This fanfiction will be taking place in the nurato mangaverse, but I may use anime material. Despite being posted under mrgugg, this fanfiction was made by me, not the owner. He is a friend of mine, and is letting me use his account, because the set up for a fanfiction account is bullshit. In this fanfiction kimimaro doesn't join orichimaru, he wanders on his own, seeking another bloodline survivor. Sasuke doesn't end up in the leaf village, it is believed he died during the massacre, and itachi blinds him, so that sasuke will not have to learn the pain of gaining the next level of sharingan.
I will have the English meaning for jutsu in this fan fiction, because I don't know the Japanese very well.
Warning characters will act different from how they do in the original story, because I'm not a good enough writer to mimic them. Kimimaro will less cold than the original.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ = area change
Thoughts = Italics
Jutsu - ((jutsu))
(A/N - I don't actually know what this stands for, so I just use it when every I have something even vaguely funny, or necessary to comment in the middle of the story.) Please review, I really need the help.
Prologue
There was nothing in sight, but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved between were we were standing
And your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve.
New divide, linken park
Ash filled the sky as a lone figure crawled along the muddy road.
All that lay behind him was flames, ash in the wind.
The proud had been laid low, for they had been an obstacle in the games of the world.
What was unknown, by the world, and those who sought to rule it, was that the uchiha had a lone surviver, the one person that itachi couldn't kill even if they world was balanced against him?
One life, with naught but wreckage in his past,
The one who would balance the scale.
The avenger, sasuke uchiha.
A wind swept through the grass, as the boy lay, clutching a forehead protector, trying to keep going, then falling into sleep.
As that wind swept through the clearing, the gust fell short of the child's prone body. Bloody eyes fell on the last uchiha, the eyes of ruin, that lead men to kill for power.
Two fingers touched his brow and with a feather light touch brushed away a tear, and for the last time, itachi looked at his brother with clear eyes.
His sight would dim, and he could never clearly see that face again.
He prepared, knowing he was about to take from sasuke one more precious thing that night, and prayed his final gift would be enough.
The last gift he could give sasuke, cold fingers reached out not to the boy, but to the energy only the eyes of his ilk could see. The place from which a shinobi's chakra welled.
With deft and nimble fingers, he changed sasuke's destiny, and prayed the path he set him upon was one he could walk.
Chapter 1
Loss of light
Kimimaro walked alone, clan less, for in their arrogance they had waged a war with a great nation, with only him remaining.
The enemy had been drawn, seeking their power, hunted all his clan.
The demon snake had tried to gain his allegiance, but what kimimaro sought was a companion who did not care about his bloodline.
And so were the thoughts in his mind, when he saw the child.
A young boy, lying in the field, peacefully sleeping, or so it appeared.
Fearing a trap, kimimaro prepared a shuriken, prepared to kill, until he noticed the smell on the wind.
A scent that could have been mistaken for a campfire pit, by any but those who knew his torment. The smell of ash and blood, the scent of a slaughtered village.
The only possible source was the boy. In that moment, kimimaro could have surrounded by a dozen shinobi, and he wouldn't have noticed.
The child had seen the ravages of the war, and kimimaro could not abandon him.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
Sasuke Pov.
Darkness
To darkness I vanished and to darkness I return. Blindfolded, and tied to a tree. The crackling of a fire reveals the silhouette even through the cloth covering my eyes.
Is it itachi, why would he bind me. I resist the urge to struggle, It would only worsen the situation.
Why?
Silence answers me, even as the shadow rises. A blade in hand he advances, I see enough to know his gender. I can't defend myself, All I can do is wait. In futile resistance, I channel chakra to my mouth to spit.
Crackling flames enters the clearing, blinding light, an instant passing before I realizes its source. My charred lips speak volumes, even as I subtly and inwardly laugh, at what was likely my last act on earth. I had released a tiny flame, a fireball without hand seals.
An act that would have made my family proud even if it burned.
All their was to do was wait.
Then his voice, the voice I had never heard, and my hope blossomed for an instant.
"You are a little fire spitter aren't you," he asked.
The words sounded strange as if the lips of the shadow were unused to comments like that.
In the most cavalier tone I could manage, I responded.
"And you quite the tall and wiry shadow."
"I assume you have a name, and if you would see as to loosen these bonds, blindfold, and tell me I would be happy to tell you mine."
