A/N This story is a rewrite of one that I've already completed. I did this because the original had too many things that were pointless and didn't make sense (even to me) So names have been changed, characters have been deleted and maybe some added. I want all the chains to connect at the end. The plot may be different, but the general idea is still and always will be... the same. I hope you enjoy the rewritten story of Love me when I'm gone, chapter 1.


His undetermined path

The introduction page

Their goodbye


A separation of a single god over a thousand years ago…

A deadly feud between two clans…

A group seeking an unworldly power…

That is how this journey will begin… and how it will end…


A tall man with long orange hair glared down at his world. His red eyes pierced the picture with a glare. Fire was slowly spreading across his lands, and it was his entire fault. He took his clawed hand and punctured the tips of each finger. He placed both hands together by his fingertips and began to chant under his breath.

A large worm hole opened up before him. He took his hands and pulled on his spirit, soul, and his body until a form of each was released. He merged the three pieces together into a single glowing orb and threw it into the hole. Slowly, it closed, leaving the picture of a green land hidden behind its invisible doors.


A dark figure moved in the late night air. Its eerie lime colored eyes were illuminated by the pale light of the moon. It silently moved through the trees, its padded feet making new prints in the thin, dust-like layer of fresh snow.

It stopped, quickly lifting its head but locking its muscles in place so as to not give itself away by movement. Its eyes now trying to pierce the darkness that lay before it. Its nose doing all the work, smelling the air so that the disturbance could be identified.

It was blood. Blood, and the scent of humans. They were on the move, and the creature could tell that the numbers were small, but still dangerous. It waited, its instincts telling it not to move so that the humans would miss it and pass on by.

They appeared before it, the scent of blood now stronger than ever. It was a large bleeding mass, blood splattering onto the ground, melting the thin layer of snow instantly. The mass made a sick, gargling sound. It bent down, and the mass suddenly became two separate bodies.

The man, who had his dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, gently laid his companion onto the ground. The woman, with long, identical brown hair in a similar ponytail, coughed up an unhealthy amount of blood. She opened her dulling emerald eyes and stared up into her brother's identical eyes. She started to reach for his face as he bent over her bleeding form.

"Haru-"

"Shh. Don't talk, Narta. I don't want you dying on me." He muttered. He pulled up her shirt so that he could better see the gaping wound in her abdomen. His body shook with despair, knowing that the damage was too great… that his little sister was dying. "You'll be ok. Just try not to move." He said weakly as he grabbed one of the hands that were holding his face.

"Stupid Haru. I know I'm dying… I want you to run and leave me here. They've already killed Mitara, and they got your little Skerto too… It was my fault for being careless… and-" She coughed. "And… for underestimating my opponent." She closed her eyes. "Get away…"

"Narta-" Haru stopped and looked up into the direction he had just came from. He felt the change in the air, and knew that he was trapped. The enemy was too close to deal with his little sister, and himself.

"Go now, Haru." He didn't move. His body was frozen like the wolf only a few yards away. She pulled out a kunai blade and glared up at him. "Goodbye, Haru." She said as she ran the blade over her neck.

"Narta!" He cried out. He held her body for a moment until a kunai flew past his head, startling him. He glared at the shadow that was standing on a tree branch nearby. "You bastards!" He yelled out at the shadow as he turned his body to face the darkness that lay before him.

A kunai lodged itself into his back shoulder blade. He hissed in pain, but knew that he had to get away, like his little sister had told him. He unlodged the blade and launched it back at the enemy behind him.

"Nice try, boy." The man said as he grabbed the handle and spun it around his finger. "You can't escape with your life this time, Uzumaki. You got away last time, but-"

Haru jumped at him, digging a thin senbon into the enemy's left eye. The man screamed out in pain, his hand gripping the silver needle that was lodged in his eye. He pulled it out and looked around.

His teammate jumped down. "Torik! Are you ok-?"

The man glared up at him. "Get him… Kill Uzumaki… kill his whole family, Gotarmaru!" He yelled.

"S-sir!" He said and disappeared into the late night.

