A/N: So I am super stuck and have awful writer's block for Underneath the Underneath. No, I have not (and willl not) given up on UtU, this is just something to work on, on the side. Anyone who has read UtU please feel free to DM/IM me with any advice.
I plan on these chapters being short, bc like I said, this is just a side project. But, anywho, I've been planning on writing this plot since before I found out Tobi/Madara is really Obito. Oh well. Enjoy!(:
The sky was black and the air pierced by cries of the innocent. It was hot. Not hot like a typical summer day in Suna, but hot like the inside of an oven. The feeling of heat sucking you dry, making you feel like a turkey left in the oven too , that would be expected when buildings on either side of you are blazing with flames. The small town was blanketed with black. It was like Christmas morning, only there were no happy feelings, no love, and not even snow. No, there was only fear, chaos, and soot. It was Christmas morning from Hell.
The smoke impaired her vision, but she didn't need sight when she had her other senses. Her lungs burned, her mouth tasted ashy, her hair disheveled, but none of this mattered. She was a fierce kunoichi of Konoha, and would fight for what's right even if it would mean the end of her. When her time came, her death would be honorable.
She ran through the streets using her chakra to sense any survivors in need of saving. She passed a small house when she felt it. It was faint, but it was there. If anyone else were to have been sensing they would have missed it. She leaped onto the second story balcony and ran towards the chakra signature. In the bedroom three doors down she encountered a little girl laying on top of a much larger body. The kunoichi sat next to the sobbing girl and touched her shoulder.
"Hey, let me get you out of here. If you breathe in too much smoke you'll be seriously injured."
The sobbing girl hugged the body tighter. "No! I can't leave kaasan!"
Sakura felt empathy for her. She too witnessed the loss of her mother at a young age. Knowing there was no way to convince the girl to leave her side, she painlessly knocked her out, picked her up and took her to safety outside. She saw a woman with a group of children and left the young girl in her care before setting off to save others. Her once cream colored cloak was tarnished and stained a dark ash color.
In the distance she saw the silhouette of a man in a dark cloak with long, dark hair talking to another cloaked man just a few inches shorter than him with short, spiky hair. There they are. Sheesh you can't trust those two knuckleheads to do anything without goofing around or getting into a petty argument. She turned around and ran in the opposite direction. I'll rescue the remaining survivors on this side of the town, I'm sure even Naruto and Sasuke can handle that side.
Running down the roads she couldn't feel anymore survivors, in fact she couldn't feel any signatures at all. Where was her team? Perhaps they're with Naruto and Sasuke on the other side of town. Wait, I sense one! But they're masking their chakra so I can't sense who it is. Why would anyone need to mask their chakra? This is just a rescue mission? Finally, a person came into view, though it was difficult to make out their features through the haze.
She saw the outline of a cloaked figure with a long ponytail. The closer she got the more obvious it became that the person was… blond! Ino! I finally found someone.
She ran up to the figure, grabbed their shoulder, and spun them around. "Pig! I've been looking for.. you.." Her eyes widened and she cautiously stepped back, away from the person. Only then did she realize that the cloak was not dark because it was dirty like hers, no, it was black. And decorating the cloak were red clouds.