"How long since you saw them die."
Seven words, and my mind collapses.
I didn't know how he knew, I never doubted he meant home, my family. I had tried not to, but I fell back into memories of that night.
Hacking sobs like bitter water in my mind flowed out, as I felt the pain again.
Rocking, no mom, father, why, WHY.
That murderer, my brother, his eyes as still as ever, as he spoke the damming words.
To him all the village was just a measuring stick, their deaths, their pain, our deaths, my pain, and his eyes, so calm, THEY WERE DEAD, and he had done it.
Like an inferno, the heat burning out, my rage, the soul burning, screaming, END END, FIND FIND, his life, find it, end it, bring to him our pain.
I felt the laughter, joyous laughter, as my thoughts spiraled.
The voices of my madness, and the quiet smile of my brother, as he taught me was washed under, for the pain the ocean of blood he had spilled consumed it, in red, in red
All in red, and the joy that would be in
SMACK...
Kimimaro had slapped me when I started laughing.
Stars circled in my eyes, as my sanity returned.
As they refocused, I saw the silhouette.
The man who had brought me back to myself.
I marshaled in my mind, defying that rage.
That felt like that touch of itachi's power, the evil.
To walk the road of that was to be as him, and I must not walk that. Two voices screamed feel the hate, It is power, and it is the what you need, the sound of my voice, and that itachi's voice.
Then quiet voices, my voice again, walk your path, find itachi, but not at that cost.
And softest of all beneath them all, learn why, the o so soft voice of older brother not the monster, just brother, in the gentlest of feelings, the touch of his finger tips, the bruise on my forehead.
I saw a fork in my mind, the path of a demon, and the path of an avenger. They intertwined, yet the path that the soft voice spoke was the path behind me. I had to hold on to it, that spot where little sasuke, and itachi the brother lay. I couldn't walk that road yet.
I would avenge them, but not with blood, with judgement.
Whack
A wooden object, a spoon,? Impacted my forehead.
I winced as a voice, the silhouette's voice spoke, Snap out of what ever that is kid, soups on.
Ropes fell slack at my sides, and I reached for the blindfold.
Crack, the sound of my wrist twisted.
"Don't touch them," he stated with finality.
In those words, it finally came.
What wrapped around my eyes was not a blindfold, it was bandages.
"How bad," my voice filled the silence as I tried hard to suppress my fear.
"It would be best if you keep them on for a few more days, until we're ready to learn that."
"How."
The morbid mind, voices the morbid question.
Your eyes were bleeding when I wrapped them.
Itachi must have done something, but he said to come back when I had eyes like his, what the hell is going on.
We sat in silence, as we ate, a simple rice, and vegetable fare.
"So what is your name," I asked anything to break the silence.
"Kimimaro, and your name?"
"Sasuke, of the uchiha," I replied
A pause, and then a gentle question.
"What happened to them."
"Itachi,"
"Come again," asked a confused kimimaro
"Itachi uchiha, the genius."
"The clans greatest hope killed them all," I continued
"One man killed a clan," he asked disbelief obvious in his voice
"Yes," I said, that would and the finality I put into it telling its certainty.
A longer silence as he gathered both bowls, and laid out a bunk.
"Kimimaro, what happened to your clan."
Again their was no reason to ask for clarification.
They challenged the mist, when their mizukage sought to end the bloodlines.
"Bloodlines?" This time a genuine question.
"The power of the shinobi runs in blood, and those without fear and desire the power it brings."
"My gift, and curse is power over bone," he continued
A sound, unlike any I had heard issued from him, and I saw something move from his shoulder.
The tip of my fingers felt cold, like a bone from meat.
For that was what lay at my fingertips, a spur of bone from his shoulder.
As I felt that spur, a sudden suction was in my finger tips, and then bursting pain.
Withering, red, pain, the sign in my brothers eye, the evil power I had felt, this time, it felt like it was at my finger tips, as the feeling of a puncture, increased. Bone moved in my hand, to make way for what could only be kimimaro's bone as it slid in.
Blood came from my eyes, yet my vision didn't blur, if anything it focused through the bandages.
A places inside me filled, a hole I had not felt, as that bone filled the notch.
As the pain subsided, kimimaro was at my side.
