his mask, "Maa, so easy to anger, ne Sasuke?" causing the man in front of him to growl and tighten his hold, lifting him a bit higher.

"What's with that look? It'll give you wrinkles, you know. It doesn't become of you, Sasuke, you're too…pretty."

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"Baa-chan!" Naruto burst into her office completely unforeseen. Tsunade's brow twitched a bit as she scowled at either the nickname or the interruption, but that was left unknown. "What are yo-"

"What the hell is happening to me?" he interrupted her, gazing at his hair as he threaded his fingers through it. The Godaime sighed, "I don't know wh-"

"My hair is turning white for Kami's sake!" The blonde spoke as calmly as the swelling of panic would let him, staring at the pale shade of blonde bordering white colored hair as it fell in front of his face. The blonde woman merely smirked at him. Payback time. "Maybe it's a sign of old ag-"

"And my eyes are changing colors." he motioned towards his eyes while Tsunade twitched again, "Stop interrupting me, gaki!" she shouting but her words were ignored and lost in his rant.

"Every time I look at myself in the mirror, my reflection flickers and changes into someone else." Naruto stopped his pacing and sighed before sitting heavily into the chair across her desk, placing his head in his hands. "What the hell is happening to me?" he whispered, voice coming out tired and wary.

"I'm not surprised by your changes." She leaned back into her chair as Naruto stared at her, surprise evident in his eyes. "It's approaching your eighteenth birthday, isn't it?" the Slug Sannin stated more than asked, taking a scroll from her drawer and tossing it to him.

"You're giving me my birthday present while I'm telling you about my crisis right now?" Naruto asked incredulously, holding the scroll up for emphasis.

Annoyance flashed in her eyes, "Well, if you would sit down, shut up, and listen, you'll see why your 'present' is actually quite important in this situation."

Sighing at the headache that he knew was coming, the blonde reluctantly sat down. "Okay, I'm listening."

Nodding in satisfaction, she began, "You know the seal that is placed on your stomach by the Yondaime?" Naruto rolled his eyes, "How can I not know?"

She ignored him, lacing her fingers together thoughtfully. "Contrary to belief, your seal is actually made up of five separate, very complex blood seals by the Fourth himself. Each serves a different purpose, helping in making the seal function as a whole smoothly inside and out without too many problems.

Naruto sat contemplating this for a moment before nodding his head slowly in understanding. "So what exactly do each of these seals do?" he asked cautiously.

"I won't get too much into the logistics of it, as I myself don't really know much about it in depth." she spoke. "To begin, the first seal is purely designed to simply keep the demon at bay. The second, which is placed on top of the first, is to make sure your chakra pathways don't reject the foreign chakra and flow as easily as possible without mixing the two entities together. If I recall, this is why you previously had such difficultly in terms of your chakra control. Now, the third seal, placed on top of the other two, poses to convert the Kyuubi's chakra into your own slowly, which should theoretically cause the fox to eventually fade out of existence. That is, only in theory, of course. Although, since the process is extremely slow; it is most likely not to happen in this lifetime if it were actually to be true. The next is the fourth seal. It is single-handedly the most crucial and important portion of the whole. It essentially keeps the other seals functioning and flowing smoothly without them actually interfering and coinciding with each other. This particular seal was different from the rest because it unfortunately required the blood of both the sealer and the one whom the seal would be placed upon."

Tsunade paused, momentarily gathering her thoughts, "Basically, as a result, err, well," she sighed, scratching the top of her head in irritation. "How do I put this?"

"Just say it already." Naruto said in a flat voice, his eyes staring up at the ceiling and his seemingly relaxed pose that clearly displayed his boredom of the situation. He didn't fool her, though. The Sannin saw how the boy would periodically glance at her with barely concealed attentive eyes and the tension and stiffness of his muscles as he rested in his "relaxed" position in his chair. No. He didn't fool her at all.

"It generally made you how you are now." She waved her arms around trying to find the right words, but it only served to confuse the boy even more.

Looking at her weirdly, the blonde opened his mouth. "What the hell does that mean?"

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, Tsunade rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of the headache that she knew was coming. "Let's start from the beginning, then, I'm sure that you will have a clearer understanding of what I mean after I'm done explaining." She was in no mood for his interrupting and antics right now. Although, he had been doing quite a good job in keeping his mouth shut so fa-

"Are you going to stare at me all day, or tell me what this has to do with all these changes." He did a motion across his person dramatically for emphasis as Tsunade felt like hitting herself over the head, thinking that she could seriously use a drink at the moment. Yeah, so much for keeping his mouth shut. A good job, indeed.