Torik snarled as he pulled off his sleeve and wrapped it around his eye.

Haru ran through the trees, his shoulder throbbing as sharp pains shot through every time he moved it too much.

He wasn't moving as fast as he wanted to. He was physically and mentally drained from trying to escape from those men. If he could just get into the Lunar's border, then they would be unable to continue their chase.

He took a leap off the ground, but the earth suddenly shifted and sucked him in. He was trapped. His head and most of his lower body and hands were trapped by the ground. He struggled to get out, but it was no use.

He broke out in a cold sweat. Although it was starting to snow harder, he felt like he was on fire… like he'd never be cooled down again. He stopped struggling, unable to make his body move again. His breathing became more labored as he stared out into the dark like the wild wolf.

The snow crunched from behind his head. "Thanks, Gotarmaru. It's only right that I take out his son in the process as well. You can take care of the last son."

"Understood, Uncle."

Torik kicked Haru in the back of the head. "Are you ready for death, boy?"

Haru turned his head slightly. Torik was waiting for a horrified look… but he was clearly enraged when the boy was grinning at him, clearly ready to take death with open arms. "Go ahead, you filthy bastard. Just be prepared to deal with the consequences-"

Torik had kicked Haru in the forehead. When his head bounded forward, Torik made sure to break his nose just to hear that wonderful cracking noise. He made a few hand signs and then closed his hands, his arms outstretched at the twenty-two year old.

"Earth style- boulder grave jutsu." He said with a devilish sneer. The ground around Haru tightened, making it almost impossible to breathe. He felt his ribs closing in on his heart and lungs.

Torik waited for the cries of pain, the sound of despair in the frosty air. But they never came. Every moment closer Haru came to death, the more he smiled. Finally, blinded by his own rage, he sent a large surge of his chakra into his jutsu.

Haru was suffocating. He had only seconds left… seconds of life left to say something that would injure the man. "You won't win in the end-"

The sound of all the buried bones being crushed hovered in the air. Dull green eyes stared out into the darkness, but across his pale, blood drained face, was the remains of a faint smile.


A middle aged woman with black hair tied up in a tight bun stood in her kitchen, staring out her window at the first snow of the year. It was only September, but the snow always came early and left late.

She gripped the counter as she heard her youngest son and daughter walk into the kitchen. Her son was tall, with brown hair and bright green eyes, both traits of his father. He was only nineteen.

Her daughter only came up to her brother's shoulders, but she was about to be eighteen in a few days. Being a full grown woman with her long, lower back length brown hair and bright emerald eyes, she had many traits that many wanted in their own families. She had had a few offers for an arranged marriage already, but there was no need.

"Mom, has Haru and Narta returned?" Her son asked. The woman shook her head slowly, tears rolling down her face. She didn't face her children like that, though. Not even when her husband's body had been brought back only a few days ago did she shed tears in front of her children. It was a weakness, and did not want to look weak to her children now… now that she was the head of the Uzumaki clan until Haru was made the official head of the family.

She watched in the reflection of the window as her two youngest walked out to leave the woman in peace. She put her shaky hand on her forehead and forced herself to stop crying. After an hour of standing, she finally made her way to one of the chairs and sat down.

It seemed like just a few seconds when somebody walked through the back door. It startled the woman, causing her to straiten up in a hurry. Her dark blue eyes stared at the intruder for a moment before it was processed into her mind.

This man was from one of the groups that had chased after her two oldest children. "Ma'am…" This man… was here to tell her that one of them had died. "It's in my deepest regret to have to inform you-" He was the man who was about to break her heart. "That your daughter, Narta Uzumaki-" This man was Nakuro Hinme, he was a teammate of her youngest son. "And your son, Haru Uzumaki, were both found this morning." He bowed his head. "We were too late, Ma'am."

"NO!" The widow turned her head to see her youngest son staring at his teammate. He looked like someone had stabbed him in the back. "YOU'RE LYING, NAKURO!" He shouted." He shouted.

"Nar-" The young man pushed past his friend and rushed out the back door into the early morning air.