And that was the last I knew before I fell back into the darkness.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
Normal pov
Konoha
A calm and sunny day.
Then a bucket of orange paint was in motion, followed a second later by a very angry chunin, and an orange blur.
As always, Naruto was on the move.
"Yes," thought nurato, as he pumped his fist in the air, "more orange in the world."
7 years old, and already trying to get attention.
Years of getting as much attention, and about the same reaction as a garbage dump had made him a natural born prankster.
Too many saw only a demon, not the legacy or the child.
But all the neglect and pain they threw wouldn't stop a his dream.
The angry chunin with the kunai was sure going to try though.
There are few forces more tenacious than a young child, and naruto's will was superhuman.
Plus he had lots of experience running.
It was easy to leave the chunin in the dust, especially considering he was unskilled enough to get hit with a bucket of paint.
Nurato finally escaped the chunin, and then things went, well a bit beyond deep shit.
He had been fine, until that chunin's older brother showed up.
Two hours later, screams of die, demon, die ring through the town, and a massive mob scene, nurato was finally cornered.
Naruto pov
Shit, dodge pointy, pointy is not your friend.
Why, why do they still hate me, don't any of you have a sense of humor."
Hot, hot, hot, torch and rope BAD.
Naruto yelled in pain as one of the mob their their weapon
That asshole hit it me with a kunai.
All I can do is take the hits, hold it together Naruto, you can't die here.
Why do I always see darkness
Normal pov
As the blond fell into unconsciousness, a flash of gray reached his prone form.
It was all the gray haired jonin could do to hold onto Naruto when he saw the whisker marks.
How, this child is...
Every purser stopped dead in their tracks.
Advance was impossible, as the feeling of their skin being ripped off spread.
The intent, the desire to tear apart the one who sought to kill the last thing his sensei had left behind, was overpowering. The first anbu on the scene recognized this, it was the same as when kakashi had seen Rin die.
Stand down kakashi, don't make me fight you.
Any other time, he would have said kill, after all he was a captain, something kakashi had not been at the level of since rin.
With his slacking, one tended to forget that this was the man who made chunin at 6, the youngest ninja of that rank in history.
The rage of hatake was considerable.
Abruptly the KI vanished.
The jonin shifted his gaze to the shadow, and then to the mob.
Touch him, the words barely a whisper, and you will die.
His form blurred as he accelerated out the alley.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
Unknown clearing
Sasuke's eyes opened, as he awoke to a clear morning.
A quick touch told him their was nothing wrong with his wrist, despite the fact his mind told him it had absorbed a spur of bone, a little over 7 hours ago if his mental calculations were correct.
Bandages still covered his eyes, but he was starting to get used to it.
What had happened to his eyes?
The last thing sasuke remembered was crawling in a field, and then kimimaro.
The young man who reminded him of himself.
Someone who knew what losing a clan felt like.
One of itachi's partners, an anbu hadn't felt as strong as kimimaro.
The closest he had felt was shinsou, one of the strongest in the village, itachi's best friend.
He had in a way been the first victim of itachi, killed so that itachi could gain that power.
O kami, the power.
He had felt it when the bone absorbed into his body.
What had Itachi done to him?
Kimimaro looked at sasuke.
Awake two minute, and already thinking about something.
Sasuke's head turned, as he leapt to his feet.
"Kimimaro, your still here," sasuke asked surprised
"Where exactly did you expect me to go."
"Less than seven hours ago, I absorbed one of your bones through my hand."
"If that was intended as an attack, it was a stupid one, and if not I want to know what it was."
"Only a forbidden jutsu would leave someone in your state, and you're defiantly not strong enough to do one," kimimaro glanced at sasuke.
"Now, since we are going to be traveling together, I had better get to know you."
Sasuke's entire mind focused on that statement as he reeled in shock.
"WHAT."
"Have I misjudged you," asked kimimaro?
"You could try freaking asking before you expect me to travel with you."
"So you are an outgoing person once you have the chance to know someone, that will help."
I'M OUTGOING BECAUSE I'M ANNOYED, AND I HAVEN'T SAID YES, yelled sasuke
"You haven't said no either, and besides, you need help."
You'll need me at least until your eyes recover, and I am one of the few who knows what its like to lose everything.
Sasuke for the first time in his life felt the urge to hit his head against a tree.