Sighing once again, Tsunade decided to handle the situation from a different approach. "Tell me, what do you know about seals that require the blood of both the caster and the…victim."

Naruto tilted his head back, closing his eyes and tapping the arm of his chair thoughtfully for a few moments. "Hmm, well, I know that if the blood should mix, it can affect the appearance of the victim and possibly even their genetic structure, but that's all I really know." he spoke, tapping his chin. "I've never actually really delved in those particular types of seals." Tsunade nodded in acceptance. It wasn't as if blood seals or seals for that matter were a highly studied art form, as it was a very complex procedure, taking years of dedication and practice to even be on a level that was remotely acceptable.

The Fifth opened her opened, ready to explain the last seal. "The fifth and final seal, placed on top of all the others is extremely different from the other four. It doesn't require any blood at all, but does require a large amount of time, concentration, and chakra." the blonde paused for a moment.

"And?" Naruto leant forward, inquiring with a neutral tone, a feeling of foreboding settling in the pit of his stomach.

"It was a master seal that finalized the other four, as the fourth seal was basically the only thing holding everything in together. The Yondaime needed another seal to keep everything in one piece. He specifically created part of the seal to act as a catalyst especially in concerns about your image." Although the feeling of anxiety only increased, the blonde couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in interest.

Tsunade hesitated, letting out a deep breath, "The fourth seal began to change your image and after the sealing process was over, your image was unstable and would constantly flicker from one to the other. Fortunately, the Yondaime thought of a backup, which was the catalyst, but it took time to settle in. That was pretty much all we could do as the few villagers that saw this began to fear the demon had taken over, using this situation completely to their advantage."

"I still don't understand how my image can change like this and why."

"It's simple, really. The usage of both yours and the Fourth's blood together created a defensive wall like a genjutsu that adopted the image of the Yondaime. Thankfully, it didn't reconstruct or tamper with your genetic composition. The catalyst was made to merely hold until your eighteenth birthday."

"There's still one thing I don't understand..." his confused voice trailed off.

She caught on to what he was saying, speaking in a resolute manner. "No one knew except my sensei. You must know that the Third had no choice but to forge the files, stating that you were the Fourth's son. He told no one of your true heritage, or even of your fake one. People just assumed and he let them. No one knew and Sarutobi kept it that way, behind closed doors and sealed files."

"But why?" the blonde's voice cracked, coming out rough and hoarse. Tsunade flinched, the Hokage couldn't see the blonde's face but that one question was layered with so much hurt and betrayal that she almost regretted telling him in the first place.

"It was to protect you because even if it wasn't publicly announced, it was immediately presented before the council. Things were worse than we could have ever imagined, the villagers began to riot and the council used this opportunity as an opening for your execution. The forged birthright gave you immunity; the council would be unable to touch you and my sensei knew that. There was nothing else that could be done. Your appearance and the reminder that the Yondaime wouldn't use any child but his own—if he had one— was an excuse to tip the balance in our favor, and it worked."

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Before he knew what happened, Naruto let go of his wrist and escaped his grip, jumping back onto the tree across from him.

"Plus, I'm not after you anymore. You're obviously a lost cause." Sasuke gritted his teeth in anger, turning to face his former teammate, eyes flashing red in the familiar sight of the infamous Sharingan. "Then what do you want, Naruto?"

"I'm hunting for a snake." he smirked. "I want Orochimaru." he declared once again staring past Sasuke as if he saw something in the distance.

"What, so I'm not good enough for you?!" he yelled, commas spinning wildly. Naruto once again smirked, and even though he actually couldn't see it, Sasuke knew it was there succeeding in angering the Uchiha even more. "You said it, not me." he replied coolly. "You were never good enough to begin with," the blonde continued, "because you are or were an avenger.

Sasuke roared in fury and charged at him not seeing the shadow forming right behind him. Naruto's eyes widened as he saw Orochimaru appear directly behind the traitor, rearing his fangs on the other side of the pale neck in which the curse seal lay.

The blonde glanced calculatedly at his surroundings quickly, standing completely still as Sasuke's approaching form closed in on him. The raven haired man pulled his fist back, swinging it forward as Naruto waited until the last moment shifting to the side slightly before catching the oncoming fist and going with the momentum provided, which brought them considerably closer. Inches between his reach, the blonde quickly backhanded the Uchiha into the trunk of the tree on which they stood.

