AN: I do not own any part of the Naruto universe except the crazy ideas I may write about for your viewing pleasure.

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Alice's power: I'm glad someone appreciates the angst contained within this story. Expect some added content just for kicks.

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Naruto stared aghast at the sight. In his own mind he could feel wells of pity rise and fall. Their replacement, burning piles of hatred. What do you say? How do you react? Where do you turn to for help?

Before him, was himself. No. He could feel the slight chakra forming the henge around the person claiming to be him. But the sight was no less disturbing. In his apartment no less. Himself...raping Sakura.

The pathetic mewls of the pitiful broken mind. The numerous scrapes and cuts all over her backside. The wire digging into her flesh, holding her in place. But the most disturbing sight? His own shit eating grin directed at him with such malevolence, as the rest of 'his' body raped poor Sakura.

Naruto could do nothing. It was as if one of his nightly dreams of Sakura had been torn from his mind and been remolded into his most terrible nightmare. All that was missing was the red hue to his eyes and the red chakra surrounding his body. A background of destruction, charred bodies, and flames that danced and leaped about into the sky.

Stilling for moments, 'his' body finished the act. Letting go of the boneless Sakura, she fell from the counter and landed, lifeless it seemed with a thud. Her body going as gravity dictated. Her once beautiful pink hair matted in blood and splayed everywhere. The sight of her naked body, which once might have been the sole desire of Naruto to be seen, to be held, and to be lovingly adored, looked bruised and beaten.

So far gone in his agony from the sight, Naruto noticed neither the disappearing doppelganger, or the introduction of several ANBU. All seven of whom decided to torture him before doing a thing to save the poor lifeless husk of Sakura from actually plunging off into the depths of hell at the tip of a kunai.

Blank blue eyes stared through the darkness out of the cold black bars of its cage. Perhaps some other time they might have found the situation to be amusing. The 'Kyuubi' was finally caged for good. Only hours from it's imminent execution. No one would come to save him. How did he know?

Only minutes ago, his once so-called friends had denounced him. Thoroughly believing his connection to the Kyuubi and his own long standing obsession over one Haruno Sakura had come to a climax in the most twisted way possible. They had thrown kunai at him, and shuriken, each hoping to be the one to end his life. Ino, Kiba, Shino, Shikamaru, Neji, Hinata, Choji, Tenten, Lee. Each of them trying, only succeeded in further destroying Naruto's will to survive.

The heart breaking moment had been the panel to sentence him. Considering it a special a case, it was decided his most precious loved ones would deliver his sentence. It would be those four that would ultimately decide his future. Iruka, his former sensei, and the man who was like his brother. The man who had first openly recognized him as a human being. Ayame, the girl who had been like his sister, who had always been there for him. Kakashi, the man who had taken the pseudo form of his father. His sensei on Team 7, back when it had been Sasuke, Sakura, and him. The days in the Land of Wave, and the Chuunin Exams. He made for a detached father, but a caring being all the same. He was only there because Jiraiya could not be found.

It was the final one who had broken him. Tsunade, the Godaime Hokage. The woman who was like his mother. Naruto had barely been able to hold hope in his heart when the first three sentenced him to death with scathing words which further incited the mob of villagers listening in. It was then that everyone had waited upon the final word of the Hokage. Only she could save him at this point. He had smiled oh so briefly at her, an 'Obaa-san' of his lips, when they died at her glaring eyes. She spoke no other words than her sadness at having lost two important persons because of one's lust.

So now here he was. Pitiful. Broken. Lost in the seas of depression. He did not protest as he was handled roughly to the stake. He did not protest as he was strapped to it, mere seconds away from burning alive. He did not even protest as the Kyuubi struggled vainly to break open the seal, to escape the fate that Naruto had resigned them to.

But he had a protest on his lips when he saw a familiar shit eating grin oh so briefly on the visible mouth of his executioner. The mask hid everything of the face, but that grin...and the red eyes with a few black tomoe. It snapped into place just as the fateful words were spoken, and Naruto was engulfed by the stream of fire. A streak of fire from his best friend. Uchiha Sasuke.

The mob watched as Naruto finally started to gain some life in him near the very end, and screamed in agony, much to their great delight. Cheers went up as nothing remained once the stream died out. Such happiness became infectious as the entire village started the largest party since the defeat of the Kyuubi.

They were however stopped short when the executioner turned around on them, and the tomoe of his eyes started spinning rapidly, and the faint words of, 'Mangekyo' could be heard. Then the cheers died down as the entire mob dissolved into cry's of pain and torture.

Sasuke simply shrugged at the fools. "Such fools..." came his brief hiss as he went off in search of more power. The power to betray the brightest hopes, and the darkest hatreds.

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AN: May 7th, 2011: Although it is officially the 7th on my part, I get the feeling that will consider this accepted on the 6th. Just a tiny note of interest. As the review commentaries suggested, I will be adding stories; particularly that of Naruto's time in prison. They might all be flashbacks and certainly with little order. They might be, instead, of Naruto's day before discovering the rape of Sakura. Who knows? I'll show you whenever I think of something! Please review!

Author's Announcements:

I know hardly anyone reads my profile (which wouldn't matter since it's out of date anyway), so I have posted these following announcements in all of my stories to let you formally know that I will be attempting to write chapters for most of my stories once again. I cannot guarantee anything, but I am most willing to make the effort.

That's the important part. Here come the details (your queue to leave if you want).

Reasons Why I Haven't Been Writing:

Well…geez, put me on the spot without time for cookies or milk. I haven't been writing mostly because of the combined dedications my life has required of me. In the time since I wrote Memoirs of a Time Traveler I have done the following things, each further complicating my life as a burgeoning adult:

1. Began a polyamorous relationship.

2. Managed to get my girlfriend of five years pregnant.

3. Fought with the parents of the newest member of our 'Triad' in the Triangular relationship.

4. Finally given up the idea of trying to treat both of my girlfriends equal in public status and married my pregnant girlfriend (to avoid the evil state of Indiana's bureaucracy).

5. Had my mother-in-law move in to help us with bills.

6. Had a child whom we call Alex.

7. Managed to obtain a 35 hour job (which previously had been 20 hours since after #3 but before #4).

8. Have continued my undergraduate education throughout the entire process.

Reasons Why I Will Begin Writing Anew:

These are the reasons why I'm more optimistic about a renewed writing!

1. Resigned from my job since my boss is a douche and was probably going to fire me anyway.

2. Finals are over!

3. Looking for another job and taking care of Alex, but still plenty of free time from the additional hours (some 70 in my week) which have been freed up recently.

4. Because I hate to see 'abandoned' on my stories!

I look forward to presenting everyone with wonderful new material on old ideas. Let it be known, however, that not all of my lack of posting is from a lack of writing. I have written three chapters for various stories when my computer crashed around seven months ago. Don't blame me, blame the elves.

So, without further ado, I bid you welcome into a new age of writing by Ultimagu.