Kimimaro was smug as hell, and the worst part was, he was right.
Kimimaro was sasuke's only connection to the world, his lifeline away from the path of the demon, and avenger.
Make no mistake, Itachi was going to suffer, but first he would learn why he destroyed it all.
"Sasuke," whispered kimimaro into his ear.
A shiver ran up his spine, as his head jerked back, how the hell had he got that close.
"What is your goal in life?"
WHAT'S WITH THE SUDDEN CHANGE OF TOPIC, screamed sasuke as he leapt away from kimimaro"
Sasuke was freaking out, this guy seemed to know exactly how to annoy him.
Breath sasuke, breath, and while he's distracted by the calming exercise, kick kimimaro's ass.
Kimimaro's hand was already in a block as sasuke lunged.
"Your predictable kid if a little smarter than I gave you credit for."
A quick twist, and sasuke was back on the ground, in pain.
Releasing the clenched fist, he spoke, now answer the question.
Fuming, now back under control, sasuke responded.
"I'm going to find any surviving uchiha, and find out why itachi killed my clan."
Then I'm going to make sure he never kills anyone else, and rebuild my clan."
Predictable, mused kimimaro, yet somewhat encouraging. The fact that he wants to find survivors is promising.
"Looks like I will travel with you."
YOU WERE THE ONE SAYING WE WERE GOING TO TRAVEL TOGETHER BEFORE I EVEN TRIED ASKING.
The angle of kimimaro's body prevented him from seeing his smile, as for the first time in years, he smiled, he had finally found someone who he could help.
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
Two months later
Konoha
Rage filled kakashi as he slammed his fist into the podium, looking at the council in disgust. YOU WANT TO DO WHAT?
The kyuubi brat is our best weapon to restore the vacuum left by the loss of the entire uchiha clan. We must use that power to strike out, and take another power to replace our loss.
You want to invade a ninja village, take a kekkei genkai, and implant use it to increase our power.
Taking a deep breath, kakashi spoke.
"If this village has fallen to such depths then itachi should have kept right on slaughtering, and left nothing but ash were we stand. I would have helped, and I swear to kami, if you try this insanity, I'll try my hardest to do it on my own."
"SUCH TALK IS TREASON," screamed a council member, and kakashi resisted the urge to their out his heart
"Not to what this clan stands for."
"Killing a clan for personal power is a perversion, do you think I'll let you try," asked kakashi, his voice soft and dangerous"
Sarutobi spoke, "I agree with kakashi, We do not seek power at such costs." "If you will not agree to this plan of action, then we will at least have to weaponize the kyuubi," said danzou.
Kakashi's eyes hardened.
"Any of you lay one finger on my sensei's legacy, and I'll show you why I was an anbu captain."
A wave of killing intent so powerful that grown men wet themselves filled the room.
Several shinobi saw images of kakashi drowning them in blood, other sweat like crazy.
Sarutobi spoke, hitting kakashi with just as intense KI, "stand down hatake."
Reigning In his disgust, kakashi went with the one move he could.
Sorry, he said, looking apologetic.
"However, if you wish to weaponize Naruto you need the permission of his guardian."
"What are you talking about, yelled multiple councilors in unison?
"The brat has no guardian, and even if he did that has no say in the matter."
I beg to differ, relied kakashi, eye smiling,(A/N, means his smile without his face)
"If the boy had a guardian, then he would have complete say in matters concerning the boy."
"So you agree that he doesn't have a guardian."
"Didn't," kakashi replied, "my shadow clone just finished filling out the necessary paperwork."
... Silence filled the room.
Sarutobi was the first to respond.
"Am I to take it you just took on the role of guardian for Naruto uzumaki."
Scratching his head, kakashi looked a little embarrassed, yeah.
Under his breath, danzou whispered, "well played kakashi, well played."
After the council dispersed, sarutobi met kakashi outside.
"Those forms for guardianship are over 35 pages."
Are you questioning that I adopted naruto."
"No, I'm just asking when your clone finished filling out the paperwork."
"About two minutes ago."
"So what necessary paperwork did it fill out."
"A reacquisition for guardianship papers."
(A/N kakashi just implied that he had filled out the papers, implied meaning 1 danzou zero))
sarutobi looked at kakashi questioningly.
"They were out so I needed to stall."