Sinking his fangs into his skin and flesh, the Snake Sannin spoke in a sickening sweet voice with a twisted smile playing on his lips. "You're too predictable, Naruto-kun." The blonde grabbed his shoulder and shouted out in pain as Orochimaru slipped away. His eyes widened in surprise. That bastard planned this!

'There's something wrong. I don't feel any-' His train of thought stopped as his body began to tremble, knees giving way unable to hold his weight and falling on all fours. "M-my body…"

"Is completely sealing off the demon, that is, if you can handle it." Naruto weakly lifted his head, glaring at the man hatefully. "W-what the hell d-does that mean?" he spoke in a hoarse voice, gritting his teeth at the surge of pain that pain through him. He could feel the Kyuubi fading from the consciousness of his mind and it unnerved him. This was different from the last time.

Orochimaru seemed to have read his thoughts, lips stretching across his face in that mocking smile. "This seal is much more advanced than the last seal I place on you and I'm sure you noticed. It completely converts the demon's chakra into your own and we all know how much chakra the Kyuubi could possibly hold."

"A-and if I c-can't handle it?" The blonde didn't even know why he bothered to ask that stupid question that he knew the answer to.

"You die, of course. Your chakra coils will never be able to hold that amount of chakra. Your system will slowly begin to shut down, decomposing your body from the inside out." The snake's smile widened even more, tongue flickering across his lips in pleasure.

"Bastard…" Naruto choked out, not able to say any more.

"You should feel privileged," the Sannin stated, "after all, I did create this seal especially for you." once again licking his lips as he approached the younger man.

"W-what…"

"I call this my demon seal. Prepare yourself, Naruto-kun." Orochimaru leant forward, whispering the words in his ear, "this is just the beginning."

Naruto didn't have time to respond as something seemed to have snapped inside of him. The blonde screamed as red chakra was pulled out forcefully leaking through the seal and swiveled around him and with it emerged his own, fighting for dominance in his own body. He didn't know how long he had been like this, feeling his body literally being torn apart from the inside out, his system ripping and tearing to gain control.

The mass of chakra was huge, completely burning and destroying everything in the area within a two mile radius and growing large enough that Sasuke and the snake weren't even able to visibly see the jinchuuriki anymore from the onslaught that was created.

"Orochimaru!"

"Ah, Sasuke-kun," the Snake Sannin calmly turned to the Uchiha with that smile of his, "how wonderful to see you."

"Don't speak to me like that!" Sasuke yelled, Sharingan spinning fiercely as he approached the Sannin cautiously. "What the hell was that?!" Orochimaru's wickedly sick smile just stretched even more across his abnormal features, tongue peeking out.

"I simply have no need for you anymore. I merely kept you to drop the vessel's guard, seemed like the only thing you'd be good for now. You're really of no use to me anymore."

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Tsunade looked up from her desk, brown eyes landing on the blonde. "What? Could you repeat that again? I missed it." she spoke, a smugness building up inside her, and Tsunade was pretty sure that it was present on her face, as well, from the way Naruto was looking at her with a somewhat painful expression. It definitely must have wounded his ego, even if it was just a little.

"The files," the blonde repeated, consequently not meeting her eyes, "do you still have them?"

"Hmm…I don't know." The busty blonde tapped her chin, a sarcastic note audible in her voice. "I seem to recall a certain boisterous, bodacious blonde telling me to dispose of those particular files, don't you?"

Naruto sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Please, baa-chan." he pleaded in a desperate tone. "Tell me you still have them, please."

Now it was time for the Godaime to sigh. "You're too impulsive for your own good, gaki." The other blonde perked up noticeably, eyes brightening hopefully. "That means you still have it, right? Please say yes!"

"Alright, alright, calm yourself already. Yes, I still happen to have the files, lucky for you, since I'm not irresponsible like some people I know." Naruto objected in offense but simpered down as the woman took out a file that he could only assume was his and opening it. "Ah, here's your file."

Naruto sat impatiently in his seat leaning forward, eager to learn more as a thought came to him. "Hey, I've never thought of it before, but doesn't this mean that my name isn't-"

"Isn't really Uzumaki Naruto or Namikaze Naruto, for that matter? Then yes, you would be correct."

The blonde creased his brows together, trying to process all the information he had received and now all this. "What's my real name then?"

"Shinji Keita."

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He was dying.

The blonde had been able to sustain the curse to a minimum, but his connection to his demon was completely cut off and with it was most of his chakra. Like the curse seal, almost any form of chakra activated it, but Naruto was able to temporary seal the components or at least a very small portion. He neither had the preparation of materials nor time, not to mention the space to seal the marking properly. The blue eyed man made it work, though, well not really. Fighting alongside Sasuke and his team was a foreign feeling that he didn't find comfort in anymore. And in the end, it didn't even matter or make a difference.