"Momma?" Her daughter looked around the opening. "Momma? Where's Haru… where's Narta? Are they ok?"

"They're gone… They're both gone." She sobbed as she let her head fall onto the table. "They've taken your father… now your brother and sister."

The young woman just stood there, staring at her broken mother and her brother's best friend. "Nakuro! Go after him! He'll be killed too!" She shouted. The realization had yet to take root in her yet.

She rushed back to her room to gather her things. She couldn't let her brother go after them, not alone. He was a good fighter when he was calm, but now… he was on a suicide mission.

She pulled on a pair of pants and boots, then her vest. Her t-shirt would have to do. She could hear her mother rushing down the hall to stop her, so she opened her window and pulled herself out. She landed gracefully on the ground and looked at the wolf seated before her. He was a shaggy male with light brown fur and light green eyes. Most called him stupid because it seemed like he never listened… but Tarsa knew he was very smart. He was the best tracking dog there was.

"Find your master." She muttered. The dog stared at her for a moment before turning and running though the trees behind her house. She could hear her mother crying out for her to come back, but she couldn't go back. Not without him.


The youngest son flew through the trees, wind speeding through his short, wild brown hair. He had passed his brother and sister's corpses, and it had almost made him through up. But he didn't stop. He pushed on, knowing he couldn't rest until that man was dead.

He felt a presence behind him. He tilted his head and spotted his best friend. "Your sister's following. What are you going to do?"

"Finish him off before she gets there." He growled out. He knew that the man would be waiting for them just across the border.

"Is this a wise choice? You know that they'll be waiting for you-"

"Can you really say that to me, Nakuro? After what that man did to them? Did you see them? I didn't have to even stop and stare. He crushed my older brother, and the gouge in her stomach… He's signed his death to me."

Nakuro looked down a bit. "I understand. I'll be right behind you."

The young man turned around and gave his friend a faint smile. "Thanks."

He stopped right past the border. He looked around, trying to find them. "Nar-"

"I know… They're here." He muttered. They were near a cliff that overlooked a dangerous river. Although the world around it was frozen, the water was moving too fast to freeze.

"There you are. The last male heir to the Uzumaki clan. Are you glad I finished off your brother? Now it can be yours-" Torik stopped when the young brunette made a number of hand signs. "Don't be foolish boy. You father couldn't beat me… nor could your brother or sister. You think you can defeat what the greater could not?"

The young man simply glared at him. Nakuro had looked over to his right, where he had spotted the other man who had been involved in the murders.

Torik glared when, suddenly, five wolves appeared from a cloud of dust and rushed at unnatural speeds at him. He didn't even raise his hands to defend himself. The wolves jumped and started attacking him, but he did not move.

"You think a little genjutsu will do me in?" He waived his hand and the five great dogs were gone in a poof of smoke.

He narrowed his green eyes at the man who had easily dispelled his genjutsu. He felt Nakuro rush at the kid who was around the same age as himself. The man before him was probably forty or more, but he was incredibly powerful. He pulled out a strand of silver beads from around his neck.


She hurried as fast as she could. The light brown wolf ran in front of her as fast as he could as well. The snow had dumped right after she left, and it was already two inches deep and slowing her pace considerably.

She rushed up the hill that lead to the border. If she could just get there, then she may have caught up with her older brother. If she could just help him-

But when she reached the top of the hill that represented the border to the Solar country, she was met with a horrid, bloody scene.

Nakuro had been injured in his shoulder, and it was a bad injury. The young man he was up against was injured as well, but he had healing abilities and was dealing with a large gash on his arm.

She pulled out a kunai and flung it at the young man who was healing his arm and rushing to attack at the same time. It barely hit him, but it managed to make a small cut across his forehead.

Clearly shocked, he turned, giving Nakuro the chance to jump at him. The man dodged him and hit him in the back of the neck. Her brother's friend collapsed on the ground. His eyes were slightly open. He tried to get back up, but the man had hit him with a medical ninjutsu, making him temporarily unable to move.

The man looked up and noticed that his uncle was being strangled by the set of metal beads wrapped around his neck. Her brother, on the other hand, had a katana shoved into his stomach.