Then kakashi's face turned serious.
"Why didn't you tell me no one was looking out for him?"
"I had anbu looking after him kakashi, but no one wanted to look after him permanently, even ninja can be convinced by the masses.
"So in other words, no one see him as a hero except you, me and the small circle of people who truly knew minato."
Sarutobi looked down.
"I had hoped that more people would have trusted Minato," said kakashi.
"Someday after the boy proves himself, they may learn to trust him," sarutobi replied.
"How long is it going to take for that you think," responded kakashi.
"A long time, kakashi, a very long time."
[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
Normal Pov
The two of them seemed an unusual pair, the gray haired adult, and a dark black haired child. They had grown used to each others presence, over the months.
After a few weeks together, sasuke's eyes had healed enough for him to take of the bandages and look in a mirror. He looked like someone had tried to remove the eyes, but had only grasped part of it, and had left it at that.
Sasuke still wore the bandages, since the light was more debilitating than the dark for his eyes.
Until they healed much more fully he would continue wearing them.
If the pair walking towards town were strange, the pair leaving were equally so.
A young boy that many would mistake for a girl, and a swordsman's without eyebrows.
The two groups stopped to look at each other.
Kimimaro spoke first, "Zabuza momachi, the legendary demon of the hidden mist."
"Now now, I hope you aren't thinking of doing anything foolish, kaguya especially with a blind kid so close."
Sasuke wondered, "how does this momachi guy know kimimaro sensei's last name?"
"Sasuke is not blind, only injured."
"You and I are not enemies, besides, I don't care much for the mist country," continued kimimaro. "You and I settled are differences last time we fought."
"I see no reason to attempt to capture you"
"Figured you wouldn't seeing how your clan died fighting kirigakure."
Sasuke startled by the comment, regained his composure and looked at the young boy.
He would have mistaken them for a girl except for a few minor indicators of his gender.
Then he caught That smell, ash and blood the scent he could never forget, the scent he himself wore.
A shudder went down sasuke's back, as he realized he had found another clan surviver.
"Kimimaro," said sasuke, as he looked up.
"The boy is likely from a bloodline clan."
In an instant, Zabuza's sword was up, and Kimimaro shifted to a guard position.
"Wait Zabuza," whispered the boy.
"You smell of ash."
"I know what losing a village feels like," responded Sasuke.
"Relax Zabuza," said the boy, "they don't want to fight us."
"My name is Haku," he said to Sasuke.
"My name is Sasuke, Sasuke Uchiha."
Zabuza's eyes widened, and his eyebrows would have shot up if he had any.
"Your from the uchiha clan!"
Sasuke nodded.
"What the hell are you doing here, so far from konoha, asked zabuza."
"I am traveling with kimimaro."
Then kimimaro spoke, "Why is sasuke's last name important."
"WHAT ROCK HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER KIMIMARO, yelled zabuza"
"The uchiha are the most famous clan in the entire FREAKING FIRE NATION."
This time, kimimaro's eyes shot up.
"What have you not been telling me Sasuke?"
I thought you knew, he replied.
Turning back to Zabuza, Kimimaro spoke again.
"Pray tell, why are the uchiha famous."
Zabuza looked at him like the rock that Kimimaro was living under was THE FREAKING MOON.
"Their Bloody famous eye technique the sharingan, you hermit."
"It increases their reflexes to insane levels, allows them to see chakra, and they can copy ANY non bloodline jutsu they see."
Even your clans famous bone is less potent, and the sharingan is a lot less rare," zabuza finished.
Kimimaro again shifted his gaze to sasuke, who sweat-dropped.
He shrugged and replied to the unspoken question.
"I didn't know what the sharingan was just that some of us got it."
"Why aren't you with them, instead of with this hermit," asked zabuza
"They're all dead."
"WHAT?"
Zabuza's eyes bulged to the point were sasuke worried he would rupture something.
"How the FREAKING HELL did you survive kid?"
"The uchiha were the police force of konoha and had multiple anbu level."
"Whoever hit them must have been insanely powerful."
"They would have needed dozens of shinobi."
"According to sasuke, a man named Itachi is responsible."
"What does he rule, I've never heard of him."
"You misunderstand, according to sasuke, he was alone."
"One man," whispered Zabuza, "one man!"