He was dying and Naruto knew it and there was nothing he could do about it. The snake was finally dead, but the ongoing tyranny that the other villages—his village was suffering. Naruto gazed through half-lidded eyes finding the unrecognizable, disfigured and truly hideous and repulsive form of what used to be the former Sannin. What Naruto hated the most was that even though Orochimaru was long dead and permanently gone, he still won, dying with a hint of martyrdom even if the sick bastard didn't expect to actually die. A sad, mocking smile spread across Naruto's face as he took in the wreckage around his presumed deathbed. It was always the same, wasn't it? The ones who win are portrayed as the good guys and those dying in battle for that side are said to be heroes—warriors and martyrs, but there was no glory in war. There was no glory in killing people. There was nothing glorious about it. The Kyuubi vessel wouldn't die as a martyr—as a hero or anything worthy of dying for. He would die as nothing, just as he knew he would somewhere in the back of his mind. It was absolutely hopeless and with Sasuke dying next to him, it was actually kind of ironic in that funny, bittersweet kind of way, but, really, no one was laughing.

There was just so much the blonde wanted to say to the raven haired man. To proclaim his loathing and hatred of the other's being, the arrogance and cockiness of his attitude, the love and pain he felt for his brother, friend, rival, comrade, enemy, traitor and so much more; to proclaim everything but he couldn't.

He was dying. The blonde thought that dying would feel like his spirit would lift up and ascend to some heavenly plane, but maybe that came after the icy hands of death ripped his soul from his physical form. He could feel the numbing of his body; the chilly, cold touch of death's grip seeped into the very core of his being and making Naruto feel empty and hollow, eyes blanking as his life faded. This was it.

"N-Nar-ut-to…" Was that Sasuke? His cerulean eyes opened tiredly, straining to keep open, 'When did he move?' he thought as he fixed his eyes of the blurry figure that hovered above him. Oh, right. He couldn't feel his body anymore, he couldn't feel anything. His mind was shutting down and the blonde's vision began to grow dark, blinking in and out and starting to cave in from the edges. Death really was overrated, it seems. To die like this…

Sasuke lay against him, chest on his own and struggling to breathe. The thought that the traitor looked perfect, as he always did fleeted through his incoherent mind, even when he was covered in blood and other unmentionable substances. Naruto could feel the genjutsu that covered his identity breaking. The surprise that flickered on the Uchiha's face pretty much gave his assumptions an answer. It wasn't completely broken, as least. He closed his eyes briefly, focusing the rest of what little he had of his remaining energy and feeling the jutsu stabilize weakly enough to stay put even if it was for a short time. Sasuke knew him as Naruto. Even if he changed exponentially over the years, he was generally the same blue eyed, blonde that the raven haired man was teamed up with, fought and protected for, and in the end eventually betrayed. He was known and seen as Naruto in Sasuke's eyes and he would also die as Naruto. He wouldn't let the other man see him as anyone else.

Sasuke's eyes bled into that familiar red of the Sharingan, changing and molding into something else completely. When had Sasuke achieved the Mangekyou Sharingan? It didn't look like the original that Itachi used. Perhaps Sasuke was able to create his own like Uchiha Madara and his brother, Kakashi, and Itachi did? The real question, though, was how?

It was one of the strangest things that the blonde had ever seen. The commas all connected and rounded at the edges that only the eyes of a Sharingan user had. The blonde vaguely thought that it resembled a three petaled flower as rings circled around and through it. It was mesmerizing in that sort of frighteningly beautiful kind of way that would have sent chills down Naruto's spine and probably did. Not that it mattered, though, he couldn't feel anything anyway.

"Take this chance, Naruto." Chance? What chance? What was the man spouting on about? He was dying for Kami's sake. And suddenly, his vision was blocked by those stunningly cursed eyes. 'Wha-?'

He was falling. At least he thought he was as the darkness started to encircle his vision with the abstract figure of Sasuke fading and growing further in distance, or that was what it seemed to be like. Naruto couldn't tell anymore, not trusting the delusions of his mind.

And then, there was nothing but black.

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Wow! This chapter is so long and took me forever because I couldn't decide how to portray everything, but I'm personally pretty proud of it! Hahaha…I hope you guys liked it and hopefully I'm able to keep up with my other stories as well. I know that I probably won't update often but the chapters will be pretty long so I hope that's okay. Tell me what you think and please review!

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