Blood was slowly trailing down both the males faces. But it was her brother, who's back was facing the end of the cliff, his feet only inches away from falling to his icy death, that had blood pouring out from his mouth

Torik took advantage of his position and shoved his blade just a little farther into his opponent, making the younger man stumble and trip over the cliff.

Time slowed to an almost unbearable pace. Tarsa could feel her mouth opening to make a sound.

He glanced over at his sister, his emerald eyes wide with shock. He reached out for her before he disappeared over the edge. A loud splash sounded many feet below.

The young man grabbed his uncle and the two disappeared in a puff of smoke.

She rushed over to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the freezing rapids. "Nar- NARUTO!"


The only survivor of the four Uzumaki siblings stared at her shaken mother. "No."

"Please… dear-"

"NO! You can't make me get married on my birthday. I want to live the way I want-"

"Tarsa! You lost that privilege the moment your sister and brothers died. I'm sorry it has to be like this."

"And Nakuro? He's agreed to this?" She said as she sent the man sitting across from her a glace that had no rival. He looked down and shook his head a little. She knew he had no choice. They were from the two most powerful clans in the village, and it only seemed right that they combine.

"This is how it's going to be, Tarsa. You're to be married in two days. Your siblings funerals' are later today. I expect you to cooperate with the Hinme family." The older woman said.

Narta glared at her hands. "I can't accept this." She muttered. She pushed herself up and stormed out of her kitchen.

She slammed her door shut and sat on her bed. They wouldn't even wait. It had to be right away, so that she could be used to breed. That's what they wanted.

"Tarsa?" Nakuro had opened the door and stuck his head in. "Can I come in?"

She didn't answer.

"I tried to change their minds, Tarsa. I knew you didn't want this… Its inconsiderate of them to do this to you." He said slowly as he took a seat next to her. "I know this is hard on you."

"Do you?" She snapped.

"Yeah, I do! Naruto was like my brother. How do you think I feel?!" He stopped, afraid he would hurt her feelings with his harsh words.

She stared at his sickly looking face. He was too pale to be healthy. He had bags under his eyes, and his arm was in a sling until the initial soreness went away. He looked like he had been crying for a long time.

"I'm sorry-"

"No, it's ok. I'm just… just a little upset." He said. I know you don't want to get married, Tarsa. If you're willing to, I'll help you escape the village."

"What?" She gasped out.

"I know you and Naruto always wanted to leave. I'll give you the chance to get away. You deserve to be happy after what's happened."

"Nakuro-"

"Tonight, I'll meet you in here. You'll sneak out through your window and I'll take you to the southern border. That'll lead you into Lightning Country. Be careful and find somewhere safe to stay in one of the smaller countries."


Nakuro and Tarsa rushed through the snow. Jogging beside them was a large, blonde wolf with pale blue eyes. Nakuro had sent his own wolf to send an alarm to them incase someone noticed their missing presence.

It took two hours to get to the southern border of the Lunar Country. She turned and looked at him. "What about Kahna?"

"Kahna Inuzuka? I'll tell her what happened. You don't have to worry about that."

She looked down. "You'll take care, too?"

"Yeah."

She nodded and took her first step away from him… from her home, and into the pathless future.


A/N 2

If you're familiar with the original version of this story, then you've already read a brand new segment. I wanted to put a little more background on Tarsa before she... well, I won't spoil it for the new comers (unless you spoil it for yourselves, then that's ok) I have left the original up incase some people would like to read, then comare the two, and thats fine. But I did change the roles of some characters, Nakuro, for example.

If this chapter completely confused you then I have actually done my job for chapter 1. I'll be working on this, along side with the sequal, The only move is forward. That is mostly based off of this story, not the original. Poisons will have a larger part the second time.

I'd love to read what you think about this, so reveiw if you would.

Blackblaze

PS. I do have a Live journal, and I occasionally post things regarding any of my stories that I'm working on. If you check it out, you may find out why I'm taking so long. If you want to visit it, then it's in my profile (my profile has not been updated recently, but my LJ is up)