"Unless one of the strongest kage's alive did it that is not possible."
"Itachi was a uchiha, the best of us" said sasuke.
Zabuza whirled and looked at sasuke.
"What, did you say?"
"He was a uchiha, the genius of the clan."
"Why the hell would a uchiha want to kill his own clan?"
"He called them a measuring stick, he said he did it to test himself."
"YOU SAW HIM THE NIGHT HE ATTACKED THE CLAN,"Kimimaro, Zabuza, and Haku screamed in unison.
Backing a way frantically, sweat dropping, at the sight of evil purple aura that materialized around them, Sasuke managed to reply, "yes."
How the hell are you alive," asked Zabuza?
"Better question why out of the entire clan did Itachi leave you alive," asked Kimimaro?
"He wanted to leave someone to test him, or maybe the last sane part of him couldn't kill me."
"What makes you special, why out of the entire clan would a psychopath leave you alive."
Sasuke had been worried it would come to this.
"Because I'm his brother."
Somehow, kimimaro and zabuza managed to both scream, WHAT as their jaws dropped, then proceeded to beat their heads against trees.
The resulting weirdness caused haku and sasuke to sweat drop while whimpering, huddling together to escape the frightening sight.
Kimimaro recovered first, and looked at sasuke.
"My friend, in the future, COULD YOU TELL ME THESE SORT OF THINGS!"
Even Kimimaro's calm could be shatter with enough bombshells.
Regaining sanity, Zabuza walked up to sasuke and looked down at him.
"Under the possibility of hereditary madness, if you start laughing maniacally I will put you down."
That conjured up an uncomfortable memory of laughing, and the sting of kimimaro's hand.
This was followed by a sudden fear of decapitation.
Zabuza saw the look is eyes.
"You laughed manically sometime in the last few months, DIDN'T YOU."
Seeing no other choice, sasuke nodded.
"Man, is your life screwed up kid."
Haku turned to zabuza.
"Can we travel with them?"
...?
Zabuza threw back his head and screamed to the heaven, "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?"
From the clear sky, a lightning bolt struck two feet to the side of zabuza.
Every one dived for cover, with zabuza flying 30 feet through the air aimed at a particularly sturdy shrub, while everyone else tried to stay away from him to avoid divine smiting.
After the lightning stopped, every one cautiously stepped out into the clearing.
The lightning clearly spelled the word, "BECAUSE I CAN."
For the first time in history, Zabuza gulped.
Inside zabuza's mental landscape.
Mini zabuza running away from frequent lightning strikes, with a speech bubble above his head saying, "I need a smaller sword."
BLASPHEMY.
This is followed by another mini Zabuza, beating the living shit out of the first one and Chasing the lightning away.
Normalcy
Back in the real world, after Zabuza returns to his train of thought.
Kimimaro and sasuke were discussing the situation, and Haku looks a little embarrassed
"Okay," said kimimaro, "we're going to travel together."
"WHAT," yelled zabuza, "CAN'T YOU CHECK WITH US FIRST LIKE A NORMAL PERSON, YOU INSANE HERMIT."
Sasuke smirked, remembering say the same thing when kimimaro offered.
Ignoring zabuza, Kimimaro spoke.
"What are your goals in life?"
WHAT IS WITH THE SUDDEN CHANGE OF TOPIC?
Sasuke smiled, right on cue.
"Don't worry about it, he's always like this"
After some grumbling Zabuza spoke.
"My goals are to get revenge on the mist, and to reform the seven swordsman."
Another person seeking vengeance, thought kimimaro.
If this keeps up, this little group is going to be enemies with everyone.
Then it was haku's turn to speak.
"My goal is to protect zabuza, and help him achieve his goals."
"Why do you want to help zabuza," asked sasuke?
"He was the only one who didn't see me as evil for my bloodline."
I owe him my life, and I will help him achieve his goals," finished haku.
"Hey kid, don't get to grateful, your still just my weapon."
Both sasuke and kimimaro, felt the flaw in his words, like a lie spoken so many times it starts to erode at the truth.
"Very well, I have decided that we will travel with you."
"Breath zabuza, you can kill kimimaro later, said haku"
Sasuke smiled at zabuza.
"Your think of killing him in his sleep aren't you, don't worry it will pass."
You people are nuts, thought zabuza.
The end of chapter 1